I had an uncle
These last days have been such a rush, so much has happend. it's exhilarating and at the same time stressful. Life at the Laberatory was always ordered and simple. now every event just seems to take the next, and the next will be quite eventful too. Either I've killed my own uncle or I'll be running from the humans law keepers very soon.
such busy days.
Kirsten and David just left, she's been keeping me company, helping me cope with the loss or so she tells me, I play along, she takes my starved expression and fatigue as grief and mental exhaustion.
But luckily they left a moment ago, so I will go hunting, I'm starving! it was all I could do not to tear into the two of them earlier.
Still, the sheer coincidence and I have to admit, in no small part, down to utter luck. Things have come together and I've played the events to my advantage.
early this morning, shortly after I returned David to his mother, the boy having been to meager a meal, I'd waited for his mother to return, anxious to find someone to feed on.
I was getting ready to leave, when another knock on my door, delighted at a meal actually comming to my door, I leapt at it and flung it open.
the two police officers on the other side, looked at me in bafflement as if they hadn't expected anyone to open, immidiatly I assumed they had somehow connected me to my last victim and tracked me here.
but luck would have it, it wasn't so. one of the officers asked if this was the appartment of Frederik Pedersen, well technically it was as his name stood on the door, so I said yes. They then inquired whom I was and I introduced myself as his niece, Misty Ferguson. They looked suprised at this and asked if I knew where my uncle was, I told them no and said he'd been gone for several days and I was exprecting him home any minut. Then they told me that they sadly had to report that my uncle had been found murdered and if I'd please come down to the station and answer some questions and identify him.
My mind was furiously working at how to deal with these potentially disatereous problems, so I just nodded, I put on a coat and went with them.
A while later, after I had identified my "uncle" his head, along with an arm was all that was found so fare had been put on a table of surgical steel, confronted with my last meal, I realized just hungry I had gotten and felt ill, I was escorted from the room. An officer took my statement, that I was Frederiks Pedersen's sisters daughter, visiting my uncle and he had left a few days ago and not come back.
Then a psychologist sat down with me and talked with me, she talked a whole lot, not much of it made sense, most of what I could think about was how weak and hungry I felt.
Then finaly when I thought I could leave, a man in a suite sat down with me and began the exsact same speech as every one else had rehersed with me for the better part of 6 hours, how terrible it was, how sorry they felt for me and if there was anything they could do. well, a privat room and a live person to feed off would have been nice.
The man introduced himself as Mr.Pedersens advocat and it would appear I was his last living relative, I explained who I was, well whom was suppose to anyway, Misty Ferguson. Misty was an old cover, from my days of fieldwork for the Laberatory, when my assignment had required me to be an official person in appearence on paper.
The advocat explained that since there was no mentioning of me in the will, they'd have to verify that I was indeed Mr.Pedersens daughter, since only his sister had been mentioned in the will and she was long dead, I was the only inheriter.
They needed a blood sample, to see if me and mr.Pedersen were indeed related, had I not been so exhausted I'd have sprinted for the door right there, but instead I just nodded weakly and consented.
The advocat drove me to a private clinic and I had a sample taken, just a few drops, but even that made me feel like fainting.
Then the advocat drove me home and told me he'd call as soon as he got the results.
I just feel to the floor, spent. and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
later I awoke by more knocking on the door, this was Kirsten, she had finaly found out about mr.pedersen and came over to comfort me, it was a momentus effort not to pull her down and feed on her, but my sleep had left me a little better and killing her could prove a mistake if more police came visiting or the advocate for that matter.
She stayed with me the whole day, together with David, pretty much torturing me with their bloodfilled bodies, how I cursed my stupidity in not feeding on the boy when I had the chance and... wait a second ,the phone is ringing.
... interesting, that was the advocate. The clinic had called back, the testresults, though incomplete due to contamination of the samples, had proven beyond a doubt, that me and the late Mr.Pedersen shared DNA and thus were kin and thus I am the legal benefactor of his will.
Turns out that it was a good thing that I didn't feed on David then, somehow the test had picked up the remaining traces of Pedersens blood in my own bloodstream. Unlucky luck I beleave would be a fitting term.
Tomorrow I'll meet with the advocate and go over the paperwork.
But now, now I want something to eat.
such busy days.
Kirsten and David just left, she's been keeping me company, helping me cope with the loss or so she tells me, I play along, she takes my starved expression and fatigue as grief and mental exhaustion.
But luckily they left a moment ago, so I will go hunting, I'm starving! it was all I could do not to tear into the two of them earlier.
Still, the sheer coincidence and I have to admit, in no small part, down to utter luck. Things have come together and I've played the events to my advantage.
early this morning, shortly after I returned David to his mother, the boy having been to meager a meal, I'd waited for his mother to return, anxious to find someone to feed on.
I was getting ready to leave, when another knock on my door, delighted at a meal actually comming to my door, I leapt at it and flung it open.
the two police officers on the other side, looked at me in bafflement as if they hadn't expected anyone to open, immidiatly I assumed they had somehow connected me to my last victim and tracked me here.
but luck would have it, it wasn't so. one of the officers asked if this was the appartment of Frederik Pedersen, well technically it was as his name stood on the door, so I said yes. They then inquired whom I was and I introduced myself as his niece, Misty Ferguson. They looked suprised at this and asked if I knew where my uncle was, I told them no and said he'd been gone for several days and I was exprecting him home any minut. Then they told me that they sadly had to report that my uncle had been found murdered and if I'd please come down to the station and answer some questions and identify him.
My mind was furiously working at how to deal with these potentially disatereous problems, so I just nodded, I put on a coat and went with them.
A while later, after I had identified my "uncle" his head, along with an arm was all that was found so fare had been put on a table of surgical steel, confronted with my last meal, I realized just hungry I had gotten and felt ill, I was escorted from the room. An officer took my statement, that I was Frederiks Pedersen's sisters daughter, visiting my uncle and he had left a few days ago and not come back.
Then a psychologist sat down with me and talked with me, she talked a whole lot, not much of it made sense, most of what I could think about was how weak and hungry I felt.
Then finaly when I thought I could leave, a man in a suite sat down with me and began the exsact same speech as every one else had rehersed with me for the better part of 6 hours, how terrible it was, how sorry they felt for me and if there was anything they could do. well, a privat room and a live person to feed off would have been nice.
The man introduced himself as Mr.Pedersens advocat and it would appear I was his last living relative, I explained who I was, well whom was suppose to anyway, Misty Ferguson. Misty was an old cover, from my days of fieldwork for the Laberatory, when my assignment had required me to be an official person in appearence on paper.
The advocat explained that since there was no mentioning of me in the will, they'd have to verify that I was indeed Mr.Pedersens daughter, since only his sister had been mentioned in the will and she was long dead, I was the only inheriter.
They needed a blood sample, to see if me and mr.Pedersen were indeed related, had I not been so exhausted I'd have sprinted for the door right there, but instead I just nodded weakly and consented.
The advocat drove me to a private clinic and I had a sample taken, just a few drops, but even that made me feel like fainting.
Then the advocat drove me home and told me he'd call as soon as he got the results.
I just feel to the floor, spent. and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
later I awoke by more knocking on the door, this was Kirsten, she had finaly found out about mr.pedersen and came over to comfort me, it was a momentus effort not to pull her down and feed on her, but my sleep had left me a little better and killing her could prove a mistake if more police came visiting or the advocate for that matter.
She stayed with me the whole day, together with David, pretty much torturing me with their bloodfilled bodies, how I cursed my stupidity in not feeding on the boy when I had the chance and... wait a second ,the phone is ringing.
... interesting, that was the advocate. The clinic had called back, the testresults, though incomplete due to contamination of the samples, had proven beyond a doubt, that me and the late Mr.Pedersen shared DNA and thus were kin and thus I am the legal benefactor of his will.
Turns out that it was a good thing that I didn't feed on David then, somehow the test had picked up the remaining traces of Pedersens blood in my own bloodstream. Unlucky luck I beleave would be a fitting term.
Tomorrow I'll meet with the advocate and go over the paperwork.
But now, now I want something to eat.