"Well, here she is.  Quite a sight, isn't it?"  Walking into the morgue, it already felt like the temperature dropped to zero as they entered the room, and wafting in the chilled air was the pungent odor of formaldehyde and bleach, a clean scent yet it burned the woman's nostrils.  "We've still have yet to identify the cause of death, but according to police reports, the victim was allegedly drained of blood, but then again, with a gaping hole like that in her neck, I'm not surprised if she bled out."  Rebecca sighed and shook her head softly, barely paying any mind to the medical examiner.  Her attention was mostly on the dead blonde resting on the slab.  [color=ed1c24]"She have a name?"[/color]  Rather blunt she asked.  The examiner replied, "Not yet.  She's pretty much a Jane Doe until we get a hold of her family.  You know her?"  Rebecca shook her head, [color=ed1c24]"I'm afraid not. She's beautiful though."[/color]  The examiner chuckled, "Yep, she's a looker alright.  Anyway, I'll leave you and your assistant to your work.  Got some reports I need to fill out for the coroner.  If you need anything, just holler."  Rebecca smiled sincerely, [color=ed1c24]"Will do, good sir.  Thank you."[/color]

As he left the room though, Rebecca and Camille kept an eye on him until he was gone.  Once they were sure the coast was clear, that's when they went to work.  Rebecca gave a slight nod to the blue haired girl and stood back as she approached the dead woman slowly and gently set her hand on her closing her eyes.  [color=f49ac2]"I....I can hear her.  She's afraid."[/color]  In a whisper Camille spoke.  Rebecca crossed her arms and returned, [color=ed1c24]"Tell her she's safe.  We're not here to hurt her."[/color]  Camille nodded lightly, her eyes still closed.  It was amazing to the woman, Camille's gift, to see beyond the boundaries of the mortal realm and to commune with those who remained on the cusp between, caught between the living....and the dead.  Rebecca frowned a bit concerned however as Camille's hand trembled shortly, not really a good sign.  [color=f49ac2]"She's fading away.  I-I might lose contact soon."[/color]  Hesitant Cammie stammered.  [color=ed1c24]"Then ask her who it was who killed her.  Hurry, we need to know."[/color]  Camille nodded, but soon her eyes shot open and she gasped falling to her knees, her emeralds gleaming bright...almost inhuman.  [color=ed1c24]"Camille!"[/color]  Rebecca quickly caught her in her arms and pulled her into a hug.  [color=ed1c24]"Are you okay, darling?  What happened?"[/color]  She held the girl close to her, a deep concern wavering in her ice blue eyes.  A tad weary Camille answered her, her voice a little raspy, [color=f49ac2]"I-I'm okay, Mistress, but I...I lost her..."[/color]  Rebecca, though disappointed by the news, tenderly kissed her servant's cheek and whispered, [color=ed1c24]"Don't worry, sweetie.  We'll try to contact her again."[/color]  But more grim news had to follow from Camille, [color=f49ac2]"I...I can't anymore, Rebecca...  I'm sorry..."[/color]  [color=ed1c24]W-what...what do you mean?"[/color]  Rebecca asked, her brow furrowing.  Camille answered frowning, a bit of a mist in her eyes, [color=f49ac2]"She...she's been pulled into the void.  I can't contact any souls after they've left the firmament between our realms, and....even if I could, she's too afraid to speak to me, because...."[/color]  She didn't even have to say it.  Rebecca already knew why anyone, living or dead would be terrified of them.  [color=ed1c24]"Shhhh...it's okay, Camille.[/color]  Softly she spoke comforting her young servant.  [color=ed1c24]"Were you able to discover her killer?"[/color]  Camille nodded slowly and breathed leaning into the woman's touch to her cheek, [color=ec008c]"Mag....  That's all she could say before she faded away."[/color]  Mag.... Rebecca knew nothing of the sort.  Was it part of a name?  Obviously it was, but...just a part...it wasn't enough to identify these vampires and their lord...but a clue it was at least.  [color=ed1c24]"Here..."[/color]  The woman sighed growing one of her sharp claws, carving the bladelike appendage into her wrist and bringing it dripping with her blood to the youngling's lips.  [color=ed1c24]"Drink.  You need your strength, my dear."[/color]  Camille lapped at the wound a little before her small fangs extended and she bit into her lady's wrist, quietly sucking on her flesh and taking in her crimson nourishment...  It pained the elder vampire at first, but gently she smiled and petted Camille running her fingers through her hair.  Mag...an obscure mention...but perhaps they were getting somewhere...