The Supernatural Saga
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VINCENT: PART II
https://i.imgur.com/k4wb278.jpg
With his new promotion to Detective, Vincent is finds himself with many heavy burdens on his shoulders. Still unsure as to whether or not vampires exist in SimNation, he resolves to use his detective skills to find out once and for all.
Chapter One.
A few months had passed since Vincent’s twilight visitor had crept into his apartment. He never fully remembered what happened that night and he wasn’t entirely sure if it even happened. Due to more missing Sims, his caseload increased exponentially which meant that he barely saw his apartment. He took that as a blessing though; he figured if he wasn’t home it meant less opportunities for any more strange night-time hallucinations. Plus, the extra work hours meant more time for Chief Salisbury to take notice of his existence. Eventually, she did and after many weeks of hard graft Vincent finally got his detective badge.
https://i.imgur.com/zFqzfkX.jpg
He always imagined he would be ecstatic about making detective. Instead, he just felt flat knowing that the only reason he received it was because the SMPD were short on detectives.
The ‘rot’ that had started in San Myshuno was now spreading further and further throughout SimNation. Missing Sim cases were now taking him to places as remote as Oasis Springs.
https://i.imgur.com/FrwXvhn.jpg
Smaller cities and towns were finding the ever-growing number of cases overwhelming and requested experienced officers from larger cities to help.
Yet another case brought him to an affluent area of Willow Creek. This time it was a female Sim’s husband who’d vanished. She told officers how she’d hoped he was just having an affair with the maid. However, when questioned, the maid admitted she’d never even met the husband. Later, the wife found out that her husband hadn’t shown up to work for three weeks and only then did she think to call the WCPD.
https://i.imgur.com/rHvKA9v.jpg
As Vincent worked the scene, he considered the most likely scenarios in his head.
The wife wasn’t telling the whole truth?
Vincent could sense that she didn’t seem like the type to lie, especially to law enforcement. She clearly needed her husband around to pay the bills as there was no way she would be able to afford this kind of neighbourhood alone without a secret trip to the Motherloders.
Simoleans. Probably why she panicked so much when he hadn’t shown up to work for three weeks.
His thoughts drifted to the maid. There was no evidence to suggest an affair and she seemed genuine when she said she’d never met him.
Dismissed.
Vincent sighed as he picked up a fingerprint brush and began dusting a nearby painting for prints.
https://i.imgur.com/tGXpjRi.jpg
“Aliens!” He blurted out to the, what he believed to be, empty room.
“Er, Sir...” said an officer who was standing right behind him, “you do know there’s no such thing, right?” Bewilderment and a slight hint of amusement were written all over his face as Vincent spun around so fast he nearly knocked the painting off the wall.
Righting himself, Vincent let out an embarrassed, awkward laugh and turned to continue dusting the painting. After fifteen silent minutes had gone by, he suddenly announced to the officer that it was his break time.
“I’m done here. You can finish up here, right? Thanks.”
He placed the brush and powder carefully back into their kit, bagged and labelled the evidence he’d just collected and promptly left the room.
https://i.imgur.com/MWAsmIR.jpg
Whilst taking his break, Vincent enjoyed the blistering Willow Creek sun and devoured his leftover grilled cheese sandwich. He was almost finished eating his meal when a wicked thought wormed its way into his mind and shattered his short-lived serenity.
Vampires.
He couldn’t help but think that all these missing Sim cases were somehow related. Cases that seemed completely separate were starting to develop alarmingly similar details. Sims were always disappearing at night, long stretches of little to no contact and very unconcerned family members. The latter bothered Vincent tremendously; it was almost as if they had been brainwashed into not caring at all. His colleague’s suspicious death, the vague memory of what happened in his apartment...
Vincent nearly choked on his last mouthful and shook his head at his own ridiculousness as his phone blared beside him. He swallowed his food, cleared his throat and answered his phone.
“Valentine.”
https://i.imgur.com/N239upI.jpg
“Are you finished with the Willow Creek case, yet?” An officer enquired.
“Just about finished up here. Witnesses have been questioned, statements recorded and evidence has been bagged and labelled. There’s not much else to do here now so I was about to head back to the precinct and catch up on some things,” said Vincent flatly.
“Well, it’s just that you’re needed elsewhere, a place called...” Vincent heard the distinct sound of ruffled paper on the other end of the line, “Forgotten Hollow. Never heard of it myself but apparently it’s just outside of Granite Falls.”
“Granite Falls?” Asked a surprised Vincent, “that’s at least a few hours away from here,” he did some quick travel planning is his head.
With mental directions confirmed, he resentfully resigned to his work commitments and assured the officer that he was on en route.
So much for his nice, quiet afternoon catching up on paperwork.
https://i.imgur.com/k4wb278.jpg
With his new promotion to Detective, Vincent is finds himself with many heavy burdens on his shoulders. Still unsure as to whether or not vampires exist in SimNation, he resolves to use his detective skills to find out once and for all.
Chapter One.
A few months had passed since Vincent’s twilight visitor had crept into his apartment. He never fully remembered what happened that night and he wasn’t entirely sure if it even happened. Due to more missing Sims, his caseload increased exponentially which meant that he barely saw his apartment. He took that as a blessing though; he figured if he wasn’t home it meant less opportunities for any more strange night-time hallucinations. Plus, the extra work hours meant more time for Chief Salisbury to take notice of his existence. Eventually, she did and after many weeks of hard graft Vincent finally got his detective badge.
https://i.imgur.com/zFqzfkX.jpg
He always imagined he would be ecstatic about making detective. Instead, he just felt flat knowing that the only reason he received it was because the SMPD were short on detectives.
The ‘rot’ that had started in San Myshuno was now spreading further and further throughout SimNation. Missing Sim cases were now taking him to places as remote as Oasis Springs.
https://i.imgur.com/FrwXvhn.jpg
Smaller cities and towns were finding the ever-growing number of cases overwhelming and requested experienced officers from larger cities to help.
Yet another case brought him to an affluent area of Willow Creek. This time it was a female Sim’s husband who’d vanished. She told officers how she’d hoped he was just having an affair with the maid. However, when questioned, the maid admitted she’d never even met the husband. Later, the wife found out that her husband hadn’t shown up to work for three weeks and only then did she think to call the WCPD.
https://i.imgur.com/rHvKA9v.jpg
As Vincent worked the scene, he considered the most likely scenarios in his head.
The wife wasn’t telling the whole truth?
Vincent could sense that she didn’t seem like the type to lie, especially to law enforcement. She clearly needed her husband around to pay the bills as there was no way she would be able to afford this kind of neighbourhood alone without a secret trip to the Motherloders.
Simoleans. Probably why she panicked so much when he hadn’t shown up to work for three weeks.
His thoughts drifted to the maid. There was no evidence to suggest an affair and she seemed genuine when she said she’d never met him.
Dismissed.
Vincent sighed as he picked up a fingerprint brush and began dusting a nearby painting for prints.
https://i.imgur.com/tGXpjRi.jpg
“Aliens!” He blurted out to the, what he believed to be, empty room.
“Er, Sir...” said an officer who was standing right behind him, “you do know there’s no such thing, right?” Bewilderment and a slight hint of amusement were written all over his face as Vincent spun around so fast he nearly knocked the painting off the wall.
Righting himself, Vincent let out an embarrassed, awkward laugh and turned to continue dusting the painting. After fifteen silent minutes had gone by, he suddenly announced to the officer that it was his break time.
“I’m done here. You can finish up here, right? Thanks.”
He placed the brush and powder carefully back into their kit, bagged and labelled the evidence he’d just collected and promptly left the room.
https://i.imgur.com/MWAsmIR.jpg
Whilst taking his break, Vincent enjoyed the blistering Willow Creek sun and devoured his leftover grilled cheese sandwich. He was almost finished eating his meal when a wicked thought wormed its way into his mind and shattered his short-lived serenity.
Vampires.
He couldn’t help but think that all these missing Sim cases were somehow related. Cases that seemed completely separate were starting to develop alarmingly similar details. Sims were always disappearing at night, long stretches of little to no contact and very unconcerned family members. The latter bothered Vincent tremendously; it was almost as if they had been brainwashed into not caring at all. His colleague’s suspicious death, the vague memory of what happened in his apartment...
Vincent nearly choked on his last mouthful and shook his head at his own ridiculousness as his phone blared beside him. He swallowed his food, cleared his throat and answered his phone.
“Valentine.”
https://i.imgur.com/N239upI.jpg
“Are you finished with the Willow Creek case, yet?” An officer enquired.
“Just about finished up here. Witnesses have been questioned, statements recorded and evidence has been bagged and labelled. There’s not much else to do here now so I was about to head back to the precinct and catch up on some things,” said Vincent flatly.
“Well, it’s just that you’re needed elsewhere, a place called...” Vincent heard the distinct sound of ruffled paper on the other end of the line, “Forgotten Hollow. Never heard of it myself but apparently it’s just outside of Granite Falls.”
“Granite Falls?” Asked a surprised Vincent, “that’s at least a few hours away from here,” he did some quick travel planning is his head.
With mental directions confirmed, he resentfully resigned to his work commitments and assured the officer that he was on en route.
So much for his nice, quiet afternoon catching up on paperwork.
