<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/JacksonHughes.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/SamanthaPickens.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Jackson Hughes (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/>Samantha Pickens (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/>Clark Monroe (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Farmhouse, outside of Reedland<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, 9:30 pm<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Max Jerious</div><br/>It was around half past 9 by the time they wrapped up the crime scene. The sun had long since set and the glow from car headlights and the luminescence from the house were the only light for a couple miles. Other reporters had shown on scene but were not allowed the privilege that Samantha had received. She would have to thank Jackson extra that evening. She'd already gotten numerous phone calls from her bosses with compliments on a job well done. She'd been the first to get the story directly from Jackson. The others had gotten almost identical stories, but she'd been the first!<br/><br/>The other news anchors hadn't bothered questioning him and Jackson had been relieved. Once a story was repeated, it was usually taken as fact but there was sometimes that one reporter that wouldn't let things just be. That's what he loved about Samantha. So trusting was she, that she never once questioned his little copy cat story. Luckily he'd heard that bit of info from the county Sheriff and was able to reinforce that assessment. Clever man, this Jerious. Quick on his feet. Jackson really wished he knew what his game was. He didn't like not knowing who this man was or why he was there. He could be Renair himself for all Jackson knew.<br/><br/>Unfortunately the reporter that wouldn't let things be was indeed on this particular scene. Fortunately he was nothing more than a local newspaper reporter. Nothing to worry much about. But he was like a gnat, asking a whole bunch of questions. Jackson was going to have to keep an eye on this one.<br/><br/>The CSI unit had collected all they could for the night and the coroner and his assistant had bagged and tagged the bodies. The cameras had gotten great footage of all three body bags being wheeled from the residence and loaded in the back of the coroner's van (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/coronersvan.jpg). Almost everyone had left for the evening by the time the off duty officers arrived. Jackson figured only two were necessary to keep the curious peeping toms away over night. After reviewing the evidence, they'd all have to be back out this way in the morning, anyhow. Jackson was going to have to run a real investigation, it's what his Lord paid him to do. He'd investigate the husband's co-workers, whether the wife was having an affair, family grudges, town criminals, the works. Eventually it would culminate with the trial and conviction of some poor sap from town.<br/><br/>With the guards posted, Jackson told Clark to go on home, as he was heading out right behind him. Sheriff Monroe left and the CSI boys waited patiently for Jackson in the Suburban (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Suburban.jpg). The only ones left visibly were the guards, Jackson, and this Jerious fellow.<br/><br/>Walking up to Max, the headlights of his suburban causing him to appear not more than a silhouette, Jackson spoke.<br/><br/>"Alright, Max, if that's really your name. What you're doing in this town is your business, but you're an unknown vampire on the crime scene of quite a notorious Red Lister," Jackson leveled his gaze on the vampire in front of him. "Your business is now mine. Please state it."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/SebastianAlexander2.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/FaithLeighton2.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Sebastian Alexander (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/>Faith Leighton (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Farmhouse, outside of Reedland<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, 9:30 pm<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Max Jerious, Jackson Hughes</div><br/>Sebastian had been standing there on the forest's edge, acres from the farm, watching, since a little while after he'd seen the news footage. As Jackson had suspected, Sebastian's keen vampire eyes had picked out Renair's modus operandi and had come immediately to see to the handling. Faith had met him there in the forest. Her usual jests and quips to his stoic attitude were absent as even the warmth of the night couldn't chill her bones. Sebastian's aura was like ice that night and she shuddered under his gaze. Renair had been there. Committed this act. In her territory. It was a wonder Sebastian didn't already have her head. She'd been a bit lax in her duties recently. Not as thorough as she was when her Lord appointed her 100 years ago.<br/><br/>Faith fidgeted as a vampire never does. She was anxious. She rarely saw Sebastian this upset. Sebastian stood in that incredibly still fashion, the motionless manner attributed to the deadliest of predators. Only when Jackson and his lackeys were the only ones left, did he deign to move. Faster than the eye could process, he made his way across the acres, stopping a short distance from the vampires. Hands in his pockets, with swift confidant strides, Sebastian made his way to the pair. Faith scampered close behind him. He stood a moment, letting his natural presence be known, silent, commanding, and powerful. Jackson bowed slightly in respect and deference to his Lord.<br/><br/>"That will be all, Jackson," Sebastian's eyes bore into the other man. The timbre of his voice was lower than one expected. Jackson nodded to him and Faith and after a quick glance to Max, he got back in his Suburban and headed out with his team, looking slightly dejected. All that were left were the two police guards who oddly seemed not to even notice the trio. Sebastian turned to Max with a stern gaze and held out a hand, the ring finger adorned with a masculine silver ring  (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/ring.jpg)boasting a single ruby.<br/><br/>"Lord Sebastian Alexander," he stated simply, waiting for the courtesy of the other vampire's introduction.