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Masquerade

By: snakecharms
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Chapter 19 ~ Journey

I sat there and stared at the phone for awhile, in my mind it seemed so out of place. Like something calling me back to reality, in the depths of my mind I really wished that everything that lead up to this point was a dream, but I could still feel the linger presense of Bianca's kiss upon my forehead.
With a sigh I got off of the couch and picked up the reciever.

"Hello"

"Hello Jacob"

Ugh, it was Bruce and I was guessing that he wasn't calling just to check up on me. It would have been better then what I guessed I was going to hear next. I leaned against the white wall as I closed my eyes, trying to forget everything but it wouldn't happen.

"We have another one"

Well I could have guessed that one, then again the only time I hear from Bruce is when theres some sort of crime. Then again it came with the job, its not like he's going to call me and give me some encouragement. Then again you never can tell.

"Ah ok, where is it?"

I really didn't want to go but I didn't have a choice, it was my job and I knew that the victim didn't want to die too. So who was I to complain. Morbidity comes with the job or maybe its the only thing that helps me keep a grip upon this reality, which contains vampires, zombies, ghouls, lynthropes... and the list goes on.
Jacob told me where the crime scene was, it was in lower Haight. About twenty minutes from my place. I shrugged and scratched my head, I guess I was going out tonight.

"Ok I'll be there, by the way how bad is it?"

"You'll have to see for yourself."

He could have lied, it would have made it easier for me to just imagine the worst possible scenario and then find out that it didn't even come close. Though I happen to have a very vivid imagination when it comes to things like that, it made writing reports of the crime scenes easier and made my nightmares more realistic. Got to love that trade off.

I heard the phone click as he hung up, I placed the reciever back and went to the bedroom to change from my comfortable lounge pants and cotton shirt. I disliked my job sometimes, but it paid the bills.
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