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I knew that if saying his name, I would be binder closer to him. I mean, I was already bounded to him since he was the one who made me but if I said his name, even with a hint of passion or meaning, I would feel closer to him. I so wanted to be closer to him but he was my boss and no matter how much I liked him, he would never like me back. This was a lost cause.
So, what the hell, I was going to do something that I knew I was going to regret for a long time. But it didn’t matter since I was never going to be in that type of relationship with him, no matter how much I wanted to. I looked him straight in the eye.
“ Nero, your name is Nero.” I said. I had pushed as much passion and like behind the words. I then grinned, something that caught him off guard. I knew because his mouth went wide open.
I then walked out, feeling like I was the queen of the world. God, I could be such a bitch sometimes. Wait… that wasn’t a good thing. I made a mental note to fix that whenever I had the time.
I was at the crime scene an hour later. It was still freezing outside, which wasn’t much of a shocker but that didn’t keep me from hating it. I looked down at the undead dead body with disgust.
The vampy was a dude that looked to be about thirty. He had dirty blond hair and a very long, pointy nose. His lips were practically invisible and his eyes were completely black. That happened, as it seemed, when a vampire died. I didn’t know much about it but the same thing happened when I accidentally killed the last keeper leader.
I was about to step back to let the forensic cutie do his job when I noticed something. I bent down a little and sharpened my vision. The undead dead vampy dude had two needle like holes in his neck.
That was either very creepy or very false. Vampire fangs weren’t needle thin. They were sully like mine, longer than your other teeth and a bit triangular with a very shaper point. This was not like that.
“ What do you think happened?” the sire’s forensic vampy guy asked. His name was Myles. He was really cool and hot for a forensics guy.
He had bright yellow blonde hair which were painted red at the tips of his spiky hair. He had orange-brown eyes and pink lips. He was about my height and he had no muscles as far as I could see by his skinny jeans and his thin jacket. It didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous though so if would be foolish of me to underestimate him. Myles also had a necklace with a silver cross.
Vampires didn’t die or burn in a presence of a cross, by the way. It’s a very big myth along with other lies like we can’t see ourselves in the mirror or that silver can kill us or that we can’t enter a church. Truth is that while we do have reflections, we didn’t have a shadow. We could enter a church but its very uncomfortable since we were dead. And only wood or fire could kill us. Its hard to kill us but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t impossible.
Humans could hardly kill us but another vampire could. It was why this was a very fascinating crime scene.
“ How’d you think he died?” I asked, fascinated with disgust.
“ I don’t think a human killed him, thats for sure.” he said. I looked at him as if he was talking nerd.
“ I’m so glad you’re in our side or else I would have never known a human didn’t kill him.” I said, patting his back hard.
“ Was that sarcasm?”
“ Gee, sherlock, what do you think? Anyways, back to the point, do you think a vamp killed him or some other monster that goes bump in the night?” I asked.
“ You’re so mean, you know. You’re hot but cold.” he complimented me.
I was cold, what did he think I would act? Happy? I was freezing my butt off and all he was doing was talking and not working. I was beginning to think that Myles has a little bit of doucheyitis or full of shit disease or he could simply have ADD. I didn’t care; I was cold and he wasn’t working fast enough.I hit him in the back of the head.
“ what killed him!” I practically yelled at him.
“ I don’t know. Maybe a vampire though, I don’t think those fang marks are real. Or it could have been a were but I don’t smell like an animal. Who knows, I’ll only be able to know if we bring the body back to the house.” he spilled out.
Ah, hell, I knew it. This was just perfect. I had a murder case on my hands and I was going to have to work to find out who did it. I just knew that I wasn’t going to get paid enough for this. I patted his head as if he was my beloved pet.
“ See? not that hard.” I said.
“ You’re one cruel bitch.” he said.
“ I know, right? Where did I get the botchy disease? Who knows, probably from Ami or from Mallory.” I told him.
He smiled and began to bag up the body. I had a very bad feeling about this. As far as I knew, there were no other vamp from another house on our territory. Our territory was all of Pennyville. No vamp, rogue or claned, would enter it without the sire’s permission. Something iffy was going on and I didn’t like it. I took my phone out and dialed the boss. He answered on the first ring.
“ What?” he asked.
“ Murder.” I said.
“ Who?” he said.
“ Rogue.” I said.
“ Killer?” he asked.
“ Unknown.” I answered.
“ Find out.” he said and hung up.
“ Bye to you too, you little piece of douche.” I said.
Myles chuckled. Well, wasn’t he a little snoop. I didn’t care since all vamps were like curious cats.
“ Tell me the results when you have them. I’ll see what I can do when you do.” I said.
“ You rhyme a lot.” he said.
“ I don’t, and since I’m done here, I’ll see you later.” I told him and began walking back to my warm car.
“ Where are you going?” he called out.
“ Ami’s.” I said and drove off.
Hush
Ami’s coffee shop was still open, which wasn’t much of a shocker. Her coffee shop opened a few months ago and it had quickly become popular that many people just came to drink and hang out.
Her shop’s windows were all covered in black, semi see through paint. The only thing that was lit outside was her blue and red neon sign that said Hush.
I went into the shop and brought one of my eyebrows up, a tiny ghost of a smile still in my lips at what my best friend had done to her shop. There was a lot of black tables and couches and red stools by the bar. There were lounge tables in the corners that looked comfy and creepy. Her bar, where she mixed the coffees and little desserts, was black with a few creepy spider statues and sparkles. I liked it a lot.
“ Kira!” she yelled out to me and waved her hands like crazy, signaling me to go over to her. I liked her ought today.
She was wearing a black glossy underbust corset with side straps and a skirt with lace layers and a hook and eye belt. She was also sporting fingerless gloves with black ruffles and laces and black pentagram earrings and necklace. Her lips, as always, were black and she had very thick eyeliner and mascara. It was all totally goth and totally her.
“ How come you don’t visit me anymore?” she whined, a frown replacing her smile.
“ Sorry, I’ve been busy.” I replied.
I still hadn’t told her I was a vampire. But it wasn’t like I got a choice because the sire wouldn’t let me. I think that was how I got the damn bitch disease. Guess the bitchiness is going to stay permanent. I frowned a little.
“ Whats wrong?” Ami asked, her voice became softer.
I snapped out of my daze and looked back up to her. She had a worried look that made me want to hug her. I controlled myself.
“ Nothing, its just that we don’t really see each other much. Its my fault.” I mumbled.
That was true and it hurt. God, I was becoming a huge bag of douche. I shivered at the thought.
“ Don’t worry about it. I know you’re busy with your job and stuff. How is that going, by the way?” she asked handing me a strawberry coke, my favorite.
Ami had thought that I worked in a secret division of cops, Kass coming along with me. At least I didn’t lie about what I did, much.
I raised my eyebrow once more and then thought about telling her that there was a dead vampire near her coffee shop. But I couldn’t tell her that. She would lose customers and then she’ll think I’m sick, which I am. Damn bitchiness.
“ There was a dead body found in an alley.” I muttered.
I wasn’t much of a loud talker and most times I talked in a small, low voice. Though, lately I’ve been finding myself talk louder. Not. Cool.
“ No way! Really? Where?” Ami asked, her eyes went wide.
“ Can’t tell you.” I told her, then drank some of the coke.
Ami groaned, “ Aw, come on, Kira. You’re not much fun anymore and I barely see you. You owe me, dude. Plus, if you don’t tell me I’ll start telling you that you’re such a, what did you call it? Oh, yeah, a bag of douche.” she said.
I stopped mid-drink. I didn’t like the thought of that. This was how I looked.
- On the outside: Stopped drinking, looking, I hoped, thoughtful.
- In my mind: I knew it! Ami found out I have the bitch disease. God, I am a bag of douche. But I can fix this, right? Ah, to hell with it.
“ The body was found eight blocks away from your coffee shop.” I muttered, looking down at my drink.
“ What?” Ami’s voice went up a couple notches. A few humans turned to see what was going on
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