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The street was swarming with police, red and blue lights could be seen up and down the block as a black sleek car rolled under the police caution tape.
Y/n Y/l/n, youngest cop to ever make detective stepped out of the car with a frown on her face. It was near midnight and she thought she was gonna get lucky with no new cases, but luck wasn't on her side. At 11:05, while she was laying in bed watching the news, her cell lit up, and she knew what that meant. Now at 11:45, she has a new case to add to her old ones.
"What do we have Dr. Charles?" The older woman that was hovering over one of the dead bodies sighed and carefully stood up.
"Same M.O. like the others. Faces slashed, puncture wounds on the neck, stomachs slashed-"
"Okay, I get it," she interrupted, looking a bit green.
"Detective Y/l/n?" Y/n looked up at the officer that was walking towards her, giving him a nod. "There's five ladies that said they saw something, but they wouldn't tell me and asked for you by name."
"Okay, I'll be right there." She turned back to the doctor that was pulling out a long piece of blonde hair. "Well, that's new." The doctor slides the strand of hair in a evidence bag and quickly labels it. "I'll be by later with a huge cup of coffee. Usual order?"
"Of course, thanks sweetheart." Y/n gives a nod and soon walks towards the officer who points her towards the ladies that were standing by the cop car watching her. Not creepy at all..
"Ladies I'm-"
"Y/n Y/l/n." They say together. Two officers nearby look at Y/n, who just stares at the ladies.
"Do I know you ladies?"
"No."
"But we know you." Y/n's hand slowly slides to her holstered gun and sighs.
"Your mom, she told us who you are, and how proud she is of you." Y/n instantly relaxes, knowing that her mom wouldn't have anyone around her unless she trusted them.
"That's my mom. Anyways, the officer said you saw something?" The shortest woman nods, her blonde hair swaying back and forth.
"Yes, but we really don't wanna talk about it here, if that's okay?" The detective nods and pulls out her card.
"I'll be at the station by 8 tomorrow, well today, but if you need anything, please call me. I'll take your statement then." Y/n gives them a nod, calling two officers over to have him drive them home.
As they drive off, Y/n can't help the feeling that something seems off with them. She could've sworn one glowed a bit, but the light above them was a bit bright.
"Detective!" She sighs as she walks over to another officer, shrugging off the feeling before talking with the officer.
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It was only an hour later when she got a alarming call from Ms. Brooke, saying someone was trying to break in and she and the girls were hiding in the closet. After she told them to stay on the line, she sped over to their house, hoping to catch the perpetrator in the act.
When she got there, the house was dark, and the door was open all the way. Pulling her gun, she slowly walked inside, peeking around the door frame and calling out. "LAPD! Come out now and I won't shoot you!" She waits, but no response comes. She walks through the living room and kitchen, the bathroom by the kitchen is clear as well as the laundry room. She walks into the first bedroom, freezing when she sees a lump under the bed.
She slowly moves towards it, getting ready with her gun. Slowly she pulls it back, but it's a bunch of pillows under the blankets. A noise comes from behind her, but she doesn't get to check before she gets hit in the back of her head with a log.
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The detective lets out a groan as she slowly wakes up, blinking her blurry eyes as she tries to focus on the women in front of her. "And here I thought you ladies were too hot to be killers or something." The taller woman of the group smirks and gives a little pose.
"We know."
"But we also know who you are." The detective sends them a confused look.
"Anyone who sees my badge knows who I am. Most people know who I am."
"No, you're like Ally and Camila." Y/n raised her eyebrow, not getting what she was saying.
"Short? I mean, I'm 5'6", I'm taller than you four."
"You're a werewolf!" The woman with pale skin and green eyes yell. Y/n stares at them before laughing.
"I'm not a werewolf, there's no such thing and if there was, I would be Team Jacob all the way, but since there's not, I'm team Esme. She maybe older, but she's hot."
"You've been taking pills since you were ten right? One day your mom gave you these pills and told you that you needed to take these, with no questions asked. Those were suppressants. They mask your smell. But not for us, you smell delicious." The dark skin goddess, smirks and walks closer to the detective, showing off her sharp teeth.
"The supernatural is real, and you don't know what's out there."
"Okay, say I believe you. Question: why am I still tied to a chair?"
"Because you'll want to arrest us."
"We killed those three guys. And the two before that. And the one before that. And the four before that. Okay, the ones with the marks on their neck we did."
"But, we did it because they're bad people!"
"And you aren't?!"
"Well, yes and no. We killed them before thry could kill us. They're the really really bad guys, they deserved it. They kill for fun, even if they aren't hungry."
"How can I even trust you? You fucken tied me to a chair!"
"Hey! Language!" The smallest on glares, causing a shiver to run down her back.
"Fine... sorry. But how can I trust you?" The five women look at each other before looking back at Y/n.
"Call your mom, she'll tell you everything." The woman with the green eyes cut the ropes, as Ally held out the phone.
"Please God let this all be a dream..." she muttered to herself as she dialed her moms number.
