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	Pulling up to the building, she killed the ignition on her car 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.  The dimly lit sign said it all, Morgue, flickering and buzzing incessantly, producing a rather eerie chill that crept up and down the woman's spine. 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, ~"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."~

	 "Hi!" 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, ~"Oh heavens.  How could I forget.  We are on official police business, from detective Johnathan Hurst."~ 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." 

	~"Why thank you, kind sir."~ Rebecca spoke eloquently and followed behind the man down the hall with Camille beside her. "That's a really neat trick, Mistress." Excitedly the girl whispered. "You'll have to teach me how to do that." 

	Rebecca smirked, ~"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 being provoked to strike out towards the mortal populous, either by a coven lord or...some other outside influence."~

	"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 had 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. ~"She have a name?"~ 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, ~"I'm afraid not. She's beautiful though."~ 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, ~"Will do, good sir.  Thank you."~

	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 forehead, closing her eyes. 

	"I....I can hear her.  She's afraid." In a whisper Camille spoke. Rebecca crossed her arms and returned, ~"Tell her she's safe.  We're not here to hurt her."~ 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. 

	"She's fading away.  I-I might lose contact soon." Hesitant Cammie stammered. ~"Then ask her who it was who killed her.  Hurry, we need to know."~

	Camille nodded, but soon her eyes shot open and she gasped falling to her knees, her emeralds gleaming bright...almost inhuman. ~"Camille!"~ Rebecca quickly caught her in her arms and pulled her into a hug. ~"Are you okay, darling?  What happened?"~ 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, "I-I'm okay, Mistress, but I...I lost her..."

	Rebecca, though disappointed by the news, tenderly kissed her servant's cheek and whispered, ~"Don't worry, sweetie.  We'll try to contact her again."~ But more grim news had to follow from Camille, "I...I can't anymore, Rebecca...  I'm sorry..." 

	~"W-what...what do you mean?"~ Rebecca asked, her brow furrowing. Camille answered frowning, a bit of a mist in her eyes, "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...." She didn't even have to say it. Rebecca already knew why anyone, living or dead would be terrified of them. ~"Shhhh...it's okay, Camille."~ Softly she spoke comforting her young servant. ~"Were you able to discover her killer?"~ Camille shook her head slowly and breathed leaning into the woman's touch to her cheek, "She faded before I could, but..she did give me her name."

~"What was it?"~

"Meredith...Meredith Hines."

	Meredith Hines...Rebecca knew not that name, nothing of the sort either that could connect her to a vicious and heinous attack such as the poor girl had endured.  Still, it was a clue at least.   ~"Here..."~ The woman sighed reaching for the scalpel upon the table, carving the surgical steel into her wrist and bringing it dripping with her blood to the youngling's lips. ~"Drink.  You need your strength, my dear."~ 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.

	Whatever Meredith was attacked by, it was still out there, preying upon its next gruesome endeavor.  And wherever it may lurk, whether it be vampire or some other ghastly horror of the damned, Rebecca would find it...and most certainly, she would kill it.

@Whitewind@Demonic Angel

An accident, sure it was.  Well, maybe this cat wouldn't mind accidentally having the skin flayed off her bones slowly and crucified to the wall next time she pulled her shit.  Clenching her fists, Evelyn could only glare at her with the fury broiling inside her glowing, blood red eyes.  "Psh, yeah, a freak accident, since it was caused by a freak!"  She snarled, the blood trickle slowly creeping back into her nose, a bit painful really.  "Do that again, kitty kat, I'll make you beg for death!"

@Whitewind

"And you."  She turned to the other girl, still a bit incensed by having her face caved in by a book.  "....See you around."  Evelyn sighed, once more picking up her things and leaving.  Out into the streets she trudged, out into that fucking unforgiving sunlight.  She had forgotten to ask where that coffee shop was, but really no directions were necessary since...well, it was just across the street.  Careless, Evelyn ventured over, ignoring the shrill honk of a car horn and the shout of "Hey bitch, get the fuck out of the way!"  The shop wasn't much, just your typical artsy, jazzy kind of place.  Only a few people residing within.  She sighed, taking her seat by the window in one of the corner booths, ordering a small caramel macchiato and a tomato and avocado sandwich on lightly toasted bread.  At least there was some good music playing over the speakers of the joint, something to calm her nerves after her little episode.  She couldn't help it; she's always had these issues.

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