The Unsoundness of Mind, Body and Soul

The Unsoundness of Mind, Body and Soul The Unsoundness of Mind, Body and Soul

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Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

A young detective finds herself attracted to a man that saved her the night her wedding was sabotaged by a deadly being. She lost her husband and reached out to him, but does he have a split personality that makes him someone completely different?

Summary

A young detective finds herself attracted to a man that saved her the night her wedding was sabotaged by a deadly being. She lost her husband and reached out to him, but does he have a split personality that makes him someone completely different?

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Unsoundness of Mind, Body and Soul

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A young detective finds herself attracted to a man that saved her the night her wedding was sabotaged by a deadly being. She lost her husband and reached out to him, but does he have a split personality that makes him someone completely different?

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Submitted: September 25, 2012

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Prologue

The smell of asphalt filled her nostrils, and she lay with warm blood dripping down her face. She couldn’t quite open her eyes yet, but she could hear ringing in her ears, and her head was pounding. She blinked a few times before getting her eyes to open fully. She was lying in an alley, unaware of what happened and how she got there in the first place. The wedding dress she was in was bloodstained and torn. Rain began pouring down onto the New York streets. She finally found the strength to sit up, her red hair a tangled mess. Her blue eyes searched around her, to try to find some familiarity of the area, but nothing made sense. Last time she checked, she was staring up into the icy blue eyes of her soul mate, opening her mouth to say “I do”, now she’s in the dark, smelling iron, asphalt and gasoline. She heard a soft voice calling towards her. “Miss, are-are you all right?” She saw a dark figure walking towards her, she panicked, afraid. He kneeled down beside her, pulling out a handkerchief, wiping the blood from her face. “My name is Jason, Jason Isaacs.”

Chapter 1

It’s been three months since the loss of my ‘would be’ husband. I stare at the photograph of us that’s still sitting on my bedside table. I study my happy eyes, staring into his. His fluffy honey brown hair, falling into his eyes, his smile wide, staring back at me. We looked so happy. I can’t help to cry a little. It still hurts, we were so perfect for each other. A part of me wishes that Jason guy, or whatever his name was, never found me in that alley, so I could still be with Paul, I didn’t really mind dying, anything to be with my love again. I sigh and quickly wipe the tears from my eyes, standing up and stretching. I make my way to the bathroom, switching on the hot water to the shower. Suddenly, I start wondering what happened to the Jason guy, I haven’t seen him since that dreadful night. I sigh, undressing and stepping into the shower. Letting the hot water hit my face, I force my emotions to the back of my mind, wanting to feel numb again. I hate crying, I feel as if it’s a weakness, and in my profession, I can’t have weaknesses. I quickly run some shampoo and conditioner in my hair, then body wash over my body, feeling my time is running short before I got to be at work. Slowly I step out of the shower, drying off and throwing on a pair of black slacks and a button down green blouse, leaving the top button undone. On the way to work, I make a quick stop at Dunken Donuts getting me a large coffee and two cream filled donuts with chocolate icing on top. I munch on them as I drive quickly to the NYPD. I’m currently studying as a crime scene investigator, and criminal psychologist, and over the last month they’ve allowed me to be on the field instead of having my nose crammed in text books. I climb out of my 1972 powder blue Buick Skylark, I’ve had this car since I got my license. It used to be my dad’s when he was a teenager. I secure the doors and head inside, another long day it seems, already the phones are ringing, I see a man with a bloody face being escorted in, this is going to be fun. I head to the man that’s “in charge” of me, Detective Greg Stephenson.

“Good morning Detective G, hope ya had a good night?” He looks at me, arching an eyebrow, knowing I honestly don’t give a rats ass how his night went, I’m just trying to be friendly.

“Eh, could’ve been better….but someone has to be stubborn” A smirk makes its way across his face as he wiggles his eyebrows, Fucking pervert.

I say quietly to him, “You’re the one that said no fuckin’ around with coworkers, just following your orders….sir.” I lean against his desk, eyeballing him, wondering what dumbass comeback he has in store, and to my surprise, nothing, which never happens, must have some juicy stuff to work with today that’s distracting him. He looked around him quickly, and then peered back in my direction. “I’m willing to make an exception.” There’s the comeback I was waiting on. I roll my eyes and shake my head, this man is a moron. “The answers still no.” He sighs in defeat and walks over to the chief of police to get some information on a case. He walks back over carrying a manila folder of information. “Come on, got another freakish case to work on.” I personally haven’t worked the freakish cases, only a gang related stabbing, and a domestic violence case. But he’s been at this longer, I wonder how many freakish ones he gets…and what’s considered freakish. “Enlighten me Detective G….what is freakish exactly?”

“You’ll see when we get there, come on.” He waves for me to follow him to his black Dodge Charger. I quickly slide into the passenger seat, still sipping on my coffee. He finally gets into the driver’s seat and cranks the car, putting his aviators on his face, pursing his lips in some wannabe cool guy duck lip face as he rests his arm out the window. All I can think is this man is a real douche bag, why didn’t I see it sooner?

We finally pull up to an alley off of Bleeker Street, one of the last places I’d expect a crime to happen. We quickly jump out of the car, the area already surrounded by other officers and yellow police tape. I follow Greg as he ducks under the tape and walks over to the covered up victim. He pulls the covering down to show a woman in about in her mid-20s, laying lifeless and covered in blood. My stomach churns slightly at the sight, not because I’m squeamish but because it reminds me of the past. Three months ago, this could’ve been me, but strangely enough, I was allowed to live.

“Got an I.D.?” Greg asks, staring at the cop that’s standing beside the girl. The officer nods, “Yes, her purse was still with her when we found her, so definitely not a robbery, the girl’s name is Chelsea Everly, 24 years old, she lives just two blocks from here.” Greg nods at the information he’s gathering, he squats down beside her noting dried blood on her throat, he waves for me to come beside him. “Hmm, looks like we got a wannabe vampire on our hands.” He sighs, pointing at two puncture wounds on the victim’s neck. “Kids these days, they go to extremes, one minute goin’ to goth bars, next, biting innocent girl’s in alley ways.” He shakes his head, and looks at me. “I’m gonna call the medical examiner, you take some photographs.” He stands up pulling out his phone. I pull the camera from around my neck taking different angled photographs of the blonde woman. Also took a few close-ups of her throat and face. I place the camera back around my neck and walk around examining the area, making sure there’s no other weapons, no knives, and no bullet shell casings. Of course there’s nothing. I see what he meant by freakish. Did a weirdo really bite this woman and drain her blood, and actual person? We get back to the crime lab while the examiner looks over her and I process the photos and other various pieces of evidence. Of course every step of the way I have someone there with me, going through the stuff to make sure I make no errors. Greg collects me to go to the examiners room to find out what the official cause of death. We get into the room, and Allen looks up from the body. “What do we got doc?” Greg asks, walking over to the girl looking at the cleaned up wound.

“Well it appears, she bled out, the only other marks on her, are bruises around the wrists, and also it appears some of her hair was yanked out but that’s about it. Did a toxicology screening, no drugs or any other substances in her body besides a little alcohol but her blood level was only .06, so she was only a little tipsy. Poor young lady was just trying to have a good time. “

“Did you do a rape kit?” I ask looking at the girl’s soft face. Allen nods. “No semen, and doesn’t appear to be any forced penetration, no tearing.” I cock my head to the side, suddenly remembering that dreadful night.

“You all right?” Greg asks, placing a hand on my shoulder. I force a smile and nod. “Yeah I just need to step outside for a moment.” I walk over to my car, reaching into the console pulling out my emergency smokes. I had quit for a while, but sometimes you just need one. I place one securely between my lips, and quickly lighting it with my trusty lime green BIC. I lean against my car, puffing away and staring at the sky above me. “Ya know…that’s not very good for ya.” Greg walks up to me, leaning on my car. I look over at him, my eyebrow in a slight arch. “I’ve never been known for doing anything good for myself, Greg. You’ll learn in time.” A small smile perks onto my lips. “But I’ll be fine, no need to worry about me.” He nods and walks back inside. I follow shortly after. We do a bit more analyzing what little evidence we have, Greg and a few others work overnight on it, but since I’m still training, they let me go home for the night to read through some criminal behavior books.

Hmm, I think I might stop for a drink. I really need it. I think to myself as I pull into my favorite bar. I hear music and singing, its karaoke night! I walk in sitting at the bar. Jeffrey looks at me cocking his head to the side. “Well hell Lizzie, haven’t seen you in a while! Your usual?” I nod giving a polite smile at the man that takes care of me best. I recognize the music playing, it happens to be “The One I Love Belongs to Somebody Else” by Frank Sinatra, I look up at the stage admiring he vocals in the song. Our eyes lock and I think I recognize him. My eyebrows crease as I remember that night once again. I hear a glass placed on the on the bar. “Here ya are, Lizzie, Long island iced tea made just for you.” I turn around slightly. “Thanks Jeff, you know what makes a girl happy.” I give him a goofy wink and stare back up at the man belting out one of my favorites. He finally finished the song and I applaud him. He rushed off of the stage quickly, making his way to me, only nodding politely at the drunkards complimenting his performance. Finally, he got to me and smiled sweetly. “Elizabeth Christenson? Is that really you?”

I mirror the smile, running my fingers through my hair nervously. “Yup I believe so, how’ve ya been Jason?” He pulls me into a tight hug, after he lets go I pick up my glass, sucking on the straw staring at him feeling slightly awkward.

Why do I feel weird around him? And wow he’s kinda cute… I shake my head of those thoughts, and continue sipping on the drink.

“You gonna breathe at all Lizzie?” A smirk creeps onto his lips. Of course i get thrown off and choke, and of course, being the “hero” that he is, he pats my back. “Guess that’s a no. So how have you been?” His soft smile leaves his face and concern fills his chocolate brown eyes. I bite onto my bottom lip and look at my glass. I finally meet his eyes again and shrug. “I’m making it the best I can I suppose, it’s been hard, but I feel like I’m beginning to heal. So that’s a start.” I force a smile, and put the straw back in my mouth taking a large sip through it. He look down at the floor, “Sorry I made ya think about it.” He looks back into my eyes, trying to find my emotion, but I’ve learned to try to suppress what I can. “It’s all right Jason, no worries, all right?” I smile reassuringly at him, slurping down the rest of my drink. “So what’s new with you, Mr. Isaacs? I didn’t realize you had such a set of pipes on you.” I shiver slightly, remembering how beautifully he just sang Sinatra. He chuckles softly and shrugs. “Eh I’m not that great. Been going around performing locally, trying to make it big I suppose.” He waves for Jeff to bring him a beer and he finally sits beside me. My heart skips a beat, unsure why he’s having this effect on me I also wave for another drink to distract myself. I turn back to him and smile as if nothing wrong but of course he’s a bright fellow. “Somethin’ bugging ya, child?” He cocks his head to the side, searching my eyes. My eyebrow moves into an obvious arch. “Chi…? Oh nevermind.” I begin to question the nickname but instead I start giggling and shaking my head. The confused man continues to stare at me like I’ve lost my marbles. The bartender brings me my second drink and I quickly begin drinking it. After he few drinks he grabs the binder of karaoke songs. “You should sing a song with me, Lizzie.” My eyes widen in horror. “Oh no I shouldn’t” I put my arms up defensively, I love singing, but I could never do it on stage. “But you’ve got a great voice, please? For me?” He sticks out his bottom lip pouting, and I fight to say no, but I couldn’t. “Ugh! Fine, you win.” I cross my arms glaring at him. He chuckles softly flipping through the pages. “Ah! Here’s a good one! It’s a chilly night, it’s perfect!” He quickly writes down our name and hands it to the DJ. A few more people perform before I hear our names. “Please welcome up next, our man of the hour, along with the beautiful Lizzie sing Baby It’s Cold Outside.” The room busts out in applause and all of the pink in my cheeks fades to white, I lower my head. Jason grabs my hand pulling me to the stage, he leans close to me. “Don’t look at them, just sing to me, ‘kay?” I nod quietly, feeling slightly nauseated.

The music begins, and I sing the first line quietly, he walks up to me singing his, directly at me, to help me feel confident, as the song progresses I begin feeling better. His gaze as he sings to me makes butterflies suddenly appear in the pit of my belly. I realize that he was one hell of a gorgeous man. The song comes to an end and he grabs my hand, we gaze into each other’s eyes with the finishing line. My heart melts onto the floor, the color in my face comes back, 10 times as red as it was before. I quickly scurry off of the stage to the safety of my drink still perched on the bar. A few gulps into it, I decide it’s time to sneak another smoke. “I’ll be right back, ‘kay?” I lean over and whisper to Jason. He offers to tag along but I refuse.

I reach into my car grabbing my pack once again, placing one in my mouth. As soon as I light it, I suddenly feel as if I’m no longer alone. I take a long drag, blowing it up towards the moon.

“That’s bad for ya, ya know.” I hear a voice I don’t quite recognize, a voice with a thick English accent. Quickly I turn around, and jump at the sight of a dark figure standing on the other side of my car. I try to appear tough. I stand up straighter and stare at the stranger. “Oh fuck off, will ya? Its none of your Goddamned business”. Before I knew it, he was standing in front of me. I hardly see his face due to the hood he’s wearing. He yanks the cigarette from my mouth, placing it in his. I sense a smirk, but am unsure, I try to stare into the darkness of the hood to find his face, but still I see nothing. The figure places his hands on each side of me on the car, by this time my heart is pounding through my chest and I’m certain he feels it. My eyes begin to burn from the second hand smoke going into my face as he has me trapped. He has a very unique intoxicating scent that I smell through the smoke, but am unsure what it is. I decide to do what I do best….flirt my way out of this. I flip my hair out of my face, biting onto my bottom lip.

“Well, what’s it to ya? What if I like doin’ bad things? Hm?”

“Such a beautiful girl doesn’t need to be hurting herself.” He leaned in closer to me. “Ya need to let someone else do the honors.” I swallow hard, unsure as to what he meant by that. He finally removed his arms, and placed the cigarette back between my lips. Before I had a chance to blink, he was gone. A few moments later I heard my name. “Over here Jason!” My voice cracked as I yelled for him. He finally located me, making his way to the car. “You all right? You look shaken up.” He stared at me curiously, concern creasing his brow. “Y-yeah. I’m okay, just a weirdo that’s all, I scared him off though.” I attempt a reassuring smile. I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t convinced. He sighed slightly, staring at the cigarette perched in my mouth. “What?” I arch an eyebrow. He shook his head. “Nothin’ just didn’t peg ya as a smoker, that’s all. You should quit, it’s not good for ya.” Suddenly what that creeper said rings back into my head, still confused as to why he approached me. Did I know him? I quickly toss the cancer stick down and stomp it out. “I need another drink, then I think I should head home…” Jason shrugged and followed me back into the bar. I sit back down, ordering my last drink of the night. “Why is everyone so concerned with my smoking?” I ask out loud. Jason looks at like I sprouted another head. “Sorry that was rhetorical, don’t answer that.” He keeps staring at me and decides to answer anyways. “Maybe it’s because we care, Lizzie…” And for a moment I see something in his eyes, something that seems to be more than just caring.


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