[i]Blood, that was all he could see, all he could smell. The stench of death. He held his breath but there was no point, the monster was gone but he felt that if he breathed it would somehow return to finish him off. He couldn't tell if anyone else was alive yet he somehow knew that his friends were gone and he was alone. He remained motionless for hours and it was all a blur the next few days, then those crept into weeks. He had nearly recovered from it when the pain happened on that full moon, the first of many painful nights. The sounds were awful, cracking bones, him screaming in agony which turned into a howl after a brief few seconds. Then well that's all he remembered. The beast that had attacked had done more then nearly killed him, it had placed the curse it had on him, Zaccar Drogoth, eleven years ago. [/i]

Zaccar awoke with a start from the nightmare he had, reliving that night that drove him to what he was now. However by now he accepted what he was. He awoke with the alarm of his clock blaring, at least to his sensitive ears it was blaring loud. He slammed his hand onto it, quickly turning off the racket it had been making before getting up. He was about to take a shower when his phone rang and he could only guess what that meant this early in the morning. A body had been found, and not in particularly good condition. 
Zaccar had become a police officer when he was twenty six and thanks to what he was quickly shot himself up the ranks to being a detective of some sort. Mostly his job involved figuring how the hell someone died, usually to make everyone think they were looking for a normal physopath but the truth was usually far more worse. Humans had no idea what hid amongst them and he was one of those things but he tried to use his talents for good and putting those supernatural physcopaths behind bars or ended there life if he had to.
He picked up the phone and in a gruff voice asked ",Yeah what is it?"
"A body has been found on the bad side of town, figured you would want to check it out," a voice replied, another officer.
"Right I'll be there in a few minutes," he said. Perfect another body, just when it was the full moon that very night, he didn't need this crap.

[b][i]Half Hour Later[/i][/b]

He was looking at the twisted form of a person. It wasn't a particularly clean death, but from the scent the guy had been dead for several hours, probably late last night so he could only hope that it was quick, he didn't like the idea of someone suffering before they died, even if the guy had a record of crimes and prison time. From what he was told, the guy had been thrown out of a window and no one was talking, either because they had been high out of their mind or they were to scared. It wasn't the prettiest part of town this murder was in and crime here wasn't anything new, especially a murder. Most of the officers were chalking it up as a drug deal gone bad. Except for Zaccar, he knew better, there was more to it then met the eye. 
There was the faint scent of magic on the body, faint but noticeably there, his nose never failed him and when he had gone to the room, the smell was far stronger. It was the same magic he had smelled before. Another body added to the person he was tracking. He had been following a case of murders for quite some time, most didn't see them as connected just random. Zaccar was the only one working on it and knew the connection between them, the magic used in all the murders all were the same. Someone who had a good knowledge of magic was killing these people but as to why he still had to figure it out. Because they could or perhaps they were paid to do it? It was hard to say without finding more evidence but until he did he let the other officers believe what they wanted, as long as they didn't expect anything out of the ordinary about it, his job was fine.
He took some evidence, mostly photos before leaving the scene, he then returned home to get some things ready."I'm going to need a drink to keep on this assignment," he mumbled as he entered his home once more. A small apartment that was sparsely furnished. One wall though was entirely covered with the images of murdered people with scraps of notes and string trying to slowly piece the mystery he was working on. He would figure out who was doing this and bring them to justice. He put the new murder victim up, once downloading the image off of his camera and printing it. He would try to find out more on the person once prints were taken from the body to reveal who they were since a wallet wasn't found at the scene to determine who they were and even common face criminals couldn't be always named by just one look of there face.
Zaccar grabbed a duffel bag putting some items into it, before he went off to work on murder some more he had to drop it off to a nearby bar, someplace safe and pay for a room to use for the upcoming night. He placed some extra clothes within the bag along with some other items before heading out of his apartment and beginning the walk to the bar, maybe he would see some new interesting characters there or if not he would at least get one drink before heading out again.