"You've not done this before, right? Stabbed anyone, I mean." Mr. Whittman asked a little shakily-the question already sounding answered for Alastor. "I have. But haven't you? That work you made on the man's gut wasn't exactly good, but it wasn't amateur enough to be your first time doing it. It's funny how easily things work out-two friends, two murderers, two fellows out for lunch. It's all the same, isn't it?" Vincent inhaled a shaky breath and nodded, finally standing up from atop the body. He looked to Alastor-looked away-then looked back at him again. "I...I guess it is." --- Alastor abruptly cancels an evening at the bar with Vincent to instead have a meeting with another man. Predictably, Vincent doesn't quite like being dissappointed, so he intends to do something about it. ...by breaking and entering. Obviously. --- What happens when 52 of my readers vote for me to write a fic? You get this. --- Cross-Posted on ao3 by d3viantly: https://archiveofourown.org/works/81348371/chapters/213860321 --- Cover Art by @ranksauce on Twitter (if you are the artist and would like me to take the art down, please notify me!)

"I made my way through the thick tree branches following the sound of my brothers voice. Louder and louder his voice became as I got closer, then a low growl came from behind me. When I turened around I couldn't bleave what I saw. A large, skinny, hairy beast with long branch like horns and glowing blue eyes stood over me. I turened around and ran.."

John, un policier décide de rouvrir une enquête classé . Dans le dossier on y retrouve un journal, des photos de la scène de crime et un carnet que la police n'a jamais ouvert .