I sat on the kitchen counter kicking my legs back and forth. The water from the sink ran as a bloodstained cloth sat in it. My plaid uniform skirt flowed with the slight breeze coming in from the kitchen window.

"So, school called today..." My dad said taking the wet and dabbing it on one of my bleeding knees."Said you got into a fight."

"Yeah." I answered not making eye contact with him. I twiddled my thumbs to avoid his stare. I knew he wouldn't be happy about what I did.

"And what happened?"

"Randell made fun of me for not being from here. He called me an alien and bothered me for being adopted." I spoke softly, remembering the events from earlier today. Randell harassed me every day. Called me an alien or a foreigner. You would assume that a seven year old learned that from his parents. He made fun of me because I looked different than him and I still had an accent.

"And you fought him because of that?" He looked up at me as he cleaned my cuts."Did you beat him up good?"

"Y-Yeah. I guess. I busted his lip." I shrugged as my dad chuckled while he placed Neosporin on both of my knees.

"Good. He shouldn't be making fun of you because of where you came from. You did the right thing, princess." He patted my big curly Afro.

"I'm not in trouble?"

"I would never ever punish you for standing up for yourself. If you believe that he deserved it, then so do I." My dad smiled at me as he placed the Barbie band-aids on my knees."Don't ever feel like you're different because you were adopted or because you came from a different place. You're different because of your wonderful personality, your talents, and your traits. That's why you're special, Wyatt. Okay?"

"Okay, daddy."

"You know why else you're special?" He smiled, looking at me with grey eyes.

"Why?"

"Because you're my princess!" He lifted me off the counter and held me in his arms, hugging me. I let out a loud laugh as he spun me around in the middle of the kitchen.

"I'm your only princess." I smiled back as he kissed my forehead.

"Of course. You're the only daughter I have. You know how much I love you and thank god that your mother and I have you?" He squeezed me once more.

"Yes! I love you too daddy. Can we go to the park?" I wrapped my tiny arms around his neck while he rocked me gently.

"So right after you win a fight, you want to go to the park?" He laughed, patting my back."Let's just get your brothers and we'll go."

"I did the thing you told me to do at school." I grinned at him with several missing teeth.

"Great job, pumpkin. What did you find?"

"I saw a scary thing at school. It was talking to my boyfriend Tony. He said it was his imaginary friend but...it scared me."

"Okay....the only problem I have with that sentence is you having a boyfriend but we'll talk about that later. How did it look?"

"It was tall. Like really, really tall. And it was clear."

"Clear?"

"I could see straight through him!"

"Transparent, honey."

"Oh. Okay. But it-it-it was tall and it looked like a person and he called him dad but Tony's daddy died. When I walked over to Tony, I got really cold and the thing said he was just his imaginary friend named dad and asked if I wanted to be his friend too but I said no. What was it?"

"Well, Wyatt, it's something really bad that me and mommy are going to take care of so don't you worry. Now, tell me about this Tony..."

***

My eyes flew open from the sound of my phone ringing. My hands roamed the bed looking for it. When I finally found the device that robbed me of my sleep, I tried to look at it but it burned my eyes so I just accepted the call.

"It's fucking Saturday." I croaked out, not caring who the hell was on the other line. I don't like people disrupting my sleep.

"This is not good! This is very, very bad!" The heavy Russian accent filled my ears. I instantly recognized my sister's voice.

"What's bad?" I asked, rubbing my eyes as she continued to panic."Daria?"

"A person was killed. A person in our neighborhood." She blurted out. Shit. This is what we were trying to prevent.

"Do you...do you know who?" An unannounced yawn made its way out as I tried to hold a conversation with my sister.

"Kenji! Kenji! Wyatt asked who was killed?!..... Because I don't remember the name!" Daria shouted out into the background causing me to pull the phone away from my ear from her loudness. It's too early to be going through this. I like to sleep in on the weekends.".....Oh...okay.... no problem... Wyatt, I'm putting Kenji on."

"Can you at least tell-"

"Wyatt, this is not good." Kenji came onto the line using his serious voice. Oh brother.

"Well, what isn't? We spend our days hunting shit, so what's ever good?"

"Someone's been killed."

"We've already established that. Who?"

"Brad Bentley."

"Who?"

"Mrs. Bentley's son. The guy you slept with in high school, that's his mother. He's dead."

"Holy shit... don't tell me, that creature did it."

"Wish I didn't have to. And get this, their dog recently died."

"Male?"

"Yup. He wasn't neutered either. I think I finally know what we're dealing with....A Siren."

"Are you sure because sirens don't drink blood."

"We don't know if it's actually drinking it."

"Well, other than the blood part, it works. Male victims, killed at night, sexually active... it fits. At least you're safe..."

"What?"

"Because you aren't sexually active."

"I jumped right into that one. We're going to the local precinct later to try and see the body. Do you have those fake badges still?" He sighed because he hated to pretend. Yes, it can get us into trouble BUT it can help us solve things quicker. As you can see it was all my idea....Well, I got the idea from a TV show.

"Of course, Agent Xiang." I smiled getting out of my bed. The minute I stood up, I heard the water in my bathroom running. The fuck?

I quickly dug into my nightstand for my gun with my silencer attached. If I'm gonna kill something, I'm not gonna get a noise complaint this time.

"So we can go into the precinct around ten and talk to the detective. I let him know that we are coming and blah blah blah, blah blah blah..." I tuned him out as I walked slowly to the bathroom. I pressed my ear against the door, listening for movement. Whatever this is had the audacity to come into my apartment and use MY shower. Monster or not, it fucked with the wrong chick.

With all my strength, I kicked down the door and aimed for the figure in my shower. The naked, tanned man looked at me with pure terror as the water hit his toned body. Hm. Nice. But that's not the point!

"You have twenty seconds to get out of my house, or you'll leave in a trash bag." I kept my gun straight on him, waiting for him to make a move so I can light his ass up with hot bullets. I haven't shot this thing in months so I'm very trigger happy.

"WOAH, WOAH! RELAX!" He held his arms out my way as he stepped out from my shower."It's me, Julio from Tinder. We decided to meet up at a bar and then we came here....Is that a silencer?"

"It's a none of your business...er." I looked around at my gorgeous all black bathroom. The toilet and the shower were black but the sink was white. I mean the bathroom tiles were black and white so it matched something."Leave or I'll kill you. I am not bluffing and the safety's off."

"We slept together and now you want to kill me?" He stepped out of the shower, soaking wet and he's getting my fucking rug all wet. I just might kill him for that. Just might.

"Take the razor and cut your hand." I can't trust anything right now. I don't know this guy, I only remember that I did, in fact, hook up with him. But like I said, I don't know him so I don't trust him....Why didn't I do this with the James Bond I met the other night? Stupid.

"What?" Paulo asked as I gestured to the razor on the bathroom sink. He gave me a look of confusion but when I aimed the gun on him once more, he ran towards it. He picked up the razor, looked at me for reassurance then slit the palm of his hand. The crimson substance spilled out into the sink as he winced at his new cut.

"You're clean. Get out." I took a step back from the bathroom to give him space to walk out. The look me he gave me was a look you'd give a psychopath. I mean I do crazy shit but I am not a psychopath.

"Perra loca." He muttered as he brushed past me to collect his belongings from off the floor...how didn't I notice that?

"Crazy bitch? Hmm, I'll add that to my IG bio. Yeah, I speak Spanish, asshole. It's one of the many languages I speak. Now, leave before I make you a new asshole." With that, Paulo took off, never to return. That was a wild ride.

"You could've just said I'll call you back." Kenji's voice filled my right ear as I realized I was holding the phone to my ear the entire time.

"You could've just hung up." I said, removing my clothes to get ready and take a shower because I need time to beautify myself. I mean I wake up gorgeous but still.

"At least you checked him. Go and get ready so we can get to this precinct and see this body." Kenji spoke over the phone. I'm going to take him on a spa day someday because he works too damn hard. If he's not working at the bank, he's working on a case. Just like mom.

"No problem. Bye, I love you." I smiled into the phone waiting for him to say it back.

"I love you too, bye." And with that, I hung up because it will take me a long ass time to get my fine ass ready. I think I'm gonna listen to Beyoncé while I do.

***

My Red Bottom heels clicked against the concrete as I turned heads walking towards the precinct. My hair bounced against my shoulders with each strut. I walked with confidence. Each time my hips swiveled, I felt even sexier.

My mom always taught that I was a beautiful girl with an even more beautiful mind. My dad always told me that confidence is the best thing a person can wear. They both shared wisdom and knowledge with me but I always wished I could've done more for them.

I opened the doors to see Frankie and Kenji sitting down in the metal chairs closest to the corner. I walked over them and discreetly gave them their fake IDs. Kenji immediately stood up and went over to the desk with it to talk to them. Goddamn, he doesn't play games. Frankie looked down at his badge then back at me with disdain.

"Frank Cockburn? You did this on purpose." He stood up, towering over me. He's definitely taller than me but I could still kick his ass.

"It's pronounced Koh-Bern. And no I didn't." I smirked, making my way over to Ken who was actually walking over to us."What's the word, agent Xiang?"

"Well, Agent Fox, we're meeting with the lead detective Ted Ainsley now. He's in charge of the case so he's going to go over some details with us and maybe we'll be able to see the body to finally specify what the fuck that thing was." Kenny clasped his hands together, looking between the both of us as if he was waiting for a reaction.

"It was a nut sack, I'm telling you. It looked like-like... I don't even have a name for it.... And Ted Ainsley? He actually sounds kinda hot, where is he?" I looked around waiting for someone to come to us but everyone stayed busy to themselves.

"Whore." Frankie coughed causing me to elbow him sharply in his stomach. He smiled at his accomplishment of annoying me for the day.

"Supposedly on his-" Kenji cut himself off by hearing the approaching footsteps. I just kept my eyes on Franklin as he looked back at me because we were having a staring contest that I accidentally initiated.

"You must be the agents that wanted to see me. How may I-" A familiar voice said but stopped when it got close to us. Every nerve in my body told me to look towards the voice and when I did I was in for a real fucking surprise. What would be the chances that a guy I fucked two days ago would be a detective? Of course he is because shit like this happens to me."Hello again."

I wanted to say hello. I wanted to say how are you. I wanted to say oh my god. I wanted to say a lot of things but the only thing I managed to say when I saw that beautiful man was-

"Oh, fuck me!"