Another dead body had been found. The second since two weeks, no one knew who the killer was - none of those who were suspected in the first place. The problem was that this was slowly drawing attention to the wrong people, since no one was around to let them vanish, or compel the others to forget they existed. It was a slow growing danger surrounding them all - no one needed the police or the FBI around here.
Stefan had decided to spend the next night at the local bar, observing the humans, maybe he would find out something. Or see someone suspicious. Besides, he needed the distraction. It was a certain day of the year where he usually would fall into a pattern of sadness, mixed with getting drunk, and not even remembering where he was. That day was an anniversary. This day a couple of decades ago a certain person had died. While he was distracting himself daily to ease the pain of the loss that was still and would always be leaving a hole inside of him, it didn’t work on that specific day. Never. Even his decision to play spy among those humans wouldn’t save him from falling into that darkness.
“Bourbon please.” He ordered the second glass now, concentrating on the soft burn in his throat.
He was wearing a bracelet, a simple black leather band with a small iron falcon on it. It had been the family emblem of his former lover. Whenever he wore it, his presence was somehow with him. Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to chose this day for his attempt to notice anything out of the ordinary here. Maybe he should just get drunk and go home. But he didn’t do it, maybe it was the very second the lamp was causing the iron on his bracelet to light up a bit, right towards him, giving him a sense of comfort.
