I would like to thank my wonderful editors: Griz375, Aisielynn, & two4friends. I'm thrilled at all the mistakes you catch for me. I'd love to vow to make your job easier in the future, but I'm probably going to fail on that vow. Thanks again. You really help the story flow better.
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Life as the Supernatural
~Present day~
The vampire clan and the werewolf clan settled in the poorer side of the city with the higher crime rate. The majority of the vampires became police officers, as their bodies were able to survive bullet wounds as long as their heads remained attached and their hearts remained in their bodies. The majority of the werewolves became firefighters as they had an innate resistance to fire.
Together, the two groups protected their part of the city from crime, human or supernatural. The vampires, under the camouflage of Law Enforcement, dealt with any supernatural foes or threats that endangered their kind from possible discovery. It was efficient and necessary.
Martin Morsus, a member of S.W.A.T., sat at the table in his team's room, quiet as usual. His strange silver eyes piercing any who entered. He kept his hair very short so he didn't have to bother much with styling. He wore a black t-shirt and charcoal tactical pants with the standard S.W.A.T. military boots.
The leader of their unit was Martin's older brother, August. Their other brother, Gabriel, was a detective in the homicide division, partnered with Sophia, his wife. The three brothers didn't look much like brothers. Even their eyes were slightly different shades of gray, with Martin's being that strange silver. Despite their differences, the Morsus brothers were loyal and dedicated to each other, making them a formidable family and strong leaders of their vampires.
Since the merging with his beast, Martin had grown stony and silent. He cared little for personal interactions. Cruelty wasn't a stranger to him. It was a friend to him on more than one interrogation or killing. He was goal oriented and did whatever was needed to complete a task or assignment. Martin had turned into the personification of cold and deadly. He dispatched rogue vampires and rogue werewolves efficiently and without preamble. He did the same to humans under the guise of the law. He had no difficulty forgetting his targets were living beings and had no difficulty dispatching his victims when they were no longer an asset to him.
His brothers always talked to him even if he didn't answer. His nephew, Marcus, shared his day's events with his icy uncle and Suwan, Marcus' wife, always gave Martin a kiss on the cheek whenever she saw him. Few others tried to interact with him. His reputation discouraged casual conversations.
Suwon, dressed in her blues, walked with her husband, also her partner, through the lobby of the police station to the stairs. Marcus looked out the bulletproof glass door of the precinct. Night was falling and he needed to have a clear head to protect his wife on the streets. He hated having Suwon work nights because so many weirdoes came out after it was dark, but most officers at the precinct were on rotational shifts and would have to work nights at various intervals.
A couple years ago, the new captain, Vincent Tinkerton, instituted rotating shifts so no one was stuck on what they would consider an undesirable shift. There were a few permanent positions on each shift, but they came without incentive pay, which the precinct reserved for those who worked the different shifts. Therefore, there was little complaining.
Tinkerton, a third generation officer, fought hard with the police commissioner and the city to have his men paid well since they were in the area with the highest crime rate. He felt the danger alone should warrant hazard pay or special compensation. When he pushed for the incentive pay on rotating shifts, he earned quite a bit of respect from the men under his command.
Marcus placed his arm around Suwon's shoulder and walked with her to the stairs leading up to the S.W.A.T. and detectives' section of the precinct. They would have coffee on the third floor, S.W.A.T. section, before their shift started, and chat with some of the other vampires.
They passed the second floor, the detectives' area, and saw Sophia and Gabriel who would soon go to the third floor as well. On the third floor, they passed the captain's office and, through the glass on his door, saw him talking on the phone as his eyes skimmed printed reports. The captain marked items of interest with a yellow highlighter as he talked.
They walked by the reception desk where Marienta, married to August, sat attending the phones. She would not join them for coffee. She liked her job and could never wait to get started. Marienta relieved her counterpart the moment she entered the building.
She took great care in her appearance, always beautiful. Today, she wore a silver comb in her dark ringlets and her rich mauve lipstick enhanced her flawless, caramel-mocha skin. No one would question why any man would fall in love with her, but August had noticed her loving heart and her stepson, Marcus, loved her more than he had ever loved his biological mother.
Marcus and Suwon entered the room sending greetings to Martin, August, and one of the newer vampires, Bobby, sitting with their coffees. Bobby Grant, a man with blond hair and sparkly green eyes, joined their ranks during World War II. His bravery and noble heart caught Martin's attention and Martin spent considerable effort figuring out how to recruit Bobby, thinking he would be a valuable addition to the vampires.
Unfortunately, before he had time to do so, Bobby took a burst from a German gunner and lay unconscious and dying. Martin did his best, saved the young man's life, and turned Bobby. Martin promised himself that if Bobby regretted it that he, personally, would set the man free in death with his own hands.
After Bobby awoke as a vampire, he readily accepted his new life. Then he tore apart a German battalion on his own in one of the most gruesome and fierce single handled fights that Martin had ever witnessed. No bodies missed the vivisection and he left none intact. Blood and gore covered the enemy camp. Martin understood the need for retaliation; revenge and justice were close brothers, depending on one's perception of the situation. The vampires allowed Bobby to work out his anger and then they all rejoined their battalion as if nothing had occurred.
The German papers reported the incident as a bomb explosion, but there was no evidence of a bomb. The Germans feared that news of the new ally weapon would cause moral to fall and panic their troops so they printed the lie, hoping people would believe it as truth.
The S.W.A.T. unit also contained two humans. Michael Scarpula, who had black hair and dark brown eyes, was the stereotypical tall, dark, and handsome kind of man. He often used his looks to gain what he wanted from women who didn't seem to mind being used in such a fashion. He and Bobby liked electronics and did quite a bit of work together on gadgets they believed would aid their team.
Tony Tinkerton, the second non-vampire, was the spitting image of his father. They were both tall, blond, blue eyed, and both men were muscular. There were minor differences. Vincent had a mustache whereas his son was clean-shaven. Vincent was more serious than his son. Tony was highly motivated and had a strict enforcement policy of the law thinking in terms of black and white. To Tony, there were no gray areas, whereas his father understood that the law couldn't always be enforced in those terms.
Michael and Tony were currently absent from the group. They often arrived minutes before their shifts after talking to others in the precinct. The humans of the team was more social their vampire counterparts.
This S.W.A.T. team was one of the few mixed human-vampire teams. The vampires, through magic or compelling decision-making officers, tried to keep the humans and vampires separated in the precinct to reduce the likelihood of having the vampires discovered. It was hard to explain to a human why a vampire recovered almost immediately from a mortal wound. Those situations required magical intervention to remove the memory from the humans, so it was just easier to have the two groups as separate as possible.
