Moonlight peered from behind the clouds, the streets were blackened with an eerie atmosphere. Nobody left their homes at night ever since Feliciano's death. There was a killer on the loose and nobody wanted to fall victim. Natalya clutched her knife strapped to her upper thigh, waiting in the bushes across Feliciano's house, like a cat stalking a mouse. Her eyes glinting, she watched intently. She had to strike tonight, it was the only way. She skillfully hid the knife under her long dress and walked onto the street. It was now or never. She walked up the stairs of Feliciano's house, his mailbox filled with old soggy letters that have been left in the rain, jammed into his mailbox. His garden was starting to develop weeds, despite being so well looked after. She peered into the window of Feliciano's house, his furniture left untouched as they were from that time ago, dust slowly falling to the ground, shimmering through the moonlight. Natalya could still remember borrowing sugar from this man just a few weeks ago; the memory made these dangerous moments bittersweet. With a swift movement, Natalya took out her knife and jammed it between the gap of the doorknob and the door, then jerked it, making the doorknob fall to the ground and the front door swing open. Sorry Feliciano.
She never knew Feliciano well enough. Always glaring behind her brother's shoulder but never actually communicating with him. She didn't have time for cowards. I suppose the disassociation would make her job much easier done than if it were someone she had known. Her hollow footsteps echoed through the empty halls, her shadow passing the photographs that hung from the walls. It would appear his family hasn't bothered to get rid of his possessions yet. As long as he will die. She hastily hurried upstairs, her knife quivering in her hand. Was it quivering from fear? or excitement? After all those years dissecting the dead, she would've thought all those feelings of fear would have left by now. No, Natalya thought again, this man is alive. Maybe that added the extra thrill to the night. She scoured the empty rooms in the dark; to no avail, he was nowhere in sight. Then it hit her. Of course he wouldn't be present here, someone was bound to invade his home once he was dead, if he were caught he would have to awkwardly explain to the robbers why he was alive. Natalya groaned at her stupidity and left the house, grumpily walking down the street. Feliciano has to be dead tonight! Where the hell would he be at this time! She hid the knife under skirt again and leaned against the wall. Unaware of a presence around the corner. A man passed her and walked a few feet ahead. Natalya blinked and gasped.
That curl! There was no mistaking it! She whipped her head around to the man ahead of her. It was Feliciano! "Excuse me sir! Can you please help me!" Natalya called out. She wasn't the best actor, but it was enough to get him to turn around at least. "Si? What can I do for you dolce cuore?" Feliciano asked, quickly dashing towards Natalya until he was in front of her. "I...I am just so lost...I need someone to tell me where to go...someone to tell me what to do..." she breathed, slowly placing her hands on Feliciano's shoulders, walking him around until his back was facing the wall. "I...uh...I-I have a boyfriend..." Feliciano breathed out. Natalya began to unbutton his shirt, teasingly running her hands down his chest, earning a sharp inhale. Natalya was still a virgin. All those years of being too scary to be approached by men. Maybe it was her line of work that scared them off. She was still learning at this. Natalya began to grind against Feliciano's clothed crotch, earning a grunt from him. "Oh mia ragazza...you are good at what you do. So, if you want to dance, let's dance" he spoke in a low growl, running his hands through her hair and pulling in for a kiss. Natalya didn't care. She would have to cut the fun short soon enough. He began to roughly kiss her, impatiently running his hands to her hips, then to her upper thighs, earning a small mewl from Natalya. This man sure was a greedy one. Then his hands touched the strap that held her knife, abruptly stopping. "What is that?" he panted, pulling away from the kisses. "A garterbelt. You have to pull it off with your teeth" Natalya panted, heavily grinding against Feliciano's crouch, earning a loud grunt. "oh mio dio...if you insist" he groaned with a smirk. He knelt down in front of her.
Now. She swiftly removed the knife and sent it into his hip. Shit, she thought to herself, she missed. Feliciano made a loud scream, then grabbed her shoulders, spun her around and sent her head crashing against the wall behind him. "WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH OUR FAMILY?! FIRST MY BROTHER NOW ME, WHO HIRED YOU?!" he screamed as he continuously sent her head against the wall. First my brother, now me...the phrase repeated over and over in Natalya's head. This man...wasn't Feliciano? Her vision was blurring with each smack of her head against the wall. She could feel blood rolling down her neck. Then she remembered. Feliciano Vargas had an older brother named Lovino Vargas. It was no wonder he was so bold to her seduction. Feliciano was terrified of her because of her intimidating attitude. Of course he wouldn't be seduced. Lovino pulled the knife from his hip and held it to her neck as she slid down, on the verge of losing consciousness. "You chose the wrong man to murder" Lovino whispered in her ear, before standing up and dialing his phone. Who was he calling? An ambulance? The police? or both. With a regretful smile on her face, Natalya looked up at the moon. She had failed. The last thing she saw that night, was the red and blue lights flashing in the distance.
"hmmmm~ Luddy?" Feliciano cooed sweetly through his half-consciousness. Ludwig pulled him closer to his chest, a cautious look in his eyes. "Luddy you're kind of hurting me right now" Feliciano mewled. Ludwig loosened his grip a little. "Sorry. I thought I heard a scream outside" "A scream? We should probably check it out!" Feliciano's suggestion was met with a cold gaze. "There's people out there already. While you were asleep I went to see for myself. I don't want to lose you again" Ludwig murmured, his gaze fixed on the bedroom window, "Feli...I think it would be best for you to live with me for now. It's too dangerous for you to be out and about despite everything that has happened. Everyone thinks your dead. If you were to suddenly walk outside...I don't know what will happen to us". Feliciano could feel his heart break a little at his words. Not go out ever? To be trapped here, but safe? What sort of life would that be? "But...what about my company? Or my loved ones? I can't just cut them out of my life Ludwig!" Feliciano snapped in frustration, making Ludwig's eyes widen in shock. Ludwig paused a moment and intertwined his fingers with Feliciano's. "I know Leibe...I know it's hard. But if we don't, we will find ourselves in horrible situations. Who knows what will happen to you and I if you were caught. I'm sorry" Ludwig spoke though kisses on Feliciano's forehead. It really was killing him to see his boyfriend this way. He couldn't comprehend how he might've been feeling after all of this. "Feli…I'm getting concerned. I'm going to take a look at what all the commotion is out there. Wait here" Ludwig rumbled grimly, releasing Feliciano from his grip and putting some clothes on.
"What's happening here?"
Alfred looked over to Ludwig grimly, gripping onto a clipboard as he jotted down notes. "You just missed it. Natalya of our own detective force attempted to kill Lovino Vargas"
The fear in Ludwig' heart twinged deeper into his soul. So Feliciano wasn't enough for this murderer. How many more people would it take to sacrifice to find the one who had done it?! "Well? Did you catch him?" Ludwig asked anxiously, a cold shiver rushing down his spine. "Yeah dude of course we did! She was overpowered by Lovino and almost lost her own life! Pretty stupid way to get caught if you ask me!" Alfred laughed. Ludwig looked over to 'her', her beautiful navy dress, tainted with blood. Did that blood belong to Lovino? "What about Lovino then? Is he alright?" Ludwig asked cautiously. "Yeah, the knife only managed to stab the edge of his hip. Nothing too serious, thankfully. Now it'll only be a synch to get her alibi for the murder of his brother!" Alfred declared, only to be interrupted by Francis, clearing his throat. "Ah, but you forget. How can we assume it was only Natalya and not a network of people?" Francis said almost too calmly, looking towards Natalya as she was handcuffed and shoved into the door of the police car, "After all it seems a tad too strange to target just one family in particular. Feliciano may have been the owner of heaps of wealthy food businesses, but his brother was a middle-class man. If the first man was dead, why go after the sibling?". "Duh, isn't it obvious? The money was inherited to Lovino. Money appears to be a reoccurring clue to all these events" Arthur spoke up, shutting the car door with Natalya inside.
"We need to interrogate Ivan now. He's a new suspect to this chain of events. Somebody who can't provide evidence to working with his clients and new discoveries of a dead man walking free is far too suspicious" Arthur sighed, he really was getting tired of all these names being thrown about these past few weeks, "And now we find his sister attempting to murder Feliciano's brother. I'd say the entire Braginski family is a sure bet to find some answers from". Ludwig paused, the fear of losing Feliciano swelling in his gut. "Well…I'll be going now officers. Good luck on your search" he spoke fearfully, turning away and walking back towards his house. "Ludwig" Ludwig turned back to Arthur, his sharp eyes piecring through his soul, "We'll be interrogating you on Friday, remember?"
Ludwig looked to the ground and gave a small smile. "Ja, I'll remember".