Thread: law and order scu: supernatural crimes unit || bear & alphazero

2008 oval office 2008 had been a tumultuous year for the Obama family, and through hard work and perseverance against all odds, here he stood with the victory of a lifetime. President Barack Obama. It didnt sound real to him, it barely even registered that this was his new life. But now, there was something even more pressing and urgent for him to attempt at understanding. He was still in awe of the desk he sat behind, his fingertips running in quiet appreciation over its smooth surface as the woman in front of him patiently waited for a response. He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair as he steepled his fingers in front of him. Shed just given him enough information that would make someone normal decide she was no longer worth the time and effort he had already invested in listening to her. He was the President of the United States, not a movie director, but here was listening to her as she calmly explained the existence of the supernatural. It was a secret that had been kept well hidden since the beginning of time and now Now they wanted to unleash this holy hell upon the normal citizens of this great country. He shook his head and sighed again, rubbing at his eyes. Ive just been elected. It wasnt an acknowledgement of anything shed said, but more of him attempting to come to terms with things. He whispered the words again, trying to wrap his mind around everything. It made sense, really, when he put everything into this new perspective. His girlfriend when he was just a teen God, shed seemed to No. He closed that door before he opened it too much and tried to imagine who could be what . Instead, he focused on what he had to do now. Whether he agreed with it or not, the monsters were coming out from under the bed so to speak, and they were something that had to be managed or there would Chaos. If he didnt stop this problem before it became that, he would truly be the worst President in the history of the United States. But still, his luck couldnt have been any worse than this. Alright, He said, more to himself than to anyone else as he leaned back onto his desk and set his elbows upon it. He leveled his gaze at the woman, I want you to spread the word to law enforcement and law enforcement only . Round up their best and most compassionate officers. Get them as much research as they can, at whatever the cost, and train them to deal with these Creatures. Citizens, sir, She corrected, her brow raising as she tapped her pen against the pad of paper she had been writing notes on just seconds previous, Regardless of what else they are, these are still citizens in your country. Her voice was curt and cold, her eyes staring him down with a challenge as if she dared him to call them anything less than what they were. He didnt back down from her gaze, but he also didnt fight with her openly, Train them to deal with these citizens , peacefully, and we will begin a system of keeping track of them. He leaned back off the desk again and sighed, rubbing at his temples, Log all the types of supernatural beings, what their powers are. And god help me How to kill them. We dont know how this is going to go Prepare for the worst, and hope for the best. He watched her as she scribbled her last few notes and set her pen down onto her paper. She seemed to be debating over what to say to him now, her mouth half-open as she fought over words. In hopes to spur her into action, he stood up from his desk and offered his hand in the friendliest get out he could muster at this time. It has been a pleasure meeting you, Miss Im sorry what was your name again? Her mouth closed and instead forms a smile as she takes his hand, her fingers wrapping gently around his. Miss Walt. Diana Walt. Their hands released and she turned away form him, notebook held against her chest as she retreated out of the room, hesitating in the doorway. Mr. President, a last bit of advice. Her eyes met his and the silence grew heavy in between them before she smiled, her mouth open this time so that he could see the fangs glinting in her mouth. We really dont like being called creatures . 2012 Orlando, FL Damn, mami, you know how to work that body dontcha? He slid his hand down the curve of her waist and his hungry eyes moved over her plump and muscular rear as he followed her into the hotel room. It smelled of roach killer and day old cigarettes but it didnt seem to stunt his growing desire for her as he walked directly into a trap. Oh yeah, papi? She shut the door neatly behind him and walked backwards with him towards the bed, Money talks, big daddy. Show me yours and Ill show you mine. Her hand pushed him back as she fell back onto the sheets that felt like theyd been sitting in a damp room for approximately 4 hours. Just long enough for them to stink faintly of mold and someone else humping on them. The man was dense, or at least too worked up to care about it, fishing money out of his pocket. Damn. How much you charge? He nearly emptied the entirety of his pockets, including tightly-wrapped heroin and a capped needle. Ohh, big roller, hm papi? She picked up the dropped drugs and inspected them, setting them on the bedside table. Why dont you tell me what you want and we can hash the prices. I want it all. Full package. All night. He got the words out of his mouth before closing the space between them, grasping her by her thick black hair and dragging her to him for a harsh kiss. There was a moment in which she resisted before she went limp, her half-lidded eyes turning from a lovely dark chocolate to a vibrant and glowing violet. They glowed enough to cast a shadow on his face and her complete denial of him turned into hungry need, her hands now moving to grasp him. It was a different hunger that burned in her and as he stood frozen in his tracks she could feel herself giving over to the draw of her hunger, his life force pulling from him slowly. What the fu-- He lost his chance to talk as she kissed him again, feeling his desire flow from him and into her almost as if she were breathing in his air. Time seemed to settled around them like an old blanket and the sounds of the room became hushed. There was, however, no way to mistake the sudden feeling of a combat boot kicked into her ribs. The connection was broken and she fell sideways onto the bed, wind knocked out of her as she coughed and gagged, holding her bruised side while she struggled to make sense of everything. The man lay barely conscious on the floor, eyes still gaping as he struggled to breathe. God dammit , Ruiz! The other man knelt down by the man, fingers moving to his neck to check his pulse, Cant you control yourself just one goddamn time? He demanded as she tugged her nearly skin-tight dress down on her thighs. Im sorry. I shouldnt have but It just happened. Already her appearance was changing, her plump and full lips moving slowly towards the gentler shape of her mouth and her eyelashes reducing in size. This is fucking write up and you know it. You could have fuckin killed him you dense slut. Did you at least get anything? He demanded, gloving up before he started checking the mans pockets. A dime bag of weed and a lighter were the only contents in the one he hadnt touched in his eagerness to attempt to sway her into bed with him. Yeah. Heroin. She pointed to the small wrapped-up bag on the nightstand. She had forgotten herself for a moment but she was back now. Never should have let a damn succubus on vice. The man was muttering, but she could hear him clearly, her green eyes following him as he picked up the baggie. Her arms crossed over her chest, which had moved down from easily DDD cups to her typical C cup. It felt good to be almost normal again. I dont want to be on vice anyway. She stated, standing up as she moved to leave the hotel room, That seemed the only job you thought me capable of Sir . 2018 Orlando, FL Detective Ruiz, I need to speak with you in my office. It was the same voice she had dealt with her entire career but this time it felt different when it said it, resigned almost as if he had eaten an entire bowl of cat shit and needed to find a way to swallow. Most days she wished he would so he would put his mouth to better use than for demeaning her and every other supernatural creature on the force. Typically werewolves liked being in law enforcement. But this was no job for a succubus, or so shed been told. The man shut the door behind her and she feared for a second he would be giving her another reprimand for office flirtation. It had been a frequent conversation to the point that she was the butt of jokes and hardly any officer took her seriously, but she was a Detective and she had earned her badge through hard work and determination. She had shown herself to be a clever and dangerous woman when she needed to be, though she had a fiery and passionate soul of a succubus. Youre being reassigned. It was all he said, and the words fell out of his mouth almost with regret. Oh hell no! I am not going back to vice. She already started with her tirade, her eyes ablaze as the fury rose up from her like a coiled snake ready to strike. No, Ruiz. Supernature Forces Task Unit. Pack your shit. Youre assigned to Cross. Get the fuck out.