[Addison Brooks]

``wolf [in] sheep's S K I N.
Part I

It was six in the morning...and Addison couldn't get any sleep. This wasn't right. As soon as he had finished up with his clients at Animators Incorporated he had looked forward to getting home. A nice shower and crawling between the sheets was a dream in and of itself; one that was always out of his reach. No sooner had he set the duffel bag containing his animating materials down had his cell rang. Flipping it open he answered with the typical. "Brooks." The voice on the other end informed him that there was a body found in the Las Vegas Cemetery, and he had to report there with his partner, Spencer. Addison knew that Spence would get there on his own, and he wasn't happy about that. Addison didn't like to drive and yet he had to this time. The cemetery was far away from where they were located.

He sighed and gathered up his things, not even bothering to clean the chicken blood off of him. At least this time he didn't use goat's blood. They were messier; had more of an arterial spray. Addison soon was out to his car, opening the door of the silver Lexus before climbing in. He wanted to sleep, as he hadn't done so in almost thirty hours. Working hard around the clock wasn't his picture perfect idea of fun. No, he had to always get a case just when he was about to get some damn sleep.

The roads were long and he hurried as fast as the traffic on the Strip would let him. Finally he made it to the outer roads, turning off on the dirt one that led past the green fields of grass and trees towards the secluded cemetery. Addison always got a creepy feeling when he got there, as there had been one too many evil rituals conducted there. Parking near the police cars Addison got out, not bothering to lock the vehicle since he was among co-workers. Spencer was nowhere in sight but Addison figured he was in there already, or was on his way. He'd be getting the same call.

On the horizon was the sun, lighting up the pearly marble tombstones that looked too clean for a cemetery that was supposed to be old. His favorite was the Ravenwood Cemetery, but all the bad shit happened at this one, not at the other one.

The police tape that was wrapped around a large perimeter of tombstones was lifted for him when they saw his badge, giving him access to the crime scene. Why wasn't a detective called, come to think of it? The captain approached him, extending a hand to him before speaking. "Sorry to have called you so early Officer Brooks. There was a situation with the gravekeeper." Addison shook his head, resting his gloved hands on his hips as he started for the area that was surrounded by CSIs. This couldn't be good.

"What happened?" The captain was not far behind, his eyes toward Addison over directly ahead to the crime scene. "We got a call by a man that was here with his family. They were paying respects to their grandmother when they heard someone screaming. They didn't see anything but a blur, and then they saw him." That was Addison's cue to stop and take a look around. What he saw horrified him completely.

What was left of the gravekeeper was splattered over the tombstones in the area, brains and other such fleshy matter there as well. And the corpse itself was ripped to shreds, the rib cage jutting open and outwards, exposing the soft interior of the body. Blood soaked into the grass, looking redder than it should have. He grimaced a little at the smell, which was already starting to grow stale with the heat that was slowly coming up with the sun. Officer Brooks took a step color, seeing that the face was crushed with what looked like teeth. He furrowed his brows a little before moving closer, kneeling in a patch of grass that had little blood. He was getting it on him and that wasn't good...but he was too enraptured to care.

"Oh my God..." The smell made his stomach heave and he turned away before he could get bile on anything. This wasn't right. Maggots were already starting to eat the insides of this one, which meant something had been there that wasn't human. Usually maggots came in on the onset of three days...long after they would already have the body in their grasp. If this occurred only three hours ago then... "Didn't the call come in about four, you said?" The captain nodded, holding a cloth over his mouth from the smell.

Addison looked back at the body then towards the trees that stretched out on the estate that the cemetery was a part of. Fuck...there was a lot of land. Las Vegas wasn't completely a desert...as there were good neighborhoods made to look like a suburban area. On the other side of the trees were the Centennial Estates. Back to the body he looked, taking out a pen from his vest, pressing it against the underside of a flap of skin in the middle of the chest, lifting to reveal the empty cavity. "We have parts missing, Captain..."

This was different; Addison had to admit. Nothing had made him almost lose his lack of food...not ever.

[Spencer Davis]

In the meanwhile of that investigation, a very deep sleeper by the name of Spencer would be lounging about in his comfy stay, soaking up those hours of rest all what he could from the night before. His body was still trying to recover itself from that very night, the system trying to rid it of what contents he'd so indulged himself into. There wasn't anything wrong with drinking alone... Especially if it's in the comfort of your own home, and it gives you such pleasurable dreams as to be scoring with Kate Hudson.

"Katie, baby... c'mon... don't be a tease..."

Groaning with a sort of a grin, Spencer inhaled through a damp puddle of drool he'd made in the night, early morning beginning to exist soon enough. With only his nightly pants on, the Rookie rolled over onto his back, grumbling and humming still deep into REM. Though, in that seclusion of all what was so silent in the officer's apartment, there came an ear-splitting ring from his bedside, making his sweet visions of Kate soon 'poof' into nothingness.

Swiping a hand with unconscious aggression he pressed the talk button on the phone, hearing the other end's silence at the same time as it was held to his ear. "Davis? You there?" Spencer hummed albeit, eyes, still aching and shut, so desperate as to have sleep consume him again. "Dammit Davis, wake your ass up!" The voice came loud and low, and Spencer whined, his eyes flying open at the sound of the officer who'd just hated his guts- what was his face? Fatman? "Augh... Uncle fucker. What now?"

About a few orders and some scolding later Spencer grumbled and hung up his phone, hissing through his teeth to rise up from his bed and to get his belongings together. He cursed at his career, getting what all he could without much of any effort to be trimmed as much as he needed to be at the scene. He'd know that Addison would probably be there an hour before he would be anyway. Hell, the guy did so much work, he wondered why he hadn't gotten his ass kicked by the other officer by now. A slam, a click, and a vroom later the Rookie was off, his lack of caring of where the scene was diluted by the tiredness and pounding feeling he had in his head from the hangover he held about him.

Inhaling deeply, he cared not about the laws of the morning, knowing he could easily pay the ticket. But he felt that apathy kick in for just about everything, his driving careful, but all the same not, taking sharp turns and maintaining risky speeds in such a time of say. No one was really on the road, and even then, they'd be too drunk to really have to worry about calling the police on someone breaking the speed limit anyway. After so long in the car Spencer growled, reaching the scene, taking a heavy sigh, pulling back to that familiar silver Lexus of Addison's. Yep. He always was an early bird.

Gathering his badge from his uniform he squinted his eyes painfully from the sun peeking about, slamming his door to approach the flashing lights and somesuch about the crime area. "God... can't we ever have a quiet investigation?" A few other officers had turned then, recognizing him. "Ah! There's the other one!" He didn't respond, but when he'd gotten closer, heard another speak just behind the first. "Jesus, you look like you just survived a car-wreck." Spencer looked up at them, attempting a half-smile at those ranked above him. "Ah, you know. Just caught some of the Irish flu... Now, if you'll excuse me. "

Coming then to see where Addison would be crouching, Spencer hadn't taken a mental note about the men about the area holding handkerchiefs to their mouths. Inhaling all at the wrong moment, he didn't even get to greet his partner when the rotten smell choked him, with it scooping up all what he'd been keeping down.

Shock reached his face and he bolted off as best as he could, suddenly cold and confused, the people about the area scooted back, the Rookie spotting a perfect opening to just-- bile and other assorted things he'd eaten last night began to come up, his system heaving it up in a heavy mess. Spencer caught himself from falling on his fours, clutching his stomach tightly, feeling the worst part end. He shivered and shook, making a few of the surrounding officers laugh at his sheer stupidity. He whimpered, green eyes opening pathetically to pant softly, turning back to pull what cloth he had in his pocket out finally, putting it immediately to his mouth. How does Addison do it?

[Addison Brooks]

The officers were starting to retreat from the smell, a few of them even going so far as to cover their mouths and attempt to cover their noses. The heat was making the stench grow more vile and Addison felt his stomach churn again. Thinking of his zombie raising was easy in a situation like this, helping him keep the lack of contents in his stomach down. He closed his eyes and sighed, trying to calm himself at the same time as focus. Why was it so hard to come to crime scenes early in the morning as opposed to at night?

Squealing tires and the slam of a car door brought Addison's attention up, making the officer cock his head to the side. Who the hell would come and do that? Oh, only one person... Addison moved to stand just as he saw Spencer approaching. And as soon as the rookie had gotten there the smell had obviously hit him, causing him to bolt off and double over into the long grass. There went Spencer's night before meal. And possibly something else. Spencer was a drinker and Addison knew that.

The necromancer moved towards Spencer then, eyes narrowing a little on the laughing officers before Addison settled his hands onto his hips, pausing very near to his partner. And he spoke to the bastards that were talking. Everyone except for the captain was outranked by Addison. At least of those present. "I'm guessing you're all laughing because you think that you didn't lose your food. Wrong. I know you did. It's all around us..." Addison watched as the officers coughed and went silent, some of them trying not to smirk at the necromancer's words. Shaking his head Addison dropped down to one knee next to the rookie, reaching a hand out to pat him on the shoulder.

"Come on Spence. Let's get this over with so we can leave these bastards behind." He hooked one arm under his friend's and lifted him to his feet, supporting him as best as he could. Oh he'd lose his stance if Spencer decided to fall for any reason, but Addison had faith in his strength. The necromancer leaned forward a little, attempting to pivot his body to support Spencer without getting the chicken blood on his partner. He was covered in it after all. "They aren't worth half of what you are man. No need to get embarrassed. I'll kick their asses later for you."

Sincerity was in his tone that should have frightened anyone, yet Addison had little doubt that Spencer would not be shocked. Addison did spend more time around the rookie than anyone else. He glanced towards the body and then back to Spencer, thinking of what to say before he finally said it. "If you need to throw up again make sure you do it away from the body...because I swear I'm about to do so. If you do it, it'll make me."

He was trying to be a friend.

[Spencer Davis]

After the whole incident of hurling was done and over with, Spencer forced down his dry-heaves to the best of his ability, giving Addison a more grateful look than anyone else who'd have shown up to help him. "Thanks, man... I just need a breath of air is all..." Coughing a little bit more he turned away from his partner once he'd been completely helped up. Groaning out loud he wiped his mouth with that cloth, the off-yellow of bile coming off his lips as not to make himself seem like a newborn baby.

The grass crunched beneath his feet, boots buckled tight under that uniform of his. He'd be glad that none of whatever came up back there hadn't gotten to it, he had enough dirty laundry lying around as is. He'd hear Addison's comment about the worth of himself compared to the others and half-chuckled, making him feel a little better about what just happened. "Yeah... well, let's hope I didn't lose any of that worth just now. It sure felt like quite a bit." He knew well now that he was in a cemetery, a place where the dead could roam about at any time of the day- but, it was alright. He didn't care as much as he usually would have because of two things: one being the sunlight of the dawn, it kinda acting like a beacon from the dark, and two, his buddy.

Sure, it wasn't long enough for him to become his best friend, but he'd made a hell of a lot of effort in getting along with Spencer than the rookie would've expected. And he didn't mind it at all. Reaching his neck up to lay eyes on what all he'd bolted away from, the officer blinked hard, shaking his head to see what all he'd missed in blur. Handkerchief to his mouth, he grimaced with what all was revealed on his face, coming a little closer to the body.

"Sister Mary Joseph, what the Hell happened?"

[Addison Brooks]

It was true. Spencer had gotten closer to Addison than anyone in the past, even the necromancer's own family. Being disowned and hated because of what he was took no factor in his relationship with Spencer as the rookie was his partner and knew nothing about him. Other than the fact that he was from New Jersey, Addison hadn't revealed much. Hell, Spencer had never seen his home either. This was just peachy, wasn't it? He knew what he was doing and he knew that he had to hide a few things. How would Spencer react to him being one of the "monsters", as everyone called them?

The body came into full view and Addison let go of Spencer, covering his own mouth with one of his hands. That stench was absolutely vile now and hard to withstand, making the necromancer wish he had at least a little sleep so as not to be weak anymore. There were too many factors to his life and his reputation and he couldn't ruin them both by throwing up in front of the boys. No, that would be a very bad thing. Hearing his friend's question he replied in earnest, giving the truth in all that he could without vomiting. "We aren't sure. There's parts of the body missing...either stolen or eaten...and we can't figure out if it was lycanthrope or vampire."

Addison looked towards the horizon, where the colors of gold and orange were blending into a bright clear blue. That meant it was almost morning and they were just in time to catch the body before it was shipped off. The desert heat would destroy it. "I say vampire because the sun wasn't in the sky when the attack occurred." He focused then on the family that was trembling and being questioned by the officers off towards the side, on the other side of the police tape. Wasn't the grass always greener on the other side? In this case it was red. Addison looked down at the body before kneeling again, taking that pen closer while pulling the hem of his shirt over his face. The smell of chicken blood was far better than that of a human corpse.

He pushed back a few folds of skin on the face to reveal the white bone beneath. Motioning towards the bite marks with his finger, though not touching the area, he spoke calmly up to Spencer. The captain had returned again to listen to the dictations made. "The serration of the bone makes it appear more canine-molar like than vampire canines, which are usually more pointed and make clean cuts. This looks like someone was sawing through the bone with something almost as sharp as a lycan's. That rules out any chance of troll or something that might be in this area."

Addison wiped at his mouth now after removing his shirt from over it, breathing in hard to try and force the smell to not choke him. No such luck. His stomach churned and pushed up, making him dry heave for only a moment. Nothing else came up with that motion, thank God. Shaking his head, he pressed the pen to the flap of skin over the chest to show the empty cavity. "Not only the heart is missing...but it looks like the lungs and liver are too..." Which was strange.

The liver was always the least favorite of a meal...

[Spencer Davis]

Coming behind Addison, Spencer would breathe slowly, trying not to further make himself sick from what rotten smell the remnants of the mangled body possessed. Tasting that horrible after wash from the bile he'd just shoved from his system the underling of the rest of the boys stood there, horrified behind that cloth at what could have possibly done this sort of damage. Of course, there were always those animals out there who didn't give a flying fuck about anyone other than themselves... But who's to say this one wasn't controlled by someone else?

It would soon boil down to something, and Addison was already well on his way to figuring out what did the damage first and foremost. Hearing all what happened with the teeth marks Spencer dared to lean in just a bit more, that what was left in his stomach swashing about to threaten and come up again. He groaned through his cloth, blinking hard, but not moving from his spot, knowing he needed to be there to remember what his partner reported in order to be doing his duty as a partner as well. Slipping his eyes shut the Rookie took as careful of a breath as he could, knowing that somewhere between the smell of rotting flesh and taste of bile, there was some clean oxygen.

On the next breath though, when he'd heard the sticky peel from coagulating blood he'd then felt his stomach flip, wanting to throw out the rest of whatever it contained. The threat made Spencer groan, and he burped silently, feeling that wet sickness again. "Keep going, Addison. It's getting to be a chore to stand here." He really did try to stay there, all with his throbbing head, the regurgitation and the mutilated body being right in front of him, just dancing around him, mocking him.

Why was life so unfair?

[Addison Brooks]

The investigation was going good but it seemed that the officers involved weren't doing too hot. Especially Spencer. Addison knew how hard it was to keep your food down as a rookie since one had never been to a crime scene as bad as that. Spencer had of course. After working with Addison for the short amount of time that he had been Spencer was sure to learn a lot more than others in the near future. The necromancer finally concluded his findings, glancing up and around the area as he spoke. "We're looking at something that's not quite as much a predator or carnivore as lycanthropes and vampires."

He rose to his feet, his eyes narrowed on the trees in the distance. The neighborhood was on the other side of them and he knew that something had done something bad nearby. That meant the people in that area were going to have a killer on their hands. More murders were sure to happen. Back down to the body he watched, thinking about what he was going to do. The detectives should have been there looking after the body. What wasn't right was the lack of meat that seemed to be missing. There were no remnants of something eating those parts as he was sure there'd be something there.

"I think the thing that did this took a few souvenirs...which means it was aware of what it was doing. It could be a lycanthrope..." Blue eyes met Spencer's own two orbs, looking a little disappointed at the same time as tired. It was obvious that he was tired from the red lines that were still creeping over the scalera of his eyes. "...or a human." Now he paid more attention to the captain, giving the rest of his reported findings so he'd have it on file before he had to file the damn speculations. That was going to be a bitch. He'd have to go down to the station and fill out a report, which meant less sleep. In twelve hours he had to report to Animators Incorporated and interview clients. He would get no sleep by the end of this.

"It wasn't a vampire. Though I think someone should try and gain an audience with the Master of the City." At that the captain looked horrified, furrowing his brows angrily before speaking. "And who would you suggest? Yourself? You have work to fill out and the other officers are going to be scanning the area for the offender. Who is left?" Addison already knew who he wanted to go. There would be back-up of course, because the Master of the City was not to be taken lightly. And he spoke the one name that he knew was going to make everyone start.

"Spencer Davis."

[Spencer Davis]

With all what the wrapping up in the case that was going on, Spencer hissed again through his teeth, knowing that this would just be another body to pile on for the many Addison had taken him through. Why hadn't he been placed with someone else? Like that one Denver chic? Whew! "Thank God that's over with... Can we just figure the rest out at the station or something?"

Steering away from the body, Spencer began to sigh in his breaths, not feeling as strong as he had once after he'd gotten the worst out from first coming to the crime scene in the first place. Holding his oxygen in his chest Spencer shivered, heaving for just one moment away from the body to try and keep himself away from it all. He swore to himself that he'd never drink that heavily on a weeknight again... Even if he DID have the next day off. His attention came back and forth from the body, to Addison, and then to the officer, that dead grass crunching beneath his feet from the rubble and mess... Maybe a squish. He pursed his lips, cutting off his oxygen due to the pressure he put on his cloth, wanting nothing now to do with any of the scene, or the investigation for that matter.

Where was Katie when you wanted her most?

Though, someone had called his name, and he pivoted around, blinking in a little bit of a daze, not believing what he'd just heard. Eyes became a little wider at Addison, and he frowned behind the cloth, shaking his head a little. "Addy, buddy... You can't do this to me! I've never met the Master of the City! I can't even hold my own cookies, man..." He came just a bit closer, a step or two from the distance he'd made just a two or three yards away from his partner. It was because he was drinking... he knew it. Addison knew why he had a weak stomach- so why not just make his millennium?

[Addison Brooks]

The necromancer knew that Spencer was going to say something along the lines of that. NONE of them had met the Master of the City. He only gave audiences to the heads of the lycanthrope groups and even then they were scarce indeed. Addison had never met the Master and he was sure he was never going to get to. So he just let himself relax a little more in the knowledge that he was sane and that he wasn't the one going. The captain laughed then, looking to Spencer before back to Addison. "Addy? Your nickname is Addy?" Addison glared at Spencer before turning a little away, crossing his arms over his chest. "Send him to the Master of the City. I'm sure his sarcastic warmth will make the Master laugh a few times."

He growled a little then, wanting to get away from the people that he was surrounded with. There were people that he didn't respect and they were just assholes. But Spencer called him 'Addy' in front of the other boys, which meant he was going to be assaulted for it relentlessly until the day that he quit. "I'm sure that he can handle it." Addison looked back to Spencer, wanting to beat the crap out of him at the moment. Spencer was a rookie, let him learn.

"It'll be good for him. He might learn a little more about the internal workings of the supernatural world." A very evil glint came to his eyes before he spoke again. "I'm sure he'd appreciate that. It's only meant for the best, of course." Addison then moved towards the body again, kneeling back down one last time before finally speaking again. "The Master of the City should know what's going on, if not at all. Spencer can get that out of him. He'd make good friends with the Master."

The necromancer wasn't too pleased but he wasn't going to be mean to the rookie completely. Just act angry all day until the night, when Spencer would be sent to the Master of the City...if he was accepting visitors, that is.

[Spencer Davis]

Sonofabitch!

Spencer cursed in his head at both himself, and at Addison. Yeah, he was his partner and buddy, but shoving him off to see the Master of Mindfucks like that, just for calling him by a nicknamed he'd fashioned himself? Addison you little bitch! He glared back at the other officer, feeling the cold shoulder beginning to take in, like compressed air. He felt some sort of paining nervousness kick in after all what his partner has said about the Master of the City, turning now to the captain, speaking sounding much clearer than it had a minute ago. He shook off the sickness, now occupied by trying to pick himself back up from being assigned such a solemn task. "Yeah, you know what? I'll do it. And you know what? I'll bet you a hundred bucks, that I can make him laugh."

A few of the officers perked up to this offer, Spencer's more reckless, daring side kicking in. Yeah, sure. It wasn't like vampires were completely dead... Or alive. He was sure he could do something that could make him, her, it, laugh... right? "Are you serious, Davis? Oh all the stupid shit you've pulled..." Spencer backed up from the body, now facing the captain, arms raised, his smell beginning to adapt slowly, but surely to the rancid stench. "I've never been more serious in my life, Capt'n." Spencer then turned around, taking a look at Addison, not phased then at what the moron had put himself up to. He'd wonder what his own partner would think of him doing something like that? How on earth would he be able to do it in the first place? Would he get killed for trying?

"So who's up for a little gamble? One hundred for a laugh from the Master. Any bids?"

What. A. Dumbass.

[Addison Brooks]

Spencer was being a complete and utter dumbass! What nerve he had to act like this. Where did he think he was going to go with this? Making the Master laugh? Had he not heard the stories of what the Master of the City could do? Addison sighed and shook his head, directing his attention towards the rookie finally. Lowering his arms to his sides he moved closer to Spencer, reaching out and grabbing his partner by the collar. Jerking him forward and closer he hissed between his teeth. As he spoke the other officers moved to seperate them. Addison held on for all his strength...which was pretty damn good. "Are you stupid? There is no way you'll come out alive if you try and make him laugh. He's a hardass. He'll rip you into multiple pieces!"

Even though he was angry Addison would not make Spencer go. It was up to the captain, whom had started to scratch the back of his head. "Well...Spencer is a rookie...and he does need the field expertise. Perhaps this will be good." Spencer's offer for a gamble was being made and many of the officers took it up, nodding and laughing their agreement. Even the captain took part in the fun, holding up his hundred to show to the young officer as Addison was pulled off fully. "I'll take that bet. I'm gonna send Officer Jenkins and Officer Daniels with you to make sure you get that laugh out."

Addison growled then, still being held back from the rookie. This was so not fair! Spencer would surely die were he to remain around the Master of the City! Even going near him is dangerous! The necromancer finally gave up and was released from the grasp of the other officers. "If you think you're so tough then fine...deal with the Master of the City without me. And the paperwork." He adjusted his shirt and started to walk away, glancing back to speak only to the captain. "I'm going home and going to sleep. If you think Spencer is so great, then let him do it."

The captain sighed and looked between the two of them, his eyes dancing from first the rookie then to his partner. Raising a hand he motioned to the CSIs and spoke in a loud voice. "Alright boys! Let's finish up and get out of here!" He finally spoke to Spencer individually. "Thanks to you Addison was a lot more controllable. Go talk to him, please?" He then moved away, leaving Spencer to determine if he wanted to speak to the necromancer or not.

Hell, Addison was already at his car door unlocking it.

[Spencer Davis]

As Addison grabbed him by that collar of his, Spencer would automatically make some comical choking noise, his eyes wide. He'd pause once his partner would speak, and the rookie blinked at him. He does indeed have a point... Be ripped to shreds? Or get money...?

He would then space off into that moment, his eyes averting to the sky beginning to blue above them. Those blue-greens blinked again, and he hummed out loud, thinking hard as what to do in a situation like this. "Nah, I'll be fine. I'm gonna either get rich, or die tryin'." He didn't laugh, but raised his eyebrows in question. He had no real guarantee on life, and neither did his buddy, but who's to say one had any control as what to expect when working in a department like this?

He felt Addison let go and then storm off, and the rookie groaned, taking in the chief's word. He knew the guy was right... Addison was his friend, and he probably shouldn't have been making such an ass of himself with what little sleep, and detoxification he'd gotten from the night before. But that was his own fault, and he wore a smug frown, glaring at the sun beginning to rise. "Will do, Chief." And with that, he headed off, his feet at first not making much of an effort to sift through that dirt and hot sand in the graveyard. Patches of green would come up until he hit solid grass, at which point he'd begin to see his partner head off to the car.

"Addison! Wait up!" He trekked a little faster, something in between a trot and some tard half-run. He didn't know, but it took him to the car of Addison, his hands coming then to rest on the hood. "...Why're you in such a hurry, pal?"

[Addison Brooks]

Spencer being the dick that he was was the only thing that would make Addison hate someone. Granted he didn't like anyone but he also didn't like anything. His life consisted of the cold and lifeless, the undead, and work. That was all that incorporated his lifestyle and that was all he'd ever needed for a long time. Addison opened his car door and glanced up when he heard Spencer's voice, his eyes narrowed before he spoke, this time anger lacing his voice like poison. "Fuck you asshole." He gave a growl and moved to get into his car, about to slide the key into the ignition before he thought twice of it. Might as well confront the bastard rookie now than get the repercussions later. Imagine how he'd feel if he became vampire bait?

Addison got out of the car again, slamming the door and starting for Spencer. When he was close enough he lashed out, attempting to hit the young man directly in the jaw. They were the same age and they were generally around the same height, so hitting him should have been easy. Not to mention Spencer was still a little twitchy from the body. Addison was serious about this considering how sick he felt about the body as well. But Addison's voice carried out at the same time as the punch was being thrown. "Were you born retarded?! Do you have any idea how you embarrassed me!?" He growled at Spencer and tightened his hands into fists at his side, tempted to draw his gun and use it in a threat.

A few other officers watched him, not moving since Addison's wrath was none to them. He'd gone so far as to being suspended for a few weeks without pay when he managed to beat someone in the department. That person transferred out before Addison had gotten a reprieve and came back. He shook his head, feeling the biting words at the tip of his tongue but limiting them a bit. "I swear to God, you're a fucking idiot! Make bets about the Master of the City, go ahead. He's a dick, and he's a vampire. He'll chew on you before he does anything else, including listen to you!" The officer was more than enraged at his friend's stupidity and at the moment he didn't feel like much of a friend.

"Are you really going to go through with suicide this time around?" Addison wanted to go with Spencer, he wanted to go and protect his friend. Spencer was all that he had, and if he lost him, what else was there but undeath and blood?

[Spencer Davis]

What was into Addison? Why was he being so temperamental over such a little thing like the Master of the City? It wasn't like he was the one who was going to go make fang-face laugh... Right? RIGHT!

Narrowing his brows at his friend, he began to grow a little more frustrated with the actions and words that Addison was making towards him. Those vomit greens narrowed at him and Spencer folded his arms over his chest. Was he doubting his friend's abilities to make the Master laugh? Or was it something else? "Jeez man, take that stick outta your ass and listen to yourself-" His speech was then abruptly cut off from him in the form of Addison's fist. A low and loud grunt of pain would erupt from his throat at the hit. He staggered back, shock taking him over and leaving him only with the option to blink.

It hadn't been for those few moments that Spencer had actually not felt anything, but soon tasted a metallic taste in his mouth. Blinking at the punch, he finally felt enough nerves gather in his arm to raise it to his lips, taking away a smear of dark red, some of it already clinging to his dry skin. Those eyes darted up to Addison, not believing that he had actually done such a thing. Those insults had come next, pounding at the man across from him hatefully. "What the fuck?!" His gaze kept on Addison until he felt the aftermath of his own anger settle, now simply completely irritated at the punch and his attitude. He was just being cocky. That didn't earn a sock in the mouth... did it?

"Christ, Addison. You know, I think I will... And you know, I bet I'll make him laugh! I'll make fang-face double-over, even!" He then began to walk away from the other officer's car towards his own, thinking even more about the crime scene, shouting afterward. "You can have the damn case, I'll be making the Master get his kicks." The poor sap just didn't know when to quit, and it was that which had gotten him into trouble. As he opened the door once more to his own car, he assumed to get in, being the kid and brat that he was. Once in that driver's seat he shut and locked his doors, leaning his seat back and slipping his eyes shut as he tongued the place which began to throb soon enough.

As he went over a certain area, he then felt a wiggle of his hardened adult teeth, and his eyes flared wide, tonguing the area again. ...Oh no. A hand went up to the tooth, and he wiggled it gently, causing it to then make a fleshy 'plunk' from his mouth. Seeing the white tinted with the red of his own blood, he cursed out loud at what he found out Addison had done. GREAT!

"Fuckin' A!"

[Addison Brooks]

Addison could have said something to make amends with his friend rather than get as angry as he did but he found nothing that came to the surface. He was far beyond pissed now and he simply wanted to destroy all that had been worked on so hard. If Spencer wanted to be a dick and get himself killed then there was nothing that he could do about it. In fact he wanted Davis to get a chance to meet and greet death. Addison worked with it every day. Sometimes he just felt dead from all the necromantic power that flowed through him. It was hard to live with sometimes and he wasn't surprised when it managed to kick the crap out of him at night, threatening to sever his ties to the dead that he raised on a nightly basis. Addison sighed and ran one hand through his hair, listening to what the bastard before him was saying.

"I'll take the case, and I'll laugh over your cold dead corpse when it comes back to us in a matchbox!" Addison watched Spencer start to walk away, immediately regretting what he'd said. He wasn't surprised that he felt that bad, considering Spencer was his only friend and would only ever seem to be the only friend that he had. He wasn't about to make amends to someone that refused to talk to him face to face. And watching Spencer storm off had felt worse on his conscience than anything else. He wanted to reach out, grab him and tell him to stay. But that was a big no no considering how much of a hardass Addison made himself out to be half of the time. He didn't know if Spencer was truly one of his friends or just pretending to be to look tough, but he was going to do what he could to at least give a little protection to his friend.

Addison moved quickly, approaching Spencer's car before knocking on the window. He wanted the rookie to roll it down so he could get a little bit inside. He needed to get a pure contact with his friend in order to cast his power over him. It was going to take away half of Addison's concentration but he was willing to bet that it would help protect Spence a little more than just going in the Master's lair alone with two uniformed officers would. Addison cleared his throat and knocked again. He wanted to tell Spencer that he was sorry, but offering protection was the closest thing that the rookie would get.

If anything else at all.

He kept his eyes on the rookie, trying to smile but only managing a little curve of the lips. At least he was trying, right?