Post by silent.lullaby on Oct 22, 2009 13:44:39 GMT -5
Sweeter Than Heaven [Supernatural] Hotter Than Hell (2) We’ve Got A Plan
Gabriel shook me awake much earlier than I desired, but he was right, we needed to question people. The sooner the better. He was already showered and dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast.
I pulled a brush through my hair and grabbed my pair of dark wash jeans from my bag and pull them on. I rummage through till I find my white collared top and quickly button it up and tuck it in. Opening the small box I grab my FBI badge with the name Elena Gilbert on it and tuck it into my pocket.
Locking the room door behind me I meet up with Gabriel in the dining room and eat quickly. The eggs were scrambled and already cold. I was already disgruntled when we left and got into the car, Gabriel taking the drivers seat this time. “Those eggs were nasty,” I muttered pulling the map from the glove box.
“At least I wasn’t the only one who thought so,” Gabriel responded as he put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway.
Getting out in front of the car I looked at the townhouse, I could make out traces of spray paint. Looking around the street was a little dirty, there were some kids hanging around and looked like they were harassing one another. I walked up to the first neighbours door Gabriel coming up the few steps close behind me. I knocked on the door and waited. I tapped my foot impatiently, “maybe no one is home.”
We were about to leave when the door opened a little ways. “Who are you, what do you want?”
Both Gabriel and I pulled out our fake ID’s and I spoke, “Agents Gilbert and Castle, we need to ask you a few questions about the murder of your neighbours, may we come in?”
The middle aged woman studied us for a few minutes before opening the door fully and waving us in. “I must be getting to work soon, this must be quick.”
“Yes, of course,” Gabriel responded. “Did you see anything out of the ordinary? Anyone out late?”
“Haven’t you seen this street? Those hooligans are out at all hours!”
“Anyone perhaps, new, someone around you hadn’t seen before?”
The woman paused for a moment, “no, I spoke to Carrie, we got home around the same time. She was bursting with happiness, just got a promotion, she was going to get herself and her mother out of this part of town.” The woman shook her head sadly and her eyes misted, “and now their both dead.”
I frowned and looked to my brother. “Thank you for your time.” We both exited with no more information than we had before. I leaned against the passengers side of our car and Gabriel looked over at me, “you want to talk to some of the other neighbours?”
“Maybe she was killed for the promotion?” I theorised. “Maybe there is nothing out of the ordinary.”
Gabriel shook his head, “no, there is something here. What it is, I don’t know, but something isn’t normal about how the Smith’s were offed.”
Crossing my arms over my chest I sighed, he was right. “Maybe we should ask them,” I said nodding toward the group of ‘hooligans.’ He shrugged and we crossed the street, the kids noticed us pretty quick and stood up straight, some of them puffing up their chests to seem bigger, I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I pulled out my badge and Gabriel did the same, “I’m Agent Gilbert, this is my partner Agent Castle, we need to ask you all some questions about the night of the Smith murders.”
“We ain’t talkin’ to no feds,” the most casual one of the group said as he leaned against a light post. He looked me up and down and then sized up my brother. “We don’t know nothin’ ‘bout no murders.”
I shifted my weight over to my left leg, “their right,” I said to Gabriel, “they probably don’t even know how to spell murder much less have anything of any kind of use.”
Catching on quick Gabriel nodded, “your right, it was probably way past their bed times.”
We both turned on our heal and only made it two steps before we heard, “wait, there was somethin’.” I looked to Gabriel and he smirked before we both put on our ‘agent’ faces of stone and turned around looking unimpressed. “The younger one, the brunette, she went in lookin’ all happy and stuff, she came out later on, locked the door again and took off, looked all blank and stuff.” I raised an eyebrow, ‘blank and stuff’ yeah, that’s oh so helpful. “Guess she must have came home at some point ‘n got murdered, but we was out that night till nearly three am ‘n none of us saw here.”
Looking puzzled I looked to Gabriel who looked just as confused as I did. “So Carrie Smith came home happy, left and locked up looking a little deadpan, and must have come home after three am.”
The teen nodded. I looked to Gabriel who thanked the teens and we headed back to the car. “Did the papers say what time of death was?” Gabriel asked as he stood at the drivers door.
“No, we’re going to have to go to the morgue, we should take a look at the autopsy reports anyways.”
We both got into the car and Gabriel pulled out and headed toward the morgue. Once a the building we walked in, showed our badges and was taken into a large room with two metal slabs. The elderly mortician took us to the back and opened a steel door and pulled out the body of Carrie Smith and opened the one next to it pulling out her mother.
I studied the injuries, definitely not vampire, I’ve never seen them use a knife rather than their fangs. I looked to the mortician, “which stab was cause of death?”
The mortician shook his head, “it’s impossible to tell, I would say the cuts were all made seconds from each other, wrists, femoral artery, the jugular. Whoever did this knew the human anatomy.”
“What was time of death?” Gabriel asked.
“T.O.D was around 8pm for Mrs. Smith, and around 9:30 pm for Miss Smith.”
Gabriel and I looked at each other. He looked puzzled, and I shrugged. We thanked the mortician and left.
Back at the car we stood outside for a moment. “What the hell could it be?”
I shrugged, “I was so stuck on vampire I didn’t see other possibilities. I mean... what the heck takes blood?”
Gabriel sighed, “library?” I nodded and got back into the Monte. The library was extensive, and had records going back to the eighteen hundreds. “The librarian looks like she’s from the eighteen hundreds.” Gabriel muttered and I swatted him in the arm.
I looked over my shoulder and the elderly lady continued walking on her walker putting books back on the shelf. “Don’t be rude,” I scolded.
We searched through old news papers on the computer and I sighed after the third hour. “We don’t even know what it is that we are looking for,” I complained.
Gabriel pushed some of his coffee coloured hair back, “we’re looking for oddities. Something weird.”
“Nothing weird has happened here before though,” I complained my head hitting the desk with a thunk. “This place was simply dull.”
“Aw, come on, they grew a hundred pound pumpkin back in ‘43,” Gabriel said giving me a nudge in the side.
“Kids, the library is closing for the night,” the elderly librarian informed us and we grabbed our things and headed out the door.
Inside a quaint diner we each ordered a burger and fries. “So what do we know for certain?” Gabriel asked leaning back on the cushioned bench.
“The Smith’s were nearly drained of blood, all major arteries hit. A knife is the most probable explanation for the cuts.” I responded. “Those teenagers seen Carrie go in happy, and leave in an odd state around three am, and the mortician says she died hours earlier.”
“Shapeshifter?” Gabriel suggested.
“They don’t drink blood,” I responded, and quickly quieted as the waitress came over and gave us each our meals. I squirted ketchup onto my plate and dipped a fry in it. “We’re running around in circles, we aren’t getting anywhere. We need a plan. We need to check out the Smith residence, like we should have done when we first got here. We’ll do it tonight.”
Gabriel shook me awake much earlier than I desired, but he was right, we needed to question people. The sooner the better. He was already showered and dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast.
I pulled a brush through my hair and grabbed my pair of dark wash jeans from my bag and pull them on. I rummage through till I find my white collared top and quickly button it up and tuck it in. Opening the small box I grab my FBI badge with the name Elena Gilbert on it and tuck it into my pocket.
Locking the room door behind me I meet up with Gabriel in the dining room and eat quickly. The eggs were scrambled and already cold. I was already disgruntled when we left and got into the car, Gabriel taking the drivers seat this time. “Those eggs were nasty,” I muttered pulling the map from the glove box.
“At least I wasn’t the only one who thought so,” Gabriel responded as he put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway.
Getting out in front of the car I looked at the townhouse, I could make out traces of spray paint. Looking around the street was a little dirty, there were some kids hanging around and looked like they were harassing one another. I walked up to the first neighbours door Gabriel coming up the few steps close behind me. I knocked on the door and waited. I tapped my foot impatiently, “maybe no one is home.”
We were about to leave when the door opened a little ways. “Who are you, what do you want?”
Both Gabriel and I pulled out our fake ID’s and I spoke, “Agents Gilbert and Castle, we need to ask you a few questions about the murder of your neighbours, may we come in?”
The middle aged woman studied us for a few minutes before opening the door fully and waving us in. “I must be getting to work soon, this must be quick.”
“Yes, of course,” Gabriel responded. “Did you see anything out of the ordinary? Anyone out late?”
“Haven’t you seen this street? Those hooligans are out at all hours!”
“Anyone perhaps, new, someone around you hadn’t seen before?”
The woman paused for a moment, “no, I spoke to Carrie, we got home around the same time. She was bursting with happiness, just got a promotion, she was going to get herself and her mother out of this part of town.” The woman shook her head sadly and her eyes misted, “and now their both dead.”
I frowned and looked to my brother. “Thank you for your time.” We both exited with no more information than we had before. I leaned against the passengers side of our car and Gabriel looked over at me, “you want to talk to some of the other neighbours?”
“Maybe she was killed for the promotion?” I theorised. “Maybe there is nothing out of the ordinary.”
Gabriel shook his head, “no, there is something here. What it is, I don’t know, but something isn’t normal about how the Smith’s were offed.”
Crossing my arms over my chest I sighed, he was right. “Maybe we should ask them,” I said nodding toward the group of ‘hooligans.’ He shrugged and we crossed the street, the kids noticed us pretty quick and stood up straight, some of them puffing up their chests to seem bigger, I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I pulled out my badge and Gabriel did the same, “I’m Agent Gilbert, this is my partner Agent Castle, we need to ask you all some questions about the night of the Smith murders.”
“We ain’t talkin’ to no feds,” the most casual one of the group said as he leaned against a light post. He looked me up and down and then sized up my brother. “We don’t know nothin’ ‘bout no murders.”
I shifted my weight over to my left leg, “their right,” I said to Gabriel, “they probably don’t even know how to spell murder much less have anything of any kind of use.”
Catching on quick Gabriel nodded, “your right, it was probably way past their bed times.”
We both turned on our heal and only made it two steps before we heard, “wait, there was somethin’.” I looked to Gabriel and he smirked before we both put on our ‘agent’ faces of stone and turned around looking unimpressed. “The younger one, the brunette, she went in lookin’ all happy and stuff, she came out later on, locked the door again and took off, looked all blank and stuff.” I raised an eyebrow, ‘blank and stuff’ yeah, that’s oh so helpful. “Guess she must have came home at some point ‘n got murdered, but we was out that night till nearly three am ‘n none of us saw here.”
Looking puzzled I looked to Gabriel who looked just as confused as I did. “So Carrie Smith came home happy, left and locked up looking a little deadpan, and must have come home after three am.”
The teen nodded. I looked to Gabriel who thanked the teens and we headed back to the car. “Did the papers say what time of death was?” Gabriel asked as he stood at the drivers door.
“No, we’re going to have to go to the morgue, we should take a look at the autopsy reports anyways.”
We both got into the car and Gabriel pulled out and headed toward the morgue. Once a the building we walked in, showed our badges and was taken into a large room with two metal slabs. The elderly mortician took us to the back and opened a steel door and pulled out the body of Carrie Smith and opened the one next to it pulling out her mother.
I studied the injuries, definitely not vampire, I’ve never seen them use a knife rather than their fangs. I looked to the mortician, “which stab was cause of death?”
The mortician shook his head, “it’s impossible to tell, I would say the cuts were all made seconds from each other, wrists, femoral artery, the jugular. Whoever did this knew the human anatomy.”
“What was time of death?” Gabriel asked.
“T.O.D was around 8pm for Mrs. Smith, and around 9:30 pm for Miss Smith.”
Gabriel and I looked at each other. He looked puzzled, and I shrugged. We thanked the mortician and left.
Back at the car we stood outside for a moment. “What the hell could it be?”
I shrugged, “I was so stuck on vampire I didn’t see other possibilities. I mean... what the heck takes blood?”
Gabriel sighed, “library?” I nodded and got back into the Monte. The library was extensive, and had records going back to the eighteen hundreds. “The librarian looks like she’s from the eighteen hundreds.” Gabriel muttered and I swatted him in the arm.
I looked over my shoulder and the elderly lady continued walking on her walker putting books back on the shelf. “Don’t be rude,” I scolded.
We searched through old news papers on the computer and I sighed after the third hour. “We don’t even know what it is that we are looking for,” I complained.
Gabriel pushed some of his coffee coloured hair back, “we’re looking for oddities. Something weird.”
“Nothing weird has happened here before though,” I complained my head hitting the desk with a thunk. “This place was simply dull.”
“Aw, come on, they grew a hundred pound pumpkin back in ‘43,” Gabriel said giving me a nudge in the side.
“Kids, the library is closing for the night,” the elderly librarian informed us and we grabbed our things and headed out the door.
Inside a quaint diner we each ordered a burger and fries. “So what do we know for certain?” Gabriel asked leaning back on the cushioned bench.
“The Smith’s were nearly drained of blood, all major arteries hit. A knife is the most probable explanation for the cuts.” I responded. “Those teenagers seen Carrie go in happy, and leave in an odd state around three am, and the mortician says she died hours earlier.”
“Shapeshifter?” Gabriel suggested.
“They don’t drink blood,” I responded, and quickly quieted as the waitress came over and gave us each our meals. I squirted ketchup onto my plate and dipped a fry in it. “We’re running around in circles, we aren’t getting anywhere. We need a plan. We need to check out the Smith residence, like we should have done when we first got here. We’ll do it tonight.”