Forbidden Desires

One

New York was a loud and dirty city. With over 8 million people residing in the big apple,  the traffic was insane. Cars hoking, smog, the streets littered with people and trash. Something once so beautiful was ruined by humans.  Humans are such filthy creatures. They don’t know the meaning love, or forever. 

They are so focused on cheating, killing and finding any way to harm each other.  They filled the streets with violence, homelessness, prostitution, drugs and crime. Being a Detective, he had seen it all. Arresting females on street corners. Busting drug deals. Trying to save those from over dosing. No, it wasnt a life he wanted.

However he had no choice. He was given two choices from his father, Lawyer or Cop. He chose cop and worked his way to the top. Being immortal, he had all the time in the world to become one of the youngest detectives in North America. Quinton Haynsworth wasn’t your ordinary man. No, he was an Incubus.  He was born with sandy blonde hair, his human eyes were blue, where his demons eyes were yellow. Yellow eyes were a common trait with the Haynsworth family, however his brother Draven’s eyes were a tad different.  

Quinton was a very well built man. Standing  at 6’4, he towered over everyone. His muscular chest was often defined by his clothing. Along his right arm, starting at his wrist, a black tribal tattoo crawled it’s way up. Wrapping around and ending as a base ball size swirl, which rested on his shoulder. He wore a silver chain around his neck, which was a reminder to why he chose this path in life. As much as he detested the human race, they depended on him.

Along with his tribal tattoo, he had a second large one on his chest. It was a tattoo dedicated to his family. Now he had another mark, it was located just under his belly button. It was the size of the face of a watch.  The mark was a tribal wolf that had teal glitter spread throughout the inside curves. His mate mark.  

Mate marks were sacred in their world. Your soul mate had the matching mark, usually in the same place but it has been known for the marks on their females to be smaller, more the size of a two dollar coin. All males were born with the mark, the females didn’t get theirs until they became of age. Eighteen is when they would appear on their bodies.

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Quinton was leaning against his office building. He had relocated to NYC from Seattle only 6 months ago. Honestly, he was hating every moment if it. He hated the noise and the smog. He missed the West Coast. However he went where the work was, and here they were trying to find a serial killer who wasnt playing by the usual rules. He ran his hand through his hair and took the last puff of his cigarette. He flicked the butt into the puddle and headed back inside. 

It had been raining for 3 weeks now, they had a couple breaks in the weather but not much. He wasnt to sure if it was typical weather for New York but he wasnt enjoying it. It seemed to rain less back in Seattle. Quinton flung his black leather jacket over his shoulder as he headed back to his desk.  He had open case files of mutilated exotic dancers scattered everywhere. The body count was up to 15 and the local police had no leads.

He sat down in the creaking office chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had seen killings like this a long time ago and that was the work of another immortal. If thats the case here, they were f****d.

The Buzz of his cell phone made him groan, especially since it was his assigned partner. Quinton scrolled through the text and cursed. “Another f*****g stripper dead” He grumbled as he dialled his partners number since talking was a lot faster than texting.

“Erickson, it’s Hayns, what did you find on the body this time? Did the son of a b***h leave any trace? Any signature?” 

There was a long pause before he got his answer. Quinton ran his hand down his face. 

“Nothing that will hold up in court Hayns”

“So what did you find then Erickson?”

Erickson paused before sighing “A lot of the same, her throat ripped out postmortem, her genitals were removed, the doc here thinks she was alive this time when that happend”

“Ill be there in 10” 

He hung up the phone and grabbed his jacket, f**k it, if he was going to find answers, he was going to have to do it by himself. There was a reason he didn’t enjoy working with human cops, they were useless. Most of the time they couldn’t see in front of their faces.