David Kingsley was already a Chief Inspector in a suburb of London, when he met a woman with green eyes. Two years later and David was alone again raising a son. The boy was named Arthur. He moved the child and himself to the States in a vain attempt to find Arthur's mother. She had vanished as if made of steam from a hot bath.
Arthur grew fast into his fathers shoes, graduating a year early from high school, and as valedictorian. University was rather taxing on both Mr. Kingsley and Arthur; poor but bright was a common tale. He started working for the Chicago police force the day he turned 18. Enrolling in the service allowed Arthur to attend college at nights and weekends. Working at a feverish pace Arthur earned award after award, setting new records for almost everything he tried. He was given seven special commendation his first year as an officer. Arthur worked as diligently as he could, but he didn't notice his father wilting with age. The cancer that had been eating away at Mr. Kingsley was too far along to do anything but try and make him feel comfortable.
Dates are flimsy things to attach to memories, but the day Arthur was promoted to detective was the day his father was to be buried. After his fathers death he received his bachelor's degree in criminal law. Nothing escaped his notice on a case, the smallest clue was always waiting for him. Pride goeth before the fall, and Arthur fell.
This case was new, bizarre, even horrifying. Two well know thugs has been ripped apart and bitten many times, blood was all over the warehouse. No finger prints, no witness, and the only thing Arthur had to go on was a single bullet logged in a wall seven blocks from the crime. During the first two months of the investigation nothing new was discovered. Crime lords, pimp, dealers, con-artists; everyone was pulled in and asked questions. Arthur started to lose sleep working 20 hour days for months. The girl he had been seeing left, his apartment was closed and boarded up on day, his bank account was emptied, his car stolen, nothing was willing to give this man a break.
After just over a year something in him snapped. Either he went mad or saw the light, but either way he started to figure it out. Nothing human could have done this, ergo it must have been something inhuman. Armed with this thought the trail was easy to follow. Confronting the two ghouls Arthur was very lucky. After emptying his fathers Beretta 92SB both half-human guards were unable to stop him from walking into Willamina's feeding chambers.
Arthur Kingsley
(Stefan)
Fri May 22, 2009 10:26 pm