Unexpected Changes Part 2

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JEFFREY'S POV

The rain kept falling heavily, I was trapped here for the night. Sigh, my fellow men would be at home with their wives and kids.

And here i am, the assistant commissioner of police. Trapped in his own station, not even worried of the criminals that were there, dangerous bloody criminals.

I spent my time trying to investigate the case of Helene's disappearance. Sigh, three cases that needs to be looked into and the biggest one was Erica's mom, but I have got nothing on that.

The cyber criminal who was busy taking money from different source in tons of mischievous ways that made it impossible for me to pin him.

And there was Helene. The one I suspected that was a demon in disguise and now as suddenly vanished.

Sigh, I almost forgot. Nancy and Jena's death. After several diggings into the question Rik had said to me I unraveled one creature who owned no reflection.

What kind of creature lacks reflection of it own existence?

I asked myself this questions a lot of times before I decided to go through some old myths and facts on the net. So many supernatural beliefs I had encountered.

Such as—

Mirrors are much older than vampires. Early mirrors have been dated back as far as 6,000 BC, and the modern idea of a vampire is quite young by comparison, most heavily influenced by the advent of

Dracula.

Mirrors themselves carry a great deal of superstition, the most common myth being that breaking a mirror will result in seven years of bad luck. This ties to a curious belief from ancient Rome, in which it was thought it took seven years for a wounded soul to renew itself.

Mirrors were long believed to be a reflection of the soul, rather than the physical body, so it became a natural assumption that the undead would bear no reflections.

Of course, not everyone plays by these rules. Anne Rice popularized the idea that a vampire should have a reflection, being that they have a physical body and we now have a more scientific understanding of mirrors. This wasn't an original notion, of course, as many ancient vampires were believed to have reflections–and mirrors were used to repel them.

In China and in some parts of Africa, it's believed that a mirror can repel evil. In some stories, this is due to the mirror portraying their true nature. It's possible, then, that the idea of vampires having no reflection could permeate these cultures through a vampire's abhorrence for mirrors. (After all, if a vampire is never near a mirror, does it still have a reflection? An age old quandary.)

Though the first mention of vampires lacking reflections takes place in Bram Stoker's Dracula, it's a logical step to take, regarding old beliefs about souls.

The Slavic people of the middle ages believed a proper burial was required, or a person's soul would be sullied or lost. If the body is up and walking after death, like with vampires, a proper burial would be impossible.

If the belief at the time dictated a reflection was a vision of a person's soul, it stands to reason vampires would be assumed to have no reflection.

Another popular belief is that vampires have no reflection because, through history, many fine mirrors were made with silver. Stories have long held silver as

having powers and an association with purity: due to silver's anti-microbial properties, it's been used for cleansing in both medicine and mystic rituals.

The purity is why it hurts corrupt creatures, such as vampires–and also contributes to why they don't appear in photos, as film was developed with chemicals containing silver.

Then again, an old superstition claimed that a photograph would steal a person's soul. If they didn't have one to begin with, as it's believed vampires don't, why would they appear in photographs?

That something I won't even dare dive into. Vampires... it a vampire laced with demon blood as well as a shape shifter... An Hybrid of three creatures.

And from the looks of it, it needs to feed in other to survive. Yes, cause there's no logical explanation for killing two innocent individuals.

The worst part here is that the creature is currently roaming free. You can't tell who it may be disguised as, sigh, with this, I can't seem to trust everyone fully like before...

Because at this rate... anyone could be that creature right now.

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NIKITA'S POV

It been a week since I last saw Helene. Hmph, I missed that ɮɨtċɦ. My hands throbbing my black cock as I rubbed it with the saliva I poured on it swollen pink head.

My hardened nipples were dry as ʄʊċҡ, shi! I needed someone to stuff it in their watery mouth and play with my cock. I imagined Helene , my aunt... I imagined them fingering each other.

I swiftly changed my view and pictured Helene sticking her cock In and out of her mom. Her mom would moan her name and Helene would hit faster and faster making her mom yell loudly.

I on the other hand kept rubbing my cock faster and faster. Aiming to trigger a sperm spree , ohhhhh... it feels good.

My cock stiffened , I made it more wet. I didn't know when I grabbed the edge of the bed tightly and moaned out loudly.

I had the mind to do it as a result of the heavy rain. I was close , very close! I just needed something much more sensual that would trigger my cock.

I embraced the sweet sounds of my moans , slowly, I stopped. Gasping loudly and playing with the swollen head , the electric feeling stung me letting out the oozing flow of cum.

The warm liquid was all over the bed now.

Eish! I played with the liquid as it streamed down my cock like lava running down the mountain tops.

I giggled while doing this. Well it was quite foolish though but what to do? I needed it, I freed my cock and made it wriggle.

Knock!

A sound resonated on the door of my room. I looked ahead. The knocks dropped in again. Quickly I got up from my bed and leveled my night gown down, covering the cum all over my legs.

I removed the bedsheets in haste.

Knock!! Knock!!!

The knocks got louder.

"I am coming. ", I said assertively and walked up to the door. But it occurred to me, who would be at my doorstep this late?

The sound barge again. I opened the door only for my eyes explode on seeing who was standing there.

"Uncle Jerald? "

"Can I come in?"

What Jerald doing here??

TBC....

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