EPISODE 1 • ALL VAMPIRES MUST DIE!

Jayden stopped just outside of Kane, pulling off to the side of the road and stepping out. The road was basically deserted this late, but she needed to stretch her legs and check the map.

She'd been in the United States for 6 months now and found that for every similarity she saw between this country and her beloved Scotland, she saw two differences. But, the differences weren't all bad. Her and her family had plenty of money to support what they did, but they didn't flaunt it. Hell, her mother still had the old wringer/washing machine from when she herself had been a little girl and still used it when the weather permitted to hang the clothes up on the clothesline. But, they had the money for Jayden to come over to the Americas and acquire what she needed for the battles ahead.

Looking at the map after stretching a bit, she was leaning over the hood of her car, looking at the map with a small flashlight when she heard the howling. She straightened up, pointing the flashlight into the trees on both sides of the road. Again, the howling and she was positive it wasn't wind as the trees weren't moving. She folded up the map and climbed back into her car, looking over at the sawed off shotgun in the passenger seat. She carried a permit to transport weapons as a weapons collector and was able to bring a few of her favored weapons, but the others she'd had to buy herself. Having all of the credentials she needed from Scotland, again being a weapon's collector, she'd been able to buy most of what she'd needed, which wasn't much. Jayden was a no nonsense kind of girl and felt the best approach to finishing business was the quickest and simplest route.

Sighing, she now knew she was in the right spot, but she had to get some sleep first. She began driving again, heading on into town when she saw a small Motel 6 on the outskirts of town and pulled in. She climbed out of the rental car, a ford focus, and entered the office seeing a young woman sitting behind the counter.

"I'd like a room, if ye please." Her brogue wasn't as thick as it was when she first arrived, but it was definately still there and the girl looked up at her, studying Jayden.

"Yes, I be from Scotland, lass....now a room."

The girl smiled at her, having her sign in then taking her money and handing her the card to room 12. As she was walking out of the office, she turned just at the door and asked, "I didn' ken ye all had wolves still roaming aboot around here. I 'eard the 'owling a little spell ago." Her green eyes narrowed as she took in the way the girl's facet paled and her eyes filled with fear.

"Ummmm......we don't have wolves here, ma'am. They're down at the preserve, but none run wild here."

Jayden thought for a second then spoke again, "I see......well then, I'd best be gettin' ta me room. Ye'd best be locking up, lass. I'll check out in the mornin'."

With that, Jayden climbed into the car and drove the short ways down to room 12. As she carried her beat up leather satchel that carried her clothes and personal hygiene items along with a smaller satchel that carried her 'toys' and ammo, she scanned her surroundings, noting just how far she was from her room to the office.....her room to her car.....and her room to the road. Then she went inside, locked up tight and proceeded to strategically place various silver bladed knives, pistols with silver ammo around the room. There was a gun under the bed and behind the t.v., a knife under the mattress on the side she would be sleeping and another pistol under her pillow and her sawed off shotgun under the covers next to her. All guns she made sure were loaded beforet showering, taking one of the handguns with her to the bathroom and keeping it with her at all times until she went to bed, then she placed it back under the bed. Laying down, she slept and anyone not knowing her would think she was deeply asleep, but that couldn't be further from the truth. She was sleeping, but would wake up at the drop of the hat.

Jayden woke around 7 in the morning and laid there for a few minutes thinking about home and her family. She missed them but knew that she was needed over here in the Americas more than she was needed in Scotland. Sighing, she rose from the lumpy bed and headed to the bathroom to shower. She had set her things up the night before so that she could just get up, get showered, get dressed and then repack and leave. So, her personal hygiene things were already in order in the bathroom. There were a lot of things that Jayden would go without, but her special shampoo, conditioner and body lotion wasn't among them. She had two favorite scents.....warm vanilla and lavender. This morning she used the vanilla, and when she finished the whole room smelled as if it were a bakery instead of a dingy motel room. It wasn't overpowering once she stepped outside, it was just that within the closed confines of the room the shampoo, conditioner and body lotion scents had nowhere to dissipate.

Once finished, she packed everything neatly into her bag, dressed in a pair of black, hip-hugging jeans, a dark green short-sleeved t-shirt, black hiking boots, and a light brown suede jacket. Her dark auburn hair was left flowing freely and her light green eyes were shadowed with a hint of eye shadow. Next was the gathering of her weapons and again, they were put neatly into their own bag. She took a quick look around, making sure that she'd hadn't forgotten anything, left the room and stopped at the office to check out. This time it was an elderly man at the desk who said very little and only gave her a glance when she spoke with her accent.

Jayden climbed back into her rental and headed into town, her stomach growling in hunger. She spotted the Black Cherry Cafe and pulled into a parking spot on the side of the road. Upon entering, she immediately looked around, taking everything in....how many windows, what direction they faced, the exits that she could see, how many customers and how many workers. Once satisfied, she walked to the back of the small restaurant and sat down in the corner booth, her back to the wall. The waitress came up to her with a glass of water and a friendly hello.

"Hi....what can I get for you?"

"I'd like a cup of coffee....cream and sugar for starters. Then I be gettin' the morning sunrise....eggs runny an' hashbrowns crisp. Add two strips o' bacon an' a large chocolate milk."

"You're not from around here, are ya?"

Smiles, "No, lass I'm not. I be from northern Scotland and I be a might hungry."

"Oh, I'm sorry.....I'll get it out to you as soon as I can. We're short-handed right now. Sally, the other waitress didn't show up, so I'm it."

"That's fine, lass....just get me my cup o' coffee with the cream n' sugar. The rest can come in good time."

The waitress smiled to have her understanding that her breakfast may take time to get to her and hurried off to do the best she could. Jayden sat there, looking around sipping her water. Beneath her jacket she wore a hidden 3 inch Scottish dagger, the blade inlaid with silver. Each of her boots carried a boot knife that she could get to quickly and beneath her shirt she wore a pentacle encircled with celtic knotwork. Her coffee came rather quickly and she doctored it with the sugar and cream, sipping it as she waited for her breakfast.

Jayden sipped her coffee and watched the few patrons who had come in. She'd noticed the big blond man right away and took him for a tourist like herself, after she didn't pay him much mind except that her gaze kept going to him. Something about him......she mentally shrugged her shoulders and dismissed it. She had a sixth sense about some things and people were one of them...sometimes. She definately had a sixth sense about this town. Something was off, she could feel it. Her green eyes spotted the waitress again and this time her eyes were rimmed in red, the tip of her nose red as well, as if she'd been crying. She watched as she spoke to the blond man, but couldn't hear what was said. Whatever he said to her helped, because she looked a little better after speaking with him. She watched him as he stood up, said a few more words to the waitress and then left.

Brandy came over to her table then with her order and Jayden smiled at her. "Is anythin' amiss, lass?" She took a bite of eggs and then added a little salt and some pepper before taking another bite.

"I'm not sure, ma'am. The other waitress.....well, it seems that she's missing."

Swallows her bite of egg, "Missing, ye say?"

"Yes, and her boyfriend, too."

Another bite of egg, "Well, ye think maybe they be holed up somewhere's having o'bit of fun?"

"No, not Sally. She wouldn't do that to her mom without calling her first. I'm worried that maybe they got hurt while out hiking yesterday. The woods aren't always safe."

This caught Jayden's attention, but she didn't let on, "Hiking ye say. Aye, maybe they strayed off the trail and got lost or took a tumble. I be an experienced hiker and came here ta do just that. Do ye ken where aboot's they went, lass?"

It took Brandy a second to figure out what Jayden meant before she answered. "I'm not sure, but I think they went up the main trail, just west of town intersecting with Kane road off of Maple." She wondered if she should say anything about the cougar and decided against it. She'd already said to much to the big man.

"Well, I'd be happy ta take a look aboot while I'm out. I be going hiking today, just have ta get me gear."

"Just be careful, miss. Every now and then a wild animal comes into the area."

"Jayden....the name be Jayden lass and doan ye worry none. I'll be plenty careful. I be doin' this for some time now."

"Thank you, Jayden. Maybe between you, the big blond guy and the police someone will find them."

"I'm sure someone will, lass. Doan ye worry much. I bet they got enamored with each other and fell asleep beneath a big tree."

Brandy smiled at Jayden before she walked away as Jayden finished her breakfast, her thoughts running wild. That sixth sense she had was going amuck and she knew now that she was right on target. Something was going on in these woods and she had a feeling that it wasn't good.

Finishing her breakfast, coffee and downing her chocolate milk she left Brandy a nice tip and left, climbing into her small rental car and heading to Kane Road.

Jayden took her time driving through the small town, taking in the peacefulness of it. Her green eyes turned somber as she wished that it was truly like this, but she knew that it wasn't. She knew that monsters hid in every corner of the world. Even a place like Kane wasn't safe, though she wished differently. She saw the children beginning to come out to enjoy what nice weather was left of autumn. It would be pretty chilly in her hometown of Halkirk in northern Scotland. She'd gotten a call from her mum earlier and had pulled over in a gas station to take the call on her cell phone. It would seem that her blasted cousin had wasted some of their 'fighting' money on gambling and even though it wasn't an ungodly amount, it still left a dent in their funds. She sighed thinking about that and knowing that she would have to use resources she didn't like using in order to gather any other weapons she may need.

She turned off onto Maple Street and found the intersections of the trails with Kane Road. Pulling off to the side where cars could park without blocking traffick. She slid the stepped out of the little Ford Focus and looked around. No one was out and about yet, something she was grateful for. She looked at the beautiful trees and the trails that disappeared into them. Walking to the trunk, she looked around again, making sure noone was watching and took the Beretta Storm 9 mm sub-compact out of the duffel bag, checked the clip and slid it her waistband at her back, beneath her coat. She then grabbed two extra clips, checked them and slid them into the inner pockets of her suede jacket. She had her boot knives on her as well as a 4 inch long Scottish dagger at her side, the sheath strapped to her belt.

She then pulled her pentacle necklace out from beneath her shirt and raised it to her lips, kissing it as she closed her eyes, murmuring a prayer up to her Goddess. Closing the trunk, she made sure her car was locked up tight before turning around and facing the woods again.

Sheriff Stone turned south down Kane road, carefully searching the woods as he slowly drove down the winding hard packed roadway. He knew that the chances of him spotting anything from a vehicle were pretty slim but while his deputies were combing the woods he wanted to take a quick drive just to satisfy his curiosity. That, and he needed a drink. Slipping the silver flask out of the glove box, the Sheriff checked his rear view mirror and took a quick nip. The alcohol was rejuvenating, waking up his dulled senses and it was a good thing because just as he lowered the flask from his lips he had quickly swerve out of the way of a vehicle pulled onto the side of the road. It was parked well out of the way, but the Sheriff, who hadn't really been paying attention had started to drift when he came upon the Ford Focus.

Skidding around the car, the Sheriff slammed on the breaks and looked over his shoulder as he swore to himself. When he saw he woman standing by the car he quickly tossed the flask back into the glove compartment and threw a stick of gum in his mouth to disguise any traces of alcohol left on his breath.

"What the f***k was she doing?" The Sherrif pondered.

Stepping out of the truck, the officer wandered over, taking note that the license plates were those of a rental. A tourist, he surmised and wondered if she'd seen anything in her travels.

"Good morning." Called out the officer, "I'm Sheriff Stone. Sorry I didn't see your car pulled over to the side there, I was wondering if you've seen anything out of the ordinary in your travels this morning?"

The Sheriff wasn't about to reveal anything about his investigation. It was unlawful to discuss a missing person or any other investigation for that matter until such time as they had hard evidence. Even, still, Stone always remained tight lipped around tourists and he urged everyone in the town to conduct themselves in a similar fashion. All he wanted to know, was if she had seen anything odd, and if she started to question why, he wouldn't risk jeopardizing his investigation by giving anything a way to this outside.

Jayden turned, hearing the squeal of tires, her green eyes opening wide as she watched the police car swerve to miss the rental she was standing next to. Even though she had her small Beretta in her waistband at her back, no one would have been the wiser as she was used to having to speak people, police included, when on the hunt and her jacket was long enough and big enough not only was there no bulge to give anything away but if she raised her arms it wouldn't ride up enough to show the small pistol. The same with the clips inside of the jacket.

She smiled when the sheriff stepped out and introduced himself to her, acting the part of tourist. "Hello Sheriff. I apologize if I be parked in the wrong place. I thought this here was the spot to park to go up on the trails."

She waited for him to get closer before answering his question, taking in his appearance in a quick glance. He was tired, that much was obvious and she felt a twinge of sympathy for the small town sheriff.

"Please to be making ye acquaintance, Sheriff Stone. Me name is Jayden.....Jayden Warrick. Ye have a beautiful little town here, but no, I have not noticed anything amiss while out and aboot this mornin'. Be there somethin' wrong, Sheriff?"

When he made up some reason as to why he had asked, she simply nodded her head to him, although she'd already surmised that he was searching for the missing kids.

Sheriff Stone sized up the Scottish woman in the first few moments of their meeting. She definitely wasn't a hiker that was for damn sure, and while eliminating that fact hardly narrowed down the choices, he'd seen her type before. Every since the killings had started in Kane, all the nuts started to roll in. Paranormal investigators, monster hunters, thrill seekers, what ever they called themselves they were all the same to Stone — 'A pain in his ass!'. He wondered if it was a coincidence that the last one who arrived in town a few months ago was also from her neck of the woods, or maybe he was Irish, he couldn't remember, didn't really care to. They all sounded the same to him.

The last thing, Stone needed was some fanatic spreading rumours about supernatural monsters stalking the woods. Once that got out, they'd have a town full of freaks to deal with while he struggled to conduct a serious investigation. Something out there was killing people and it wasn't a goddam werewolf. He had his own theories, but needed time to prove them and every time these 'hunters' showed up they pushed him back a precious step.

Normally, Stone would've been honest and informed the tourist that they were searching for some missing hikers, but this Jayden Warrick was no tourist. He was sure of it. Stone eventually ran the last one of town, so it was only a matter of time before this Highlander danced her way back the way she came, but she hadn't done anything yet to warrant a warning and so the Sheriff treaded lightly at this time.

"What brings you to our fair CITY, Miss Warrick? You're not our typical tourist type round here." He questioned, his face turning more sour by the second. He had purposely placed some added emphasis on the city part, taking some offense to Kane being referred to as a small town.

Jayden didn't miss the contempt in the sheriff's voice and thought about being honest with the man. Then again, sometimes only half the truth was better than the whole truth. She smiled at him then, "Okay, Sheriff. I ken that ye figured out I'm not a regular tourist. I am here ta study why an animal would attack people suddenly. I'm not 'ere ta cause trouble or hurt ye businesses n' anythin' I be finding I be more than happy ta share with ye n' I never planned on sharin' any of me finding's with anyone til speaking with ye or ye mayor first. I'm not in the habit of destroying others lives."

Of course, she had no intention of doing any of that, but she was there to see if the attacks were animal or other. If it were animal, which she highly doubted, then she would be more than happy to tell the sheriff what she found. If not, then she would take care of it and be on her way.

When she saw that he retained the sour look, she raised her hands in surrender. "How aboot this then. I AM a seasoned hiker and would luv ta explore this beautiful forest. So, may I go hiking and while I be hiking I'll take a look around. If I see anything out of the ordinary I will call ye, immediately and not disturb what I find. Would tha' be acceptable, Sheriff Stone?"

The Sheriff grinned widely, the awkward toothy smile of a man who didn't do it all that often. He had to admit he liked her style, but he'd bust her ass just the same if she screwed up his investigation or started spreading rumors of unnatural beasts lurking in the woods.

"You find something and I mean anything, you let me know. You got that?" Ordered Stone.

The Sheriff figured that another pair of capable hands couldn't hurt so long as she go all Xena Warrior Princess on some psycho in a wolf suit, which was what he was betting on. He was pretty sure it was just a man, a schizo or something who believed he was a werewolf.

Greendale cemetery was a little over half of mile from the Wolves Den motel. Strom had noticed it on the map and had decided to pay it a visit before he would allow himself to believe that a werewolf was plaguing the city of Kane. Being aware of the dark veil that all but a few like him were blind to could naturally make one paranoid and so Strom had trained himself to use his head before his weapons.

Before he risked the charade of portraying some sort of law enforcement officer (which was really difficult with a German accent) or checking the old newspapers which he had learned were at the local library, he liked to go straight to the source. He drove slowly, meandering through the winding roads until he spied what he was looking for; a fresh grave. The first one he found was a local that had died over a month ago, then he found another buried one month prior to that. Further investigation would be required to verify that these people were in fact victims of a wild animal attack, but Strom would bet they were and that they both died during a full moon. A chill ran up his spine as he considered what he might be up against. Werewolves were supposed to be vicious creatures, he had read about them in one of his grandfather's books back in Germany. Unlike what was portrayed in the movies, they were extremely hard to kill. Silver bullets were virtually useless against them unless you hit them in just the right spot.

Back at his truck, Strom leaned against the door and lit up a cigarette. He was finally down to a few a day, but it was during the stressful times, like going up against an enormous humanoid-wolf that he slipped up.

Yerick lay there the wind whistling past him as he lay very still if he moved god knows where he would go...to be honest I will tell you where Yerick is....he was taking some transport as always low on cash with only pocket change his only method was to stowaway or hitch a ride....a normal person would ask for a drive or try and sneak onto a train...well yes he was on a train to break it lightly...on the roof of it laying down on it in a small indent between two things which protruded from the roof of the carriage the wind whistling over him the temperature was freezing but he was used to such things...why complain when you were in Russia only a week ago...now he was here he had slipped onto a cargo freighter which went to America it had been getting a little too serious for him in Russia to hide anymore.

Yerick had decided on this little trip for very few reasons mainly his interest in the area...and the records of death much like the German had with his visit to the graveyard Yerick had found...on the internet...on a borrowed laptop no comments on where he acquired the item from but he accessed the morgues details finding to his vast interest...people being killed on full moons he unlike the other two loved to hunt...not long ago maybe two years ago...no there was no need to go reminiscing about past times but they were sure fun.

Yerick looked down to a battered Rolex watch it was seriously beaten and...dry blood was encrusted to its strap Yurick smiled at the time getting up the wind trying to pull him from the roof he could see Kane now...it was time to get off before they realised he was around he waited.... and waited then a pylon whizzed by he leaped straight after this....he hit the ground his momentum still not lost he bounced along for a good distance gravel cutting and slicing into his head and coat till finally he came to a stop bruised and battered he sat up... “Yebatʹ radi ya budu zarabatyvatʹ denʹgi, i ostanovitʹ vse eto poezd prygal derʹmo!” Speaking fluently in Russian as he forced himself up a slight shiver as he ached all over...no broken bones though always a positive so he began his walk pulling a hand drawn map copied from Google earth when he had borrowed this lovely laptop which he hadn’t owned may I add.

"Okay, Sheriff. Ye 'ave an agreement", she said with a smile. "I find anything suspicious, I be giving ye a call immediately an' I willna disturb what I find."

Jayden picked up her small backpack that was up against her small car. It looked normal enough.....3 bottles of water, map of the area, sunscreen, small first aid kit...normal things you would see on a backpack. Inside in hidden, padded pockets were extra clips with silver bullets. But if you opened it up, all you would see were small bags of mountain trail mix...she was a sucker for the m&ms and nuts.......small bags of beef jerky, and a couple of snickers bars. She already had on hiking boots and okay clothing for a hike, so she decided to get started.

"I be lettin' ye ken if'n I find anything." She turned to get started, stopped and turned back around, "Oh, just so ye ken, I be heading up to the stairway I read aboot in the little tourist pamphlet at the motel. Just so ye ken where I be going."

Yerick unlike the others had no idea where the attacks happened or the proper layout of Kane he was walking through the woods casually strolling as he looked down to his... ‘map’ He smiled as he thought he was close he stopped for a breath he had practically had to dodge what four different groups of men seeming to be combing the woods for something. He soon realised he had come out on a clearing he tilted his head slightly as he looked around himself the grass was cut short no natural clearing would look so neat...a tourist attraction? He gave a shrug he wasn’t in need of sightseeing he turned his head seeing the first landing of steps he sighed as he saw a chain sawed stump of a tree a perfect sitting place he walked over decided to take a break still aching he could feel blood trickling from a cut just on the hairline of his forehead. “Yebat’!” Lifting his cut hand to try and wipe the blood away...he just felt as though he had jumped into the glass bin naked but it was the only way to get around for him so once again he forced himself not to compain anymore.

Sherrif Stone looked up toward the ridge that the woman was headed. "Have fun." he told her, "It's a decent climb." He started back to his vehicle, thankful to not have to traverse the stairs and that's when they heard it. A blood curdling scream, echoed down the ridge, followed by another cry, this one more masculine.

"Jeezus." Cursed Stone as he peered through the woods toward the trail where the first set of stairs began. Then when he heard the third distinct call of distress, he ran to his truck and got on the radio to alert his deputies to the location.

As the Sheriff ran to his vehicle, Jayden could make out that it was indeed the cry of a man. It was difficult to decipher what was being said, but she could clearly make out three words that were being repeated over and over again... 'Oh... my... God'.


Strom flicked the butt of his cigarette to the pavement and stamped it out. He opened the door of his truck and before he got in removed to small baby-food jars filled with earth and placed them on the passenger seat beside his laptop's carrying case. He didn't like much messing with the arcane, but sometimes one could learn a thing or two from the earth of a fresh grave. It was a long shot since he was very practiced in utilizing incantations, he'd only attempt the ritual if it was absolutely necessary. Using black magic or any kind of magic wasn't exactly smiled upon by the community of Visionaries. Use too much and you're welcoming darkness into your soul and maybe even the blade of a hunter into your heart.

He started up the truck and proceeded back to town by the way he had come. As he cut back onto the highway and headed west he couldn't help noticing a road sign that called route 6, Grand Army of the Republic Highway. Strange name to find in America, Strom considered, but then the country had suffered a lot of political upheaval in a comparatively short time to Europe.

Yerick had finished wiping the blood from his hands and forehead with a nice stained kerchief when he heard the first of screams to him it was just a scream his time in Russia made the scream seem pathetic in his ears as he slowly stood... “Bingo! Pohozhe, ya mog by pomochʹ, i vy nikogda ne znaete, ya mog by naĭti dlya sebya zhilʹe s politsiyeĭ, yesli ya poĭmal.” The bingo in his sentence seeming almost cheesy and irrelevant in his thick accent with the spews of Russian falling from his lips and to add to the effect he gave a slight grin. A little sick in the head smiling to others misfortune but to him it could be pay day as he began to get across the clearing clenching and unclenching his hands as he walked slowly with a slight limp.

Yerick had gone down almost three of these flights of stairs the sound of screams was getting louder his grin finally wiped off his face as he became serious it was no time to joke or laugh he was on his own here taking on...no he couldn’t assume a werewolf it could have been like they said a normal wild cougar attack on a person. He took the fourth flight down turning at the landing turning to look down the fifth he couldn’t really comprehend exactly what he was seeing for those vital seconds trying to figure what was actually wrong.

Jayden stopped when she heard the first scream and looked around, trying to decipher exactly which direction the scream and come from when another one followed, this one more masculine. She wasn't so far up the steps that she couldn't see the sheriff scramble back to his truck, that was when she heard the words echoing through the air, "Oh...my...God", over and over. She'd all but made it up the first set of steps and flew back down them. She'd figured out which direction the screams came from and pulling the barretta from the waistband of her jeans at her back, she checked the clip on the run. She got to the bottom of the stairs and ran straight into the tree line.

About a mile in, she stopped, seeing the bloodied young man cradling a severed arm, blood covering him like a full bodied blanket. She quickly held her gun like a pro, flipping the safety off and sliding a round into the chamber,thankful that she'd acquired her American Foid card with the sheriff so close by. She turned in a complete circle, her green eyes scanning the area as she stepped closer to the boy, now standing about fifteen feet from him. She turned to ask a few questions and realized that the boy was in such a state of shock that he wouldn't be answering questions right at that time. Besides, she'd promised the sheriff that she wouldn't mess up a crime scene and didn't want to move around too much, so she stayed put, on guarding the boy in case whatever attacked decided to return.

Yerick sighed as he had lost them it seemed as he looked left and right looking down he probed the earth with a finger....lifting it he frowned red ,no wait it was blood he had found a small patch of blood without truly realising, lucky! He lifted the finger to his lips licking it. “hmm?” Humming to himself it wasn’t exactly warm anymore he slowly stood back up scanning the ground with a squint till he found what he was looking for a footprint off the beaten track and a rather clear trail leading down he began to jog he almost shuddered at each step with the impact each paced step took on his aching body but he was eating the ground of the mile faster this way into the woods he glimpsed through two trees a man in a semi clearing.

He quickly pulled behind a tree...a mistake as a twig sticking from the tree snapped under him as he hit it....oh...a sigh coming from his lips he wondered if the man had heard his movement to find him unresponsive he jogged forward to the man who was in a daze still shocked. Just by the amount of blood Yerick could tell it weren’t exactly your normal animal he crouched down in front of the man finding no reaction. Yerick looked around seeing what seemed a forced exit point of something on a few trees in a direction he turned back round checking under the nails of the man for blood....he nodded slowly gathering what he could from the shocked man and headed out of the clearing as he looked down he realised he was leaving a slight trail he had accidently stood in some blood and about five bloody boot prints lead to the direction he had taken.

That’s when he heard it the fast steps breaking undergrowth under foot he quickly reached the edge of the clearing and hid behind one of the trees looking back seeing a women enter the scene at some real pace unlike his limped jog he crouched down. He accidently saw a low branch sticking out in front of him with a tuft of hair on it? He snapped this up and stuck it into his pocket one never knew when you needed some spare hair smiling. Yerick peered round to watch the women walk up to the poor victim he lifted an eyebrow, Yebat’! Was all he could think to himself he had to get away that was for sure he probably looked like a suspect and she had a gun, but he decided he would keep an eye on what happened next wondering why she was here? Was she a sheriff or just some gun ho women looking to kill a cougar? Well it didn’t matter to him he looked to the battered Rolex finding it was on the wrong time.....it had stopped shame.

Jayden looked around the ground, careful not to move any more than she had to so she wouldn't mess up anything the sheriff needed. The boy was still rocking back and forth, holding the arm and mumbling to himself. She felt for the kid, but right now, she wanted to make sure that whatever did this wasn't still around. She could feel eyes watching her, but didn't know from which direction or who or what it was. She held her guy steady, her ears listening, her eyes watching for anything out of the ordinary....not that a boy holding a severed arm was ordinary.

She looked around again and this time she noticed the sun's ray shining on something on a branch of a white birch tree about 15 feet in front of her to the north. She walked over to it, watching where she stepped so she wouldn't disturb any tracks when she saw that there weren't any tracks. "Shite!! What in the bloody hell is going on?" Upon reaching the tree, she grabbed the branch, seeing that there was also a tuft of fur and what looked like a couple of strands of human hair. She snapped the branch, taking about 3 inches of it and stuck it into her inside pocket of her jacket. Then she made her way back to the boy and once again stood guard. The sheriff should be getting here soon and she needed to get back to study what she'd found, but there was no way she was going to leave the boy until he got there.