colinzabel

[colinzabel]

That evening had been fairly normal, Austin might say. The rain pattering on his abundance of large windows isn’t abnormal to Provincetown, and neither is the robe he adorned along with the glass of red wine he’s swirling within his grasp. He’s spread across his black sofa, back nestled against the armrest and head tossed back, admiring the intricate, wooden ceiling of his den. He should be working — of course, he should. He has a deadline coming up, and no amount of Muse could get him out of this one. It’s just that, well, Austin has other things on his mind. And he isn’t just being lazy for the hell of it, for once. Austin is getting sloppy. Belle is sure to remind him of it. With several winters spent out here, this winter surely is Austin’s hungriest. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, honestly. It was always easy getting hold of a junkie, someone forgettable. And Austin is sure he can get back to having that patience, but lately… once he pops one of those suckers, he simply can’t resist. He’s not the sloppiest there’s been out here, no. He still has some sense behind those beady eyes when his stomach growls, but it hasn’t been just those who won’t be missed. And he knows he’s on police radar now. Which gives him an idea of who might be rapping on his door this evening, breaking up the monotony of the rain. He takes a sip of his wine, cherishes the way it slides down his throat with ease, and finally gets up to answer. The stairs creak as he makes his way to the foyer and the door sounds a similar ache as he opens it to reveal a man. A detective, no doubt, but not one he’s seen around. He smiles, and jokes, “oh no! A rogue fan, I presume? Sorry, but I don’t divvy out autographs to stalkers.” His laugh booms in the frigid air, harmonizing with the rain. “I’m only joking, sir. How may I help you this uh,” he looks out at the clouds and then back at the officer before him, “lovely evening?”

@bloodsuckinsommers

It was bizarre. In all his years working on the force, Colin had never seen a case like this one, as stereotypical as it is to say. And he hadn’t been expecting to be called in to assist with this investigation in the first place. A slew of victims, their throats ripped out in a way that he could only describe as animalistic— a rabid dog maybe, something, if not for the lack of any signs of one at any of the crime scenes, nor any sightings around town. Every hint pointed to human involvement, and he couldn’t wrap his head around how. Maybe he didn’t want to, didn’t want to think of what kind of person could be so inhumane, but either way, he ended up doing some digging, landing on a prime suspect— the one and only, Austin Sommers. There was plenty of talk about him around town, though Colin never paid much attention to it, never thought to. in retrospect, maybe he should've— sitting in front of the writers house, he fiddles with his coat before pulling it tight around his torso in a lousy attempt at protecting him from the frigid air and rain as he steps out of his car and makes his way to the front door. It's lavish even from the outside, though it holds a definite amount of charm and uniqueness, what you’d expect from someone like Austin, he supposes. Before he can appreciate it too much though, he’s at the front door, and what he’s met with is a loud personality, one he can’t help but admire, paired with a handsome man, and he can’t help the awkward smile that makes its way across his features. “No stalkers here Mr. Sommers, I promise!” He starts, straightening his spine and adjusting his posture before thrusting his hand out between them as an offer, for Austin to take in a handshake if he chose to. His fingers are cool to the touch, and trembling slightly due to the worsening weather, a shiver coursing through his body as he continues. “I’m Detective Colin Zabel. I’m just, uhm,, Im here to ask you a few questions, if possible. I understand it’s late and all, but I’ll be out of your hair before you know it.”