A/N: Well, I didn't expect this chapter to be long but it was! It is crazy how its already been ten years since Rizzoli and Isles aired. The show helped me become a writer and help me grow as a person. I'm glad that I'm part of this fandom.
Special thanks to Brenda Stokes who suggested the name of the pub!
Disclaimer: Read Ch. 1
"That which neither weapon nor flame could accomplish will be achieved by a sweet speaking tongue in council." - Nostradamus
Ch. 5: The Council
Jane and Maura walked from the warehouse down several blocks to a bar that was close by. Usually, Maura not suggest a bar, but she noticed how quaint the one bar they drove by. It was interesting so Maura decided that a new bar wouldn't hurt, and she even thought it could be possibly…romantic?
Maura's eyes drifted to Jane; for years, she admired Jane's beauty. The beautiful Italian skin and long dark brown wavy hair reminded Maura of the Greek statues she would see in museums. Despite what Jane wore, Maura, though she would never admit it out loud, found Jane's clothes attractive on her. It wasn't items that she would never wear except that one time where it was for an investigation but, back to the point, Maura only found Jane attractive in those clothes.
"Are we almost there," Jane inquired, rubbing her stomach.
"Actually, we are," Maura gestured toward the bar.
"You wanted to take me to a bar," Jane smiled widely.
Maura nodded and it was in that moment that Maura took in the beauty of Jane's soulful eyes. In all of her years as a woman of science, the most technical words could not describe how beautiful they were.
Her heart would beat so fast that the doctor thought she was having tachycardia. It was a strange feeling, one that she never felt with, not even Ian whom she thought was the love of her life. It was that moment she learned that wasn't what real love was.
Real love didn't involve coming and going, using each other for sex.
Real love was sitting on the sofa and watching documentaries despite not understanding anything. Real love was being there in the darkest of times despite being angry at each other. Real love is opening your arms and sparingly bringing them into your family.
Maura was starting to realize that the love she always wanted for years, arrived finally or it had been in front of her this whole time and she ignored it. For Maura, she wasn't sure how to tell Jane that she was in love with her.
Part of her feared the rejection that could come especially she wasn't sure about Jane's sexuality. Her sexuality was more like a spectrum and she found that she was attractive to men and women however, it had been a long time since she found a connection with a woman.
Maybe I should do what Jane does. Go with my gut and hoped that I'm right, Maura thought.
"Maura."
The doctor snapped from her thoughts, bringing her attention back toward Jane. The detective paused her walking and gestured toward the building in front of them. "You coming," Jane inquired with a small smile.
Maura nodded and followed her inside.
The Golden Mask was the local pub in the area but when Maura passed by it earlier, it seemed livelier especially with the curtains were open and others were speaking to each other. However, upon entering, Jane and Maura were met with the curtains closed and a lack of people, black wooden tables and dark red leather booth chairs. Along the counter was various taps and a mirror that seemed reflective to the other customers that were inside. On the walls were different paintings of one particular woman and it seemed each painting had a different angle with a tone. The lighting was dim as if letting people hide in the shadows and finally, Maura spotted in the corner of her eye was a lone piano.
"Sorry ladies, we're closing," the two women looked up to see the bartender with his back toward them. His voice was deep, and he was dressed in a white dress shirt with sleeves rolled up, he also wore a waist coat. Though Jane and Maura couldn't see the hairstyle, they recognized that the hairstyle was a slick comb back hair.
"It seems you're open," Jane retorted, feeling offended.
The bartender did not turn, instead, he continued to speak, facing toward the liquor cabinets in the back, "Well, we're closing right now."
"At eight," Maura added.
"Ladies, I'm going to ask you to leave one more time before I call the police."
"I am the police," Jane raised her badge up, feeling irritated.
Maura touched Jane's forearm and retorted, "Let's just call Danielle and head back to the warehouse."
Hearing Danielle's name, the bartender froze and raised his hand up, "Wait, you know Danielle Stevenson?"
Jane gave a confused expression and retorted, "Um…yes."
The bartender turned around, revealing a mask covering half of his right face. Maura and Jane both gasped slightly but it didn't surprise the bartender. He seemed desensitized for he gestured with his right hand to have Jane and Maura enter the pub.
The two entered and the door closed behind them with a ring of the bell. The half mask man then shouted aloud, "These two know Stevenson, we're clear!"
All of a sudden, Maura and Jane watched as others were reappearing from different sides of the pub. Overwhelmed was an underrated word for this moment for Jane and Maura were truly exposed to the supernatural world completely.
Various people popped from the floorboards while other groups of people started to come from the back room with dark red filled wine glasses. The room started to get cold causing Maura to shiver, prompting Jane to wrap her arm around her shoulder. Suddenly, the piano began to play which prompted Jane and Maura's heads to snap over to see that there was no musician at the piano.
"That piano is playing on its own," Jane pointed out, unsure how to react.
The masked covered man looked over and commented, "Oh, you mean that? It's been haunted for years and as long as it gets to play a tune a night, we are fine."
Jane opened her mouth once more then closed it before trying to utter a word, but the shock was getting to her. Maura blinked several times, taking in the sight then brought her attention toward the bartender. "You're the Phantom of the Opera," she stated simply.
The piano hit a sour chord, and everyone was once again silent.
The Phantom straightened out his waist coat and walked around the bar. He walked toward Jane and Maura in a slow pace until he reached them. The two women took in the sight of the two-color different eyes glancing back and forth from them. He then spoke in a slow manner, "That is my original title, but I go by my actual name."
"That be…" Jane started but Maura cut in, "Erik."
"So you do know my name?"
"Yes," Maura assured him.
Erik eyed both of them then he extended his arms out. "Welcome to the Golden Mask," he presented. "Since you are friends with Detective Stevenson, first drinks are on the house."
"Um…thanks," Jane mumbled.
Jane took Maura's hand and guided her to one of the booths. They took in the sight and watched as an older male approximately three feet in height with reddish hair on the top of his head, thick eyebrows and on his chin approached them with a little notebook. "Alright ladies," he spoke in a thick Irish accent, "what you humans want?"
"Why do you assume we're humans," Jane questioned back.
One of his hairy eyebrows went up, almost sized them up (at least in Jane's eyes), and retorted, "You smell like it."
Maura gaped, "How rude."
"Your friend asked, and I answered. We, leprechauns can either lie to you or not and I prefer not especially when I want a nice tip, pretty eyes," he winked at Maura.
Jane felt a twinge a jealous run up her neck and Maura felt embarrassed slightly by this mythical creatures. She cleared her throat and the leprechaun looked at her with annoyance. "Miller for me and Chardonnay for her," she ordered as if it was second nature.
The leprechaun turned away, leaving Maura and Jane alone once more. Jane looked at her best friend and whispered, "Overwhelmed?"
"Very much so," Maura answered back. Her eyes wandered around the room, looking at the other patrons.
"So…" Maura looked back at Jane. "The registries of the Lycans? Was it a lot?"
"It's a vase amount. According to Doctor Harding, Lycans were asked to register with a clan or if they were clan-less. It's been like this since early 1900s supposedly."
"But why do they need to register?"
"You're talking about the registry," they looked down to see the leprechaun. With a quick snap of his fingers, a barstool appeared causing Jane and Maura to jump. He climbed up the barstool and placed the wine glass and beer bottle. He then sat down on the barstool and placed his elbows on table, "Let old Seamus McDougald tell you about the dirty politics of the land."
"McDougald," Jane tried not to laugh.
"Jane," Maura admonished.
Seamus eyed Jane and retorted, "Let me guess, you one of those hot-blooded EYE-talian folks." Maura chuckled as Jane glared at him; the leprechaun continued, "Obviously the Detective told you about the Contract and the Council."
Jane and Maura nodded.
"Well, the Contract is our big rules and there are several. First of all, if any humans are brought into our world, they have to keep our secret, or our world will be exposed. Second of all, at least for vampires and Lycans, you cannot transform a human without their acknowledgement. This includes no feeding off the humans."
"I assume that's for the vampires," Jane mumbled, glancing at the pale group with red liquid wine glasses.
"They got blood banks."
"There's also the rule about buying legit magic versus black magic."
Jane took a sip from her beer. After she swallowed, she gave a confused expression and said, "I would assume magic is just magic, right?"
Seamus snorted at this notion. "Oh please, eye-talian. There's a very big difference. You got the legit magic that is done by registered witches in their covens. Usually, they have shops and it's disguised enough for humans to go in and out, get those fake versions of spells, potions and those knickknacks."
"The black magic," Maura pondered.
"Well, they are the ones who've gone rogue. Won't register, never even like the covens or the community we built. They travel far and few in between but, they can cause some trouble especially when the Contract was established."
"How come?"
"Well, when the witches have been in America much longer than any of the supernatural creatures. They have this big feeling that they have more say in Council than Dracula and the other council members. They also aren't afraid to attack the police especially Adam and Detective Stevenson."
"Any other rules," Maura inquired with intrigue.
There was a small silence with Seamus taking a quick look around. "It's not a rule but a pretty good understanding that you shouldn't get in a relationship with others that aren't your…species," Seamus added, wiggling his nose.
Maura and Jane looked at each other. It was sad look as if they pondered in their own minds about a forbidden love. "Why," Jane inquired.
"Doesn't work out well especially if you go before the Council. They have the final say about any kind of marriage if there is one. Usually, they get a decline."
"And the couple," Maura muttered.
Jane leaned over, taking Maura's hand into hers. She gave it a light squeeze while Seamus sighed, "I've seen people break up, leave the city, and even elope underground."
"That's so sad."
"The Council and the Contract. That's how it works."
The silence came over them once more with Jane and Maura still holding each other's hand. Seamus eventually stepped down from the stool and stated, "Well, I better get back to work."
"Thank you for the insight, Seamus," Jane said softly.
Seamus gave a curt nod and resumed his work.
Jane looked over at Maura then glanced down at their hands. She bit her lip and began to pull away, "Sorry."
Maura shook her head, letting Jane's hand slip from hers, "It's ok. It's been a long two days since this case started."
"Agree."
Even with the sadness of the information, Maura and Jane found comfort with each other and again, a familiar feeling rose between them appeared. It was a mix of their friendship but, the two also sensed that there was something much more. It seemed no matter where they were, when it was, the warm feeling would go through Jane and Maura differently.
For Jane, she felt that the room seemed to get fuzzy and only Maura was that hold to reality. Maura was her lifeline and it felt that every time was gone, she felt like something was missing. For Maura, it felt like a heart attack once more, but she had to keep using her medical training to remind herself that it was a possible feeling of euphoria, a feeling a great happiness.
Happiness because Maura was near Jane. She was the good part of her life; no matter what was happening, Jane was there for Maura in some capacity.
"Girls," their heads snapped over to see Seamus standing on the bar and waving at them then hollered, "you hungry?"
"Yes," Jane hollered back.
"For Christ's sake, Seamus, give them a menu," Erik scolded, knocking him off the bar with two menus.
An hour went by for Danielle since Jane and Maura left. She sat at her desk, reading the file that Doctor Crane gave her. It was the same old analysis of any new item in the Vault with item being a high risk due to the magic properties. Based on category, the Book of the Dead would be under black magic and would be under direct supervision in its transport out of Boston.
She closed the file and leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes.
"Of all the women you decided to flirt with!"
"It wasn't my fault!"
"You're wearing a suit as well!"
"You know I hate dresses! Henry, I did your favor. I came and mingled and again, the Governors declined us. Father is-"
"He's not! We haven't lost him yet! I will find a way to help him. WE will help him."
Suddenly, there was a loud ring, making the detective's snap open and lunge forward. Her eyes went toward the phone and she picked it up, "Stevenson."
"The Council moved the time up. They want you there at 11," Adam informed his partner.
"Fuck, I'll go collect Jane and Maura," Danielle mumbled, grabbing her car keys and files.
"Be ready. It seems it's an open forum."
Danielle stopped. "What do you mean by that?"
"The Council made it open for citizens to hear about the update since this was a violent murder."
"Great…I'll talk to you later, Adam."
As she ended the call, Danielle exited out of the bullpen to her car. She unlocked the car and tossed the items in the car but as she was about to close the door, a searing headache came. She clenched onto her forehead as she began to hear the echo of a clock ticking.
You can't keep me in forever.
She shook her head and shuffled to the trunk of the car, popping it open to reveal the blue vials.
RI
"I got to admit, Seamus: the food is not bad," Jane confessed as she finished the last French fry on her plate.
Seamus smirked, taking Maura and Jane's plates away. "When you got leprechauns cooking potatoes, we are artists," Seamus told the two.
The leprechaun walked away, and Jane brought her attention back to Maura. "Thank you for giving me this break," Jane expressed softly to the doctor.
Maura gave a gentle smile. "You need nourishment even despite how healthy a burger and fries are but, you need rest. I know that I can do only so much."
"You're kidding right, Maur," Jane said rhetorically. "You do more than "only so much." You amaze me so much on how you work so hard. The only reason I'm so calm in this whole situation, it's because of you."
"Jane."
"Maura," Jane said back, "you don't understand how much you've done."
"I can agree with that."
Jane and Maura looked up to see Danielle by the doorway of the pub. She wrapped around the corner and stood in front of the table, taking in the sight of the two women before her. "I didn't mean to interrupt or eavesdrop but, though I barely know you, Maura, I agree with Jane. You've done so much and been the most open to this world."
The medical examiner bowed her head down. "It feels like I'm in a book, but I know I'm not," Maura replied, feeling foolish.
Then there was a small chuckle.
Jane gave a raised eyebrow and took in the sight of a full smile that spread on Danielle's face. "You're not the first to feel like that," the detective informed. The smile then faded quickly with a clearing of the throat and push back of her hair, "Well, as much as I enjoy this conversation, Council is having the meeting earlier than expected. We need to start driving over."
"Over where," Jane asked, sliding out of the booth.
Maura did the same and followed Danielle out of the pub, giving quick waves of thanks toward Seamus who mumbled about expecting to get a tip later. "We're heading to near Skywalk Observatory but, a little past it," Danielle informed them.
"Is there a thing about your areas near water," Jane said aloud, thinking about how the warehouse was near water and so was this meeting with the Council.
"It's an "in case of emergency" reason." Danielle then turned the engine on but stopped, realizing that she hadn't give Jane and Maura two important items. She went into her pocket of her waistcoat pulling out two medallions and handed each one to them, "Here, you'll need this."
Jane looked down at the medallion, running her fingers along the design of it. On one side was a badge and on the other side was a sword being held up by an armor hand. "What are these for," Jane queried, placing the necklace around her neck.
"It's your ticket inside and it represents that no supernatural touches you two."
"Will our colleagues receive these as well," Maura voiced, concern not only for Susie and Drake but also for the detectives that have been brought into the fold.
Danielle nodded, "Adam is getting a mass production on them fast and calling in some favors." She then shifted the gears from park to drive, starting their trek to the Council meeting.
Jane continued to run her fingers over the medallion. Listening to Maura over the years about anything and everything, she remembered something that Maura mentioned. The word symbolist…or was it symbolism? It was one of those words, but she remembered that Maura said that symbols have meaning especially in items or books. The necklace was an example of that, prompting the detective to ask, "Is this some sort of symbolism for something?"
"You know symbolism?"
"Hey, I'm smart," Jane retorted, hearing the tone of disbelief.
"Not saying that you weren't, Rizzoli," Dani assured. "But, to answer your question, it's representation of the first knight to fall."
"It's a play on words," Maura pointed out.
"Sort of. The first knight to fall has been debated back and forth but, it all comes back to the idea of King Arthur and Lancelot."
"Those are the guys from the round table. King Arthur is the guy that had the magical sword, Excalibur which was given by the Lady of…the Pond," Jane said unsure on the last part.
"Lake," Maura and Dani corrected simultaneously.
"Lake, pond; it's a body of water," Jane retorted.
Danielle shook her head, let silence fill the car as they continued to drive to the Council meeting.
RI
The three women arrived at the building with Jane realizing that it was an abandoned conference meeting hall. Jane and Maura observed from the car as others were walking into the building. Some were in hoodies while others were in formal and informal wear. "Do so many people show up like this all the time," Jane inquired curiously.
"Not really," Dani retorted. She let out a sigh, opening the door to the car to step out.
Jane opened the door on the passenger side and stepped out. She then opened the door for Maura, with the doctor giving her a wide smile and a quick kiss on Jane's cheek. "Thank you," Maura whispered in appreciation.
Jane felt a blush form on her face. She closed the door and followed Dani as she was walking up the staircase.
Maura and Jane entered and were amazed by the crowd of people in the lobby. The hoods that were up on certain folks turned out to be a cover for anamorphic faces. Based on they stated, Jane and Maura knew that there were different species Maura gripped Jane's hand immediately, sensing that they were not exactly welcomed. Eyes were on them and Dani who approached the two doors that led to the conference hall.
They follow closely and reached the door, staying close to the other detectives.
Adam spotted Danielle and touched her shoulder. "Why is most of the community here," Danielle gritted her teeth with a fake smile to not show her concern.
"One word: Dorian," Adam whispered.
Danielle gave an exasperated sigh, "Of course."
Suddenly, the doors opened and two were faced with a handsome looking man. Black short hair with a goatee against light skin; he wore a dark grey suit with a black waist coat. Danielle watched as his fingers left the doorframe to his cane which had a silver handle.
"Detectives," the man greeted with a grin.
"Speak of the devil himself," Danielle grumbled in displeasure.
Dorian smiled widely then looked at the two new individuals that with Adam and Danielle. His eyes darted immediately to Maura and his grin widened. "Well, hello gorgeous," he greeted as he attempted to take her hand. Instinctively, Jane pulled Maura back while Danielle blocked Dorian, prompting the man to state, "I was only being friendly."
"You and I both have different interpretations of your "friendliness," Dorian Gray," Danielle retorted curtly.
Dorian smirked and bowed his head. "All I wanted to do is get to know our new guests," he attempted to assure smoothly.
"You'll get to know them in the Council meeting, Dorian."
The man stepped away bowing his head and walked inside, prompting the crowd to follow inside. Jane, Maura, Dani, and Adam looked into the hall to see the table before the many chairs where others were starting to take a seat with a podium at the center of the aisle. Danielle and Adam walked in first with Jane and Maura following close behind, they walked down the aisle then Danielle gestured for Jane and Maura to sit in the seats in the very front.
Suddenly, doors opened at the side and everyone became quiet as six figures were entering the room.
Adam took a seat in between Maura and Jane, much to their displeasure, but his seating wasn't to block them. It was to inform them as he spoke in a low whisper, "The man in the ragged leather jacket and torn jeans with the mean mug on his face is Ricky O'Neil, leader of the Lycans. The older woman," he gestured toward the elderly woman walking with her cane. Maura took in the sight for she looked like a medicine woman from the old times. She wore a simple dark blue gown with her dark locks placed up into a ponytail, her elderly features showing along the beautiful dark skin.
"Madam Lorna," he informed the group. "She's the most renown witch in Boston, let alone the world. She's well respected." Adam then pointed to the man in a black suit, his blonde hair was almost as light as Maura's. His face seemed young yet, the way he walked spoke an older feel as if stuck that age forever, similar to Dorian Grey's situation. "That's Clayton. He's shapeshifter and the only one that exists."
"Why Boston," Jane inquired curiously.
"No one knows really."
Suddenly, Jane noticed Maura sit up straighter as an older male walked in with a beautiful brunette. The man wore a black suit with a black shirt, his skin pale with long black hair tied back into a tight ponytail. The brunette stood close by to him, wearing a slacks and a beautifully designed white blouse, her hair was red like blood. "Maur," Jane whispered, making sure that Maura was ok.
"I…saw them before," Maura whispered.
Adam raised one of his distorted eyebrows and hissed, "That's Dracula and his wife, Mina."
"Where did you see them," Jane inquired.
"The Boston Museum during the opening of the Ancient Egyptian wing."
At the sight of Dracula, Danielle stood up from her seat, smoothing out her clothes. She took in a deep breath then released it before her eyes darted to a familiar figure. Jane, Maura, and Adam watched as Danielle walked toward a woman who was walking toward her. Based on what Jane was observing, she could figure that the woman was around the same age as Danielle. Her dark black hair was shoulder length pulled back in a ponytail, showing her beautiful features. Her eyes were striking light brown along her light-colored skin with light pink lips which held a smirk. She wore business attire; a pencil skirt and blazer, quite opposite of Danielle.
But based on her face, she also seemed one to not approach easily.
Adam let out a small chuckle, prompting Maura to look over with a raised eyebrow. Adam noticed this and stated, "That's Regina Coldwell, Mama Lorna's apprentice in the witchcraft and I believe Dani's got a crush on her."
"She seems…"
"Bitchy," Jane filled.
Maura pinched Jane's shoulder causing the detective to help. Adam shook his head and explained, "She's more closed off but, Dani is fond of her and anything, Dani is fond of…" His words trailed off with his eyes glancing toward Dorian who was approaching.
The two women understood what it meant: anything Dani liked Dorian liked.
RI
"I'm surprised you showed up," Dani greeted quietly.
Regina rolled her eyes, "Really?"
"Well, last time was for the issue about covens. This doesn't involve the witches."
"But it does involve our community, Detective," Regina emphasized.
To many, it could look like that the two were having a heated discussion but between Regina and Dani, they knew that this was more of a friendly spar. Dani gave a bow of her head of acknowledging that Regina had a point. A small smile formed on the witch's face, one that was rare but reserved for the detective.
Suddenly, there was a clearing of the throat, prompting the two distance themselves. Dani glanced over her shoulder to see Dorian who grinned wolfishly at Regina. He took her hand and kissed it, "So good to see you, my dear."
"Mr. Grey," Regina retorted, pulling her hand away quickly.
Dorian frowned then looked at the detective. "Shall we begin, Detective," he asked coolly. The detective nodded then looked at Regina briefly before giving a small bow of her head.
"All stand for the Council. Lord of Darkness and Head of Council of Boston, Vladimir Dracula. Shapeshifter and Curator of the Vault, Clayton. Head of the Lycans, Richard "Ricky" O'Neil. Head of the Coven of Boston Witches, Madam Lorna," Dorian introduced. "I am Dorian Grey, facilitator for the Council as well as attorney for most supernatural."
Everyone stood until Dracula lifted up the gavel and hit the table. With this signal, everyone sat down with Dracula placing on his glasses as he spoke, "Let's get this over and done with."
"Detective Danielle J. Stevenson," Dorian announced unenthusiastically.
Danielle stepped up to the podium and spoke, "Esteemed Council members, I've requested this emergency Council meeting to bring awareness of a murder of a human."
"Humans die all the time, Stevenson," Dracula said brazenly
Jane gripped her hand into a fist. She then felt Maura's hand over hers, rubbing her raised scar. She took in the deep breathe then released it while Danielle continued, "My lord, the Council was created to help oversee the supernatural adjustment to this country, let alone this city."
"I was there when the Contract was sign, Detective."
"I understand, Dracul."
Dracula stood up quickly and Mina gripped his forearm, pulling him back down. There was the clearing of the throat and Mama Lorna spoke, "Vladimir, let's listen to the Detective."
Mina whispered something to her husband then gave a nod. Danielle rubbed the back of her neck, "The human that was killed happened to figure out some of our world's secrets. She was a professor that specialized in the occult."
"Any leads," Clayton inquired.
"A Lycan that has become an Untamed."
"So what do you expect from us," O'Neil questioned, tapping his fingers on the table. The crowd began to whisper behind them with Adam glancing behind him to see the whispering people.
Before Danielle could answer, Dracula raised his hand which caused Danielle to silence. "You fail to mention that you brought guests," Dracula punctuated. Jane felt as if ice touched her; she gripped Maura's hand who looked back at her.
Danielle looked over shoulder and gestured for Jane and Maura to stand up. As they stood, Jane kept her eyes locked on Dracula; "Who do we have here," Dracula questioned in a booming voice.
Prepared to speak, Danielle opened her mouth until she heard Maura's strong voice, "My name is Doctor Maura Isles, your lordship. I'm Chief Medical Examiner of the Boston Commonwealth and this is Detective Jane Rizzoli, part of the Homicide division."
"You bring humans to our Council meeting, wearing the pendants of the protected," Dracula's eyes darted to Danielle.
"I had to bring Detective Rizzoli and her team into this loop. Lycans with a vampire attacked them, attempting to kill them."
"What," Dracula shouted, and the crowd began to whisper to each other. "They dare break Contract!"
Dorian tried to hush the crowd, but it was not stopped until the hammering on the gavel echoed loudly in the room, "Silence!"
"My lord, humans die, yes," Danielle voiced. Silence came over the crowd and she continued, "We know this but to keep our people safe. I'm telling you this now because our secret might be exposed."
Dracula crossed his arms and Mina touched her husband's shoulder. His deep frown relaxed, glancing at his wife and Maura observed, the look of compassion in his eyes. Mina then looked at Danielle and said softly, "Detective, we expect that you will keep his lordship informed."
Danielle nodded, "I will."
Suddenly, the doors opened to reveal a bat flying in holding a piece of paper. The bat dropped the note to Dracula who read the note and grumbled it, "You have another death. Some alleyway."
"Fuck," Jane mumbled, glancing at Maura who held the same worried expression.
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