City of the Dead

This was pointless. Asked to come to the hospital with the accidents victims to give a full report and then forced to stand around and watch as the doctors attempted to save their lives. It was moment's like these that Zander had the hardest time. He felt anger towards whoever did this to the victims and he felt sadness that they might not survive. But yet there was also a part of him who felt elated at the sight of so much blood, of human deaths and he knew that could only be his demon side. What he really wanted to do was help but instead, he opted to turn his back; out of sight, out of mind. The emergency room was already crowded and the doctors wouldn't be looking for him to give a report for awhile yet so he choose this moment to take a deep breath outside. Hospitals made him feel itchy and he was sure it was because of his conflicting feelings about humans. Once outside, he felt a lot more relaxed. Out here, he could pretend there wasn't turmoil inside.

He actually hadn't even been on the clock when the accident had occurred. He'd been walking home. He told the paramedics at the scene it had been a pack of wild dogs, which wasn't uncommon in the city and they'd accepted it. They just didn't need to know what kind of canine. He had a feeling if these humans survived, their days of peaceful ignorance was over. Because he was a detective, he didn't wear a uniform so when he had called 911 and attempted to stop the bleeding, the paramedics had tried to push him away, until he showed his badge and now here he was, roped into giving a full report. No doubt he'd have to repeat the same report to his lieutenant back at the station later, as well. But for now, he'd give himself a breather and wait till he was needed.

It was the scent of angel that got his attention first. He peered down at the sidewalk as people hurried on their way. None of them stood out remarkably or was threatening him with a Divine Blade. It wasn't until he heard his name called and he turned, did he find the culprit. One of the nurses that had been helping with the wounded had come out searching for him, her smock still covered in blood and he felt a rise in his body temperature. Blood. Who knew he had a dark demonic side? When their eyes met, he saw her stiffen and the realization come over her face. He froze, waiting to see what she would do. Would she dare leap across the front porch of a hospital, of all things, pull out her Divine Blade and kill him? The doctor would like to see you for your statement. He felt himself relax, if only slightly. She was all business and so was he. This wasn't the time or place for an all out war.

Instead, he flashed her a smile and made his way towards her. "Anything that can help." he said, opening the door opposite of her to go through. He didn't plan on standing close enough to her to make her feel the need to stab him. "Did, uh, any of them make it?" He asked her. Less concerned about the wounded themselves, he was more concerned with if they had survived because then he'd have a rampaging werewolf in the city and he wasn't looking to take control of that. After all, there wasn't a set pack here in this city and loners didn't normally want to take on a newly bitten for fear of having themselves thrown in the spotlight. He'd have to take care of it himself.

Your kind He mentally flinched. That was kind of harsh... Not that he made a move to correct her. When looking in at their situation as a third person, it was only right that she grouped him in with other demons. After all, angels and demons had been killing each other for thousands of years. Only once in a while does a demon appear that doesn't wish harm on others and even then, they are forced to kill to protect themselves, remaining misunderstood forever. However, their particular meeting had a positive outlook. Where they were, nothing could happen to them, at least, if they didn't want to draw attention and Zander certainly wasn't ready to open himself up to the public. He much liked his incognito life as a human and judging by her work here, so did she. For now, they could remain neutral and go about their lives and separate without any interruptions.

He turned to look at her, green eyes curious. He supposed there was no harm and revealing the supernatural case files he'd been following. After all, he didn't have anyone else to share them with. Sometimes even detectives need to have a second, unexpected mind look in. He kept his voice low, so only she could hear. "There hasn't been an Alpha in New Orleans for meany years. The power shift jumps from one to the next and no one wants to swear allegiance to someone else. So, the city has become a sort of "rogue" territory. Only loners live here and operate. However, there is a law among the loners that they all follow; bite someone and you're responsible for their training and teaching until they can handle themselves alone. Like a mother with a child, let's say.

"The last couple months, there seems to a be rogue were among the loners who is disrespecting the laws set down within the city. Newly bitten are on the rise and what's worse, they don't know how to control themselves. Who ever is turning them, is leaving them to their own devices, not taking responsibility. I've been following this case but I haven't been able to pin point anyone. I have insiders but it's like a giant maze. No one wants to mention names or talk." He sighed, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "However, the only good part of all of this is being able to keep it under wraps. Telling locals and medical staff that there is pack of wild dogs roaming the streets of New Orleans seems to pacify all those with questions and so far, it's working. But it'll only be a matter of time until the lies will no longer satisfy."