Amateur Hour

"It went south, this was a shit plan, we should have killed him when we had the chance", the chorus baby sounded pissed and for good reason, he was against this shit to begin with and once again he was overruled by a prince that doesn't know his history.  Fucking with werewolves, fucking brilliant he thought to himself.
"We need to clean this up, what do we know about this guy?", Jackson knew he fucked up, but he also knows that dwelling on fuck ups is pointless, the rule of thumb is if something goes sideways, you kill everyone up, mop up the blood and call it a night.
"He's just some hipster white boy with a blog.  He's made a lot of calls to some girl named Julie, his girlfriend I'm guessing.  As far as I can tell he was a loner outside of that.  I sent a contact down to see if we can find the girl, all we found was a torn up apartment, blood everywhere.  No sign of him or her", Damien knew full well he wasn't telling him everything, but fuck this guy, let him sweat it for a while, maybe he will learn something. 
"Find them, anyone that talks, eliminate them and that includes Tomas. Do your job, get it done", the phone clicked.  "Fuck", Damien said to himself.  Sitting in his car, his latest recorded tracks playing on his system, he leaned back in his seat looking across the parking lot of Red No. 5.
He knew what he had to do, finding people that don't want to be found was hard enough, finding a werewolf pup is going to be that much harder, especially if the wolves got to him first.  His best bet was finding the girl and there was no sign of her so far.  The sun was coming up, whatever he was going to do, he wasn't going to do it himself and it sure as shit wasn't going to happen tonight.  His options were both shit.  It was either the Nosferatu or a day walker, neither of which he cared for and even less so coming to them asking for a favor.
He picked up his phone from the console as he started up the car, dialed a number and put it on speaker as he started driving for his apartment.
"Hello?", the guy on the line sounded nervous, Damien thought to himself, he should be.  "It's Damien, listen up thin blood, I need a favor, no questions asked.  You come through and I'll make your dreams come true."  The words hung their for a second or two, "What do you need?", this time the voice was more confident.
"I'm looking for a girl, I'm texting you the info.  I need her found today.  When I get up tomorrow night, I only want to hear good news from you", Damien's voice was threatening, the message clear, the reward he knew was more then a day walker could ever hope for.  Damien would have ordinarily just hung up and assumed full compliance, but on this particular occasion he needed to know this kindred was onboard.
"You got it", the thin blood said.   "Good, text me the moment the sun sets", Damien hung up.
Damien was on the road thinking about the situation, mouthing incomprehensible words to himself, his temper flaring.  Suddenly he slammed his hand on the steering wheel while shouting out "fuck!" in a deep almost animalistic voice.  He knew what he had to do, this wasn't just some situation, this was a full blown bomb about to explode in his face, he had to double up.  He called out to his phone.  "Siri, call sewer rat on speaker"´, Siri responded quickly "Calling sewer rat on speaker".  The phone rang several times before the creature answered.
"Damien, watcha ya say man", the mans thick Jamaican accent disturbed Damien, something about that voice and the face that went with it just irked him.  It took all of the self control he could muster not to be a complete dick to him.  "I'm looking for two people, I'm sending you the info, I need them found today", that was all the politeness he could come up with.  There was a pause, Damien could hear the Nosferatu fumbling with his phone, he imagined is Tyrannosaurus Rex hands and claws fingering an iphone, it made Damien smile for a brief moment.
"Ju got it man, I find your white folk", the voice was filled with glee, like a happy child who just got a bag of candy.  Damien knew what was coming next. "Dis for the man Chorus Boy?", it was part question, part insult and all appraisal.  The Nosferatu was trying to gauge his price and wanted to make sure Damien knew that he gave fuck all about the fact that he was the Sheriff.  To Damien this was a tough call, on the one hand he could make the claim it was for the prince, it would get him out of having to make a deal on his own behalf, but he would have to deal with Jacksons disappointment in his ability to handle shit, the alternative was owing a Nosferatu a favor, definitely in the top 3 list of shit he hated. 
"This is a favor for me", Damien said through his teeth.  "alright b'ra, I got jur back".  The deal was struck, the conversation over.  There was no telling what it was going to cost him, but whatever it was, he would have to pony up or this is the last time the Nosferatu would answer his call, not to mention the countless other benefits this sewer rat provided.  It was the end to a shit conversation, comprised of a shit deal, on a shit night.
Damien tossed his phone into the passenger seat.  It was 5:30am and the sun would be up in 15 minutes, while he was 10 minutes away from his apartment.  
As he dropped the keys in a bowl in the entry way to his apartment, a soft voice from inside of the apartment called out.  "Cutting it close!", she said.  The words didn't matter to him, he was just glad to hear a familiar voice that didn't place a demand on his time, at least not one he minded fulfilling.  As he walked into the bedroom the gorgeous women was under the silk sheets on the bed.  "Hey baby, how was your night", she said.  "FUBAR", he replied as he removed his suit jacket and threw it on a chair.  "So I heard", she said.  "I can't take this shit for much longer", Damien replied, his voice half broken.  
"Come on baby, let Naomi make it all better", the voice of an angel.