As Rebecca sat at her desk sipping on some tea with honey and chamomile and skimming over a few appropriated case files from the city police, her brow furrowed a little and quietly she mused to herself, [color=ed1c24][i]These attacks have been rampant here late.  It's as though something's provoking them to lash out so violently.  Or perhaps...someone.[/i][/color]  She took a small sip of her tea and sat it aside.  Meanwhile, her servant was dusting the shelves full of her antiques gathered from her journeys around the world, happily humming to herself.  Rebecca eyed the young vampire for a moment and smiled lightly before turning back to the files.  It didn't make sense to her, vampires striking willy nilly, a city gripped in absolute fear of being out during the night and enlisting an enforcement agency that seemed more to Rebecca like a private military firm.  Might as well be since vampires are considered more of a threat than Islamic extremism.  Setting the files aside, she stood from the desk about to yawn, but stifled it when her phone began to ring, catching her off guard.

[color=f49ac2]"Ah!  I'll get it!"[/color]  Cammie tried to reach for the phone, but already her mistress' hand was upon it, a soft smile given to the young girl as Rebecca answered, [color=ed1c24]"Private Investigation, who is this I'm speaking to?  Officer Hurst, how are you on this wonderful evening?  Files?  Why...no I'm quite sure I don't have them.  What would make you say that I presume?"[/color]  A sly wink she gave to her servant, Cammie giggling softly.  [color=ed1c24]"Perhaps you misplaced them then.  Oh but thank you for reminding me.  I've been meaning to ask you of those few cases.  The bodies are still in the morgue, are they not?  Of course it is not my business, but...a detective is still a detective, even if she does not carry a badge like you, good sir.  So they are then.  Yes of course, I'll stop sticking my nose where it shouldn't be.  Mhmm...you have a wonderful night as well, Officer Hurst.  Take care then."[/color]  As she hung up the phone, her pleasant smile faded into a bothersome scowl across her lips.  [color=ed1c24]"Honestly, I don't know how I put up with such a stubborn mortal."[/color]  Rebecca sighed rubbing her temples with her frail fingers.  [color=ed1c24]"Camille, let's go.  We're off to the morgue. Make sure you bring the necessary requirements."[/color]  Camille nodded, [color=f49ac2]"Yes, Rebecca."[/color]  And scurried off to her room, or rather the room she shared with the woman.  Once she returned, the two made their way outside to Rebecca's vehicle, a cherry red sports car, and drove to the city morgue.  Along the way, they were passed by a speeding bike with some emblem.

Rebecca figured it was the firm hired to protect the city from the recent vampire scourge, though officials were trying the best they can to keep things under-wraps and of course doing their damndest to make sure certain people stayed quiet about the grisly affair.  Pulling up to the building, she killed the ignition and stepped out throwing on her long grey coat, as it was a rather chilly night, and it was bound to be bone chilling once they were inside the main facility.  Cammie was the first to walk right up to the building, holding the door open for her mistress before skipping inside herself.  They approached the front desk, the man behind it, dressed in slightly sullen scrubs, skimming with tired, lethargic eyes through a newspaper before crumpling it slightly and turning towards them.  "Yes?"  He inquired a bit snarky.  Rebecca paid it no mind however, [color=ed1c24]"Hello there.  I was hoping to identify a body.  I run a private detective firm here in the city.  Rebecca Valentine, and this is my assistant, Camille."[/color]  [color=f49ac2]"Hi!"[/color]  Camille smiled brightly and waved, yet even a face as warming as hers, at least warming to her mistress, couldn't even get to this sour bastard, "Sorry, but I can't allow anybody to view the corpses unless they're official police detectives.  Now then, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get back to my break."  Coldly he whisked the newspaper back to his face, barely noticing the scowl on Rebecca's, but that scowl turned into a rather amusing smirk as she spoke again, [color=ed1c24]"Oh heavens.  How could I forget.  We are on official police business, from detective Johnathan Hurst."[/color]  He wouldn't recognize it as he stared at her again, but Camille did instantly, trying her best to stifle a giggle.  In a matter of seconds, the man happily obliged them, "Oh right.  We just received a call from Hurst here recently.  Said he would be sending a representative in his place.  Please, follow me miss Valentine.  We've got two of the bodies in the freezer right now, but one's still on the slab for viewing."

[color=ed1c24]"Why thank you, kind sir."[/color]  Rebecca spoke eloquently and followed behind the man down the hall with Camille beside her.  [color=f49ac2]"That's a really neat trick, Mistress."[/color]  Excitedly the girl whispered.  [color=f49ac2]"You'll have to teach me how to do that."[/color]  Rebecca smirked, [color=ed1c24]"Perhaps another time, sweetie.  Right now, we're about to embark on another hunt, and something tells me these attacks aren't sporadic.  If my assumptions are correct, these youngbloods are possibly thralls of an elder, and they're being provoked to strike."[/color]