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I had spent the last several days getting used to my new...abilities, and I was in a constant state of wonderment at how unbelievably powerful I'd become. With the mere physical exertion of taking a few steps, I had been able to run...

...yes, run...to Dubai

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[aknightforhire]

I was walking through the front office of Champion Investigations when the door opened.

Well, 'opened' in a very loose sense of the word.

I had a cup off coffee in my right hand, mid-way to my mouth, standing in the middle of the office, with my trenchcoat on my back and an open casefile in my left hand.

And then the door was ... 'opened.'

I just stood there for a moment, blinking at the door, cup of coffee in my hand frozen halfway to my mouth. Then I finished lifting the cup to my lips and took a drink, looking at the figure in the door way. What do you really say when someone rips your front door off of its hinges and then proceeds to greet you in a casual and off-handedly friendly manner?

"...Door's open," I said, closing the case file in my hand and tossing it onto the front desk. "Care to sit down? There's coffee." I took another sip of mine, too, just to prove the point.

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He's calm, I'll give him that.

Though, being Mr. Immortal Vampire, I'm sure he's seen his fair share of dramatic entrances. I admire his ability to not even flinch, though, regardless of experience, it was pretty impressive.

I walk casually into the room looking around at the general dingy motif he had going around here.

"Thanks, no. Not much of a coffee man, I'm afraid. More into the tea thing myself. Whole British up-bringing. I'm sure you can relate, what with the Irish background and all."

Ok, so I did my homework.

I always did.

"Fine establishment you have here, the building itself has potential, but I don't feel it's quite been realized. I'm sure I can recommend an interior designer who would do terrific work. I wouldn't call them til after we're done though, remodeling and what not...it's best to know where you stand."

[aknightforhire]

"You came down here to criticize my decorating?"

I finished my cup of coffee and set the empty mug down on the desk, turning fully towards my visitor and crossing my arms over my chest. It was a closed posture, a defensive posture. My instincts were telling me that something bad was here.

Well, my instincts, and the big gaping hole in my office.

"Your decoraters do doors too, or do you have an expense budget for that? Let me take a stab. I hear a heartbeat, so... vampire's out, Lawyers... well, at least they typically know how to use a door knob, and demons don't smell that... ripe." I slid my hands down into my pockets and lifted my head. "Superbeing."

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"What an appropriate word...super. I like the ring of it, very flattering. As if I should be getting a gold star on a school report."

I smirk.

"Quite impressive, that little...what is it? Smelling trick, perhaps? Catch someone down wind, tell them their biography. I bet you'd be fantastic on American game shows. But I bet I can do one better..."

I narrow my eyes at him.

"You're a vampire, who, despite his stance doesn't have the muscle mass he seems to tout with his body language, have several packets of creamer, probably for that dreadful coffee...in your right coat pocket, and are unarmed...which seems a bit sloppy for a Private Investigator."

I tilt my head and look past him, feeling the sudden heat in my gaze.

"That...and your desk is on fire."

[aknightforhire]

(Tag me here.)

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I slide back a few feet when his doubled fist connects with my stomach. Impressive. Apparently he knew how to come back from a hit.

I leap forward, and punch with a downward motion toward his face. He can't keep sustaining hits to the face like this. Not for long.

But for added incentive, time to bring the heat vision back into play. As my punch sails toward him I aim my line of sight at his shoulder. At this close a range, it's going to get really unpleasantly warm for him rather quickly.

[aknightforhire]

I caught his punch with both of my hands, although the force of it caused cracks to form beneath my knee, and my arms trembled and shook. Heat vision scorched my shoulder, and I jerked back, spinning around and slamming my foot against his legs, hoping to knock him off balance. My stamina was taking a pounding, but I was determined not to give up.

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His foot collides with my leg, and I look down