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Vexar wrote:-Clak- The sound broke the silence in the Chief of police's office. He rested his coffee mug against the finely glossed surface of his hardwood desk. He lacked the respect of the fine woodworking, disregarding the need for a coaster to protect it. A soft white powder was dusted lightly across his grayed mustache. Perhaps it was from a fresh doughnut, but the circles that blackened his eyes said otherwise. A voice lofted from the entrance of the office. " 'Nother attack last night sir, looks like four of 'em."
The chief simple gave a nod, "Four of them? Er, us?" His raccooned eyes shifted towards the tall, black haired officer at his front.
"Well, looks like four of'em got one of us. Bites all over... We can't keep covering th-"
-CRASH- The finely polished desk was freed of its contents as the chief swiped them away. He had gotten to his feet faster than it would seem possible for a man of his size. "No my boy, you can, and will keep this under wraps. S'bad enough we've got 'em in our ranks. S'bad enough journalist are snooping around for other things. The last thing we want to go public is the ridiculous thought of- Of..." His voice drifted as his eyes looked down at the scratched surface of the wood. "Of Vampires!" A hoarse bellow let out the last two words with reluctance.
"Why me?" The voice escaped the changed Kith. "Why did you do this?"
"Aww baby, why do they always ask us the same ol' things? Why do they always think they are special?" The manic voice of a younger girl rang out through the dark room.
"Because, Sasha, sometimes they are." The hallowed voice muttered deeply.
"I didn't want thi-'CRACK'" A scream followed the loud snap. It echoed under the locked and barred door of the room. It squeezed out and spilled into the hallway. Chuckles could be heard following the pain.
"I swear, how can a reporter do his job if he can't do so much as get to work on time!?!" A tall red head complained at her cubicle. She worked idly as her complaints followed. She was sure she'd have to make an excuse for her colleague, yet again. "What will I use this time... Sick mother?" She questioned, only to answer herself in return. "No, overused..."
"Sally, where's Kith?" A balding man startled her with his question.
"Ah, well, his car... Um he had to get it towed, he... Ah, he called me; y'know?" She hesitantly replied.
"Called you? Why the hell doesn't he do the right thing and let us know... "
She struggled to make him look better by adding in another sympathetic comment, but the man had already turned down the hallway of cubicles.
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