Sanguine

The girl lie still on the cold slab, still intact – no autopsy had been performed yet, as she’d only been brought in that morning. Someone had laid a sheet over her out of a sense of decency, but the elven woman had tugged that away rapidly so they could see what there was to look at. Her neck had been set at a proper angle, but a little looking made it clear the spine had been snapped, causing death. The multiple fang marks stood out pretty well against her deathly-pale skin – on her neck, her breasts, her inner thighs.. Meg fought not to be sick.
“She’s dead.” said Tess, blinking a little. “So, who is this and why do we care?” she asked, seemingly confused. Meg was stunned for a moment at her callous nature before nodding, swallowing hard. Of course. If she spent time being sick every time an innocent died, she’d never save anyone, let alone slay any vampires. There would be a time to mourn, and mourn she would – but now was a time for action. She gave the body a second, more through investigation, as Cornstalker murmured a brief explanation to Tessla.
“Fang marks on the neck are expected in a feeder junkie, but the breasts and inner thighs indicate sexual activity – we’re likely dealing with a male vampire,” declared Meg, her examination concluded.
“Why not a lesbian vampire?” asked Tessla, watching Meg as though she were a curiosity to be studied.
“Because she was in his lap all night,” said Meg, comprehension – and horror – dawning. “Most murder victems are killed by those they know and trust…. it had to be him. The one with the brown hair and young face. What did she call him? Thestral? Skyhawk?”
“Zanfalcon.” said Cornstalker, grimly. Meg flushed, feeling slightly ashamed of herself. If she had done her job, she could have sensed the danger – instead, however, she’d worried about the bad vibes and her own stupid, girlish fears. She’d let an innocent die because she was too afraid to do her damn job. Grimly, she pushed even that guilt aside. This wasn’t the time or place to assign blame – she’d do whatever penance the gods asked for later, but now was a time for vengeance.
“I’m going to get us some help. We need information – info I don’t have yet – and weaponry.” With those words, Megara gathered her stern resolve and discipline and turned to walk out of the door.