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Once free of the station, Nick picked a direction so walk and started scanning through the file. The names and faces of the victims started to blur as he continued on, every one drained of blood. But, oddly enough, it wasn't the cause fo death for all of them. "That's not right..." A vampire would have to have a heartbeat to get that much blood and most wouldn't feed off a corpse... Clotting blood wasn't the most favored drink amongst vampires. Nick stopped walking when he glanced at the suspect list. Just one name was on it, "Michael Morbius." He spen when he heard footsteps behind him and frowned at the man that suddenly stopped. "Didn't mean to startle you. You dropped this," Nick just blinked at the man. He had long black hair, pulled back in a tail, blue eyes and his complection was was what most would call 'sunkissed'. Nick noticed the dark billfold the man held out and, frouning, checked his right breast pocket. "Oh, thank you, I don't know how I could've dropped it," closing the file, Nick took the billfold and placed it back in its pocket.
Morbius smiled, knowing full well he hadn't, and just took joy in the fact that Knight had no clue who he was. "Best keep an eye on that. Not all New Yorkers are so kind," he gave a smile and nodded, turning to walk away.
"Hey, wait..." Morbius froze for a moment, afraid that he had been found out. "The least I can do is offer you some coffee or something for returning it"
Morbius was trapped between fading into the background and feeling proud at the thought of being able to sit down and have a conversation with the one that was suppose to be hunting hem not having a clue... Pride won out, "Sure... The name's Morgan," Morbius held out a hand, a some what sadistice smile playing across his face.
"Nick," Nick shook Morgan's hand before they started down the road. Morgan had stated that there was an all night cafe around the corner and Nick had let him lead the way.
"So, a detective huh?" Nick blinked at Morgan as they finally made it to the cafe. "Hope you don't mind, I checked the I.D."
"Oh... Yeah." When the waitress came to take orders, Nick just ordered water and Morgan ordered coffee.
"What brings you all the way down here from Canada?"
"Work," Nick murmered as the waitress returned with their order. Nick found himself glancing at her throat when she reached to set Morgan's cup down and, when she realized he was looking at her, she blushed. Nick mentally shook himself and pulled his gaze away, with her too low cut top she probably thought him staring at her chest.
"With a reaction like that, you must have a girl back home," Morbius pretended. He understood that temptation, and look, all too well. Seems the fearless hunter is hungry. How long until he adds to my body count?
"No. I mean, not realy... I would but... It's like we're from different planets," Knight just stared down at his clear water.
Morbius understood that too as he stared down at his own drink. It's not what he realy needs or wants but he still reached for the cream to make it easier on his stomach. "Yeah, I understand..."
Nat would be proud, Nick thought as he brought the glass to his lips. Most drinks tasted discusting to him, and all food, but most of the time he could actualy stand water. Depending on the chemicals the mortals used to 'clean' it depended on how much, but this didn't taste that bad when he took a sip.
Twittering caught their attention as Morgan grabbed at his belt. "Ugh, excuse me," Morgan set a pager on the table before getting up to find a pay phone.
"No problem."
Morbius fumbled change into the machine and punched in the well known number of the hospital. It rang twice, "St' Jude's."
"It's Dr. Michaels. You paged me?" He interrupted before the voice could finish.
"Dr. Michaels? Thank God! The ER doctor didn't show up and you're the first to get back to our pages! Is there any way you can get here until we can find the on calls? We just got word of a pile up, we're about to be overloaded!"
"Calm down," Morbius growled and rested a hand on his forhead. "I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Thank you doc," he hung up the phone before she could finish and headed for the exit. "Something came up...," was his only explination as he rushed passed Knight.
Nick smiled as Morgan rushed out the door, "I've had those days too..." When he placed money on the table he noticed the pager still sitting on it. "Morgan...," he shook his head and grabbed it, hoping to catch him before he got too far. When he got outside the door, Morgan ws nowhere in sight. "St. Jude's...," Nick read the name of the last one to page him. I could make a side trip... It seemed e could've sworn he'd read that name somewhere in the file.
Author's note:
You would not believe how far behind in posting I am!! There are a LOT of chapters I need to get typed! I've almost completed the crossover on paper but I have come up with a MAGOR case of writer's block so I desided it best to catch up on my typing instead... So, "Sorry in advance for a certain 'Sabor Toothed' writer/reader about the inbox that's soon to be overloaded..." I'll try to keep it to one a day but no gaurantees.
Next chapter starts off with Morbius.