~Chapter 1 Jack Dickson's Case and The Ritual~

It had been three years since that faithful day, Jack didn't know what happened himself...flashbacks of the crime scene flashed through his mind like a horror movie. Blood and two dead bodies lay in his house that day. He screamed, realizing it was all real. All he loved was gone.

Something was off about that...it just didn't make any since, why would that happen? Why would she do that?

He stood up from his office chair and glanced out the window as the cars drove by. The time was 10:30 PM. Most nights were nightmares of that night, or long nights in the office at the police station.

He took a puff of his cigarette; a bottle of whiskey wasn't far from his reach in a small glass cup. "I will find out what really happened...even if it kills me"

Jack had another lead much like his family's death and personally decided to see it for himself. He kneeled to where the body of another victim laid. Very similar to his wife's. Dead, cold eyes, missing blood and with some bite marks. It would be insane to think that it would be a vampire, that would be ridiculous.

The thing that always scared him the most was the messages running down in the walls in blood, that read "Contract" he found this very odd, that the victims would put that on the walls, none the less in blood.

"Contract? What did it all mean?" He hears another siren from behind him outside. "Oh no...its the chief" he thought to himself. "Sir-"

"DICKSON! I thought I told you I didn't want you on any cases!"

"I know sir but-"

"Don't you I know sir me! Look Dickson, you're a good detective but...ever since that incident with your family, you have been...a bit off." Jack remembered the scene in his head like he was seeing it now.

He breathed heavy thinking about it, he quickly pulled out a cigarette and began to smoke it like a coping mechanism. "See what I mean!? Take a vacation! Get a break!"

"Not yet! Not when I'm so close to the truth!" The boss felt he was talking to a wall. "All I'm saying is take it easy, your mental state can only take so much...and you need sleep" he looked up worried for his friend. "I'll sleep when I solve this mystery" he dropped his cigarette stomping on it and he walked off. All clues weren't obvious, there had to be more, but how when the only clues were dead corpse and the word contract on the walls. He had to go back to where it all started...Mel Brooke Drive, his old home.

Jack drove to Mel Brooke Drive, where the nightmare started. He looked up at the two-story house and the yellow police tape that read: "DO NOT CROSS" he went under it and pulled out his old key. The door opened with a loud creak, the house was cold, empty, and dimly lit all around. His lungs began to tighten just remembering being there again.

Jack stepped inside the house. The floorboard creaked loudly. He looked around the house and into the living room where the bodies once laid. He remembered it far too well. Memories flooded his mind, remembering that day.

"We have a call from Mel Brooks Drive, the neighbors say they heard a gunshot on the premises" Jack dropped his whiskey glass on the floor, spilling it everywhere and ran to see what happened. "No...." he jumped into his car and drove to his house.

A lot of cops were already there. "NORA!" he yelled running out of the car and into the house. "JACK DONT GO IN THERE!" He pushed past them and into the living room to see Nora with blood all over her body, her eyes open, dead and cold. He looked over for his son. Blood splattered all over wall where the crib sat. Jack eyes got wide. "NOOOOOO!!!!" he shivered remembering it.

The white tape where the bodies once laid, was still on the floor. He walked over and touched it as to feel comfort. "I wasn't there...I couldn't save you" he cried a little. He looked around the room and found a strand of hair, pure black. He pulled out a zip lock bag, cautiously.

The gun found at the crime scene was...odd...it was found in her hands, but Jack owned the only gun, and it was always with him. So how did she get one? His wife, his son, the gun, the writing on the wall saying contract. It didn't add up.

He headed back to his office and put up another tack for evidence. He circled the gun with a question mark and now the strand of hair? "If he didn't smell a cover up or a hidden murder then he didn't know what was. "DICKSON!" he heard his boss yell, he snapped back into reality from his deep thinking. "I don't have time! I almost have this solved!" He pushed past his friend.

He called another close friend who knew a lot about DNA testing back in the war days. "Hello, get me Fredrick Watson please" he said to the phone receptionist.

"One moment please." He waited for the call to transfer over. "Hello, this is Fredrick Watson, who may I ask is calling?" His German accent was thick. "Long time no hear Fredrick" it has been so long since he spoke to his friend from his war days. 

"Oh, look who it is, my dear friend Jack Dickson"

"I'm calling to see if you can check a DNA sample I found?"

"Darling, you know I can, send it over and I'll take care of it"

"Alright, I'll be there soon" he hung up the phone and headed to meet up with him.

Fredrick did all he could to figure out what this hair sample was and each time, dead end, after dead end, then it came to him. It was of nothing on this Earth, but how can that be?

He called up Jack. "Jack!?" He said with a rush in his voice. 

"Did you find anything?" He was eager yet cryptic. He was ready to catch whoever wronged him and took his everything.  "What is it!?"

"Oh Jack, darling.... this sample it..."

"It what!?"

"It...doesn't exist on this earth...."

His eyes grew wide. "What?!"

"It..it belongs to nothing, well at least of this world...I've done all the test, ran all knowledge and it isn't here"

".... but how...."

"I'm sorry my friend, maybe this is just a case that can't be solved, goodbye my good friend." he hung up the phone.

Jack couldn't believe it but then it didn't make since, he didn't believe in the supernatural but...maybe it was something beyond this world. He went to the library and found books on the supernatural. His first thought was a vampire, it made since yet again this creature or being was way too...smart. (Yea....smart...ha ha).

He went from vampires to gargoyles, to sirens, succubus, to angel's and demons. Demons...maybe it could be.

He heard raspy chuckling in the room. "I'll give you anything you want" he heard it say. He saw a shadow glide by back and forth. "WHO ARE YOU!!!???" yelled Jack. The demon appeared but he was only able to see a tux, a tie, and black hair, it frowned with his hands behind his back. "ANSWER ME!" He heard nothing but ringing in his ears though the demon's mouth was moving with an answer. "What?!" He tries to hear him. *Beep beeps beep! * He jumps to see his watch made a noise, he looked around to realize he was still in the library.

"Sir, we are closing."

"Oh sorry...." he looked at the book in front of him. It said Demon contracting. "Contract!?" His mind flashed back to remember; contract was on the walls from the victims. "I'll take this book."

"Alright" says the receptionist, he checked out the book and headed straight home.

Jack looked up from his table, his vision was a bit blurry as he held the whiskey glass in his hand. The bottle not far from his reach. He looked over at the picture of him and his wife holding his only son. His heart felt empty, sorrow and despair inside. He whipped his nose and sat up to look over at the book he just got from the library. "Demon Contracting".

Jack grabbed the book and flipped through it, to a chapter called "From death to life" from what he could tell it would be his life for another's and for Noah, his son, it was a price he was willing to make. He tore out the scroll in the book and put some blood on the it. He read the incantation. "Please bring them back to me" the room lit up in black and green, with the cries of tortured souls heard throughout the room. He was afraid, very afraid. Jack covered himself to see, it had stopped, silence.

"PLEASE NO! ANSWER MY PRAYER! ANYONE!!..." Silence. Jack fell to his knees crying. "Please...." he was so mad and yet sad, he started to throw things in a fit of rage, and it broke in the chaos, something broke. He looked and picked it up. It was the family picture. "I'm sorry.... I've failed again...it's hopeless"