Daddy's Criminal Intern (Assume & Celebstars)

The room was dark except for a glowing light in the hands of the forensic analyst. She was searching for any signs of DNA on a piece of clothing, whether it be blood, fingerprints or urine stains. "There" she said, pointing to a tiny spot which was shimmering in the light. "Get me a swab please Emma" the woman said, watching the intern hand her one. "Thank you...now we just slowly rub over it, collect it and pop it in a plastic bag there."

Emma grabbed the bag, placing the swab inside and labelling it with the crime case number and the date. The older woman, who was in charge of the college student turned on the lights to make the room brighter. "Is that the time? You can go if you like" she ordered, telling the blonde.

"Thanks! My dad is giving me a lift home. He hates when I am late to his office!" Taking her lab coat off, Emma was still in her college clothing as she was there earlier that day before coming to work at the police station. Her father had gotten her the intern-ship in the lab department, believing it would be a safe and well paid job.

"I will see you tomorrow!" She shouted, leaving the lab and heading up the main stairs to the top floor which was on the seventh level. By the time she reached the fifth set of stairs she was already tired, something she was ashamed to admit given she was only twenty years of age.

"Hey Emma" an officer said, walking past her. He had escorted her home many times before when her father was busy. "Hey Joe" she replied before reaching the top. Walking past many desks, the place seemed deserted until she saw loads of bodies in the briefing room. Raising her eyebrows, Emma decided to wait in her father's office which was in it's own room, away from everyone else's.

Mark Stone was the chief officer of the local police department in the city. Unlike most people he tended to take his job seriously, sometimes a bit to seriously. He believe that all criminals deserve to be behind bars. Though this wasn't the case. Especially with the type of criminals that had a lot of money. They were able to get away with murder if they had the right lawyers.

Mark never believe this was right, he joined the police force to put all criminals behind bars. Sometimes that meant he would have to take matters into his own hands, no matter what the cost was. Whether it was, finding evidence on his on through dangerous stake outs, or some more extreme matters of killing the targets. After all some criminals never learned, so what was the point in keeping them around?

Making his way to his office down town, he kept on checking his time. He knew he was going to be late in picking up his daughter, and he wasn't in the mood of having Joe take her home like he usually did. Speeding down the road in his dark black SUV, he arrived at the rather large police station. Parking his car in the lot, he ran to the entrance.

Mark wore his navy blue blazer that held all his badges along with a white collar shirt and a black tie. He had matching slacks and a pair of dark black dress pants. Upon entering in he greeted the secretary at the desk, who blush slightly waving at him. Telling him that his daughter had finished her session more than ten minutes ago. Heading to the stairs, he ran up all the flights as he reached his office. Mark was in rather extremely shape despite being forty-three years old. In a matter of minutes he reached his door as he slowly opened it.

Upon entering her father's office, Emma always admired the way it was kept. It was neat and tidy, just like their place at home. Looking around, she saw pictures of the man receiving awards and honours up on the wall by his trophies. His accomplishments at playing sports when he was younger was a reminder to her that he had a life before she was born.

Walking around his large wooden desk, she sat down in his big seat and was almost swallowed up by it. Leaning back, she smiled and thought she had the world at her feet. He must of loved having some form of power Emma believed, she certainly would have. Resting her bag on the grey carpeted floor the blonde beauty started to snoop to cure her boredom of waiting. Resting a hand on the mouse of the computer, she shook it a few times to see if the monitor would wake up. Sadly it didn't, it must of been turned off so she left it alone. Looking down, all of these drawers lay beside her, three on each side to be precise. The top one on the left was filled with pens and rubber bands. It also had a stuffed toy in there which was Emma's when she was little. "Aww" she moaned, loving her father even more.

Middle drawer on the left was just paperwork, the girl took a glimpse and got bored already, slamming it shut. The bottom component was a little larger than the others and had a heavy feel to it when she pulled on the handle. Once open, she gazed inside to see various files in yellow cardboard sleeves. Each one had a red sticker on the front saying 'Classified information'. Resting them up on the desk Emma started to go through all of them and see the horrors inside. All of these men in the files were murderers and had killed people in cold blood. Photographs taken from the scene of the crime were very graphic nearly making her vomit.

Upon reading more, she realised they all had something in common. They were let off without so much a slap on the wrist and were free to roam the streets.

Mark gazed at his daughter as she was going through some files, it appeared she didn't even notice him as he had entered in the room. Slowly walking closer to the desk he tip toed wanting to surprise her. Slamming down his hands onto the files he cleared his throat. "I see you got bored waiting for me." He said as he took the file away from her. "Haven't I told you not to go through my personal files before?" he said in a grumpy tone. Flipping through the documents, he realized that she had probably saw a lot of things. She would obviously have questions as to why he had something like this in his desk drawer. "Let's talk about this in the car okay?" he said with a small but uneasy smile. Holding onto the file he threw it onto the desk. "Hide it in your pocket book or something.." With that he turned around and exited his office turning off the lights as he waited for her.

Mark knew that one day she would find out about that file. She was a clever girl, and even worse a nosey one at that. Even when she was a baby she couldn't help exploring and getting into things she shouldn't have. Heading down the flight of stairs they made their way down to the lobby, the secretary waved them off smiling as they left.

"As you may figure that file is about some criminals who managed to escape the law." The father said as he fasten his seat belt and started the car. "Some people in this town, have quite the large sum of money, and right connections that they are able to get away with a lot of crimes very easily" Mark said as he turned to his daughter. "What do you think of that?" he paused wanting to get her side of that story. He figured she would feel the same way he did.

"If criminals like this stay on the streets, they'll become a plague that will breed and give life to more dangerous criminals. We need to protect the innocent, not the criminals." Pulling up to a red light, Mark slowed down the car as it came to a complete stop. "Open the file again...notice some names are crossed out?"

Emma flinched and jumped up from the seat as the hands hit the desk with a loud bang. She was sure her heart almost skipped a beat at that point in time. Watching the files slide away from her she looked up with her crystal blue eyes and gazed him whilst he spoke. "Ummm, I don't remember you ever telling me not to go through your work desk?" Tilting her head, she loved giving him the innocent girl look. Suddenly, he threw the file back towards her and told her to put it away, which caused her to look confused. "Your not angry?" Lowering her eyebrows she got up from the chair and picked up her bag from the floor. Quickly stuffing the files inside, she ran after her father who was waiting by the door.

Once they entered the SUV, Emma took off her bag and put it between her legs on the car floor. Tucking her belt in to the holder she listened to her father talk some more.

"What do I think of that? I hate it, it isn't right, it isn't justice" she said, looking at him. Going through her bag she pulled out some of the files, there was to many to hold all in one go. "So, what have all of these people got to do with you? You captured them?"

Once he replied, she opened one of the files to reveal a man. "Oscar Rodriguez? Why is his named crossed out?"

Mark was happy to see that she believed in justice, but he wasn't sure how she would react to his real secret. As they continued to drive off, he turned to her as she asked what he did with the criminals. Smirking he shook his head. "You can say that..I do capture them." She wasn't too far from the truth. Suddenly they hit another red light as she mentioned Oscar Rodriguez. Turning to her he smiled once more. "That's because he's dead." There it was, Mark couldn't believe he was actually going to tell his daughter everything.

"Emma..you see, I have a sort of...how should I say this..." Mark knew the human mind quite well, and no matter who he told they would have different reactions, all still being quite negative. "A thing for killing..." In reality it was a fetish, it was a urge, almost like a sexual one. It did gave him pleasure, but something more of a high. It only last so long before he would want to do it again.

"I like to kill people...you don't have to worry, I don't take it out of the innocent..I've heard a while ago that they are people in this world who shouldn't be. I've always thought of these people as pawns, pawns to satisfy my thirst." Mark realized how disturbing this conversation probably was for his daughter. As they continued to drive on, he suddenly turned his car parking it. "I know that must be a lot of you to take in. If you have any questions at all, I'll be happy to fill you in on anything. Other than my..hobby..I'm really just a normal person like you.." moving his hand, he placed it right on top of her thigh softly rubbing it.

His words just echoed in her mind, he liked to kill people? Emma felt a sudden fear of her father, one she had never felt before. Did he sense it? He immediately told her not to worry, that he didn't take out innocent people but that didn't make his daughter feel any better. "Your thirst? Your thirst for killing? What are you a monster!?!" Her wide blue eyes grew and her back hunched back in to the corner of her seat. When he touched her thigh, she took her leg away from him and opened the door to the car. Trying to get out at the red traffic light, the belt she had placed on her was keeping her from doing so. Getting in to a panic, she urgently tried to get herself free and managed to.

Grabbing her bag she left the files in his car and ran down the street. She didn't want to look back, she was afraid of what he might do to her. Innocent or not, she knew he secret now. Did that make her a target?

After running for what felt like forever Emma stopped at a friends house. She asked if she could stay the night to help clear her head.

"Honey!!...Emma!!" Mark yelled as she ran out of the car. Sighing, he didn't bother to chase after her. It was a stupid idea, why did he tell her? Maybe he wanted to let someone else know about his secret life. Why was he acting like this? There was no reason to tell anyone, he could have lied to her. Made up some story as to why he had the file, but instead, he thought telling her the truth would be the right decision. Seeing that she was his daughter, Mark believed that maybe she would feel the same way he did?

A few days had passed since the incident. Things went back to normal somewhat, Mark got up and went to work, then came back home. The day after he realized that his daughter had quit her internship at the office. She didn't give a reason why. Everyone was curious why she left. All Mark said was that she had a lot of other word for school and stuff. His lie did well to keep everyone from questioning him. Mark tried to call his daughter, but she never answered any of his calls. He found out that she was staying at a friends house. It at least made him worry less about her.

Mark had delayed some of his killings, he decided to just focus on work. Though his urges were getting to him, he knew that he would soon have to go out. Killing wasn't the only thing Mark enjoyed. He loved the game of it. Finding a target, then hunting them down and capturing them, just to finish them off.. He always made sure to give them a swift death. It was the least he could do. In his office, he was going over some paper work when the phone suddenly rang.

Emma hadn't been herself over the last few days. She hadn't said a word as to why she had left her father's house and nobody wanted to ask. The blonde could have a short temper sometimes and no one wanted to be on the end of it.

Today, Emma had finished college rather late in the evening. She couldn't study at her friend's house because it was rather noisy and there was no space. Wearing her usual college clothing, the student walked out of the building and down the concrete stairs. Travelling through the campus she made her way on to the street and held her books close to her chest. The cool evening air at 7pm hit her bare thighs below her skirt and above her knee high socks.

Along the walkway were street lights that filled the darkness with an orange glow. It didn't do to well in the brightening the area but it was better than nothing. Emma was feeling a little nervous walking home alone at this time, especially in this neighbourhood. A man was up ahead, skinny and tall leaning against a wall. He didn't look to have any business going on, maybe he was just catching up air? That is what she told herself anyway the nearer she got to him.

Passing him by, she looked over her shoulder and saw him move up from the wall and start to follow her. This made her panic so she started to walk faster now, glimpsing back at him every few steps. Suddenly, he started to run at her causing Emma to scream. "Aghhh!" Running herself now, she was surprisingly faster than him and turned a corner only to find it was a dead end in an alley. Looking behind her, she couldn't see the man yet and hid behind the trash cans. Reaching in to her bag, she made a call.

"Daddy! I need you! I'm being followed, someone is running after me!" Looking up, she saw the man tower over her. He had a grey beard which contradicting his short brownish hair above. "Aggghhhh!" She screamed, the phone call being hung up as he took it away from her and slipped it down in to the drain towards the sewers.

"Hello Emma?!" Mark yelled into his phone. "Where are you?! Who's following you?" Stomping his hand onto the desk as he got up, the phone suddenly went dead as she hung up. Quickly grabbing his jacket, he got his keys and left his office locking it behind him. Mark had somewhat of an idea where his daughter could be, he narrowed it down to a few palaces. The one place that stuck out in his mind was her school, he decided to check that area first.

Tom held onto her forcefully now, picking her up from the ground and pinning her against the alley way. Taking out his pocket knife he held it to her neck. "Okay, you're not going to make any more nosies..all you're going to do is stay still and just take it...try anything funny, and I'll slit your fucking throat.." His voice was harsh and heavy, his breathing was strained as his crotch poked and pushed against her bum.

Quickly he started to undo his belt with one hand while his other hand held the knife to her neck. After a few minutes of struggling he finally managed to undo his jeans pulling them down. Once his pants were around his knees, his cock pressed against her clothed bum. "Remember the rules now.." he said laughing, as he sliced her cheek. "Sharp isn't it?.." Tom was now toying with her showing what would happened if she didn't obey him.

Holding onto her, he pushed her onto the ground against some dirty garbage bags and random filth that was laying on the floor. With her on her belly, he lifted up her skirt forcefully and pulled down her underwear. He was already arouse from the excitement. "Having fun yet?" he said rubbing the side part of the knife right against her ass cheeks. Placing the knife right back into his pocket, he grabbed his cock as he rubbed it against her ass crack. "Mmmm...how should I have you?"

"Aghhh!" Emma moaned as he pushed her up against the wall with her chin grazing the old brickwork. The blonde's bag fell off her back, sliding down her arms and on to the floor along with the papers she carried in her hands. The notes flew everywhere in the small confined space and a breeze took two of them out of the alleyway, resting down on the side walk.

"Ugh!" Her skin felt the sharp point of the knife press against her neck, it broke through the first layer of skin and caused a drop of blood to form on the blade. Hearing the man threaten her life with slitting her throat, she started to shake in terror as if she hadn't already. "OK..OK" she cried in acknowledgement. Feeling him press up against her, Emma could feel his bulge press up against her tight skirt covered ass.

As the cold evening air was hitting her skin, it made her chin sting as it was grazed and dirty. Her eyes were watering with tears and the only sound she made was soft crying, not wanting to be to loud so he would get angry. The sound of a belt buckle unfastening scared her, it was becoming a reality now, he was really going to use her and take her for his own. Once he had stripped himself from the waist down and pressed himself against her, the warmness from his erection did nothing to comfort her. The knife lifted from her neck causing some relief but he slashed it against her cheek, causing a deep red colour to slowly drool out the wound.

Emma then fell on to the dirty floor below, her fall being cushioned by some garbage. It had some sharp objects inside, probably broken glass because her right hand was now cut in to sections along the palm. Her skirt was forced upwards towards her lower back and her panties pulled down to her knees, showing off her pale white ass cheeks. They didn't remain that way though as he smudged the blood on the knife against one. A sticky red fluid stuck to her skin before he put the knife away and rubbed his cock against her ass hole.

"Not my pussy! Please not my pussy! I'm a virgin! Please don't take that away from me!" Emma begged, crying still in pain and fear. Her long blonde hair which was silky smooth fell down the front of her shoulder and on to the floor, covering her sobbing face.

"A virgin?!" It seemed hearing that turned him on somewhat. "And why shouldn't I just ummm.." he said pausing as he placed the tip of his cock against her pussy. "Take it from you..." laughing he removed his cock. "Don't worry, I'm a nice guy..I'll obey your request.." Without warning he instantly rammed his cock right into her asshole, as he began to pound her pale soft ass. Harder and harder he went drilling her into the floor. Moving his legs in between hers he forced them open, causing her panties to rip a bit until they finally burst. With her legs completely open now he got at a better angle at her. Her asshole was tight, it was a virgin itself obviously. Feeling it's tightness as he squeezed and forced the unnatural hole open, he thought she was a bit stupid. It would have been easier for her if he just went in her pussy. Either or, he was still enjoying himself with this hole.

Laying his chest against her back, he humped and thrust his way deep into the whole. "Awww...this ass of yours..if only it could be mine forever.." he said whispering it into her ear. Opening his mouth, he stuck out his tongue as he gave her cheek a long hard lick. Licking up the blood from her bleeding cheek. "Mmm, you taste sweet...almost sweet as your tender ass here.." he said giving another forceful thrust into her.

A few miles away from them, Mark was speeding down the street, he had checked the college campus but there were security guards on patrol. Realizing this he figured there was no way she could be in trouble there. Driving down further he came into a rather bad neighborhood. "It's here.." he said driving with his head lights as he looked around.

Tom had been going at her for a few minutes now, almost ten when he suddenly was ready to blow. With a large deep thrust that pushed her body against the cold, hard, dirty ground he finally came pouring his dirty thick cum into her tight asshole. Pulling out his cock, he quickly got dress. "Sorry to just hit it and run..but, I don't know how long I have because someone comes looking for you." he said, pulling up his pants as he zipped it up. Moving down to her bum, he gave her ass cheek a kiss and the other one a slap before he quickly fled running through the alley. Emma was left there for a while before she would hear a familiar sound.

"Emma!? Emma!? Is that you?!" Mark had found her in the alley way, thanks to her papers that were flying wildly in the streets. One of it had landed on his windshield and all he had to do was follow the trail and he soon found her. Holding on to his gun he approached his daughter.

When he placed the tip of his cock against her lips, she almost freaked out, trying to squirm away from underneath him. "No! Please!" She begged, her voice sounding desperate. Thankfully, he moved it away from her slit but lifted it up a few inches to her back hole, making her gasp in pain as he forced himself in and stretched her. "Ahhh...Aghh!" She whined, lifting her head up and trying to pull herself free but not being able to. It felt horrible, disgusting and repulsive. The experience was dreadful and made her feel angry, although the constant pain made her not able to show it.

Emma's legs were forced further and further apart by him, her flexibility allowing her to almost do the splits. The white cotton panties started to rip before splashing back against her thigh. Lifting up once more, Emma then tried to move once more but his sudden weight landed on her back, forcing her back down on to the floor and dirtying up her clothing. "Ugh!" Repulsed by him already, the added insult of him licking her face and her blood almost sickened her to the stomach before another forceful thrust caused her to gulp and cry in pain. Tears were streaming down her face, her cheeks stained by the water and making them go red.

Once he came and pulled out, the sudden rush of cold air in her ass did little to comfort her. Her hole was wide and gaping, pink and filled with white fluid. When he left her, Emma had never felt so alone, she pulled her skirt back and tried to get up. Thankfully her father had arrived by now, shouting her name.

"Daddy?" Standing up, she saw him through her tears and hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go.

Holding onto her, he smiled brightly as he pet her. He didn't bother going after the criminal to find him. He knew that the criminal will get what he deserved, for now he wanted to make sure his daughter was okay. "Don't worry darling..everything is going to be okay alright?" he said in a somewhat calm tone trying to keep her calm and relaxed. "Don't cry..." taking off his jacket he wrapped it around her body, covering her up some as he picked her up in his arms. Taking her over to the car, he opened the back door as he laid her down on the back seat. Giving her a big kiss on her forehead, he closed the door. Heading back outside, he went to gather her things. Doing his best he managed to get her bag, as well as some of her papers.

Judging from what had happened he could tell that whoever did this wasn't an expert. He had came in her. At least in her asshole, and that was all that Mark needed to find the rapist. Collecting a little sample that was on the ground, he took out a plastic bag and a needle as he soaked up the sperm into the needle. Heading back into the car, he closed the door and started to drive off. "Rest now...Daddy will make sure this guy is taken care of soon...for now just sleep.." he told his daughter as they drove home.

Once they got back to the apartment home, he carried his daughter inside in his arms and laid her on the couch. He went to the kitchen and made her some tea to drink. Bringing the earl grey tea in a cup, he placed it on the table as he sat next to her, brushing her hair. "Are you feeling better?" he asked.

Her head was sinking in to his clothed shoulder, her tears being soaked up from her eyes by his jacket. Each hand was around her father's waist, her nails clutching him, never wanting to let go. She was made to pull away though when he took of his jacket, wrapping it around her to give her some dignity and keep her warm. Lifting up in to his arms, she held on to the back of his neck as he carried her to his SUV. Resting in the back, she felt his peck on her forehead before leaving her alone.

Emma kept her eyes closed, unaware that he was heading back to the alley and trying to recover as much of her papers as he could along with her bag.

She didn't awake again until she was at home, her real home with her father. Waking up on the couch, she opened her eyes and flickered them. Shaking in fear, she saw the man bring her a tea before asking how she was feeling.

"I'm OK" she said, sitting up and drinking some of the tea. Emma started to cry again now.

Mark could see that she was shaken up, who wouldn't be? He was never good in these situations. It was hard for him to deal with such emotions, but he always managed to try his best for his daughter. "Everything is going to be okay.." he said rubbing her shoulder. "I'm going to catch this guy.." he promised her. He hadn't called the police, and he wasn't planning too. Usually Mark would take care of criminals who had con their way out of jail, but this time was different it was a bit more personal.

Mark decided to break his tradition for his daughter's sake. He didn't want this guy to rot in jail, that would be a luxury. "Do you still think what I do is wrong?" He said suddenly whilst rubbing her shoulder. "Some of the people that I deal with are robbers, murders, and rapist.." Mark said raising his head as he turned to look at her.

"Most of those people don't learn their lesson, even if you give them a second chance. They'll just take it, and do the same thing when they're free." He knew the system, and the criminals as well, he had seen it happen countless times before.

"This may be the wrong time to bring this up again, usually I take care of criminals who abused the justice system...but this time is personal, someone messed with my little girl.." wrapping his arm around her he brought her into his side gently cuddling her.

She listened to him, talking about his little projects and his own justice system. It sounded so right but Emma hated what had happened to her, she didn't want that creep to get away with it nor harm anyone else. Falling in to his grasp as he held her, the blonde cuddled up to him again although she nearly spilt her tea. Putting it on the table, she pulled away and looked at him. "You do what you think is best" she said. "I'm going to have a shower."

Standing up, her asshole and pussy came on to show briefly as her skirt was higher up than usual. She had no idea as she walked out and went to her room. Starting to undress herself, Emma took off her college clothing and bra before standing naked in the mirror. Starting to cry, she wiped away some tears and felt her behind with a hand. It was pretty sore still and made her feel dirty and used. Trying to calm herself down, she managed to grab a towel and wrap it around her from the best down. Heading out of her room, she went along the corridor to the bathroom to shower.

He was surprised to hear her tell him to do whatever he thought was best. It seemed she had somewhat a new look on what he did, after being a victim herself. "Okay honey, go and take a shower and we can talk some more." Mark was about to get up from his seat with he suddenly watched as his daughter stood up. His eyes widen seeing as her asshole and pussy came in full view to him. Clearing his throat, he wanted to look away, it was wrong..but he couldn't help but look on until she went out of sight. He could feel a huge tingling sensation in his pants. Trying to ignore it, he got up and quickly went to the kitchen taking the tea cup he washed it out and place it into the cupboard.

Leaning against the sink, he began to think. What could he do to cheer her up. He knew what would cheer him up in this situation...revenge. Though he wasn't sure if Emma was like that. Maybe he could convince her somehow he thought. Sighing, he moved back to the couch as he turned on the t.v. deciding to wait for her and have a small chat. Turning on the t.v. one of those reality shows came on, changing it he decided to look at the sports channel which was talking about how the US won its first match in the world cup!

A month later, things had settled since the traumatic night. Emma was back at the police station doing her forensics internship in the lab. She and her father had made up and she was...well....comfortable with what he was doing yet she didn't like it. Each night she had returned home she was told he had been looking and digging in to the man, even running his semen through the database in the hope that there was a match. There was, although not something he had been hoping for. Emma listened to him tell her that he had committed other crimes but his DNA hadn't give him a face or name.

"We could just drive around the area?" She said, "He was waiting there, he knew the place, knew to corner me in to an alleyway, we could do one of them cop things like stake outs?" Since she had been involved in this, the idea of him being killed left her mind, they had been searching for so long that Emma didn't think it was going to happen.

"Let's go" she said, almost like a command. Grabbing a beige overcoat, she slipped it on over her blue sweater and navy blue jeans. It hugged her ass tightly, showing just how round and firm it was. Her long blonde hair was in pigtails today, Emma feeling something a little different was necessary. Her blue eyes shown beautifully against her hair, showing her more innocent side.

Mark was happy that his daughter was now in a better mood, it seemed that things were finally back to normal, at least somewhat. In turn Mark was working harder than ever to find a match to the criminal. Though he had no matches or leads, he was still determine to find that man, for his daughters sake.

"Drive out to the area?" Mark said raising a brow to his daughter, thinking it through he smiled brightly as he went over giving her a big kiss on her forehead. "Heh, well aren't you a smart girl. That's a great idea, criminals usually don't wonder too far from their territory, and as you said he knew there was an alleyway there. That was no conscience..." Much like her father it seemed she had a knack for crime investigation. Watching as she grabbed her coat, and gave him the command to go, he had to admit that she was growing up rather fast, and in more than one ways. Looking down at her firm round ass, he could't help but feel slightly arouse. Ever since he saw her holes that day, he couldn't get his mind off of her.

Grabbing his black trench coat, he threw it over him as he followed his daughter to his car. Boarding it, they quickly drove off heading to the area which she was raped at.

As the car neared the area, Emma started to feel scared and shaken. Brushing her blonde locks away from her eyes she placed the loose strands behind her ears. The majority of her hair was still in pigtails, nearly tied and hanging on each shoulder. As they continued to drive, this was the first time Emma had returned to the neighbourhood, she chose to walk the long way around when she left college now or her father would pick her up.

Approaching the scene of the crime, Emma did start to shed a tear but she told her father to stop and turn the headlights off. "He was waiting there" she pointed, "against that wall with his foot up." Figuring it had been a month now with no police response, Emma assumed he would be feeling quite safe.

A man then suddenly came around a corner, his body type that similar to the criminals. His face was blacked out though by the dark shadow of the night but it would become clear once he walked in to the street lamp. "That's him!" She shouted, watching him cross over towards the car. Emma started to breath heavily and pant. Her blue eyes went wide in terror.

Mark kept an eye on his daughter as they slowly circled the area, he figured she would be feeling a bit shaken up. After all it was almost like she was reliving what happened a month ago. Placing a hand on her thigh he gently rubbed it as they drove on. Turning off his headlights when she gave the call, he kept his eyes open. He remembered the description that his daughter gave of him, and looked to see if he could find anyone matching it. With no luck, he was thinking that this might be a deadened.

Jumping up instantly as his daughter shouted in his ear, he looked forward and seeing the man. "Be quite!" Mark said placing his hand to his mouth. "Don't worry, I'm here this time. He can't hurt you okay? Just take deep breaths..." Turning back to the man, Mark watched as he was getting closer and closer to the car. This was bad, he had seen Emma's face before, and there was a high chance that he would remember her again. It would be a pain to have to chase him. Thinking quickly, Mark threw himself towards his daughter as their lips instantly met. Kissing her passionately he placed his hand right around her waist.

As Tom was walking by the car, he looked in and whistled. "Nice whore you got there..." He chuckled, as Mark's head was covering his daughter's face as they made out. He gave a small thumps up but made sure to keep her face hidden. After a few seconds, he broke from the kiss and turned to see that Tom was walking down the street. Starting the car he began to slowly follow him to an apartment complex. "I'm sorry for that.." Mark lied. "I didn't want to risk him seeing your face, and running off..." he tried his best to sound as apologetic as he could.

Emma saw her father rush over to her, leaning in from his driver's seat. His arm wrapped around her waist, he was going to cuddle her, console her and make her feel safe. However, his face was nearing hers, his eyes were closing and before she knew it, her lips were pressed against his. Those big blue eyes of hers got even bigger as she squirmed underneath him but when his tongue slithered in to her mouth like a serpent, Emma calmed and closed her eyes, lifting a hand up to cup his cheek as the man she had been hunting walked past.

Once it broke, Emma lingered with her hand up and kept her eyes closed for a few seconds after before opening them and seeing her father slowly drive. She felt confused yet aroused. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she heard her father's apology but said nothing in return. She stayed quiet, thinking about her first make out session. She never would have guessed it would of come from her father. It did feel wrong, yet she didn't mind. It didn't really count as he needed to do it to protect her.

Mark snapped out of his little trance from kissing his daughter. Soon he entered into his work mode. As they parked into the parking lot of the apartment complex, he navigated his eyes around the area. There was no cameras. "This 'hunt' should be easier. Good thing this is a low income area, there's no security cameras. We don't have to do too much sneaking around. All we have to make sure of is that none of the neighbors see us." Tom walked up the stairs to the second floor and into apartment 204. When he was out of sight, Mark opened the glove compartment of his car using a key that was in his pocket. Taking out a small dark bag from it, he zipped it open. There was a few full needles in it, taking one out he he flicked his fingers against it. "Etorphine...it's a sedative.." he said leaving it at that.

"I've never taken someone with me before..so this will be different. Whatever happens, you must keep quiet. If something goes bad leave me and run..okay?!" he said in a firm voice. Mark was an expert at this, he knew that nothing was going to happen but just to make sure, he advised his daughter what to do. Taking out a pair of black leather gloves he placed them on, as he grabbed a lock pick. "Take a pair of gloves as well.." he said pointing to the second pair.

Leaving the car they quickly made their way to the outside, and to the second floor right by the apartment of Tom. Looking around Mark checked about three times to see if anyone was around. Luckily it was vacant. Looking into the window he could see that it was empty. Tom was probably in the bathroom or something. Picking the lock of the door, he made his way in. Silently he called Emma over. Pointing to the living room, he motioned for her to stay there.

Leaving her alone, he searched the house quietly. Luckily Tom didn't hear them enter. Looking into one of the rooms, he could see the man watching t.v. Kicking the wall, he got his attention as Tom got up. "What was that..?" he said coming into the hallway. As he did, Mark instantly stuck the needle into his neck. Tom let out a soft groan before falling down to the ground.

Slipping on the black leather gloves, Emma got out of the car and walked behind her father, cautiously looking behind her every few seconds. Going in to the building, she was standing behind her parent, following in every one of his footsteps until they reached the front door of the man. "How do you know this is where he lives?" The blonde cutie asked. Her voice was in a whisper and broken by the clicking of the lock.

Upon entering the home, they were already in the living room and it looked a mess. Black bags full of trash were stacked in almost every corner and old newspapers were scattered across the carpeted flooring. The sofa had stains on it which was never cleaned up. How could he live like this?" She thought, holding her nose at a dreadful smell which attacked her nostrils.

"I'll wait here" she nodded, whispering still as her father went on in the home. Looking around still, Emma stayed still before hearing a bang. Raising her eyebrows, she had no idea what it was but curiosity got the better of her so she wondered in her father's footsteps to see him sticking a needle in the man's neck.