It was a cold morning. The sky was grey, but that was really just clouds. People always say the cloud is grey, but in retrospect, the sky is transparent, it's just the colours of the ocean and the glaciers making it look the colours that it does. The clouds make it grey.

Life was dull this day. Why? I happened to be standing at the edge of a crime scene, looking out at three corpses. That's a good way to make life dull, wouldn't you think? People have told me I can be cynical in the face of death. I was told it's my way of coping. I like how people always tell me how I feel, I am perfectly aware of my own feelings, thanks.

Alright, I'll cut to the chase. Three dead bodies, one of them female, about twenty years in age. One male is much older. The other is unknown, the body is far too mangled and the coroner had just started working the body, so we wouldn't know for another few minutes.

I was called in as a specialist in this case. I'm not a cop or doctor. I'm actually alot worse than that, but let's just say for now that I knew savagery when I seen it. I stood above the mangled body and peered down at the wounds. I was thinking of the way they curved slightly, towards the right. The coroner was thinking the same as me.

"So you're going to be looking for a killer that has a very strong right arm. That swipes at their prey." She leaned in closer to her precious corpse. I was already thinking of what might have caused it, and I had a couple of ideas. I turned around to face the lead investigator, an FBI agent I had worked closely with before. He was also dating a colleague of mine.

"It could very possibly be a lycan. Actually, I think that's the best shot, I don't know many other creatures that would do something like this, and so brutally." I reported. I knew very well what a lycanthrope could do. Why shouldn't I, I happened to be one of them. Although it's been a very, very long time since I had done anything like this. In fact, it had only been right when I was turned had I done anything like the ferocity I was viewing now.

Mark, the FBI Agent, turned to look me in the eye. "Other lycans can find him, right?" Wow, a hit to the hard spot. Mark knew I was a werewolf, he had seen me as one, and he was blunt and did his job. His job was to find the killer. That included in using me to track him. I was certain the killer was a male, the smell was strong in my nose. With a sigh, I nodded at Mark.

Maybe I should introduce myself. My name is Lex Ellerhon, and I'm approximately a thousand years old and no, I am not looking for a good time. I work for a group of people such as myself and we help to keep the evil supernatural beings from killing the humans. How nice am I? I've spent my entire immortal, well, not really immortal, I can die, just not of old age, life doing it, and to be bluntly honest, I would never give it up. I put my energy and life into doing what I do.


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My name is Katy. I'm a girl living in Deadmonton. Canada. I like alot of things but I am obsessed with... Jack@$$ & Wildboyz, Will Ferrell, Nathan Petrelli, Tetris, Stephen King, Gintama, Shaman King/Tao Ren, Final Fantasy, Abe Sapien, Our Lady Peace, Reno, Colorado, South Park/Kyle Broflovski, AHTA, Maximum Ride, werewolves > aliens & Transformers/Hot Shot. Eric Idle. MEWTWO I listen to Nickelback while playing Final Fantasy, and Finger Eleven while playing Kingdom Hearts. I'm also terrified of aliens.