New orleans son chapter 1

Chapter 1

Lying in the dark of his apartment in the French Quarter Ronan sees images of strange people. He feels strangely connected to theses people but doesn't reconize any of them except of one. A talk dark haired man with ice blue eyes. If you first saw this man you would think his eyes were cold and uncaring but Ronan however knows different. He has been seeing those eyes for as long as he can remember. They weren't cold and uncaring as they appeared to be.

It was always more vivid when he drifted off to sleep. He could fully interact with the man he'd come to know as Gabriel. Thing was he wasnt a man Gabriel at least not a human one. Anytime he appeared in one of the dreams it was after the sun went down and he always just appeared when Ronan thought of him. He never told anyone about Gabriel for fear they would all think he lost his mind.

What had felt like minutes was really hours of sleep. Gabriel showed in the dream again as always but said nothing and vanished. His alarm clock buzzing Ronan reached over growling and turned it off. The room was still dark. He blinked a few times to adjust his eyes before standing up.
"Damn it 5:30 already!!"
He walks a few steps and streches making his back and shoulders pop. He walks to the bathroom smacking his foot on the doorway.
"Son of a bitch! That hurt."
He growls in pain.
"Only you after a year Ron would still do that."
He shakes his head and turns on the light to take a shower.

Ronan had moved from Junction City , Kansas a year ago to New Orleans. He had to get away from the farms and the normal crime there before he went crazy. Nothing big ever happened to him on the force there.There were a few people both on and off the force back in Kansas who thought he was a bit off in the head. Here he didn't feel that. Here he felt at home.



Ronan had always had a thing for the paranormal since he was a kid. Most people said it was an obsession . Hell maybe they were right but he didn't care. He loved ghost stories, vampires, hauntings,and all that went with it.The Vampires and witches were always the ones that called to him the most. Now at 29 that was still the case.

Ronan had always just thought it was because he spent most of his childhood til he was 10 in and out of fostercare . At 10 he was adopted by a couple named Philip and Mary Donnallan. He found out 8 years later that both his birth parents were killed.His mother in a drunken rage by his father.After his father had called 911 and before the police arrived he shot him self in the head. He did how ever know his mother's maiden name and with the full support of both his adopted partents changed his name from Ronan Donnallan to Ronan Ravencroft.

Stepping out of the shower and pulling on his pants he hears his cell phone ring and walks over to pick it up.His partner Det Jack Williams on the other end.
"Det. Ravencroft here".
"Ronan we have one I told the Chief you would want in on and couldn't pas up."
Ronan sighs.
"Oh really Williams What you got then?"
"Dead body near St Louis in Jackson Square near the fountian.15 minutes Ill fill you in when you get here."
He rolls his eyes.
"I can get there faster then that Jack. Im 5 6 blocks away tops. Be there in 5."
Sticking his cell phone in his shirt that he was putting on while talking to Jack he quickly puts on his shoes and grabs his jacket and car keys. He walked down the 2 flights of stairs to his black 1996 mustang cobra and got to the scene in just over the 5 minutes.

Ronan parked his car by Cafe Du Monde and and walked over to the fountain in Jackson Square. His partner walks over to him just as he gets to the body.
"Female victim between 5 foot and 5 foot 4.Her name according to her ID is Cassandra Malloy. She's 20 a student from LSU."
Ronan goes over and looks at the body.
"Okay then why should this interest me Jack?"
"Well no one knows what killed her. Something almost took her head clear off and the cut marks on her body don't appear to be made by any known weapon."
Ronan laughs.
"so what you think this is supernatural then?"
Jack looks at him.
"Come on Ron , Everyone here knows you and the creepy cases go hand in hand . If it isnt I owe you 100 bucks okay but if it is you owe me the 100. You do know the other guys call you the Occult cop right?"
Ronan looks at his partner and friend in mock shock.
"Do they now? Yes Jack I know dont worry. they thought I was off in the head back in Kansas. Here I am aware of it. NOLA has her own history with the occult, witchcraft and voodoo. I did my home work before coming here you know?"