Celia Sylvers sat slumped against a wall. It almost looked as if she were watching the hustle and bustle of the police cordoning off the area around the corpse, but her eyes were blank. A couple of times she was approached by a young police officer, but each time she showed no response.
25-year-old David Johansson went back to his colleague with a sigh. "What do we do with her? “, He asked him. Rosen just shrugged. “What should we do with her? Take her to the presidium and ask her questions. "
“In their current state? “Johansson just shook his head disapprovingly. He respected his partner, Rosen was older and more experienced than himself, but lately he seemed to be becoming more and more indifferent to others. Or maybe he was just getting old. “She is in shock! "
Rosen furrowed his eyebrows as he glanced at the girl."How you mean. Then take them to a doctor first. "
Johansson just looked at his partner for a full minute, then turned on his heel and walked back to Celia. He knew exactly what Rosen was thinking, because basically he was of the same opinion. The girl had seen who had done this to the dead. But now she was not in a position to have a proper conversation. Johansson was only recently on the homicide squad, but these deaths seemed to be on the rise lately and that meant he'd seen far worse cases. It was no wonder Celia was in shock. He, too, had just stood there wide-eyed in his first murder of this kind and was unable to react. It was normal for the brain to refuse to take in the images of such a brutal murder.
He crouched down in front of the girl.The 16-year-old Celia Sylvers had shoulder-length, black-brown hair that framed her Asian-looking face and gave her already very light skin even more paleness. She had leaned her arms on her bent legs and her eyes went through Johansson, but he was sure that she noticed him anyway.
"Miss Sylvers? He asked softly. This time too he got no reaction, but he continued: "I would like to ask you to come with me, I will take you to the hospital."
The girl reacted against his expectations, but instead of responding to his words, she asked: “Where ... where is Serafin? “Her voice trembled slightly and was so quiet that Johansson could barely understand it. "Serafin? “Who should that be? He glanced at his colleague Rosen, but he was busy getting rid of a few curious residents. Slowly he straightened up and pulled Celia with him.She made no resistance, but made no move to follow Johansson on her own, so Johansson grabbed her arm and slowly led her to his car.
He knew Rosen would have acted differently. Rosen was someone who scrutinized everything, even if it was just something like the name of this Serafin mentioned by someone at the crime scene. But Celia still seemed unable to have a meaningful conversation. Her gaze was still empty.
And if this Serafin had been the one who had messed up the corpse, she would hardly have asked about him.
Arriving at his Ford Fiesta, he carefully maneuvered her into the passenger seat, circled the car, and dropped behind the wheel. With a routine movement he put the key in the ignition and started the engine, but never let the girl out of his sight for a moment. She still didn't show a single sign that she even noticed what was happening around her, but Johansson now had the feeling that she had at least somewhat found her way back from her shock to reality.With a desperate leap, he threw himself forward, avoiding the blow that, had he hit him, would certainly have robbed him of his last strength. The impact on the concrete floor was also hard, but not so bad that he couldn't straighten up. He had been hit so often in the past half hour that he hardly had the energy to run any further, but his panic gave him strength that he hadn't even suspected existed before.
But this knowledge didn't help him at the moment either. His pursuer was far faster than him and even if he should manage to escape the next blows, he had no chance of leaving this opponent behind.
As if to confirm his thoughts, a shadow suddenly shot at his side.
He lost his footing, stumbled, and fell full-length. And he knew with unshakable certainty that he was now lost.When he half straightened up, the shadow was already over him. A sinewy hand pressed his shoulder back to the ground, and even if his pursuer had been human, his strength would not have been strong enough to offer much resistance.
He wanted to scream, but it was already too late. The shadow struck his long fangs into his throat and tore his larynx. His scream faded into a hotter gurgle that subsided entirely within seconds.
Smiling, the shadowy figure licked his teeth, then leaned back over his victim.
Minutes later he started up as if struck by lightning when a bright laugh echoed through the narrow alley.
"Like a wild animal ..." someone said and then a tall figure stepped out of the shadows.
The vampire straightened completely. “Sephir! "
Sephir nodded and was still smiling. "Like a wild animal," he repeated.
“Like a wild animal? Are you saying that I am behaving inhumanly?", The shadowy vampire remarked mockingly. "I wouldn't necessarily call ourselves human."
Sephir's smile grew even wider at these words. “Inhuman ... yes, that was probably even my thought, but you're right, we haven't been human for a long time. Nor was it my intention to suspect anything of your ... eating habits. “He paused briefly in his words, sank down next to Craven's victim and dipped his finger into the still fresh blood. Then he raised it to his face and looked at it thoughtfully. “I should tell you that our protégé has awakened. Our orders are to find him immediately and bring him to our hiding place. Cain wants to see him. "
"What? Right away? “Craven asked, looking down at his victim. More and more blood streamed from the wound he had made in the neck.
Sephir laughed again. "Yes immediately. These are my instructions.Your feast will have to wait. "
“Do you know where to find the boy? "
Sephir took his time to answer. He stared at the blood on his fingertip for a few moments before licking it off with relish. Then he nodded. "Yes. Come along."
With a sigh and one last longing look at his victim, Craven followed Sephir through the darkness.

So, that's it again. I have to say something about the last part: At the time I wrote this, I was reading "Azrael - Die Wiederkehr" (by Wolfgang Hohlbein). Something rubbed off on my writing style. By the way, the two characters, Craven and Sephir, are among my favorite charactersXD. Yeah, I like vampires ...
@Blade: Yeah, I can understand that you've got hungry ... Look forward to the third Kappi, that's entirely to your taste.
Forget the clerks for this Kappi nüsch, okay?
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