[h3][color=ed1c24]Rebecca[/color] & [color=6ecff6]Camille[/color][/h3]

[color=6ecff6]"Private investigation.  Please hold." 

"Umm Hi.  She's not in right now, can I take a message?  Mhmm...Oh okay.  I'll be sure to get that back to her.  Thank you." 

"Rebecca Valentine's office.  This is Cammie.  Umm...just a second."[/color]

 Sitting behind the desk of a small business office, decorated with small paintings of various landscapes and a few worldly trinkets here and there, she sighed with relief, finally able to set the phone down, but only to scoot back the slightly plush leather chair from the desk and stand on her feet, giving a stretch and a little yawn exposing her tiny daggers of ivory glinting in her mouth. Happily the strange girl hummed to herself ambling down the hallway, turning left towards a door and gently nudging it open with a resounding creak. Her eyes, shiny emeralds, even in the dim candlelit glow of the room, trailed from the large, elegant dresser over to the queen sized bed, where upon it slept a woman with fiery red hair, a bit tousled from her tossing and turning in her somewhat peaceful slumber, her lips parting slightly to give a small glimpse of her own fangs as incoherently she mumbled turning over again. 

	The girl giggled to herself and slipped into the room, climbing onto the bed and giving the woman a little shake, [color=6ecff6]"Mistress, It's time to wake up." [/color]

	[color=ed1c24]~"Mngh....Wha...what?"~[/color], The woman stirred raising her head from her pillow and turned over to look upon her young servant with tired yet piercing blue eyes, as blue as ice they appeared to the girl. [color=ed1c24]~"Already?  But I was just having a wonderful dream?"~[/color] She yawned rubbing her eyes and stretching. Cheerily the girl asked, [color=6ecff6]"Ooh!  Was I in it, Mistress?"[/color] 

	[color=ed1c24]~"But of course you were, sweetie."~[/color] The woman purred with a wry smile. [color=ed1c24]~"And Camille, you don't have to call me Mistress.  You're not my slave, darling."~[/color] A sly wink she gave before slipping out of bed, dressed in only a silk negligee but it soon fell to the floor, revealing her decadent figure in all its majesty. 

	Of course, she didn't seem to mind the girl observing her bare splendor. After all, they were quite...[i]close[/i], to put it in better words. [color=6ecff6]"Umm...o-okay, Rebecca."[/color] A warm hue of rose finding its way to her cheeks, Camille answered. Rebecca smiled all the more and sauntered to her dresser, pulling out a black lace bra and a pair of matching panties before slipping into them and making her way to her closet. Twas no surprise what her outfit would be, casual yet with a professional modesty. As she buttoned up her blouse, Rebecca asked of her cute servant, [color=ed1c24]~"Were there any calls while I was asleep?"~ [/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Just a few."[/color] Camille answered, pondering for a moment drumming her dainty fingers against her lips, [color=6ecff6]"Hmmm...Oh!  There was some man calling for you.  He didn't leave a name, but said it was important you meet with him.  He left an address and a time.  2:15 AM at Fifth and Mattherson."[/color] Her eyebrow rose slightly at the message given. 

	[color=ed1c24]~"Odd."~[/color]Rebecca mused sitting on the edge of her bed, slipping her feet into her black heels. Who would want to meet with her so late and also...why wouldn't they leave a name but some address? 

	Fifth and Mattherson, there was nothing there but an old construction yard. It was meant to be a shopping mall, but according to some...sources Rebecca knew, construction halted after a rather grim incident. She read the case files, happily borrowed from city police. Twas just as she assumed, bodies drained of their blood, horrific wounds on the neck indicating teeth. The attacks were only growing worse, and from the way things felt to the woman, the place was swarming with Nosferatu....swarming...with her kind.

A rather dull and monotonous evening it was to be for them, not a single call coming in, nor any message at all.

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.  Another vampire perhaps?  No...couldn't be.[/i][/color]  Folly it was for Nosferatu to commit their crimes in the public eye. She took a small sip of her tea and sat it aside. Meanwhile, her servant, Camille, a rather eccentric young girl with blue hair, 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 rumors that perhaps there were more than just Nosferatu lurking about the harrowed streets and mausoleum filled cemeteries of old [i]N'awlins[/i].  Intriguing yes, but at the same time it left her bewildered.

 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=6ecff6]"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, vigorously massaging her temples with her frail fingers. [color=ed1c24]~"Honestly, I don't know how I put up with such a stubborn mortal.  Camille, sweetheart, I think it's time you and I took a little field trip."~[/color]