<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/FaithLeighton.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> 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, 6:55pm<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Max Jerious</div><br/>Alastor. His supervisors. My area... Holy. Shit! If Faith had a heart beat it would be racing right now. There was an Alastor in her town for less than 24 hours and he already had cause to alert his supervisors. His supervisors being the most secretive and high ranking in all of vampire society. And all of this was catching Faith unaware. Sebastian wasn't going to be too happy with her. Normally she wouldn't care what anyone else thought but she needed Sebastian to<em>not</em>be unhappy with her if she valued her position. Hell, if she valued her life! She needed to know what was going on, and immediately.<br/><br/>With the broken connection only moments old, Faith concentrated. Viewing this opening over such a distance was not new to her, but it<em>was</em>difficult.<br/><br/>"Emry police are on their way. They're bringin a CSI unit." And a flash of a kitchen.<br/><br/>Faith gasped. One thousand years later and the human reaction was still so ingrained. Faith was unnerved and Faith never got unnerved. She couldn't hide this from the boss. He had to be notified immediately. Just a phone call away...<br/><br/><hr/><br/><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/><strong>Location:</strong> Farmhouse, outside of Reedland<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, 7:25pm<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Max Jerious</div><br/>The sun had hidden itself successfully below the mountain ranges by the time the black Suburban (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/Suburban.jpg) pulled up. A man in his late thirties hops from the vehicle. He's wearing a very dark brown Sheriff's shirt, the gold star displayed prominently on his shirt, his sheriff's hat clasped in a hand. Out from the other doors come three men, carrying relatively modern equipment.<br/><br/>Behind and off to the side, pulled the coroner's van (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/coronersvan.jpg). And elderly gentleman and his assistant came from the front seats. And directly behind the Suburban, pulled a news van (http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/newsvan.jpg). A cute blond quickly hops from the vehicle, followed by a man wielding a heavy duty camera.<br/><br/>Jackson had received the call from his Sire only moments before leaving the station and connected the two instances. He made the quick decision to give Samantha a call. Sam's face was a fresh one and she was easy to manipulate, given her great want for success. She was about to prove her worth to him and she didn't even know it.<br/><br/>"Why, Sheriff Hughes!" She cooed, approaching him and thinking she needed to butter him up as an appreciation for his call. He needed to seem realistic and didn't particularly object to her sexual advances. "Thank you so much for the call! What have you got for me?"<br/><br/>"Well, M'am," Jackson began, "All we know so far as that some very unfortunate events have happened in this house." His answer was cryptic but he knew her smart little dramatic brain would run with it and infer the reality of the situation.<br/><br/>Jackson approached Sheriff Monroe and an unknown other. He had no idea who this other person was. His Sire had given absolutely no specifics on the phone and Jackson was confused why there was even another person, save for the Sheriff's deputies, on the scene. The investigating crew, reporter, and camera man followed, with the coroner further behind after retrieving his stretchers and equipment from his van.<br/><br/>"This is Samantha Pickens, reporting to you live from the Lindon Farmstead on the outskirts of Reedland, where there appears to have been a murder..." Jackson managed to contain the smile, quirking at the corner of his lip. The woman was like putty in his hands, so predictable. He allowed her to come just far enough to get a glimpse in the kitchen, before pushing them back.<br/><br/>"Now, that's far enough for now, Ms. Pickens. Let us do our job before you come any closer." The enhanced eyes of his Lord would be able to pick all that was necessary from that single shot. Now was the time to mold this situation into his favor. And that favor was anything but vampires if he valued his life...<br/><br/>"Sheriff Monroe and... I didn't catch your name," Jackson eyed the other man curiously. The investigating team went on inside to perform their duties, already manipulated to overlook anything out of the ordinary.