I’m A Rookie With The Winchester Police Department Supernatural’s Division: I Have A Stalker

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Of course, on top of a blood sucking serial killer, I now have this to deal with.

FML.

If you're new, you can read what I've been covering in my therapy sessions: here.

I might have to move my therapy session up from next week. It’s just been punch after punch these past couple weeks and honestly? I feel like I’m about to crash out.

Which is really disappointing because according to my therapist I’ve been making really good progress. I went down from two sessions a week to two every month for crying out loud!

Addressing the elephant in the title, I’m pretty sure the stalking started sometime after Halloween. I’m not sure when I picked up on it, but it started off small. The quick flicker of a shadow in my peripheral vision. The feeling of being watched or followed, only to find nobody there when I tuned around. The small pit of dread that formed in my stomach after thinking I heard my name being whispered in the wind.

A sense of paranoia started to invade the back of my mind. Deep down I knew something was wrong, but I couldn’t quite place what.

Then everything came to a head the other night. My stalker approached me while I was in my backyard.

It was almost midnight. The sun had long since set. Pale blue light shone from the moon, bouncing off the litany of stars that littered the sky, making them glow ethereally. The celestial beauty was in its waxing gibbous phase. Not quite full, but close. The full moon would show itself in a day or two.

I live out in the woods, on the outskirts of Winchester, far away from people. I know it’s shocking, a self proclaimed city-girl roughing it in the wild. But I gotta say, it’s pretty damn peaceful out here. At least it was.

My home is a one story timber frame log cabin that was built in the late eighties. Since it was quite the fixer upper, I got it for dirt cheap. Most of the renovations have been completed though. The last things on my list are to fix the gutters above the porch, paint my bedroom, re-tile the kitchen floors, and fix a pesky leak in the roof.

I’d been out on the back patio sipping on a cold beer, stargazing. My eye particularly gazing upon the Cassiopeia, Orion, and Andromeda constellations. The quiet sounds of nature and the heat radiating off my crackling bonfire, coupled with the scenery, made for a perfectly relaxing activity. Just the thing I needed after an exhausting day at work.

I was on the cusp of falling asleep when something suddenly pulled me to attention. The sound of a stick breaking and leaves gently crunching just beyond the tree line.

I sat up in the green lawn chair I’d been lounging in, sobering up quickly. Slowly, my eyes analyzed the tree line and accompanying surroundings. ”Lucy~ the wind seemed to whisper, tauntingly.

Then I saw them. Soft glowing yellow eyes. The figure they belonged to loomed beneath the dark depths provided by the trees canopy. Then slowly, they pushed forward, revealing the tip of a glistening black snout. Soon, the moonlight illuminated a large white wolf.

My breath hitched in my throat as the wolf stood there at the edge of my property, watching, waiting. Analyzing. Those piercing eyes gazed right into my soul.

My staring contest with The White Wolf couldn’t have lasted more than thirty seconds, but in the moment it felt like thirty minutes.

A sweet tinkling emanated from the metallic wind chimes that hung on the low branches of my trees as a gentle breeze blew by. On other branches, dangling dream catchers and cedar bundles swayed in tandem with the wind. A slight feeling of relief rushed through me as I was reminded of all the protective wards surrounding my property. Two twin horseshoes were nailed to a pair of old oak trees at the apex of the yard. And every couple of days I’d walk the perimeter of the cabin, replenishing the mountain ash that lined the outside of my home.

With a slight chuff, The White Wolf stood in place and bowed his head while still maintaining eye contact. The look it gave was as if it were trying to say “I’ll get you one day. You’re mine.”

Then, just as suddenly as the creature appeared, it disappeared back into the woods where it came from.

Once again alone, I chugged the rest of my beer and went inside for the night. Paranoia wracked my brain rendering me unable to sleep. Like I was going to anyway after that interaction.

The White Wolf definitely wasn’t a regular lupine, my wards proved that fact. If it’s fae or something else, I don’t know. However, I have a sneaking suspicion this might be connected to Demon Dan in some way. But right now he’s like a fart lost in the wind, so…

Anyway, enough about me. You guys don’t come here to solely read about my personal crap. Nah, you come for the action and to see me get my ass handed to me time after time. I get it. I understand.

It’s why I’m still a rookie. I have only been at Winchester PD for about eight months now.

Moving on, there’s an update on Rudy, our supposed serial killer. I say supposed because the results came back on the blood we found on his clothes. It wasn’t human but cervid- deer blood.

That doesn’t mean he isn’t responsible for the deaths of Lana and our other victims. We just needed something concrete to prove it. Sure we have Ms. Walker’s witness testimony, but that’s circumstantial at best. Do you know how easy it is for the brain to misremember things? How easily memories can be misinterpreted, manipulated, and influenced?

And on top of all that, because Rudy is lucid- for the most part- the division doesn’t have grounds for termination. He’s a revenant, yes, but so far all we can prove is that he drank Bambi like a god damned Capri-sun.

For now, he’s being kept in one of the maximum security underground holding cells until we can prove he’s our killer or someone from The Court comes along to evaluate his case.

All Dustin and I could do is keep working the case until Rudy revealed something or new evidence surfaced. So that’s exactly what we did.

The morning after my encounter with The White Wolf was a bad one. My mind and body were exhausted from the lack of sleep and overthinking. During the commute to work, I was constantly peeking out the rearview mirror of my car, paranoid that I would spot it again. Standing, staring, analyzing.

I could’ve sworn I heard my name being whispered into my ear in the precinct’s parking lot. A quick look over my shoulder revealed the lot to be desolate of any living things. When I turned back around, the living shit was scared out of me.

“Ow! What the hell, Hale?” Dustin questioned rubbing his sore shoulder in an attempt to relieve the pain. I’d punched the appendage out of reflex after he startled me.“What’s got you so jumpy?”

“Had a bad night,” I replied apologetically.

Dustin pressed his lips together as he got a good look at me in the morning light. Still tending to his shoulder he said, “I can tell. You look like shit.”

“You gotta reason for sneaking up on me this morning, Dustin?” I asked, my lack of sleep making me more irritable than normal. I was seriously debating punching him again in the same spot just for the way he was grinning down at me.

“Well, I’ve been thinking,” he shoved his hands into his pockets to escape from the cold November air, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“Oh no, should I be worried?” I interjected with a sarcastic smile, heading towards the precinct.

Dustin rolled his eyes, his grin deepened before he followed after me into our place of work. “About Rudy. How we might be able to get something out of him.”

“We’ve both been interrogating him for the past two days, Dustin, and we still can’t get him to say anything,” I had to remind him as we walked through the main corridor after the lobby.

“I understand that, Lucky, but hear me out. Good cop, bad cop?”

I stopped, scoffing after pressing the down button on the elevators. “Let me guess, you want to be bad cop?”

Ding! The elevator I summoned reached our floor, the doors gliding open. We both stepped in. “No, actually, I was thinking you could be bad cop on this one. My gut is telling me if you get him upset enough you might lodge something free from his memory.”

Dustin stuck a key into the button panel. With a satisfying click, another hidden panel popped open. The white button lit up with a golden light as he pressed it.

“Don’t tell me you actually believe in that amnesia crap act?” I crossed my arms into my chest as the doors closed.

Davidson shrugged. “I mean… he did turn himself in. He seems like he genuinely doesn’t remember something.”

“I know, but something about him just doesn’t sit right with me.”

The door to the elevator opened as we reached the bottom floor. Dustin stepped out first, and I followed. We walked down a long concrete corridor filled with doors on either end, nearly all the rooms containing some type of dangerous supernatural. The division was still reeling from the events on Halloween night. Plus there seemed to have been an unusual surge of supernatu...

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