A/N: Yay someone got it, well, for the most part.
I didn't know what to call it, but from now on, when the people are in the room, we'll call it the office.
Okay, I just got a good look at Father Leon for the first time in a while and I need you guys to realize some things. 1. Father Leon Jr. is not as tall as his father. 2.Father Leon Jr. is not as muscular. Well, that pretty much covers everything.
Tres has also learned how to act out in public. So when he is around citizens, he acts weird, but not too weird.
Disclaimer: I don't own Trinity Blood. Neither do you, mom, Santa clause, orange basketball, Michael Jackson…
Abel, surprisingly, was at the office before Stella. As was Father Leon and Tres. Finally, five minutes after she was supposed to be there, she burst into the room, panting. Considering what Abel had seen of the Titan's speed, this was highly unusual.
Dumping her stuff on the little space she had claimed she tucked the two crimson strands of hair behind her ears. "Sorry I'm late everyone, my new neighbor likes to talk to me." Leon grunted, Abel shrugged and Tres remained silent. She looked at them all strangely. "Talkative bunch, aren't we?" She put her jacket (the same one she had gone on the mission with) on the back of her chair, revealing a white shirt. Her eyes shifted to the side for a moment and she gasped. "You guys!" she yelled as she quickly went over to the fax machines. "Why didn't you pick this up?"
"What up?" asked Leon lazily. Abel chuckled to himself; Leon was becoming more and more like his father every day.
Abel could practically see his friend roll her eyes, but her back was turned to them. "This sheet came out of the second fax. This is from the Cardinal!" she read over it quickly. "Hmm… it seems there's been an increase in missing persons lately…. A lot of them come from my area. We have a meeting at twelve with the local police. Apparently, two of the missing people showed up today."
"Well, that's good." Said Leon, leaning back in his chair and putting his feet up on the island.
As Stella passed him, still reading the paper, she lifted both legs up off the island and let them drop. "Dead."
"Oh."
"Twelve… that's lunch." Complained Abel.
Stella rolled her eyes. "Want to come with me Tres? I need to stretch my legs and I doubt these two are going anywhere."
"Positive." Tres said without blinking.
Stella sighed happily. "Good, now that I finally have something to report on, I can rest easy. First thing's first. I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since that cake." Stella smiled brightly.
"That lump of icing that you came in with yesterday?" Abel exclaimed. "Why haven't you eaten anything?"
Stella shrugged. "I was too angry last night and didn't need to eat. I only need to eat every so often, it's more for flavor than anything else when I eat more than once a day."
"I will procure rations for Miss Stella Iceheart."
"Tres."
"Stella."
Stella sat down. "This is such a weird report. These people go missing and don't return, yet most of the people have nothing in common. It's as if they are attacked at random." Her brow furrowed. She twisted her red curl around her finger idly.
"You're one of those people who won't let something go, aren't you?" Leon asked.
"Hmm? What's that Leon?" She looked up from the paper.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"This is where we put the body." The policeman said gruffly pulling the body out of one of the cabinets. (A/N: morgue cabinets, you know the ones?)
Stella nodded in his direction. "All right, we'll look this over." Her tone said he should leave.
Instead, the officer turned to Tres. "You'll be all right here sir?"
Tres barely looked at the man. "Yes."
When the officer had walked away, Stella made a face after him. "Ohh… why I ought to…" she raised her fist. "Knock his lights out."
Tres caught her fist. "Stella Iceheart, it is not advisable to 'knock his lights out' as he is an officer and would most likely arrest you."
Stella made a sour face. "I should have taken Leon."
She pulled back the paper cloth that was covering the man's body down to his chest. She started searching the skin carefully for what she was looking for.
"Stella Iceheart I request information regarding what you are doing." Now that they were alone, Tres acted like his normal self.
"Stella." She replied absentmindedly. "I'm looking for cause of dea- there."
She had found it. Two small holes near the right throat glad. There was no scab, and no blood residue left. This man had had all his blood sucked out. It was undoubtedly a vampire attack.
Of course, this was very strange. There were so many things wrong that Stella didn't know where to begin. One, the mark was in the wrong place. Usually, it was down near the collarbone. Two, vampires didn't suck everything out. Most vampire attacks were out of spite or to get something else. A vampire actually feeding on people's blood for sustenance hadn't been seen in… decades. Three, the bite was wrong. The holes were small, and vampire fangs were at least a centimeter thick. These were barely half that. Stella ran a tongue over her own fangs. She moved to the second body. It was the same, except the marks were vertical and more towards the center of the neck.
These vampires aren't picky, are they? Stella twirled her red curl around her finger. The holes are smaller, but… she switched to another thought. The police seem pretty spooked. Apparently there hasn't been a vampire attack in a long time. Stella's eyes widened. They haven't had any attacks in awhile, but there must be a place that has.
A/N: Dun. Dun. Dun. Now we have to deal with freaky vampire attacks. Review!