The night had started off like any other for Atticus Trancy, Sergeant of the local police department. He'd awoken in the basement of his home, where he'd set up his bedroom free from any chance of being caught in sunlight. His breakfast had consisted of some bagged blood--vampire blood, obtained through means he'd never discuss with his coworkers--and he'd dressed in his usual style of a button-down shirt and black pants before driving in to work for the night. Night shifts were the norm for ones such as him, but there were some vampires who worked during the day. They just had to wear those funny-looking protective suits that he'd never be caught dead in. They looked so...tacky. He couldn't imagine trying to fight in one of those.
Upon parking in his usual spot in the parking garage next to the police building, he slid out of his car to head inside. The woman at the front desk was human, and she gave him a small nod of greeting as he entered. He returned it with a smile, and he continued past her in the direction of his tiny office. He'd been on the force long enough to have one, even when sergeants usually didn't have private offices.
He'd been expecting his office to be empty, but this evening it appeared that something was quite amiss. There was another man in there. New, considering that Atticus had never seen him before in his life. His heterochromatic eyes narrowed slightly in confusion, and he slid open the door before stepping inside.
"Can I help you?" he asked tentatively. He hadn't been informed that there would be a new person around the department tonight, and he certainly hadn't been told that this new person was to be his partner. That information would come as quite the surprise to him. Quite the unpleasant surprise. His previous partner, though, had been a human. The woman had been murdered on the job a few weeks ago by a werewolf they'd been trying to arrest. Atticus still blamed himself for her death, but he'd never brought up his feelings of guilt. Everyone had already assured him that it wasn't his fault. It was his prerogative to not believe them.