1 C1: Happy New Year

In this society, Supernaturals roam every dark alley. 

People don't disappear randomly. There's always a reason. A clue behind those mysteries is hidden by the regular human's eyes. Vampires die by the stake every decade. Humans get turned every full moon. Werewolves roam the cold woods at night, looking for their next prey. The invisible men rob banks. Or just steal a look at your wife in the middle of her evening shower. 

Whatever they might do – this still couldn't really defeat the misery of your day-to-day life as a regular human being. 

Get your heart ripped out by a vampire? Get your heart ripped in two by the woman you loved? Sometimes, it's hard to tell the difference.

Everyone's miserable, one way or another.

…

Lorita, City in Merrica. 

It was 4 hours past midnight on New Year's Eve. The fireworks had disappeared from the sky for the most part. Yet, once every five minutes, a sky rocket whistled across the city toward the sky and blew up in the night with a bang. 

However, the party at Sky Rise Hotel's rooftop was over already. 

Half of the crowd had passed out or was crawling on the ground, barely able to open their eyes. Most were drunk and out. Cans of beer, cigar buds, and bikinis were scattered across the floor. 

Yet, the guy who began the very party was still wide awake. 

A pale young man wearing an expensive-looking robe covered in alcohol remained seated at the edge of the glass balcony on the rooftop. He was seated at a deck chair beside the messy pool with a cigarette to his lips. His hair was wet with the juices of all the women who covered him earlier. 

One of the pretty blonde girls was still lying face first on his abs, drooling in her sleep. Her bra was nowhere to be found. 

However, no matter how much fun the man had, he couldn't bring himself to simply sleep it off for the night. 

"It's 2024. It's already 2024," he muttered to himself, breathing out another cloud of smoke. 

He couldn't help but think about what he had done for the past two years. He loved a girl. Loved her very dearly. Until she left him because her parents thought he was too suspicious due to the fact of him having no job and living off the money of his dead parents for the past 18 years he had been alive. 

"You're weird, Jamie. It's like... You're not the same as I thought you were. You don't have a job. You refuse to tell me what happened to your parents. You keep telling me your life is Supernatural... Why all the secrets, Jamie? Do you not trust me. Or are you just – delusional? I'm sorry, I had to say it. It just doesn't make sense." 

Those were the words coming out of his girlfriend's mouth before she disappeared. She couldn't believe it when he said, "It was for your safety." 

"No, Jamie. I think it's for your safety. You don't want me to figure out how you made all this money– I just don't feel comfortable around a guy like that. I don't want lies. I want the truth." 

"So, that's it? You're not going to tell me…? Ok. Don't then. But don't expect me to stay either." 

Jamie puffed another cloud of smoke out of his lips, lying back in his lounge chair. 

'I wonder how I'm going to tell the truth. That I'm the last heir of the Helsing Family. I wonder how she'll react when she hears that. Maybe she'll say I'm delusional again. Then, she'll say it to someone else… and bang. The word will spread like wildfire until it reaches another vampire's ear. And she'd be horribly killed by those cunts before my eventual horrible death.' 

Jamie was indeed not delusional as she claimed him to be.

He was the last blood of his family. A long prestigious family of hunters of the Supernatural. 

The Helsings. 

And yet, here he was, wasting his family's treasury away to throw parties to weird hookers and methheads from the city to drink away his sorrows. 

Jamie looked down at the beautiful blonde hooker lying at his abs. He gently patted the girl's head. 

"Would you be my new lover, Rox – what was your name again?" Jamie tried to recall the girl's name. 

He remembered that he never asked for it.

Then, he slowly pushed a strand of the girl's beautiful blonde hair behind her ear. 

"I want some real leverage right now. Holly was the reason for my existence, and she's gone now. Just like that… poof." 

"Mmmm…" the beautiful girl groaned. "Rick, stop it. I know you like to touch me while I'm asleep, but mm~ no, not now. Or are you Jason? Mmm… fuck it. Lemme fuckin' sleep." 

Jamie's expression darkened when he heard this. His hand froze before he caressed the girl's tender face more. 

Without another word, he flipped the girl over to the side of the lounge chair and climbed off it. Before he stepped away from the lounge chair, he gazed back at the girl.

She was only wearing a pink colored lingerie. The wind at the top was freezing. He couldn't leave her like that. 

Jamie removed the white robe and covered the blonde girl with it. As soon as it touched her body, she snuggled in the warm bathrobe and said: 

"Thank you, Cole~" 

Jamie paused before the blonde girl and stared down at her. That was the third name murmured by the girl and it wasn't his, even now. 

He couldn't feel bad about that thing twice. That would make him more sorry than she was. 

Buzz… Buzz… Buzz… 

Suddenly, something began to vibrate. 

Jamie looked away from the girl to the buzzing object beside the chair. It was his phone. 

Incoming call by <Unknown… > 

He picked the phone up and walked to the edge of the glass balcony. 

'Who calls me at 4 am on the first day of the year?' He pondered. For a moment, his heart lightened up. He oversaw a future where his girlfriend calls him again and asks him out – but that couldn't be possible. 

"No." He cleared the images of his ex from his mind. Then, he swiped the phone. 

"Hello, am I speaking to Jamie O'Connor?" 

"Yeah, that's me." 

"Mhm. Jamie, could you guess who I am from my voice alone? Or should I remind you of who I am – and what we do too? In case you forgot… because you've been refusing to do any sort of business with us for the past 3 years." 

Jamie rubbed his temples and sighed. 

He could only wish that this voice was alien to him. After all, it was hard to forget the voice of the female who is the President of the Department of Investigations of the Supernatural. 

"Why did you call, Lacie?" 

"Oh God, you remember me?" She chuckled sarcastically. "How was your New Year's Eve, Jamie. Was it fun? How much money did you waste today? The very hard-earned treasury of the Helsing Family. How much of it did you waste on your whores today?" 

Jamie sighed. 

"Ok ok, jeez Mom. You got someone to spy on me again, didn't you? You should probably know already. Why the fuck are you asking me?" 

"Yeah, I got eyes staring at you right now. Behind the door near the stairs. She's been telling me everything you've been smoking, every girl you have been fuckin, and everything you told them while you're at it. 'Cause I have a responsibility to protect your ass, apparently. But it's been a year since you turned 18. And it isn't my responsibility anymore." 

Jamie removed the phone from his ear and gazed at the door near the staircase leading to the lower floors. There was indeed a girl staring at him from the shadow of the door. 

As soon as she noticed him looking at her, she began to rush down the staircase. 

"Oh fuck – you did what? I fucked your spy. Why the fuck did I fuck your spy?"

Lacie started laughing from the other side of the phone. 

"Yeah. I had the details from her. That big massive juicy cock, she said. Said you were oiled up with all those three girls' cum. You liked to get frosted, she said." 

"You're disgusting, Lacie." 

"Glock glock glock," she mouthed. "Yeah, she gave me every little detail. Trisha is slutty like that." 

"Wow." 

Jamie shook his head in disappointment. Lacie was basically a mother figure for Jamie when he was small. And now – hearing her say this was just too disappointing. But he wouldn't back down. 

"Ok, why the hell did you call me? You want some of my big juicy cock?" 

She chuckled and made a purring sound. 

"I would, but not tonight, kid. I know why you're acting like this. I know your lovebird ditched you, Jamie." 

"Thanks for reminding me. Not that I needed it, really." 

"Mhm." 

There was a short silence between the two for a few seconds. Then, Lacie said what she really wanted to say. 

"You're messed up, kid. You need to get your mind off of this. You aren't built to do a job behind the computers or restrained by those common ethics. I know that much. Your blood is just not used to that. I've dealt with your Uncle Jimmy before he – you know. I want you to come in for a mission. I want you back in the game like a real Helsing." 

Jamie grasped the metal railing and leaned against it. His eyes fell on the city of Lorita. Bright lights, tall buildings, what a sight it was. 

The cold breeze blew against his curly white hair. 

For a second, he pondered what he had to do in the year to come. It was nothing – every moment he imagined with his future wife had disappeared two weeks ago. Right before Christmas. 

Now, he was on a free schedule for the rest of his life. 

"What mission?" he asked. 

"Yeah, that's my boy," Lacie said joyously. "Quit that sad fucked up life and go do a mission. It'll get your mind off things. Don't worry about your skills. I've seen Jimmy teach you the basics. And this mission will get you in your A game. You're not clueless on the basics, right?" 

"No, 'suppose not." 

"That's right. Get your shit together, kid. Let the Helsing in you burn… take revenge for your Family, for fuck's sake. Don't spend your fortune on whores." 

A smile appeared on Jamie's face. He thought about what Lacie said for a moment, but he could only chuckle. 

"Revenge? No. I didn't know any of my family. My mom, dad… no one. Jimmy was a horrible motherfucker. If he says my Mom was way worse than he was, I am lucky that I never met them." 

Lacie was speechless from the other side. She didn't reply to that. 

"I'll do the mission, Lacie. I need to get my head empty. And I sure hope this mission pays well." 

"Oh, it will, sweetie. It definitely will."