I do not own blood ties or most of the ideas! I do own Kailah and Sarah!
I was jogging threw cops making my way towards mom. There were paramedics taking a stretcher with a body bag into the ambulance; that was what got me worried. I walked up to a cop in the front and made sure no one was looking. I looked him in the eyes and felt my mind link with his. I looked slightly dazed as I spoke to him.
"You will tell me every thing that you know of what happened here." I said in a soft but commanding voice. He blinked a few times before telling me.
"A woman called in that she saw a man being attacked. We asked her some questions and found out that that she had been walking home and saw him throw the guy around like a rag doll. Said he was doing something to him before she ran over to help chased him down a bit and the guy just disappeared." He said in a heavy Italian accent. Mom. Ugh!
"You will go and talk to another cop and will forget about this." I said before turning away sharply and heading towards mom who was now talking to a cop.
"Mom," I greeted hugging her before stepping back and wrapping my arm around her waist. The officer eyed me but quickly stopped when he caught my glare.
"Just give it a minute ma'am the detectives are on there way and want to ask you a few more questions," he said glancing side ways at me.
"All right who's catching tonight?" mom said oblivious to the perves wondering eyes.
"Detective Celluci and Gram he said. I groaned quietly. She nodded and pursed her lips.
"Had to be Celluci, huh," she said stepping away from me to get in her stressed stance; run on of her hands through her hair while the other was on her hip. I could see Dad coming up behind her and snorted at his outfit as did mom, we shared a look trying not to laugh.
"Vicki, Kailah," he said throwing his hands in the air. I waved a little.
"Hi," mom said shortly
"Hey! What the hell are you two doing here?" He asked, looking at me and my outfit.
Black tank top, black fit jacket, black small shorts, black ballet flats, my dark brown curls pulled back a little hair hanging on the side of my face, and light make up with dark eye liner and mascara. He glared. I looked like a vampire to myself, but to him I looked like an eighteen year old slut. If he wasn't my father I would flick him off.
"Uh almost getting my self killed trying to stop a homicide, hi to you to!" mom bit back in an irritated voice. Dad sighed.
"David Gram, Vicki Nelson and our daughter Kailah Deane Celluci," he said gesturing between the three of us as he said are names. I glared at my father he knew I hated it when people called me that.
"Hi. You're a legend. I mean, he's burned through a lot of partners." Dave said offering mom a hand which she shook quickly.
"Yeah, how much longer are you going to last?" mom said, I chocked back a laugh as dad glared at mom. He then turned his glare to me before looking at the ground.
"Listen, Dave, why don't you see if they've been able to lift any prints, will you?" Dad suggested. Davie boy nodded before walking off. Mom looked Dad over as I turn my face up to look at the moon.
It was magnificent to see the moon. It was framed in a beautiful Florissant coloring. It was pale green, dark red, and purple. Dad's voice pulled me out of my Tran fixation.
"Where have you been tonight?" he asked eyeing me like he wanted to put his coat around me and go all protective Dad on my ass. So I lied.
"I've been studying all day and decided to go grab a bite to eat before mom called." I said slightly honestly, I was going for a bite to eat just nothing he would expect.
"Huh, well," he said crossing his arms and blocking the view of my ass the cops had there eyes glued to. I snorted and flicked them off behind dads back mom saw this and chuckled. I shrugged looking at Dad who wore a confused expression. His eyes moving from me to mom before shaking his head. I eyed his outfit finally giving up and commenting.
"You look nice. You dress for work these days?" I asked holding back laughter while dad threw his arms in the air.
"I just came from a wedding don't start with me okay?" he said bobbing his head slightly pursing his lips.
"Well if you can't close cases you might as well look good." Mom said smiling brightly.
"Well, thank you. You look good too. So, what did you see?" he said going into detective mood.
"Ugh! Get a room! I'm going to pick up my food and then I'm going o bed." I said pecking both of them on the cheek, while they said there smushy I love you's.
After I had my two passionate sections with my food I went home and worked on my paintings until dawn. From then I fell in to my vampy slumber.
(The Next Night)
I was lying on mom's coach in her office while she made an important call to her client Mr. Chan. The sun had just set and it cast a magnificent glow.
"Hi, Mr. Chan? Hi. My name is Vicki Nelson. I'm an investigator working for a lawyer in Hong Kong. Yes, I – I was wondering if you remember an uncle named Chi Fung Chan. No? Okay, sorry to bother you." Vicki hangs up as a girl in all black came in and slapped the paper down on mom's desk.
"Can I help you?" Mom asked Startled she looked at me then the girl as I stood up to listen.
"The papers say you were there last night. You saw Ian's murder." She said in one breath.
"You know what? If you're some kind of graveyard groupie…" Mom said gesturing with her hands no.
"My name is Coreen Fennel. Ian was my boyfriend. I was on the phone with him when it happened." She said tears coming down her pale white face.
"I – I'm sorry. What can I do for you?" she asked looking a little sorry she was so snappy. Hmm.
"He saw something." She whispered. Then why isn't she telling the police.
"He saw who killed him? You should be telling this to the police." I said making my presence known; she looked at me and went a little wide eyed.
"I did. They won't believe me. I need somebody who will." She said looking me in the eye. I pushed my head a little higher looking slightly confused.
"What exactly do you need people to believe?" Mom asked startling us as she folded her hands on the dead.
"Ian was killed by a walker of the night. A vampire." She said casting me a glance; I tried to keep my face impassive as she did.
"Coreen, I understand…" Mom said bouncing her finger's on her hand. Also casting me a glance in confusion as I went a little paler than usual.
"Don't patronize me! They're real. Out there. Walking the night. Looking to slake their unquenchable thirst. Feeding on us the way we feed on cows or chickens." She said nodding and gasping an intake of breath before each sentence.
"Chickens?" Mom said pursing her lips
"Ian told me what he saw. He said it was a guy wearing a black cape." She said looking mom in the eye. As Coreen talks I remembered the man in the alley while I went to get something to eat and saw mom.
"The police tried to hide it from me but it was in the paper this morning." She said pointing at the paper.
"Well…." Mom said flexing her fingers around her fist, looking down.
"Whatever killed him, took all of his blood." Coreen said leaning forward over the desk.
"You know what? I'm sure when they find who did this there will be a reasonable explanation."
"They won't find him because they're not looking for what really killed him. It was a vampire. I know it." She whispered sitting down in the chair in front of me. "I can pay you. I've got a job at the university pub. It wasn't a human that killed Ian Miss Nelson. You were there. You must know that." She said happily. I raised an eyebrow. I'll get information out of dad later. Mom sighed and took off her glasses rubbing her forehead.
"You know what? All I know is that whoever did it was big and they wore black." Vicki said waving her glasses in front of her.
"If it's not a vampire, fine. I just need somebody to investigate it. Please." Coreen said starting to sound a little agitated.
"I don't want to waste your time or your money so I'll put a few days into it. That's it. Okay, it's um… 500 per day plus expenses. Just don't put too much hope into this okay? It may not turn out to be what you think." Vicki said pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Thank you here's my number if you need anything, and here's your money." She said handing a wad of cash to mom and a piece of paper with a number.
"Thank you. Get some sleep and I'll call you if needed," Mom said putting the money in one of her drawers.
"Thank you I will. Have a nice night. Bye." She said hugging mom and then coming towards me with her arms raised. I put out my hand to shake.
"Have a nice night," I said smiling making sure to flash my teeth. She gasped and quickly left.
"What was that about?" Moms asked looking were Coreen just made her escape. I shrugged.
"Must be distraught. I'm going home I have some studying to do and you have a vampire to catch." I teased. She laughed and threw her pen at me.
"Okay make sure you pick up something to eat," she called as I walked out of the office.
"Oh I will, after I find the vampire who's killing on my territory." I said to myself.
(narrative pov Henry's)
Nighttime has come again to Toronto and in a penthouse a man and woman are in bed. Henry wipes blood from his mouth as Sandra recovers.
"That... was… delicious." Sandra said catching her breath. She looked at Henry who was smiling.
"you have no idea." Henry smiles at her while watching her chest rise and fall.
"From your graphic novels I thought you'd be dark and angry. I never figured you for a lover." She said laughing slightly.
"Passion is at the center of my work. There's nothing else worth living for." He said running his finger over her chin. She laughed.
"Oh you're smooth. I bet you'll even say you'll call me." She said teasingly.
"Oh. You know it's sad to see someone so young be so cynical." He said hovering over her, running his nose over hers.
"Yeah. Like you're all of 23." She laughs, running her hand up his arm. Henry chuckled.
"Huh. Looks can be deceiving." He said frowning as he got up from the bed.
"Hey, what are you doing? I thought we could play some more." She said coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his shoulder and chest.
"It's late. You should go home." He said patting her hands.
"Well I could… just sleep here." She said suggestively smiling and running her lips over his neck.
Henry turns to face her, his eyes going black and his voice diminishing to strange whisper.
"You have a very busy day tomorrow. You should go." He whispered and then went back to normal.
"Man, what was I thinking? Tomorrow's crazy. I should, I should go home." She said nodding.
"Good night Sandra." Henry said smiling at her before going and sitting on the velvet coach.
