2/18/2020: Prompt
Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, huh. Such is the story of our lives. The vampire was a man of God turned by accident as he was trying to help those on a battlefield of a long since forgotten war. The werewolf is a teacher for our small town, like many of his kind, hiding in plain sight and taking long fishing weekends each month with his long time buddies. Me, you ask, I'm the sheriff, meeting my buddies for a drink at our local watering hole on a rare night off. But you're a witch, how can you be a guy? Doesn't that mean you are a warlock?
Warlock, pah, those bastards are why I'm the sheriff in the first place. Those low down, power stealing, murdering bunch of lowlifes are who I protect this town from. Never, ever call a witch a warlock, them be fightin' words right there. Witches are attuned to nature and protectors of all living things. We heal if we can, protect where we are able and put down what we must. Often times, we work in positions where we can use our gifts on the down-low. Nurses, police, landscapers, nursery store owners; anywhere we can help out without to much attention. But enough about who and what I am, you were wondering what the three of us were doing together, weren't ya?
Well, it all started about a week ago...
Now normally, the different races don't mix, they each got their own hierarchy and they tend to police their own. We, the town's police (a mix of supes and humans), really only get involved when rogues are on the loose and the humans start going missing or turning up dead. Yes, the humans in the town know about us. It's hard to keep a secret in a small town like this, even harder when there are only 3 of us on the police force and your human partner stumbles upon a rogue vamp draining a victim.
