Chapter 6
They sat in the conference room with the files and papers spread out before them, as the air around them smelled of burger grease, ketchup and mayonnaise. They studied the reports on the deaths, and the forensic findings, which weren’t much since as they destroyed the body parts they had destroyed the evidence with it.
“What I don’t get is the first kill, the two bodies?” Colin said.
“Could have been their first kill,” Patrick said.
“Or it could have been what started their bloodlust,” Leslie said with french-fry in hand.
They looked at her. “Huh?” Colin managed with a mouthful of burger.
“They were hungry, slipped, killing two people, and they liked the bloodlust it gave them. One possibility.”
Patrick said, “I just don’t see that.”
Carlos busted into the room with a few files. Carlos, one of the youngest lab rats in the lab, and he was exactly that, a wererat. He stood about five-four and weighted at least 90 pounds. Small for a wererat, even in his rat form he was a runt. The Rat Pack didn’t like runts, so he either stayed with a pack down in San Diego and got the shit beat out of him as the punch bag, or became a Supervisor. He had gone through to get his forensic degree, and became a Supervisor lab rat. Of course, he had to leave Southern California, and moved up north, because the local Rata Rey, Rat King, labeled Carlos a Narc. And the Rat Pack decided they didn’t want him around.
“Hi, Carlos,” Colin said before taking another bite of his ultimate double steak and cheeseburger.
“Who let you out of the cage?” Patrick said. Wereanimals only got along so much.
Carlos ignored him, and slid the files over to Leslie. “Hi Leslie,” he said running his nervous shaking hand through his short black hair.
“Thanks Carlos,” she said as she grabbed up the files. “Usually we just come and get the files from you. You must have found something interesting to bring us the files.”
“I sure did. So, before, we couldn’t make out much of the bite marks, but we got a full print. And we ran it through the database. And it came up as a bear tooth.”
“Shit. I need to tell Nathan,” Patrick said.
“Not yet, we have to be really sure about this. Or else if it gets leaked out the wolves will use the info to start this stupid war that they so want to happen,” Leslie said. She looked at Carlos. “You have more I take it by the excited look in your eyes.”
“I do, we found the drugs in the blood. A form of X, but it has vampire and lycanthrope blood in it.”
“Impossible!” Colin said, “The two bloods can’t live together unless it found a livable donor. Like me, a half-breed.”
“Well the test says what it is.”
“What kind of lycanthrope are we talking about?”
“Undetermined. Maybe it’s mutated in the drug with the vampire blood. When we do tests, it brings us to wolf and bear. This again can’t happen since the different strains of lycanthrope can’t live together.” He was true. There have only been half-breeds who were wereanimal and vampire. However, never has there been a case of a half-breed who were two different weres.
“That’s why I picked up the smell in the blood. I smelled the vampire and lycanthrope,” Leslie said mostly to herself.
“Only wereanimals have smell that good,” Carlos said.
The guys sort of just shrugged it off, even though they both knew it bothered her. How did a blood witch start coming down with wereanimal abilities? It just never happened. Of course, the blood witches have been very few and most very secretive in their power. So not much had been studied.
“Anything else?” Colin asked the lab rat.
“Not as of yet,” he said.
“Okay well let us know if you do have anymore.”
Carlos left them alone with the new evidence. “If we have rogue bears out there, Nathan should know. He could set up a line and see if we could hunt them down. The full moon is coming, and this could cause a lot of crap,” Patrick said.
“We need to think this through. If we tell, it could get out to the wolves that there are rogue bears. Of course they will use it against your brother, and show he isn’t fit, and Kings do not step down from a challenge. But this would be challenge not in ranks, but to blood. And then we have to step in, and you know what will happen if the bears are brought up on charges. The wolves will want blood, for stupid shit, and there goes the civil war we have been trying to prevent. Both your clans are equally match, it will spill over to the normal world, and then think of all the trouble we are going to have,” Leslie said.
“Damn, everything is so fucking complicated,” Patrick said as he looked over the closest file.
“What if this has something to do with the wolves?” Colin said. “Maybe this is something they have planned.”
“I dunno,” Leslie said. “You really think Jonathan could come up with something so crazy as rogue bears? And where would he get the blood.”
“Not just that, but bear lycanthrope is harder to catch then wolf lycanthrope, it’s much easier to be born with it then catch it. So they would have to pump someone with a lot of bear blood to actually get them to change.”
“I’m just throwing out suggestions,” Colin said.
“And right now that’s all we have. However, we have to think of it this way. If this did get out the wolves have a lot to benefit from this. So maybe they do have ties to it. But I doubt Jonathan would dirty his hands too much. He might want to rule the Northern Central Valley, but he also knows if he gets caught it will turn around and bite him on his fury ass,” Patrick said.
“You know Jonathan to a point Les. What do you think his ties would be to this?” Colin asked.
Anger. Her mind clouded in with white noise. “You know I don’t know him THAT well. Fuck,” she said getting to her feet quickly toppling her chair. “Everyone assumes I seem to know him so well. Bite me.” She walked out the door.
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