[ TT ] A vampire 's first day on his job as a detective .

Humans. The stench of them is overwhelming. A putrescence sunk deep down inside of them, shit in their bowels and shit in their hearts. Blood courses through their veins, blood that I once craved. Blood that makes me sick to look at now. 
 
 I slurp on my drink loudly, not bothering to hide the fangs that peek out. It is the middle of the night and the city lazily creeps by me as I walk down the streets. The smell nearly ruins the taste of my beverage. Nearly. 
 
 I glide through the police lines and stroll towards the body. Instantly two people are on me, talking without end. One is chastising me for being late, the other is spewing the details of the case as quickly as possible. The words meld together, but it's easy enough to pick out the only ones that matter. 
 
 Woman, aged 24. Head taken off, found a few feet away. Arms gnawed on. Fingernails torn from fingers. Torture likely. Wounds of self defense more likely. 
 
 The stench of the humans is worse here than in the streets, somehow. The acrid and dry air is somehow *thicker* here, as if being wedged between the two buildings had magnified it. 
 
 *It does n't matter that I'm a little late Johnson. The body is n't going anywhere is it? No rain. Is n't good that the forensics team gets to have a god first? Write up all the important stuff? * 
 
 He begins to reply but I am at the covered body, little plastic flags sticking up all over the place. I gently lift the sheet up and over, and look around for the head. It is maybe five feet away. I trace its trajectory to the wall, where there is a splash of blood. The head is covered as well, this one stained scarlet. Under this sheet is a head that is hardly recognizable. 
 
 Claw marks scar the face, and there is a bit of spine at the bottom. Teeth are missing. I look at Taylor. She points to a bag filled with the tiny white bones. 
 
 I stand and smile at the people gathered around, no doubt wondering if I know the creature responsible. 
 
 *I'm officially declaring this a Supernatural Investigation. There's something out there, going bump in the night. Something that did this, on a whim. Log pictures of everything, we need this cleaned up within the hour. * 
 
 The peons start toiling away again. None look at me. 
 
 They are scared. 
 
 They should be. 
 
 *Oh, and Taylor* 
 
 I am almost at the edge of the scene, ready to start my investigation. 
 
 *Make sure you keep the head separate from the body. *
