Magnus sat in her office reviewing files on the computer when Will and Nikola ran into her office, the former carrying the van keys in his hand. She looked up at the two men standing in the doorway that wore a look of urgency, clearly displaying something was wrong.
"Magnus , we just got a call from the Police; they said a body was found floating down by the pier. They also think it wasn't suicide."
Magnus just stared at Will, wide eyed. "They believe it was foul play?" she asked.
Nikola looked at her with intrigue. "It could be connected to our vampire friend." he suggested.
Magnus looked at him before nodding in agreement, standing up from her chair and grabbing her jacket. "Agreed. Find John and meet me at the van. Hurry." She ordered as the three walked out the door.
Police tape lined yet another crime scene as yet another body lay on the cement ground; though this time, the body was not burned, unlike the bodies before it. Photos were snapped of the body at the crime scene where it lay, being saved for later for reference. Magnus crossed under the yellow tape, quickly followed by Nikola, and Druitt; and this time, Will added to the party. Eyes fixed on the corpse as they walked, the group quickly donned a pair of rubber gloves each before setting to work on the body; cold, pale and limp on the ground, still damp from being fished from the sea.
"No blood," Nikola mumbled as he sniffed the air.
Gently as she could, Magnus turned over the body to have the side facing away from them turned towards them instead. When the body was turned over, the team was shocked to see on the neck a perfect bite mark; clearly visible, showing the red muscle under the thin layer of skin, unlike what was be found on the body back at the Sanctuary.
Looking at the mark carefully, there was a moment of silence before anyone spoke; Nikola obviously being the one to break the silence first. "So? Vampire? I don't know about anyone else but I'm starting to doubt the vamp theory; there's no sign of fangs, no nothing."
Magnus stared at her companion incredulously, in shock, yet not quite surprised at Nikola's words. "How can you say that Nikola! You said it yourself, there is no blood left in the bodies whatsoever! Who else other than a mad pyromaniac, serial killer would do this on a weekly, almost nightly basis?" She asked in disbelief. Taking it one step further, Magnus added "Or would you happen to have a hand in this, Nikola?"
Nikola's head snapped up to meet Magnus' gaze. "First of all, I have no part in this. Second, I'm still taking that wonderful medication you whipped up for me. And three; I didn't do any of this."
Everyone looked at him in incredulous doubt, not believing a word he said. Sighing, Nikola rolled his eyes and head, putting his hands on his waist. "Oh please, I didn't do this." He defended as he stood up, the rest of the group standing up as well. "Even I'm not cruel enough to pull off the stunts performed the past few weeks. I don't even think our dear Johnny boy here could do something like this either." He added, clapping Druitt on the shoulder who just stood there staring at Tesla with dark boredom. Helen looked at him for a moment before looking down to the body and back at her team. She had to admit it, Nikola could be an obnoxious ass, but it was evident he hadn't done this. He was right, Nikola would never pull off something this cruel. Nikola Tesla may have a dislike for the human race, but there were limits.
"Then if you didn't do it," Will thought aloud, Nikola meanwhile rolling his eyes. "Who did?"
Everyone looked down to the corpse, as though hoping it would jump up and answer all of their unanswered questions.
The Next Morning.
In a motel in Abbotsford, the brown haired boy lay reclining on one of the two beds in the room, flicking through the TV channels at an inhuman speed. Suddenly, the room door flew open and just as quickly flew shut as the brown haired girl marched into the room with a newspaper crumpled up in her hands, a livid expression on her face. The boy sat up quickly, his red eyes searching the girls flush face, glaring at him as though she were ready to kill him on sight.
"What's wrong?" He asked. The girls brown eyes bore through his red ones, as though they could see his soul. The morning sunlight that managed to shine into the room though the thin curtains in the window lit up the hidden red tints in the girls' hair, adding to the almost tangible rage emanating from her. Getting up off the bed at a human pace, he walked over to the girl, trying to place a cool hand against the girls' fiery cheek. Instead, the girl smacked his hand away, her eyes flashing dangerously.
"That's it! No more feeding for the next few weeks." The girl hissed, her brown eyes darkening dangerously. The boy looked at her in disbelief, not quite believing the girl before him had just acted as though she were above him.
"Excuse me?" He said, his voice dripping with venom. "Care to repeat that?" he threatened. The girl however, refused to back down.
"You heard me right," she said darkly, her own voice dripping with an equal amount of venom. "No more feeding for the next few weeks."
"You're not in a position to order me around." The boy growled.
The girl straightened up to her full 5'5 height, still failing to meet the boys own 5'10 height. "The hell I am!" She shrieked. "This is my mission, you are my guard, and-"
"I am also your FRIEND." The boy roared back.
"You're going to expose us!" The girl screamed, shaking out the newspaper she had clutched in her hand, now blackened with ink. On the front page, the headlines blared of the latest horror found in Vancouver, an image of a body hidden under a white sheet at the piers on shores of Vancouver.
"You are SLIPPING! That last body you hid away managed to float back up to the surface! It was found! If THEY catch wind of this, we are DEAD!" The girl shrieked, tears forming in her eyes. The boys own eyes narrowed to slits.
"We're two of the most powerful in the guard, they wouldn't dare." He said.
The girl whimpered. "No! You and your sister are the two most powerful in the guard; I was merely a guest for a period of time!" She insisted.
The boy refused to back down. "They wouldn't dare." He said, moving closer.
The girl just pushed past him and flopped down on to the bed he had been lounging on moments ago and curled up into a ball on her right side; facing the wall and away from him.
"If you get too thirsty, go drain an animal. There are tons of bears in the area." When the boy merely snarled in disgust, the girl just shrugged in response. "Guess you're not that desperate for a meal then."
It was silent after that, and the boy lay on the bed closest to the door and to the left of the girls bed; listening to the steady thumping of the girls heart as she drifted to sleep. And as the afternoon faded into the dark night, the boy stared at the bright red cover of the old notebook lying by the army green shoulder bag; wanting so badly to read what it contained, but was barred by the fact that he was not allowed to, and that it was the reason why they were here in British Columbia in the first place.
A/N: Stick around, because the story is really going to start move in the next chapter. Chapter 8 is where things will finally start to get interesting, I promise!
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-B