Murder in Bourbon Street [J & Seras]

[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi combed her bright red hair in the car. It was the color of fire. When she was done brushing her straight hair she took the hair in the comb and placed it in a baggie and put it in her cars dashboard. Strands of hair could be used for things good and bad and she'd be damned if she was cursed because someone managed to get their hands on some of her hair. She thought fondly of the time she had paid some bounty hunter for their help putting down zombies she was cursed to raise against her will.

She opened the back door of her car and proceeded to slide her young son out of his car seat. She kissed his forehead and proceeded in the front door of the daycare she had carefully chosen for him. After dumping Damon off with the other seven month olds playing with blocks and watching Telletubbies she got back in her sports automobile, turned on the music and hit the gas.

It felt damned good to be back wearing a badge after leave to give birth to her son. She couldn't wait to round up some bad guys and drive stakes through their scared hearts. Her blood lust and the temptation to kill someone had been driving her nuts these past couple of months. Now all she needed was a live in nanny, one who wouldn't be suspicious about all her very strange comings and goings.

She heard over the police radio. "Calling everyone to 8th and Bourbon Street. The governors daughter has been found dead." Isi cringed. She had met the girl at the annual Halloween ball that was thrown every year for society's best. She had been missing for two and a half weeks. Everyone had assumed she was alive because her credit cards were being used for various places. She knew that the suspect in this case was female because ATM's had captured a woman's figure on the video. Of course there could be someone else out of range of the cameras, but Isi figured this was a one woman job.

Her cell phone rang. "Marshal speaking." Isi answered. It was her boss telling her to get to 8th and Bourbon Street, she'd be greatly needed there and the governor would consider it a personal favor. "How'd she die?" Isi asked curious. "It looks like she was just so terrified she died. It's unusual and has everyone extremely freaked out. If the press get a hold of this the pro human only groups are going to go on protest. The city is going to be divided. And many innocent supernaturals are going to be hanged in the process from vigilantes."

"I'm on it." Isi replied and then hung up. She was glad to have a great case the first day back on the job. No one good had replaced her and instead of the terror her name brought to vampires, they were relaxed from her replacement. It was time to make them piss their pants with fear again because she was not someone to be reckoned with. She continued to drive with one hand glancing at the road casually while she looked up case files with her smartphone. With a few clicks she found everything she needed to know on the case of the governors missing daughter. She had police notes, witness reports, video files of surveillance footage, lists of all her friends and acquaintances the police had found - there were always people that no one knew she was friends with. But it was always a start.

Isi stopped for a caffeinated coffee. She went heavy on the caramel. She was fortunate she had never lost her figure during her pregnancy days. She was in and out in five minutes. She read the last of the information and then clicked on the first video file which she watched at the stop lights she normally would have blown through. Because she lived in New Orleans, one of the most famous and popular places in the world the pedestrian traffic was enormous. In no time she was at the crime scene, she flashed her lights without the siren because she was in an undercover car she used for work.

Isi took one last sip of her coffee before leaving it in her car and stepping out of it. The press wasn't there yet. She was wearing black colored jeans and a matching black top with half sleeves. Despite the fact that she was wearing such tight clothes she had three guns on her person. She lifted up her shirt an inch and tucked it behind her newly revealed badge. It was good to be a Marshal. She ducked under the crime scene tape and entered the scene. There were far too many people than necessary here and they were going to fuck up all the evidence. But Isi didn't need evidence. She needed to see the body and determine what type of 'creature' had committed this 'monstrous' act.

Isi turned and then did a double take. Was that who she thought it was

Licensed Executioner

Words: 851 Outfit: N/A Tag: Janitor & Seras Notes: N/A Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[seras alcaste]

Amidst the crime scene, there was a familiar face blended in within the crowds. Watching over Isi as if stalking her prey, the dhampir kept a silent, ominous persona about her. No, she was barely any human as of late, nearly all but unable to fend off her hunger. But still, there was no extra display of anger out of the girl. She sensed Isi's presence, her identity confirmed, it brough a strange sensation to Seras and so she watches from a safe distance. Just as any other passerby, concerned citizen or frightened individual, there was nothing in particular that stood out about Seras. She hid every secret all too well. 

Biting her lip, Seras watched as Isi examined the body. Little did people about the scene know, the little dhampir knew too much for her own good. However, somehow amidst all the confusion the witness to the crime had vanished into to abyss of useless, unimportant citizens that were no more an annoyance rather a key part of any investigation. 

For her own safety, Seras thought to leave, but somehow a strange attraction kept her nearer to the scene than one  in her position would care to be. Licking the last tiny droplet of blood from the very corner of her lips, she wondered if the girl who was now identified as the daughter of the mayor was in fact truly dead. She could not sense any life force, no aura from the girl, but Seras was still grasping all her hightened vampire abilities. Her vision had even grew far more laborate and accurate, her other senses equally as hightened. She knew it was Isi the moment the lady's car door opened. The familiar scent. All Seras wanted to do was to run up to her and wrap her arms tight around isi, only to have her beat her out of a fit of rage. They had had a beautiful arrangement in the dhampir's mind.

"Miss Isi..." Seras hissed under her breath, a tear almost escaping her eyes. She longed terribly for her previous master, especially having had a falling out with her prior keeper. Damian and herself had parted ways after quite a fiasco, and having lost his child in the process she was equally as alone.

Clutching the oversized tea shirt to her heart, Seras took a long, hard look at Isi. She lunged at her in one fell swoop, a vampire legs propelling her so swift it would take a moment later for any human on the scene to discern what had just transpired. But instead of feeding as her body wanted, Seras kept past her and only stopped herself nearly half a block away, well away from most crowds or policemen. After rushing by Isi, her slender fingers barely touching the woman's soft cheek, Seras had caught a scent upon her she rather would never expect. The scent of a mother. Had Isi bore a child since they'd last met? Seras felt a pain inside her that was equally confusing and unexpected. The pained heart a mother feels for having lost a child of their own. 

Clutching her chest a taking a deep breath, Seras began to slowly walk away from everything, and not a moment too soon as she could feel her eyes turn and her fangs grow in. Seras put on a pair of trendy sunglasses and slowly, inconspicuously began to walk away, looking back a few times to the tiny spec in the distance that was Isi. 

Truthfully, Seras hadnt even given it any thought as to what she would do had they met once again. Could she explain away the fact that this girl may very well be dead, and she was a vampire at the scene of a crime? Would Isi believe she had only a bit to do with it because she saw who had cast such a ghastly impression upon the daughter it would frighten her to death? But what of such a creature? Whatever happened to him?

Again, Seras was caught in an uncanny corcumstance and yet was able to walk away unnoticed for the time being, licking her lips. She stopped to pull a tube of red lipstick out of her tiny purse before anyone wouod question her lips otherwise.

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[Adam Byron]

It was an interesting way to end a light morning run. His cell phone was flooded by calls at the five mile mark. The two week long search for the governor's daughter had come to a tragic end. Personally the case had been placed on the back burner over more important issues. To him the girl was no different from any other missing girl in the city. Her parents had not promised to make any allocations to address the department's lack of man power and funding. So any angry phone calls or threats to terminate his position had failed to move him in the least. However with news of her body surfacing on burbon street it wouldn't hurt to swing by to take a look into the case. Especially since he was in the neighborhood.

With the crime scene four miles away it only took twenty minutes to arrive on the scene. He had broken a sweat either. It was a little unprofessional to come into work as under dressed as he was. He could care less though. Media and various politicians might work themselves into a frenzy. However the local population, the people who appointed him to his office, would feel the same way as he did. Seeing him as one of their own, the common man. One might think it highly dangerous for a man of his position strolling through the town early morning seemingly unarmed. Only he wasn't the average human, and he certainly wasn't unarmed.

The loose black T-shirt easily concealed the large [url=http://i1250.photobucket.com/albums/hh524/plan138/P2060341.jpg

]push knife[/url] hanging off his neck. A Ruger LC9 pistol was tucked into the waist band of his shorts. His sneakers were not the garden variety Foot Locker offerings either. An ingenious collaboration of sport with combat the shoes were tailored with a composite shank and safety toe. He was a little self-conscious about his now heavily tattooed left arm. A tastless mash of spiderwebs, skeletons, and cheesey latin phrases nearly covered it. It had been a hasty replacement after a few of his scouting missions in the less savory parts of town. Unfortunately he didn't have time to remove the rabble and it could wait until he could obtain a replacement.

Already the crime scene had been cordoned off from the public. Officers on the scene were on stand by waiting for forensics. An attractive young girl was lying prone on the sidewalk. She was dressed different from the last time she had been seen. Dressed for the night life of night club after night club. Didn't appear to have been attacked from how she fallen. There was no blood spilled on the surrounding concrete. No visible woulds from where he could see her. He scanned the area for anything that might be the slightest bit out of place. Nothing out of the ordinary. Sidewalk empty except for the usual litter. Very carefully he retrieved her purse and gently removed it's contents. Make up, small billfold with identification, credit cards missing, no cash, and a few loose .45 ACP cartridges of AG47 PD ammunition. Last item was a bit out of the ordinary because he knew every member of the governor's family carried an XD-45 pistol. He made a mental note to see if he could obtain the serial number and see if it turned up.

Picking up the set of keys out of her purse he spotted a cigarette butt that had been snubbed out. Also strange because the girl didn't smoke. Didn't appear to be the common variety found everywhere in the city. Also had a peculiar smell to it. He would definately have to make a visit to a certain vendor in the city before the day was over. Rising to his feet he caught a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. Above the blue jeans he spotted the metallic gleam of a badge. From their figure he figured a woman. The way she carried herself said marshal. Some of them were pleasant enough to deal with. Others, not so much. Sometimes they let the title go to their head and forgot who they were dealing with. He always tried to play nice and be polite though. "Good morning marshal. What brings you out at this hour?"

[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Despite the hustle and bustle of it all Isi was lost in thought. She passed wet behind the ear rookies who had never seen a dead body a day in their life. She passed people arguing over whose jurisdiction it was. She was trying to decide whether this was done by a witch, a vampire who didn't drink the blood or perhaps something more sinister like something...demonic. If it was a vampire then Isi had jurisdiction.

She was walking to inspect the body herself when a creature touched her cheek. She pretended she hadn't seen it. Though she couldn't stop herself from touching her cheek. "Miss Isi," she heard. Isi was filled with embarrassment and shame instantly. She was thankful that makeup covered her cheeks or else she would be fiercely blushing her ass off. She followed Seras with her ears, wondering if it was possible that she had killed the girl. What were the odds of it? After all she hadn't seen Seras in ages.

Walking towards the body she thought that the letters "VW" and "S" and "DB" were tattooed on her forehead. She didn't feel human. It was what she was born with, oh yes. But things had drastically changed. Technically, she belonged to a vampire who had marked her with three marks long since gone from her body. As a human servant she literally got more indestructible. The forth and final mark which Isi had long since avoided would give her immortality. At least until the vampire who marked her died, then she'd die with him as well. It was a shit deal that was forced upon her. She felt as if everyone knew. But she knew they didn't. Her secrets were buried deep in her closets.

"Same thing as everyone, Chief." She had followed his election and to be honest, was surprised he wanted the position but more so surprised that he was elected to office. He was young, in fact, he could have been one of those rookies horrified at their first dead body - when in fact this was one of the least disturbing crime scene Isi had ever seen. The police did crimes against humans, RIPIT did crimes by supernaturals and Marshals they did vampires as well as a few other odds and ends.

"What's in the bag?" she asked of the purse. She slid two gloves over her hands and touched the girls body. She was cold. She was also very dead despite the fact that she looked like she was sleeping. In three days Isi could rise her from the grave as a zombie. Though she wouldn't because she couldn't afford to let anyone know she was a necromancer. It wouldn't look right. It would earn her new targets from the police to other vampires who would want to control her. So it was best to keep those things under such wraps.

After thoroughly examining the woman's body Isi decided that it was a witch that had killed the girl. How was Seras involved though?

Licensed Executioner

Words: 851 Outfit: N/A Tag: Janitor & Seras Notes: N/A Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[seras alcaste]

Seras took a deep breath in and stopped dead in her tracks, trying to hold in a sneeze. She casually put a hand to her lips but there was evidently nothing. Someone was speaking of her, even thinking of her. The dhampir could feel it. With her senses it was clear as day. It almost brought a tear to the frail girl's eyes. Would Isi really be speaking of her? Putting her name to her lips? No, it wouldnt be so. 

Turning precisely on her heel, Seras held her chest in an almost pain and took a few steps back. Even though she had had a change of clothing, the ligh scent of blood and sweat was still about her. 

But what exactly was it that she had witnessed? Seras herself was trying hard to make sense of it. She was t entirely aware of other creatures' existances in the world, having feared her own and trying so hard to be human in her troubled life. What seras had seen was indeed a bewitching that had caused the death of an innocent girl. Though truthfully the dhampir had only stumbled upon the scene because she was trying to follow the attractivr scent of blood on someone that she fancied. 

Upon closing into the surrounding area of the investigation, Seras stopped short, blending in with what people were left around. She kept her eyes peeled, easily picking Isi out amongst the other workers. Seras bit her lip nervously, but could not look away from her former master. Memories began to flood her mind, and though they would bring anyone else saddness, they made her heart skip a beat. 

"Master..." 

Seras' calm, beautiful and almost seductive voice carried on softly with the wind, perhaps only audible to those who've heard it before. Those who werent human. It was an eerie sort of nuance that one would almost come to expect from a ghastly villainess in a psychological horror film. As if to be a will-o-wisp, the halfbreed vampiress whom had grown much less human and far stronger in the past months, meandered about through the groups of nosy people, as inconspicuous as ever.
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[Adam Byron]

[glow=red,2,300]"Gun, cash, and credit cards missing." [/glow]Adam answered. He held up the small cigarette butt toward the Marshal. It might not have seemed like much, but it possibly held a lot of answers. Faded, crumbled, and barely visible on the filter was the tiny outline of a coffin with a crucifix on the inside. It had the faint scent of a certain whiskey about it. He only knew of one vendor to use that blend of tobacco. The same shop was owned by the same group who also distilled the same whiskey. Humans First was written all over it. A young forensics intern handed him a plastic bag which he dropped it into. Setting it off to the side for the marshal to examine.
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"There is something supernatural about this, but I think there might be more than meets the eye."[/glow] he added. He waited a moment for the forensics team to photograph the body before he gently turned it over. The girl's skin had a pink tone to it. He lifted one of her hands to eye level carefully studying it. There was a light blue tint underneath her nails. Placing her hand back on the ground he removed of her shoes. Doing same with her foot. The skin under her toenails was the same. I've seen this before, he thought.

Reaching under his shirt he drew the large push-knife. Without warning carrying out the deed with a surgeon's precision he made a small deep cut to her jugular artery. Squeezing the wound to force out arterial blood. It was a deep dark red. Then it hit him. Cyanide, he thought. In the first world war many men had died the same way and their corpses had the same look about them. None of them had ever expected a weapon such as poison gas to ever be used in warfare. He didn't either. At low concentration it was an annoyance. However within the confined spaces in the trenches it quickly built up to lethal levels. Thirty two hundred milligrams was enough to kill a human in a few minutes. There was no way that level could have built up in the area they were standing. Otherwise everyone around him would be dead.

That only left direct exposure through either inhalation or ingestion. He wracked his mind trying to figure out how. She must have either known the killer to accompany them and remain so close. Only it didn't match the supernatural element within the case. There wasn't a motive that would involve friends or family. He doubted she was so intoxicated that she would allow a stranger to remain so close or willingly go with them. Much less spend weeks with them. [glow=red,2,300]I hate magic[/glow], he thought. It made no sense to him. Even more so since he was a magic dead zone. Even though he had been animated from dead flesh necromancers held no sway over him. Hexes or curses from witches did nothing. However spells that affected matter and had a physical force could hurt him. It was same with everything else though.

[glow=red,2,300]"Cyanide prevents the blood cells from absorbing oxygen. So she looks like she is in the bloom of health, but really she suffocates to death. I'm guessing the killer had some type of device for aerosol delivery. Now we have both a supernatural and human factor in this murder. We have an idea of how she died, and now we need to ask ourselves why. Personally martial. I think there is a war brewing. Whoever is responsible for this may play a vital part in it. Your thoughts? If there is anything magic related I'd like for you to explain it. It is beyond me. Quite literally so." [/glow]

Sheathing the push knife he rose to his feet. The wind picked up. It carried an eerie feeling with it. Something really irked him. He feel it on his skin. Like little bits of static electricity were dancing along the hairs on the back of his neck. He could feel it down to his very bones. He could even smell it. That wind carried the scent of death.

[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

It both infuriated Isi and relieved her that she had finally found Seras, even if she couldn’t go to her – and beat the living shit out of her until she was within an inch of her life. When Seras had gone Isi had issues to deal with in town that prevented her from tracking her. And then when Isi finally had started to look for Seras the trail had gone cold. She’d killed over one hundred and fifty vampires illegally of course in her search for the little one. But no one had seen her. She was the girl who kept to herself.

“How do you know she was packing heat?” Isi asked as she glanced at the empty purse. It looked like she had dropped dead. Was it possible someone was nearby while killing her when she was murdered as Isi had thought it had happened by a distance with magic or had she just dropped dead and someone else had looted her purse? It would not be the first time it would happen. Anytime someone dropped from an accident sometimes it looked like people were helping but they were just ripping off rings and watches before the injured people were loaded into ambulances.

Isi looked at the cigarette butt. It was a good clue. She watched the Chief put it into a plastic bag. She wondered what type of DNA would be on the cigarette. But would someone who could kill someone like That, Isi looked at the girl, be careless enough to leave a cigarette butt on the ground? This case could get very messy if it wasn’t already messy enough with the vast array of politics. Everyone in the whole United States would follow this case. Anything less would be an understatement.

Isi moved over as forensics began to photograph the body getting every position and angle possible. After they left she watched the Chief study her hands and nails and then the nails of her feet. Was there something he knew that she didn’t? Something that wasn’t in the case files she’d obtained? She’d thoroughly read everything before she arrived. But leave it to some departments to skip on the details.

She watched as without warning he pulled out a knife. Isi glared at him with her eyes wondering if he was going to strike down on her with it. She didn’t move following his movements she watched as he plunged the knife into her jugular artery. The press wasn’t here yet. And the observers hadn’t yet noticed that someone was doing an autopsy in the middle of a circus. She glanced at his eyes, and felt something that looked like realization.

“Is there anything else you’d care to share?” Isi asked. “Like how you knew to check for Cyanide in her hands, feet and blood?” Were there other familiar cases? If so, she wanted to know. “She’s the governor’s daughter. It could be anything.” She muttered. Could be a group of rogue vampires out to kill some high profile people for all anyone really knew until she had some answers. If only she had a magic ball….

“My thoughts are with this much Cyanide she wouldn’t be this preserved. She’d suffer effects if not at least drop dead immediately.” That and her bowels which held together quite nicely – thank goodness. “So she was exposed to Cyanide yet didn’t suffer effects until she died. Which tells me some type of magic preserved her until it wanted her to die. Maybe in this specific location at the specific time for some reason. Dates and numbers also mean a lot in magic.”

This seemed like old magic. Magic that had gotten lost in books written by demons. The magic today was soft. It didn’t hurt that most ingredients were hard to obtain such as the fingers of a man who committed the sin of lust and things like the dying last breath of a man hanged. Could there be a way to trace the magic? It could be from an old group of witches or maybe some stupid kid that had found a really, really old book hidden away in an attic. There might be someone she could ask but she’d really rather not see them again before she died.

Licensed Executioner

Words: 851 Outfit: N/A Tag: Janitor & Seras Notes: N/A Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[seras alcaste]

Her cheek twitched light when Seras thought she saw Isi shoot a glance in he direction. Instead of her heart skipping its usual beat, it grew slow and cold. She wasnt so certain this time around how she would feel about coming face to face with her previous master. Nobody would believe her for an instant, but in that brief amount of time, less than a split second even, a rather blink of an eye, er exemplar strength could overpower most creatures night or day,  man or monster. In the time Seras had spent away from Isi, her vampire side had reluctantly gotten the better of her many times. As of late, the side never faltered, never vanished into the recesses of her subconcious. After having been fed the beautiful blood of delicious men, it awakened a monster the likes of which the city had never seen. 

Even in the underground scenes of New Orleans, there began to be talk of a strange halfbreed whos power dwarfed even those pompous full fledged creatures of night. Seras had proved it on many an occaision as well. Her former lover was indeed the most powerful were creature around and her vampire side had thrown him about more than a few times. 
But the damning evidence against her reputation is her bodycount. Gorgeous men had vanished off the streets in alarming numbers in the past few months. Only to be found weeks later, their bodies drained to the core. Dry as a bone. However, interest had only grown on her in certain circles after her most recent targets had been full blooded vampires. Could one very well ever be brought to his death the same as a human? Seras had proved it a strange but possible task, much to the distaste of others. But the creature within her never paid heed. 

Thus, she had found herself tailing an interesting individual with a remarkably different, but delicious scent.  However, before making her move, the situation grew complicated. The dhampir witnessed the mayor's daughter come by as if possessed, then a short moment later, drop dead in her tracks. It was evident to her that something, or rather someone had poisoned her, but there had been a bizarre supernatural aura about her. A miasma only noticeable perhaps by those under a similar spell? 

Seras had cursed herself for having come to only a moment later as her prey had gotten away. Before she could blink twice, there was the body of a girl lying not too far from her feet, the air returned to its usual hues and temperature. Seras exited the area immediately to collect herself, barely aware that at the time, quite a few minutes had elapsed without her realizing until after the fact. Had the man she had desperately been tailing been into some sort of magic? A vast trickery appeared to have taken the life of one and blinded the other to the truth. All in all, Seras as a vampire absolutely despised any which way of having her body taken over, paralyzed in disarray. But most of all she disapproved of herself for letting her prey get away. 

Seras felt her palms get warm and her fangs grow wet with anticipation just dreaming about the mysterious figure that eluded her. She took a light sniff about and noticed he was nowhere nearby at all. Seras looked out again, watching Isi like a hawk. They were both now aware of each other, as the vampire tapped into Isi's thoughts for a bit. The dhampir didnt listen for very long but learned that her sense of smell and awareness was correct. The girl had been poisioned indeed.

"Hello... Miss Isi..." Seras whispered, projecting her voice as a pleasant yet strangely seducing thought into the policewoman's mind. Anyone else would have been confused, perhaps looking to and fro and shaking their head. But Isi was already familiar with her former captive's abilities, though wether she knew they had grow to such an extent was anyone's guess. 

Seras retreated a bit into the shadows, about to make her leave, but not before implanting what little information she had herself into Isi's mind. She flashed a mental image before her eyes, it becoming just as if Isi had remembered it herself. There was a cloudy, dark and dreary scene. The vampire tailing a strange man and the mayor's daughter beside him. It too was all Seras could recall. But something kept Seras around. Was it nostalgia? No, her fangs barely hidden behind her lips. The vampire was still hungry and the familiarity of isi was growing more and more enticing to her. 
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[Adam Byron]

Adam frowned. He could tell working with this Marshal wasn't going to be pleasant. He was pretty sure she took him for the run of the mill human. Rather than a modern day real life Frankenstein monster. Guess she doesn't read the tabloids, he thought. A couple of doctors he hired to help out with replacing organs and making repairs to his body sold that information to the Sun newspaper. It ended up in the tabloid section thankfully. The doctors who made that mistake were facing lawsuits from him for violating their confidentiality agreement. Their lawyers tried to argue that it didn't apply since he wasn't human. Unfortunately for them they didn't not know about the United States government recognizing him as human. So with their careers on the line or in shambles the whole ordeal was swept back under the rug.[glow=red,2,300] "Probably because I am the one who signed off on the form to renew the carry permits for her family. Not to mention the single loose .45 ACP cartridge in her purse. AG47 SD. Flying off the shelves thanks to the rise in appearances and attacks by supernaturals. Which is why I bought stock in Paranormal Defense Ammunition."[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]"Cigarette butt won't hold up as evidence. Just gives me an idea as to who to talk to and what kind of digging to do."[/glow] He knew it wouldn't hold up in court. Only thing it proved was that they littered. Which the department and DA wasn't about to waste time and money trying to bust someone for. [glow=red,2,300]"I'm not checking for cyanide in her extremities. When the skin under the nails or on the fingertips turn blue it's from the person not being able to breathe. Which is referred to as cyanosis. Cyanosis. Cyanide. Cyan. Get it? I've seen quite a few people die this way in my time. Like I said. Pink skin, blue skin under nails, and cherry red blood." he added. "Don't know what the dose is, but it had to be very high. With ingestion or inhalation. Guessing her breath doesn't smell like almonds or straight death. Doesn't taste very good either. So I'm ruling out ingestion. I'm not about to stick my fingers up her nose to see what it smells like. So I'm guessing some sort of aerosol device. Someone else had to be with her. I don't think she knew them, and I'm pretty sure they were not nice people. So I kind of wonder why she didn't avoid them or run away from them."
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[glow=red,2,300]
"That's about all I've got to share you. Where, when, and how I've seen many people die this way is my business." [/glow]Adam snapped. His demeanor instantly switched from friendly Andy Griffith type cop to hard ass Clint Eastwood. He wasn't about to be grilled or ran over by someone simply because they were a Fed. He was going to let them know that right off the bat.[glow=red,2,300]"Like I said before. There is a human element to this crime. Which means a human is involved. We know the how. We just have to figure out the why. Which we won't until we find anyone who might be involved. So if you have any ideas or clues then it is your turn to share." [/glow]

[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi cringed inside her mind as she heard a familiar "Hello... Miss Isi..." In the English accent. She purched her lips together not showing truly how displeased she was. When she found Seras - and she would - she would beat the living daylights out of her. Her previous experiments would seem like a two week paid vacation compared to the pain Isi would inflict on the vampire.

"Hmmph." Isi muttered slightly annoyed at the Chief's tone. She had had no idea that the girl had a carry permit. She couldn't help but chuckle at him buying stock in Paranormal Defense Ammunition. Her eyes flickered to the cigarette before it flicked away. A cigarette could do more then give him an idea of who to talk to and what sort of digging to do. The right source could use magic to do a tracing spell on the personal item which was why kissing such things as dice or littering your butts was definitely a bad thing to do. But unless she could get that cigarette herself she wasn't about to reveal that she could find deep connections to magic.

"You don't play nice with others, do you?" she asked rhetorically of course. She was slightly annoyed and amused earlier, now she was just pissed. She stared at the dead body but soon found herself not seeing what was in front of her eyes but something else. The sky was dark and cloudy. It was a real low beat scene. She saw Seras following a man walking with the recently deceased woman. Isi saw the man in detail. If she passed him on the street she would remember his face. She could even have a sketch artist draw the sketch.

Suddenly the vision or scene ended. Isi blinked and glanced down at her gloves. There wasn't a hole and she hadn't touched the dead woman. So it couldn't have been a psychic vision, plus she wasn't psychic. What was it? Her head stung from whatever it was. Oh so careful, she wiped her forehead with the inside of her wrist with the utmost care to not let a single strand of hair touch on her gloved gloves. Her gut feeling told her that just like Seras' voice she'd put a mental image in her mind. Seras would pay.

"Not a thing." Isi stood up and let her muscles stretch. She used one glove to take off her other glove and then took off the second glove. She was done with the crime scene. She'd go home and sketch the person Seras put in her mind. Then she'd use her sources and begin her search for him as a man wanted in questioning. It wasn't like she could say, 'Oh Chief yeah my ex vampire slave has returned and put an image of the person walking with the daughter as she died.' No way in hell! With her gloves still in her hands, careful to hold the inside only she hustled to her car hoping to get away...

Licensed Executioner

Words: 851 Outfit: N/A Tag: Janitor & Seras Notes: N/A Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[seras alcaste]

The dhampir took a deep inhale, a strange almost deathly but blank and pale scent on her breath. For even half a human, it nearly wasnt as lively or rejuvenating an action as one would expect to witness. More of that of a person dying of lung cancer perhaps. Except there wasnt any blood to cough up. Not this time. Though its stench was equally across her lips. 

A small smile crept its way about her, as Seras continued to depart the scene slowly. In her heart, what was left of it, the girl wanted to have a film-esque reunion with her former master. Perhaps sit down and have idle banter over tea. Afterall, she was brought up proper and english. No matter how crude and despicable a character the monster within her had ruined her, a certain sense of her elequent side was apparent. It was truly bizarre to see an almost lady-like way of a vampire to be feeding off its victim, but alas she would have no problem dispatching them quickerthan a blink of an eye. The monster within her had won all it could, creating a breed of nightstalker the likes of which New Orleans was yet not too familiar. She could walk in either light or under the moon, completely disconnected of any pain and brutal in quenching its thirst. She had even found herself stalking prey for days at a time. 

As Isi came to from the mental lapse that had shown her potentially crucial information, just before she came too Seras had caught her own glimpse of the lady's mind. Such anger for the dhampir came vividly in the blink of an eye. Seras stopped dead in her tracks. It was as if she could feel her insides cringe, but the monster that had taken over her mind and body could not comprehend the pain her soul felt. Why did it cause so much turmoil? Seras felt the need to feed and get rid of any lingering thoughts.

Concentrating on finding her Prey, Seras unfortunately found a suitable man to get her by until she tracked down the elusive beautiful scent. Up ahead of her a short ways was a rather simple individual, goregeous in his own right but most definately underdressed. Seras however recognized him immediately. She jumped up to a nearby building through an alleyway in one try and perched herself atop its edge, watching, stalking the unsuspecting man.

The man suddenly was greeted by a female and they shared a kiss. Holding hands they began to walk carelessly down the street. In one swift moment, with a slight gust of ghastly wind, the woman's hand became empty. When she turned, there was sheer horror in her eyes. 

Seras held the man up with ease despite his built stature compared to her petite frame. Her porcelain white fangs deep in his jugular and stained crimson. His taste was just what she'd hoped for. Unfortunately, the woman who'd been cast aside and robbed of her happiness caught the dhampir off guard. Upon her face was an unimaginable horror. The same look Seras herself had worn but a few times in her life. It almost made her human heart skip a beat. The man she was holding fell cold to the pavement. Seras was absolutely frozen. The woman's screams were inaudible to her. Despite being traumatized by past memories, the monster Seras had become instantly took hold of the woman too and dragged her further into the alley aside them. To her, it was not something even the vampire would condone or be proud of. It was like anyone else when they would dine upon a most ill favoured dish. The taste was revolting to her, but the dhampir forced herself to drain the poor woman of ever last drop. There wasnt an ounce of life left in her, and she'd passed with a terribly frightened look upon her visage. It hit Seras so difficultly she for once had to lay her victim down gently and even close the corpse's eyes. The guilt and uncertainty was ruining Seras. 

Jumping and running away, her legs carrying her as far and high as as they possibly could, Seras landed down upon the streets  not too far from Isi's home. Would her subconcious really lead her there? Nonetheless, Seras took a deep breath and  licked her lips clean. A spritz of purfume and nobody would ever know she was anything more than a goregeous youth up and about in the night. 

Seras sighed. She hoped her and Isi would meet again, but even just seeing her would strike her fancy. She was perhaps one of only few  women Seras would enjoy drinking from. But as things stood, the monster would drain her former master. 
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[Adam Byron]

"I happen to get along well with others. Let's just say I do have a little bit of a problem with your organization. That includes you since you took the job willingly." Adam replied. Deep down he really did have an issue with the Marshal's Office. If the supernatural were going to become citizens. With the same rights as human beings. That meant that they would be treated the same as humans. A citizen convicted of a crime had rights and was entitled to a fair trial. Not subject to what amounted to legalized vigilantes carrying blood feuds. The Marshals were pointless. An failed concept with the change in the times. Only suitable to be dissolved or assimilated into the established police forces.

However the simple fact that it was a beaucracy was a bigger reason to hate and fear it. Beaucracies had no choice but to dissolve or grow. Which meant more laws, more regulation, more funding, and more agents. In time such a group would be come a force military in nature. When the enemy was finally gone they would begin to create an enemy rather than disband. Then the line between citizen and enemy began blur. Personnel would adopt an "Us vs. Them" mindset. Many people would become the enemy. Abuse and corruption would run rampant. Just like many other institutions Adam was familiar with.

The fact that the Marshal had started to fled really irked him. It was almost down right insulting. "Happy to know the likes of you are also charged with safe guarding our streets. Such a budget could be put to better use than spent on cowardice and incompetence." he barked. He didn't expect a response. Didn't really matter if there was. He feared no man, and he certainly wouldn't fear the red headed Marshal. Even though it could be argued that he was supernatural. He was untouchable by her organization. "Get this place cleaned up." he growled to the nearby officers. There was no need to collect any evidence on his part. He knew where to go and who to question. Humans First would be getting a rather unpleasant visitor.

Snagging a clipboard from one of the rookies. A younger man probably just a few years out of high school. He pulled a small folded stack of cash out of the pocket of his shorts and handed to rook. "Coffee. Biscuits.... Bacon, ham, steak, sausage, and anything else with a soul. As much as you can get. Snag two extra hands and inform them I said go with you." he ordered. His tone switching from angry back to pleasant. Taking a seat on the front of a nearby cruiser he started digging into paperwork. However his mind was still buried deep into the current case. A tangled web he was determined to unravel.

[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi didn't bother to respond to the Chief of Police. Because she was out of the game for a little bit less than a year she had lost touch with the people in office and he was new. She'd need to pick up a few magazines and read up on all the juicy gossip. She had not caught up on things but he had been in the papers more than several times.

"Arsewhole." she muttered under her breath. The Chief had no idea what she did for the people of this town! She had saved their lives countless times going above and BEYOND duty to these ungrateful people. They could sleep safely in their beds because she had banished a demon. They could walk (almost) safely in the streets at night because she had killed the dangerous vampires. She said almost because the streets weren't safe until each and every vampire was dead.

She was absolutely disgusted to think that the Chief could try and start this discussion with her! She opened her car door and tossed her gloves in her own trash bin. As she rolled down her windows until the air conditioning started she reversed and then drove off. All of a sudden she heard a loud and piercing scream. She gunned the gas and drove off where she thought she could pinpoint the location.

All of a sudden her issued radar went off over the speakers. "Requesting Marshal presence to 10th and Bourbon Street. Two bodies have been found." She knew that it would be a vampire attack. Seras had been here and 10th on Bourbon was quite close. There was only one vampire mad enough to brave the daylight and the excruciating pain it would bring. "Seras." she muttered as she clicked the button to bring her lights after she was a block away from the crime scene.

Licensed Executioner

Words: 851 Outfit: N/A Tag: Janitor & Seras Notes: N/A Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[seras alcaste]

The dhampir stared down at the city from an inconspicuous building top, perched far enough from the edge anyone who saw her wouldnt think twice but to notice. The sun was really starting to fatigue her, but the young vampiress played it off extremely well. A fullblood wouldnt dare be out on the streets at such an hour, especially not after a drink. It was only after such an occurence when the uv rays bothered her most. 

"Isi..." she hissed between her teeth. Concetrating hard, the dhampir tried to listen, to delve into her former master's mind, but at such a distance even her thoughts were unheard. Heaving a steady, calm sigh, Seras receded from the building top back down into the nearby alley. She dusted herself off lightly and gave her hair a quick fluff. All in all, it was a shame for most that she was a creature of the night for her beauty was rarely matched.

A strange longing began to creep up inside her. Little did the monster side of her know, but the human in her was faltering. It was craving for attention, most of all the negative attitude of her former master. However, the monster within her had such a firm grasp it only ever translated into a greater thirst to ease what deep inner pains could only be qwelled from the creature being overtook and the girl returned to her previous timid self. And subsequently abused. Relentlessly. Instead, however, Seras' fangs grew long and sharp. She felt ready to feed again. The monster in her had already dispatched nearly a dozen people in just the past week, all varying throughout the city. Surely it would take time and a clever mind for any police force to honesty believe it was the work of only a single vampire. Especially because in her wake, she had inspired other creatures to attack humans with less worry. On several occaisions she had even been approached with the congradulatory attitude of others. It ended up upsetting her so greatly she dispatched her own kind, though their taste was never great. 

Seras was becoming something of a bloodthirsty monster.  Drinking was the only thing she knew how anymore to bring her any amount of peace and solice to calm what brief and otherwise weak, ill thoughts came through to her from her human side. In truth, she was an utter mess and spiraling more and more out of control every day. The monster she had hidden away for so long harbored a great deal of resentment towards humans and would dare to feast any chance it saw fit. Unfortunately for her, tasting blood was the only way to calm her nerves and get her mind off the terrible human emotions she was full of, even if it did truly sadden her more. At times, for the poor girl, it was as if being stuck in another body, being forced to watch the terribly gruesome acts of another, only to come to realize it satisfies her as a whole. Seras wondered briefly if she would ever regain control over the monster within her, but the thought was short lived. Before she knew it she was following a very pretty individual. A female, which was different for her, but nonetheless the lady had such a familiarity about it. The dashing red hair, the great figure, but alas it was a doppelganger! Whenthe woman just so happened to turn and steal a glance behind her, Seras realized it wasnt Isi but perhaps just a similar looking individual. No, upon closer inspection the hair was about the only similarity. Otherwise Seras had been blinded by her own eyes playing tricks on her warped psyche. Enraged, she attacked the woman. In broad daylight, with others in plain view, Seras pounced on the woman with the alluring scent without a care in the world. Everyone around them was mortified and ran screaming. The blood tasted far more brilliant than she'd thought any woman could. Suddenly it opened so many doors for her. Up until then, she had only done over one other woman and it didnt interest her in the least. But this lady, she had such an interesting taste!  

A sumeritan attempted to help the poor soul, but with a backhand across his face, Seras broke his jaw and the man was knocked off his feet several yards back. Seras' power had increased as of late. She barely noticed, only using it to aid in her attacks. 

Finally the body was limp and cold, completely devoid of even one last drop of blood. It fell to the street with a sickening thud. 

Without a care in the world save for her inner human, Seras scaled a nearby building swiftly and began to depart the scene. However, as the other times, there were many witnesses.

In truth, why was she looking for Isi but also playing hard to get? Was she still truly afraid of the woman deep down? Surly the vampire in her wanted nothing more than to drain her and have her last breath be her name. Seras wanted to hear Isi whisper to her and fade away in her arms as her beautiful blood splashed down her throat. But the human inside her was worried. She could never come to admit she honestly fell in love hard with Isi. Her master had been the only one who was ever able to bring such a satisfaction to her warped mind through unimaginable pains. For a masochist beyond comprehension, that was a godsend. But as she had realized her feelings, the confused girl took off and lost the one person she truly enjoyed being around everyday. Now the monster had taken over and surely Isi wouldnt even be able to see the human within her. All the hunter would see is a threat. Seras would be destroyed with as little humanity as she'd shown her victims. The human in her knew her time was most likely limited now and with each victim making her list longer she prayed the justice that would finally end her existance would be anything but swift. She prayed the pain would reach every fiber of her being and let her feel like Isi's slave just one more time before the end. All the deranged girl wanted was to belong. In doing so, she had reached the top of her kind but was shunned even by them. Some vampires even began to fear her as Seras was noted to kill even her own kind should they get in her way. 

Just then Seras realized, perhaps if she were to plead innocent and cater to Isi's whim, the detective would aid in her search of the elusive being whom had gotten away from her. Then when the time was right, seras would leave another victim seemingly without any care. But truthfully the mystery did intrigue her. How did the mayor's daughter die and just who was it that clouded even her judgement for a short time? How brilliant would their blood taste? It sickened her greatly to realize she would wonder such things, but after her recent failure at a relationship and losing a baby, the devastation reinforced her belief that the only thing that wanted her was the monster inside. Seras let the depression of losing her unborn child destroy her, to the point she had half a mind to kill its father. But instead, like always, Seras fled and let herself be consumed by such self hatred it transformed her into a maniac with an unquenchable thirst for blood. And now she was caught up in a mystery quickly being solved and to her the worst part was that her pray had momentarily gotten the better of her and made an escape. It was for different reasons but Seras and Isi were both after the same individual.
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