Chapter 1D

Damon and I spoke for a long time, together we came up with the conclusion that Steven Right is a racist,  he's got to be, right? I mean we all know Michael is innocent so why arrest him without proof, why lie about evidence?

"If it was up to me I would have all the racists stand in a line, and then I'd shoot them, with a cannon" I thought out loud Damon scoffed he took a swig of his bourbon

"you've never taken a life, only during battles, what makes you think you would be able to pull that off?"

"Well, Damon, there's a first time for everything, and besides, you'd help, right?" I drank from my glass, and Damon smiled at me, holding his glass up, as if to say cheers, then took another sip, I took that as a yes.

Hank came back an hour later.

"You are not going to believe this" he started, he had my full attention I crossed my arms and Hank began

"I checked with businesses in the area, CCTV footage was taken by a cop, guess which one?"

"Detective Right" I answered Hank nodded

"I also checked with the so called witnesses in the apartment building that Claire lived in" he paused

"And?" I shrugged

"The witness statements were collected by Mr Right but non are ... right" he shrugged at the lack of a better word, "no one, but one person has ever even seen Michael,  non even knew he existed, except Clairs neighbour, an old lady, said she saw Michael once, over a month ago, she thinks, but get this" Hank pulled out a photo from his pocket, it was a picture of a blond girl with blue highlights standing with a man, a white man with brown hair, Hank pointed to the girl "found this in Claire's flat, this is Claire, and this is Ben, her boyfriend" Hank smirked,  pointing at the man in the picture,

"Wait, I thought Michael was her boyfriend" I asked, a little confused Hank shook his head smiling

"Ben was her boyfriend,  Michael was her bit on the side" Hank explained

"So isn't that motive to kill her?" Damon asked the question that was on my mind but Hank shook his head

"The neighbour saw Ben, the night before Claire was murdered, entering the house, he left around ten that same night, time of death was around nine, she left the hotel at seven, I'm guessing she went home, had a confrontation with Ben, and he killed her, then left

I scoffed and smiled, Steven was a liar, but this still begged a question,  what do we do? How do we prove that Michael is innocent? Ok that's two questions,

"What now?" I asked

"Well I have a solution, a good solution,  but you're not going to like it" Hank looked serious, I shrugged and shook my head

"I don't care, as long as you can prove Michael's innocence, and Steven is racist I don't care" I cried, I actually cried

"I need Damon's assistance" Hank announced, in no world is that good, but I didn't care, I wanted Michael out of jail.

"Let it be known, I'm doing this for Michael, vampire, not you, werewolf" Damon smirked as he pointed at Hank, Hank just nodded they went into the bar, away from prying ears, me, to talk about the next step, they were in there for so long, if there was one thing I hated in this world of hatred it was racism, I loathed racists I wanted to line each and every racist in a line and then blow them up with a cannon,  if I had a cannon, maybe I could buy a cannon, where did they sell cannons?

When they finally came out they headed straight for the exit,  I called after them to ask about the plan but my voice fell on deaf ears, no wait, super hearing, my voice fell on ignorant ears, now only time would tell what was happening.

*Damon's POV*

Hank and I went over the plan one more time as we sat three blocks away from the police station, we, as supernatural beings, had a good view of the police station, the cameras around said police station couldn't see us.

"Do you understand your part?" Hank asked me, he was talking to me like I was a child, I rolled my eyes as I told him I understood,

At four o'clock we saw Steven leaving the station, he stood outside for a while looking at his phone, he turned his head towards the car, even though he couldn't see me I ducked, he then turned away from us to go to his car, he got into his black Audi and drove right past us, he stopped as he got closer and I instinctively bent down to hide under the seat again, I heard him drive away

"He's gone" Hank announced I rolled my eyes, I knew he  was gone, I got out of the car, and walked to the station, once I entered I walked to the enquiry desk and, as planned, asked for D.I Right

"You just missed him" the man behind the desk informed,  I made it look like I was annoyed

"Is there someone else I can talk to? A partner maybe?"

"Nah Ste works alone, always has" the man shrugged, I already knew this

"How about his boss? You know a lieutenant?" I asked as if I had just thought of it the man seemed happy enough and after a while I was shown to an interview room, the room was white four walls, no glass, no mirror, no cameras it contained a table, with two chairs,  one on either side, I took a seat, I looked towards the ceiling looking for a camera but there weren't any. The door to my right opened and a man walked in, the man was wearing a suit, he had grey hair, must be in his fifties, the man sat down and introduced himself as lieutenant Jones.

"My name is Damon Salvatore and I have information on that murder, the murder of that girl? The girl from the Plaza" the plaza was the hotel at which Micheal and Claire had been in the night before she was killed I carried on "it was around four in the evening, I was in the sofa area, you know how it is the best place to pick up girls" I winked, and showed him my signature smirk, he didn't seem too happy "anyway Claire walked in, she was talking to someone she was nearly crying 'I'll be home later' she had said, enter some man, dark skinned, black hair, he kissed her when they saw each other, she went on to explain to this man that her boyfriend was threatening her again, he does this everytime she tries to break up with him, after that they were too far away for me to hear anything, but the following morning I  saw her, around seven, I was just leaving to go sightseeing, she seemed happy, happier than the evening before, I talked to her, you know, but she turned me down, and she walked away, I went after her, you know, but she threatened to call the police, so I left her alone" I finished my little tale

"Was she being followed Mr Salvatore?"

"Um....no, she wasn't being followed by anyone" I moved closer to him "and you believe me" I compelled him "you believe my whole story, there is no question, you believe wholeheartedly" I moved away "can I go now?" I asked politely the lieutenant nodded, asking me to stay in town as he might need to talk again, I gave him my number, then left, found Hank,  and went back to the hotel, I knew Clarissa would have questions urgh that woman will be the death of me, she's amazing, extraordinary, beautiful,  oh so beautiful,  I love her so much, but how do you tell someone like that how you feel? I'm a player, she will most certainly turn me down, there is no point in asking her.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter.