Midnight Snack Run [Inv]

Despite his large, nigh 7 foot, frame, the bount slipped through the corridors of his abode like a shadow. In a few moments he would be out in the cold, night air. Looking around there were still some signs of life, the occasional nightwatchman would pass by on his standard patrol. Making his way into town the bount surveyed his current surroundings, Karakura town wasn't renowned for its night life but that didn't mean it was completely non-existant either. This wouldn't be Chareos' first night hunting either, one couldn't really survive this long on inexperience.

Passing by a few open bars the bount surveyed the prey within, on nights like this when he needed a quick fix he'd usually frequent the bars, searching out the depressed and suicidal prey that often graced them. No one would bat an eyelid if they disappeared, worst case scenario the police would usually chalk it up as a suicide. But tonight the bount was in search of more. . .livelier game. Ghosting past a few more bars the bount would meander a few streets before coming across a subtly hidden strip club. Previously an old local antique shop, the place had since run out of business and been abandoned, allowing the current 'owners' to move in and set up shop.

The sound of music grew louder as the bount approached, a few ungainly youths stood some few meters away from the bouncer trying to get a peek on the action. As Chareos approached the man gave a curt nod before stepping to one side. Given his stature and build one would have to be a fool to mistake him for a child. Grasping the knob the bount would step in.

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Chareos surveyed the room, as if analyzing each and every dancer, like a hunter singling out prey from the herd before closing in for the kill. He could easily choose any of the men that flocked to this place, it wouldn't be hard to isolate them, pick a fight or create some sort of commotion to get them alone with him. But that was far too simple, this had to feel like a hunt if it were indeed to settle his little hunger pang, not to mention his tastes demanded those of the more . . . .fairer gender. If anything though the men did serve their purpose however, for they too were predators of a certain pedigree, when given to their more . . . .base desires. Unknowingly in their fleshly driven endeavours they would circle, like jackals or wild dogs, on the choicest of prey, the loners and the introverts Chareos would ignore, for these were the weaker of the predators.

No, he would focus on the males that demonstrated alpha characteristics, they would choose only the best and like the apex predator he would take it from them. Tonight it seemed they had their attentions focused on a woman scantily clad as a police officer.

Curly, amber hair adorned her head like a crown, her eyes as dark and as piercing the abyss, her skin toned a soft gold-like exotic sheen. She was certainly a fair bit older than a lot of the girls here, closer to her 30's from the look of things, but it didn't detract from her allure. If anything, her maturity seemed to add to her allure, where her younger, more bustier counterparts seemed to demand for attention, she instead commanded it as evidenced by the scores of males that surrounded her podium.

You'll do perfectly.

Moving like a shadow, he would sit just a few meters away from the throngs of men before. Just far away for her to single him out, but not too far that he would be unable to make eye contact.

With that the bount would wait.

She was no more than a few minutes into her strip tease, having tantalized her crowd with flashes of skin here and there that gradually grew in exposure, before her eyes fell on him. Chareos gazed deeply into her piercing eyes, returning an equally piercing one of his own before offering a shadow of a smile. At first she looked away, eager to continue her routine, but their eyes met again and this time she lingered, as if mesmerized, the cheering of the crowd breaking the illusion.

With a satisfied smile the bount would rise slowly and make his way towards the bar, as he turned he was certain he caught a glimpse of her casting a look his way as she continued to disrobe.

The bait had been laid, now all he had to do was wait.

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Walking up towards the VIP room Chareos couldn't help but ponder the tediousness of it all. The time it had taken him to get this far he could have emptied at least 3 or more humans on the streets, but here he was playing mysterious vampire hunter where he could have been back in bed. He shook his head at himself as he rounded up past the last of the stairs.

The upper levels starkly contrasted the lower, where the lower was more open and spacious, the upper was more closed, reserved. Private booths sat to either side of him, as he walked passed he noticed that some where empty, others held various numbers of men and women. As he neared the end of the hallway he noticed the policewoman sat at one of the booth. Her gaze inviting him in, the bount would oblige, sliding into the booth as she rose to draw a crimson curtain behind him.

Sitting down the bount could feel a small surge of adrenaline coursing through his body, up close she was more alluring and a giddy feeling of victory tickled the bount's senses as he sank softly into the welcoming cushions.

Will I get a discount for this? he smiled another charming smile as she rounded towards him slowly. The policewoman returned his smile, tinges of dark desire hanging from her features. She need not have responded at that point, for Chareos already knew the answer.

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As their skin touched the bount felt something spark from the contact. Her touch was electric that much could be said, as she eased herself across his lap, straddling him as her hands ran across his body. It was hard not to be distracted, as hungry as he was, from all the sensual cues and the bount could feel the bubbles of desire begin to tickle within his stomach. His eyes wandered along her smooth skin, up towards her waist and up towards her neck.

She let him observe, if she was aware of his intent, which was highly unlikely, she allowed him to inspect her. As their eyes locked once again he gazed deeply into her, a soft tinge of regret touched his mind. It was such a shame that he'd run into her on this night of all nights, he would've been content with somethi--someone else but then again that was how life went. The lion didn't feel pity for the antelope, yet each ensure the other's survival, it was just how things were.

That thought seemed to ease his conscience, not that it needed much easing anyway and his eyes wandered to her lips. She almost immediately picked up on this, whether of her own accord or driven by something else, and began to lean in.

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Descending down the stairs, Chareos thought about the various implications of what he'd just done. It wasn't the first time he'd fed, that time everything had felt surreal and new, his conscience had eaten him from the moment the life had left the corpse. Now it was almost routine, the faces seemed to blend into one another and all that remained was the lingering satisfaction and the pang of guilt that felt more like someone pinging one of those musical triangles.

Naturally the police would be at a loss to explain her death, after all there was nothing to implicate him of murder aside from eyewitness accounts, even so those wouldn't be enough to really pin anything on him aside from him being there. Even so the house itself wouldn't risk its business by pushing the matter, if anything they would replace the casualty of their work within a matter of days. Worst case scenario the bount would merely have to eliminate any loose ends that popped up.

As he made his way to the door leading out of the establishment he there was s sinking feeling of regret. As much as he'd enjoyed his meal he wondered when someone like her would ever come across his path again, definitely not in a strip club that was for sure. He consoled himself with the thought that his hunting grounds weren't just restricted to these type of locations.

Heading out?, he turned towards the voice. It was cat girl. Smiling once more the bount gave a curt nod. When will I see you again? she smiled her seductive smile, a little more genuinely this time. The bount chuckled, handing her another note from his wallet.

We'll see, he said turning the knob and stepping out into the night.

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It wasn't long before the streets the bount turned to became more and more familiar. Naturally he could've simply darted back quicker than any human would care to notice but given how late it was that really didn't seem necessary. Walking brought a sense of intimacy between him and the night and the silence was welcome aside from the stray whisper of the wind. Schatten Damon for the most part remained quiet, but even so his presence was still felt even though he had no physical form, Chareos felt at ease with his doll sharing the same home with him within his mind.

As he approached the hotel where he was staying the bount breezed by the sleepy clerk on call at the desk, more aware of his own delirious fatigue than he was of the imposing bount. Breezing up the stairs one by one the seemingly accusatory thoughts the bount had had begun to fade and the bittersweet feeling of acceptance had washed over him. At this point he'd come to expect it but even so the experience was always welcome, it was a sign that he wasn't at least going mad.

As he entered his room the bount stripped down to his boxers. Tomorrow he'd have to go about filling his fridge, maybe possibly take a break from his job to unwind a little. As he sunk back into his sheets the mattress seemed to welcome his frame, his bald head washed in the cool feeling of his pillow. As he closed his eyes the bount thought about the night's proceedings, he was satisfied for the time being and the thoughts would be gone by the morning.

With a soft sigh the bount allowed the darkness of his dreams to swallow his mind.

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Moving towards the door, Chareos reached for the knob and opened the door. On the other side stood a lanky yet somewhat toned older officer in uniform, his jet black hair, streaked with strands of grey sat tidily combed back, his facial hair trimmed but even so Chareos could see the grey patched that began to litter the strands, betraying the man's experience in years. Beside him stood a much younger man, in pants and a white shirt, with a black tie. Autumn brown hair sat oiled back, and refinely combed and though his counterpart had a stern demeanour, this one was more youthful and vibrant that somewhat contrast of his slightly more muscular and imposing frame.

Are you Chareos Khan?, the older man asked, to which the bount would nod. We'd like to ask you some questions, may we come in?

Of course officer, give me a moment to get dressed, he motioned to his towel with a small nod of his head, as you can see you caught me at an inopportune time.

Go ahead, said the younger as the bount stepped to the side to let them in, our apologies for stopping you from your shower.

He moved away from the pair and back into his wardrobe, pulling out some plain pants and a white shirt the bount would quickly dress before returning to his guests.

All right, the younger officer turned to him as he stepped out once more, before we start introductions are in order. I'm Detective Tomarasu and this is my partner Officer Iwa, the older man nodded at the mention of his name.

How can I be of help to you officers? Chareos replied with a nod of his own, leaning against a wall.

We work Karakura Homicide division, usually in a town like this you don't get too many people suddenly going poof, so you'll pardon our eagerness since we don't get to do much but sit around. Tomarasu smiled amicably, before a more stern demeanour washed over his face

I'm guessing you've already seen the news, he said gesturing towards the tv, so we don't need to go into the unneccessaries, we have a couple of witnesses that say you were the last person to see Ms Torima. Would you please recount the details of your activities last night between 12 and 3am ?

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Do you. . .Chareos asked almost amusedly, suspect maybe something more. . . spiritual might be at play?

Both officers eyed with, genuine amusement on both their features before a more stern berating mask overtook it. A tempting presumption as it may sound,Officer Iwa spoke, we of the police department deal in solid, tangible evidence, Mr. Khan. Things you can see and touch.

Things that you don't seem to have a lot of in this case, Chareos chimed in. But I suppose that's why you are the police officers and I am not, so I hope you'll forgive my amateur opinion.

No sense in trying in try to be eisegetic here, officer Tomarasu said rising from his seat, if there even is a killer in this situation he would have left some clue or other. For now we'll simply have to retrace our steps and re-examine what evidence we do have.

Both officers made their move to leave, the older officer Iwa leaving first as Tomarasu turned and offered a slight bow to Chareos. You have our thanks for your co-operation Mr Khan, as well as for your time.

Anything else I can do to help, you know where to find me, the bount nodded curtly. Officer Tomarasu returned the nod before closing the door firmly. The bount could just about make out a few words from officer Iwa as he heard both officers footfalls grow fainter and fainter.

Something spiritual? . . what like a vampire? . . .that would be the day. . .

Chareos chuckled to himself.These humans were definitely an interesting lot that was for sure.

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The news about the murder continued all day, in a town as small as this it was to be expected that such a happening wouldn't die down so quickly. Experts remarked on whether or not there really was a killer or if the girl had simply died of some strange disease whilst on the shift, with both sides presenting a lot of their so called 'evidence' to support their claim. There was one human who even suggested, like Chareos had to the two officers, that there could've been something more spiritual given the lack of evidence on the crime scene. Even a few of the callers seemed to chime in accordingly when the public was asked to way in their opinion.

Chareos couldn't help but laugh as the notions of vampires, spiritual blood suckers, voodoo shamans and even shinigami were all put to the sword by a number of 'expert' panelists. Humans could certainly be arrogant enough about their beliefs when it came down to it and would no doubt stick to their ignorance no matter what. The bount pondered about what would happen should the spiritual world ever be proven to exist, how much things would change. His little hunting trips would no doubt become even harder, hell he may even have to change cities.

Time seemed to fly as the bount was entrenched in thought and before he knew it it was already late in the evening. Slipping on a coat this time the bount headed out once more. It was time to take care of a few loose ends

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