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    [center][fancypost=backgground-color: none; border: none; width: 450px; height: 400px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; overflow: auto]★★★Harlow had only subconsciously noticed her location change by snuggling gratefully into the sheets, relishing the softness of whatever she was laying on. Sleep was such a nice concept, and being able to rest again was amazing. No case to worry about, even though it was still very much there, and a luxurious bed to lay on. Everything was blissful at the moment, and the detectives face looked rather peaceful and childlike as she slept, none of her usual serious expression revealing itself on her features. In fact, she looked rather beautiful, even with her hair all disheveled and t-shirt shifted to reveal her midsection.


    Everything was so great, until a sensations on her face forcefully pulled her from her dream state. At first, Harlow took to ignoring them, feeling the slaps as only dull buzzes against her cheeks. Whatever it was could just go away, as she was intent on getting as much sleep as she could. However, when whoever was disturbing her grabbed hold of the sides of her waist, the brunettes' eyes shot open in surprise, letting out a small yell as she was tickled. The woman attempted to shift her body, wiggling around all she could, but didn't get anywhere with her efforts. Harlow didn't seem to know what was going on at first, trying to escape only to be locked in place by a something weighing down her hips. That, and she hadn't been tickled in years.


    Finally coming to her senses and seeing the man straddling her, Harlow sucked in her breath with a very distressed look on her face. First off, he was straddling her, an already compromising and rather intimate position. Second, the woman wasn't used to seeing such a playful expression on a cutthroat CEO. Lastly, the events of the night flashed into her mind and everything began to fall into place. Asher was fully healed, something that the woman of logic deemed impossible, and she was laying in the bed of one of New York's biggest womanizers who had most likely either flirted or slept with most of the eligible women in the vicinity of the building he worked. At least she was still clothed and very much alive.


    "What the hell!?" Harlow exclaimed, realizing how embarrassed she was in her current predicament, struggling once more still to no avail. She could feel her cheeks getting warmer and desperately turned her face away to hide the blushing, constantly reminding herself that this man could very well be a psychotic murderer. Still, anyone would be blushing if they were being straddled in a bed! The woman huffed, blowing hair from her face that tickled her nose as her arms were also pinned, and she intently stared at the wall.


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    Several snorts could be heard from the male though eventually a laugh burst from his pinched lips at her reaction to his tickling session. With several more chuckles he poked the tip of her nose in humor. "Awwww, so cute! She blushes!" He gently grabbed her cheek and wiggled it around though he let go of the flesh within a few seconds before getting off of the female by sliding off of the bed. He reached over to grab her wrist gently in his large hands and proceeded to pull her out of the bed with ease, that was until she bumped into his chest which was covered this time with a casual black v-line shirt. "Ohhhhh, so now the Detective is flirting with her suspect, how cliche." He sent a wink in her direction before letting go of her and made his way back down stairs silently, he was a expert in walking quietly due to him having curved feet and that he liked to walk on his toes most of the time. "Come on Sleeping Beauty! Breakfast is ready!" He removed the plate filled with food from the microwave to set it on the counter before a countertop chair, he walked into the living room to plop down onto the dark leather couches with a huff. He draped a tanned arm over his eyes to shield the sunlight from his eyes, the shirt was taunt against his chiseled body, his stomach rising slowly each time he took a breath.


    His face was relaxed almost peaceful looking as the tousled hair spanned along the arm of the couch. The haircut was short but his hair was long and unruly usually curly as it had a mind of its own. The hair smelled masculine but delicious due to him taking a shower after he has woken up, the bathroom was connected to him room though it did have a door so he had scotch curtsey to close the door to not wake up the sleeping beauty in his bed. He had watched her for a few moments when she had been sleeping, even venturing to laying down beside the women and pulling her to his side to keep her warm when she had shown signs of goose flesh along her bare arms. He felt oddly protective of the women though he'd never openly admit it, he usually saw people as pawn pieces but with the Detective he felt interested in her, not romantically or sexually but he felt like he needed to protect her from any danger that may appear. He growled to himself that he was growing soft, he couldn't afford to feel any sort of emotions for a human especially when it was tailing after him because of his killings.


    Man he sure was stuck in a crossroad, either kill the nosey sexy women or let her live and stalk her. Situations were different compared to the previous one, she was tailing him and he couldn't let her figure out what he was, not ever. It would seem that his choice was obvious but he was still debating, he enjoyed her presence even though she was bound to question him but she had actually stayed the entire night...something he had figured she'd never do. Perhaps he could show her what he was...maybe she'd accept him for what he was and actually love him without running away screaming like most did...he shook his head viciously, inwardly calming himself a idiot for thinking of something so ridiculous. She'd never accept him for what he was, he was a monster and deep down she knew that something wasn't right with him. He'd have to kill her. She knew too much by this point and he couldn't let her find out anymore, it would be hard to do but he would have to do it. He'd make her death quick and painless, her death would be different unlike the others who had died slow painful deaths full of misery. He sucked in a sharp inhale as he squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to block out the image of her limp body within his arms. How decisions could be so painful was a mystery, he was a renowned killer yet for some reason he couldn't bare thinking about killing Wilkinson. Was he perhaps attached to the feisty Detective?

    [center][fancypost=backgground-color: none; border: none; width: 450px; height: 400px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; overflow: auto]★★★Harlow felt her body relax as the man, who was twice her size, slid off of her body. He was certainly cheerful in the morning. However, just as she started to calm down, she felt her arm being tugged, her body following suit until she bumped into the mans chest with a small grunt. Flirting? The woman stared up at him with slightly widened eyes, wanting to defend herself only to have him quickly walk off with a wink before anything could come out of her mouth. Even if he demeanor was different, there were still hints of the confidence that she had witnessed in his office. She pursed her lips, glancing around the room as soon as he was gone. The only thing she could think of was whether he was the murderer who had struck terror into the hearts of the inhabitants of New York and whether he had some sort of incriminating evidence hidden in his bedroom. Sighing heavily, Harlow left the room and traveled down the stairs while tying her tangled hair back and out of her face.


    As soon as she entered the kitchen space, the detective was bombarded with the smells of various breakfast foods, realizing in that moment just how hungry she was. Listening to her gut, and not really in the instinctual way, Harlow walked briskly to the food and began to eat, rubbing her temples. She still felt the dull pang of sleep in her head as well as feeling the aftereffects of being stressed from the prior night. In all honesty, the events that had transpired were fuzzy in her brain. All that she could really remember was that Asher had been fatally injured, dead in fact, and was now perfectly fine. Had she been drunk? That would be impossible, and the woman refused to believe such outrageous claims.


    After a few moments, Harlow glanced at the clock on the microwave and her eyes widened. It was already almost time for her to go to work! The detective scrambled from her seat, nearly falling in the process, and began a checklist of what she brought with her. Gun, check, phone, check, jacket, check... Then, she turned to the man, not really knowing what to say. She was just so confused, in denial about what had happened, and took to just standing there. "I... I don't really know what happened last night, but none of it changes anything." Harlow took a deep breath after her bold statement, feeling an itch in the back of her brain to make a dash to the front door. "Thanks for breakfast..." She mumbled before walking swiftly to the exit. She would need to find a way to hail a cab as her phone was currently dead. Oh, her dignity. The rest of it would fly out the window as soon as the cab driver would see her, assuming that she had been the latest of Mr. Perculeone's conquests. The woman shook her head, opening the grand front door and shielding her eyes against the light with her hand.


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    A grunt was her answer at her thanks and previous comment though his eyelids flickered open as his body grew stiff, she was already leaving? He jumped off of the couch to follow her to the door, his head tilted to the side as his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. Was she already tired of his presence? He had attempted to act appropriately...perhaps he had been too flirty? He inwardly groaned at himself though he continued to follow the female as she made her way to the driveway. "Why not just hang out with me for the day? I can show what I do on my off days, prove to you that I'm innocent." He kept a decent distance away from the Detective due to him noticing that she enjoyed her personal space as well as her privacy, he looked down at his hands then shook them to stop his fingers from twitching nervously. He hated this feeling of being nervous, of trying to please someone that he could never have nor show love to, she'd never return it anyways, he was the criminal she was chasing after but he'd never give her any way of knowing what he was.


    He scratched the back of his head as his eyes trailed away to watch the road where cars were buzzing by. He opened his mouth then closed the muscle with a sigh while his hand dropped back down to his side. He ruffled around in his pocket before removing a single sheet of paper that held neat, formal writing that was clearly masculine. мadalιne'ѕ nυмвer - 359-946-4864. adalιne'ѕ nυмвer - 897-577-8965. With a sigh he tucked the strip of paper into her back pocket while he raised a hand to hail a cab, he watched a yellow vehicle pull over and the man gave a suspicious look at Wilkinson as if he had suspected the women had slept with what could be the richest man in Newyork City. He glared at the cab driver though he fished out around sixty dollars and gave it to the driver. "Take my friend wherever she needs to go, got it."The man nodded vigorously due to the growl located in the tall man's voice as ice cold eyes glared at the driver, promising harm if he decided to start anything. He turned to the Detective and tilted his head in her direction. "I'll talk to you later Detective." He moved away from the sidewalk to head back to the house silently, his bottom lip was sucked into his lip and his brows were scrunched as his heart began to settle, what was wrong with him today?

    [center][fancypost=backgground-color: none; border: none; width: 450px; height: 400px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; overflow: auto]★★★Harlow examined the man with mild fascination as he wrote down the numbers and, to her surprise, stuck them in her back pocket. Why would he suddenly be so cooperative in her investigation when he had been so resistant before? The brunette furrowed her eyebrows, trying to think of what could have changed. Was it because of something that happened last night? Was it because I stayed there? [/b]The woman shook her head, watching as the yellow cab pulled up to the curb where the two were standing.


    One glance towards the cab driver and Wilkinson's suspicions were correct, and she let out a small sigh. However, she noticed a look of fear cross the man in the cabs face at his exchange with Asher, and Harlow turned her attention to the tall man beside her. It was as if he was defending her, though she couldn't figure out why. When they had first met, the detective had been sure that he would be the kind of person to brag about his exploits and not put doubt in the minds of his admirers. The woman opened the back door of the cab, glancing over her shoulder as the man addressed her. "You can count on it." Even if he demeanor had changed, Harlow was going to solve the murders. That included not hesitating when it come to locking up the one responsible for the killings, causing her stony expression to cross her face once more.


    The woman took her seat in the back of the cab, shutting the door behind her, and quickly giving her address to the driver. "Try to hurry," She quickly added, tapping her fingers on the seat. At that point, the woman began to accept the fact that she was going to be late, and truly considered taking a sick day. Maybe she could catch up with her old friend, let loose a little? The thought sounded pleasing enough to her and, leaning her head against the cheep leather of the cab seat, Harlow made up her mind. No work for a day; that was a first for her.


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    As soon as she arrived in her apartment Harlow had picked up her phone in order to call her Amanda, her best and only friend in the city, in order to arrange plans for the day. To her surprise, Amanda had excitedly accepted, claiming that they hadn't spent the day together in a long time. The other woman then continued to go on and on about going shopping and getting their nails done before getting drinks at a new night club. The detective was slightly reluctant to accept, but did anyways. It was hard saying no to someone so enthusiastic, anyways. After her phone call, Harlow quickly got ready as her friend would arrive in less than an hour, quickly showering. It was a nice day to do something, anyways as she was freshly rested for the first time in a long time.


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    He had watched the cab pull away from the sidewalk while within the confines of his house, he huffed loudly and went about cleaning the house of blood and any telltale signs that there was a struggle, he came across the plate Harlow had eaten off of, a frown lined his face and his eyes seemed to get a faraway glint in them though it vanished when he narrowed his eyes in anger. With a hiss he shoved the plate into the dishwasher then returned to his previous position on the couch, he laid there for perhaps ten to fifteen minutes before rising, angrily grumbling to himself as he headed for the backyard that was secluded from wandering eyes, he had planted trees around his entire estate so that he could have some sort of privacy for himself. There he shifted into his primal form, a painstaking task that consisted of cracking bones and tearing of flesh.


    He was forced to his knees as a growl escaped his bared teeth, his blue eyes were pushed out of their sockets to be replaced by haunting crimson colored orbs that seemed to glow in the sunlight, his jaw was forced open as teeth began to rain down onto the springy ground leaving bloody teeth to glisten in the sun. Claws erupted from his knuckles as flesh began to strip away from his arms, the flesh on his back ripped so that black fur erupted forth, a black muzzle pushed from his face, sharpened teeth glistening ever so slightly. With a brutal shake flesh flung off of his body to reveal a canine like creature with long ears, a glossy black coat and crimson eyes that could look through ones soul and steal their breath away in pure awe of the creature that stood in front of them. The canine padded forward then rounded the corner to push open a gate with its wet black nose, its crimson eyes flashed about before it made a way to cross the busy road. The canine was easily the size of a Giant Pyrenees at its largest height which is 3.2 ft. The canine had a very muscular build like a German Shepherd or Doberman Pinscher. In quick success the canine had dodged moving traffic and was now following a scent that led more downtown towards the section of apartments in a certain area, usually the buildings there were okay but not as rich as the canine had just come from. As the creature sprinted along the sidewalk it's nose close to the ground, the strides were long as muscles bunched and jumbled due to the force the paws hit the ground.


    The run was soon over as it neared the apartments, the scent trail had stopped at a certain apartment, with a whine the canine did several circles then settled down underneath a awning not so far away, the haunting crimson eyes stared at the apartment only while its attention wavered about its surroundings in wariness. This was a place the creature had never ventured into it by the obvious swiveling of the long ears and the tense posture of muscles that were clenched, it obviously was not comfortable in this new environment but it continued to stare at that apartment door with either interest or hunger. The canine was clenching its long claws so that a scraping sound could be heard as the claws made contact with the cement, the long tail remained curled around the tensed body, not wanting to get surprised or messed with by some person who was passing by.

    [center][fancypost=backgground-color: none; border: none; width: 450px; height: 400px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; overflow: auto]★★★It had been a struggle to choose an outfit to wear for her outing, and Harlow settled for a pair of black leggings and a sweater, grabbing a showier dress from her hanger to put on later in the day. When it came to Amanda, the detective never knew what to expect. The brunette quickly brushed through her hair, leaving it down in soft waves, and stared at her reflection for a few moments. It was good enough. As soon as she finished getting ready, the woman heard her phone buzzing and turned it over to see a text from her friend alerting her that she was here. Breathing in deeply, she exited her apartment, locked the door behind her, and boarded the elevator.


    The sun was still shining brightly as Harlow stepped out of her apartment building, Amanda rushing immediately up to her. The other woman was pretty; she had ash blonde hair, blue eyes, and a nice figure due to what she called "miracle yoga." "Finally! I've been so paranoid out here because of that dog over there," Harlow's friend began, and the brunette cast her gaze in its direction in surprise. "Things just been staring at your apartment." The detective frowned slightly, glancing back at the large black dog, before giving her friend a smile and assuring her that nothing was wrong. With that, the duo made their way down the sidewalk, Harlow peering over her shoulder one more time. Something about that dog just seemed off to her, though she couldn't quite place why.


    "It's been too long, Har! You're always so preoccupied with work," Amanda complained, sending a childish pout to the green eyed woman who simply just laughed softly. The two were very different, but that was what made them get close to each other. They seemed to balance each other out, Harlow being the moral compass of the group and Amanda being the thrill seeker. For example, the club that the blond had chosen was said to be absolutely crazy and full of druggies, and Harlow had been made to promised not to arrest anyone.
    "I've just been busy with work, that's all," Harlow mused, shaking her head at the ridiculous look on her counterparts face. Amanda was a very silly girl, but way too trusting, something that made the young detective worry for her. "You've been being careful, right? Like not going out alone at night?" Amanda scoffed, laughing rather loudly and causing the brunette to look at her in surprise.
    "I'm still alive, aren't I? Don't think about that dark stuff today, Harlow! Just relax. Say it with me; Relax."


    The two women arrived shortly at a dress store, prices Harlow could never afford with her wages, but Amanda needed a new dress to go clubbing in. Her blond friend was quite rich, actually, her family having invented some kind of airplane part. With a small frown, she let herself be dragged into the store by an over zealous woman who made an a-line straight for the shortest dresses in sight. Harlow arched an eyebrow at Amanda, watching her fawn over every single piece of fabric she saw. At this rate, they were going to be there for hours. So, to preoccupy herself, Harlow began going through the clothing as well, not really paying that much attention to the dresses she sifted through.


    "Harlow! I found the one!" Came Amanda's screeching voice from the other side of the store and a reluctant detective made her way over to her very vocal friend. The blond was wearing a gold sequined number and, while not being skin tight, was very short and very low cut.
    "Amanda..." Harlow began, only to be interrupted by insistent shushing and the other woman calling her a 'party pooper.' Giving up, the brunette shrugged her shoulders and nodded.
    "So, what're you gonna get?"
    "I brought my own dress."
    "That one's so boring, though!"
    "B-Boring?! It's just fine!"


    More bickering between the two passed until Amanda had somehow convinced her friend to try on a dress. Harlow stepped out of the dressing room clad in a black backless dress that clung to her body like a second skin and was immediately greeted by catcalls from her friend. The woman sent the other a mocking glare, tugging down on the fabric. Damn, it was short! How did people move in these?


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    The canine had bounced to his paws when the orbs had watched the brunette women exit the building, his long black tail wagging energetically in happiness from finding his target. With a growl of knowing accomplishment the canine padded forward to watch the two women leave, he decided to tail the two which he eventually noticed that the blonde was energetic and bubbly while the brunette was more laid back and quiet though not as charismatic as the blonde he seemed to like the brunette for some odd reason. With a huff the orbs took in the sign and clothing that was inside the building that they had just entered. They were shopping for clothes? Well dresses it seemed more like, he circled the building looking for any danger than opted to go sit down underneath some shade as his tongue flopped out of the maw that contained sharp piercing teeth.


    The mindset of the canine was more different than Asher, of course he had some control over the dog like creature but the thinking and emotion process was totally different, it was more canineish but it also acted sophisticated with how it sat and acted, most dogs would never had followed a car that long nor snuck around buildings to keep out of sight. The eyes were intelligent far beyond the capacity of most canines but perhaps to the capacity of a human if tested of course. The brute shifted his position into that of a more comfortable one as the orbs followed the two women, he especially liked the black dress that the brunette wore but she seemed to not like it though he did agree with the blonde about the previous dress being boring. It was too bland but with this dress it seemed to hug her frame and accented her hair as well as her eyes. His tail moved on its accord as the canine leaned forward to take in more detail, he was confused about how he knew this women, he had never seen her before yet he felt like he knew her decently. Out of boredom he plopped down and yawned loudly while he lazily gazed on, patiently waiting for the two to exit the building filled with clothing that he'd never wear or be interested in but that was perhaps because he was male and what he had observed by now that males wore what seemed like comfortable clothing unlike what the brunette was trying on at the moment.


    His gaze traveled to her feet, his ears pricking up in interest and confusion. What the heck are those? The canine pondered to himself as he cocked his head to the right, it seemed like she was walking on sticks? It looked like shoe but something seemed to hang down from the bottom...how was she balancing on that?! He huffed loudly in both confusion and agitation on how she was accomplishing that, was it magic? Did she practice to do that? The muscles on the face seemed to contort together as the canine began to wonder and ponder to how she was accomplishing such a feat.


    // Sorry for the short reply, low muse sadly :\ //