5.
The Detective
I took to the
trails that led the man I wanted to asked. Hasin considered himself a Lord over
the city, therefore he stayed in a large mansion on the hill overlooking the
city. His was a a hundred acres of woods with one road to his mansion. He had
ten guards on permanent duty there, and five of his own when he comes home.
Hasin true to his name, kept a harem of his own, whom he changed every year. It
was from one of the disgruntled that the law officers came to visit it.
"I paid them
whores, five grand a month. All they need to do was open their legs and
mouth." Hasin then was in his bath robe with the legs spread out when I
interviewed him at the pool. "I don't hit them, or even hurt them in their
feelings. I only wanted sex.'
"Mr Hasin, we
had complaints that you kept them against their will. I am just acting on the
complaints." I looked to the five ladies in the jacuzzi pool. They looked
bored or were pumped full with drugs.
"Well, fucked
your complaints. Do your investigation, Officer Morales. I am going for a fuck
now." The man stripped his robe off and walked to the pool. It was then I
left him to his antics, but the complainant went missing before ended up dead
in cheap motel. The case was dropped for lack of evidence.
I was back that
evening with Cindy. She had told me that Hasin had a hand in my mother's
killing. The evidence was in the house. I had acquired two guns but Cindy
declined my offer. She said she could managed it. I don't know I believed her,
but in my anger, I would believed anyone who said they knew my mother's
murderer. The way into he mansion was through the large garden and into the
library glass door. It was hardly lock when Hasin was in. There was one guard in
that section. All of this I knew from survelliance and informers. There were
still the dogs; Hasin kept twelve of them in the garden.
We climbed over
the short wall and dropped into the garden. I told Cindy to wait there while I
tackled the dogs. Based on the instinct and scent, three dobermans came
charging. I raised up my right hand and snarled at them. The dogs stopped in
their tracks and started whimpering. One thing about the Lycan, was respect by
the canines. I made my way to the library door and saw the guard. He was
standing next to the library steps looking bored while taking a smoke. I looked
to my right hand and watched it evolved into the claws of the wolf. I stepped
up the man's back and removed his spinal cartilage and then severed the heart
while my left hand clasped his throat. I lowered the man down before thrusting
my right claw into his chest to removed the innards. I left it for the dogs.
"I saw
that....You are a ..." I looked to Cindy and snarled. In my half
transformation, I still retained the look of my human side.
"No more than
your preference for blood." I told her before I stepped up to the library
door. I tried it and found it unlocked. I pulled it open to step in with Cindy
close behind. Our target was the basement, three doors from the library inner
doorway. I peeked out and caught the scent. Two of the guards are in the
kitchen which was five doors away. It was a challenge to do the distance to get
to the basement door. We took it and soon opened the basement door. We went down
and with my half transformation, I could see through the dark area. There were
rooms build there with the stairs leading to the corridor.
"Follow
me." I told her and surprisingly., she managed well with my pace. We
looked at the rooms, checked them out before moving on. Each room contained
supplies and unwanted stuffs, but the last door opened to a lower level. There
the room was lighted. I saw the chains and iron brackets on the walls, with
torture tools. Then I saw the sight I was most appalled by it. It was a man
with his right wrist removed. He was tortured from the looks on his body.
I remembered his
name.
It was Jacob of
the clan. He was of the Goeld tribe, a distance one but their members are here
in the city. They were from Lithuania. Cindy ran up to him and tried to wake
him. I could tell from the scent that he was dying. Cindy did the unthinkable;
she exposed her wrist and cut it. She placed it over his mouth and pushed the
head back.
I seen such acts
before. It was the practice of the vampires to revive their dying ones.
"Bravo, I am
touched." I turned to look at the man who said those words. It was Hasin
with his five guards. They were all armed with rifles.
"Officer
Morales, I presumed. I knew then you were with them." Hasin looked to the
other lady who was still dripping her blood to her friend. "Ms.Golan,
pardon my lack of hospitality. Jacob was drained for his safety. He asked me to
do it. We are the same tribe. All of us here."
The guards threw
aside their weapons and began the transformation. Their clothes ripped and then
their muscles bulged to the new frame. I by then had also transformed fully
into my other self. Hasin smiled at me.
"A fine body,
Morales. Such a pity that Ms.Golan would not transformed." Hasin raised up
his right hand to show the exposed wrist. "Perhaps you needed my blood.
Your father had made you his first hybrid."
Hybrid? I looked
to the two of them.
"Yes,
Morales. Golan belong to the tribe too. With myself, years ago, we managed to
control our transformation. We also developed the glands to hide our scent. You
did not know as you could not had detected it. We were the renegade wolves; the
one who hunts their own."
I heard of it;
they were the Seekers. The council had them banished and with that they hunt us
for the game. They were hunted by the tribes and deemed extinct.
"Golan and
myself were the last." Hasin sighed. "We could not mate, but we did
an experiment. We took on the blood suckers. It failed too, but we experimented
with the genes. We managed to developed one that we soon impregnated with the
new genes. She was the first of the new breed; a combination of the wolves with
the bloodsuckers. Of course ours was the dominant genes. Her mother died on
birth, and Golan took her away before I could experiment more."
"He left
Europe to come here. He rebuilt his empire. I came and he went into hiding. I
searched him out. I challenged him and we fought.. He won over me. I asked him
for mercy, and he did. For twenty years, I avoided him. It was only recently, I
took on the new challenge; a duel of legality, a duel of words. I lost that
too, but he also lost his daughter. He told her of us,and her legacy."
"Yes, he did.
He wanted me to birth his child. I won't ....do it. I am his daughter..."
Cindy cried. "I am in love with Jacob."
"No, Cindy.
You are not his daughter. It was myself who impregnate your mother. He had
tried but I did it. He is not your father. I am your rightful father."
Hasin told her. "Like your name, you had to lived your childhood in pain.
A false life till you are ready."
"No, Papa
treated me well until....he changed. He gave me everything I needed...."
Cindy cried out and then whimpered. "He would not let me love Jacob. He
had Jacob removed. He told Jacob to kill her. It was a setup. He wanted to
frame him and .....her."
I looked at Cindy
who pointed her finger at me. Why me? I don't even know them.
"Cindy, let
me make it up to you. I would restore Jacob and then you may wed him."
Hasin told the lady. "I give you my oath as your father."
She never seen it
coming. Neither did he.
The Attorney
I did some checks
of my own. Cinderella Golan was the only daughter of the man whose wife died in
childbirth. That was on the records. She had everything and nothing as Golan
was never with her. She lived with her nanny, schooled in boarding schools, and
even did her Uni with friends. Then I checked on Golan.
The man was a
mystery itself, came over after the 70's war, and slowly build an empire named
the Golan Corporate Enterprise. There were cases of litigation of frauds, but
no conviction. However he was successful in acquiring others at bargain offers.
They nicknamed him Shylock the Merchant. He was charitable and did many fund
raisers for the unfortunate and animals protection. He sponsored the zoo of
their pack of wolves, and vultures. Of the later, his famous quip was feed them
before they feed you. He approached me when Hasin took him to court for
misrepresentation on some trade they were involved in. I won the case on the
reversing the misrepresentations to mis-read terms by the concerned parties. In
the end, the case was thrown out as misdemeanor of understanding ala intentions
to cheat by both parties that squared out the impact.
I looked to the
Hasin file; I did an extensive research into the man. He was another mystery;
also appeared before the turn of the century, and established an empire by
removing some figureheads of ill repute. Hasin once said, there are no business
like hostile takeovers. There were concerns by the legal fraternity that he
could be a hoodlum in disguise but his funds were legal. The administration did
a check on him and ruled out foul play, but there was words that he intimidate
his opponents very harsh with a strong appreciation of society needs. His company
contributed millions to the city well being. So we have two high achievers but
no clues to how they did it. Both are unmarried but the former had a daughter
whom he patronize when he wanted to. They are tyrants in the business field,
but angels in the social scene.
"So
Cinderella Golan, whey do you hide?" That questioned puzzled me. I looked
at her photo and then back to the mug shots of the two men. She looked more
like Hasin.
I may had the
possible opening to a new submission. I called Clarice with my new phone. I
knew it was late in the night but she ought to be awake. The Wolf was seen in
the city.
Special Agent
I looked at the
dead body of the man. It never easy to see a dead body even though you been at
the job for years. I still cringe at the sight of the spilled out innards or
missing cavities. Once we had a case where the victim innards was plastered to
the canvas like an art piece. An avant garde of the new art form.
"We found him
and ten others dead like this. We also found the hidden dungeon of Mr
Hasin." The local detective advised me while my team was on route from DC.
"If it was the Wolf, then he had become Super Wolf."
The dry humor of
the detective did not rubbed on me. My subject did not do mass kills in one
scene, it does single deaths. This was a mass murder scene.
Could it be the
Wolf had formed a pack? I was to explored more when the portable rang.
"I am in the
middle of a case." I told him. "Hasin died an hour ago. Don't get
your pants down just yet. We may not be fucking for some nights."
He was muttering
on the line and I decided to hang up. The detective walked up to me and showed
me two guns.
"This was in
the dungeon. It was fired and looked like prints. I would run it and advised
you." The detective then showed her the new evidence he collected.
I found these furs
on the flooring. They are stained with blood.'
Clarice looked at
it. Her expression went from bland to concern. She picked up the phone.
"I think we
know where Morales was last seen."i then looked at the number. 'New line,
huh? Are you giving me the number?"
Number? Phone? She
knew then there was a silver lining in the sky.
