§eri@l (Vlad/ Alucard-Hellsing)

autopsy (8)

○Note○: Yes, Alucard is cannon listed a 6'6" (198cm), but for more realistic sexual encounters and females usually as short as 5'4", I have him at 6'4".  When the female character is near 6'0", then Alucard's height remains cannon listed.  For Anderson it's 6'8" (203 cm).  So if he listed by me at 6'4" then romance probably nearby.

Lilliana's phone alarm went off in the war room of the serial killer case. She rubbed her eyes and then looked at her watch.

"Oh shit!"

The profiler leaped up and walked quickly to the bathroom and washed her face. She tried to comb her hair with her fingers and went back out. Detective Scott was standing, as she came out, with a latte.

"Thanks, what have I missed so far?" She swallowed a sip.

"Well, the message from Jack was on page 3..."

"So not top priority, that's good, isn't it?" she asked.

"Except when it's you..."

"Me? What let me see!?" her voice was raised.

Scott held a newspaper out to her. There was the center article, a picture of her from the FBI and then one of her in the hospital, beaten up with IVs out of her. The profiler read the article. It stated that Scotland Yard couldn't do their jobs, so some profiler prodigy from the FBI, was here to show the yard how to do it. The article also stated, she had only been on three cases and was captured, eventually hospitalized. Her competence should be questioned and then sent back to America. The doctor was the sole survivor, of the attack, on her team.

"Is this true?"

"Yes, except my competence. I was cleared for work, here, two weeks ago. I have perfect marks in shooting," she replied.

"How did the press get the photo of you in the hospital?" Scott said with h concern.

"A reporter snuck into the hospital to took it. That was one day, after my captor dropped me off, at that hospital," Liliana stated.

Scott couldn't imagine her age of the time, "How old were you?"

"Seventeen and surrounded by the bodies of my coworkers and friends, laying a pit of mud and bones of other victims. If Scotland Yard doesn't want me, then I get it, but I am very good, at what I can do."

"Well, I know we are about to be late to an autopsy Doctor."

Scott and Liliana walked in, and the autopsy started. Lana noted the smell or lack of it. Her sexual organs were removed and skinned, similar to details from London's famous Jack the Ripper case, yet she didn't have the smell when one is opened up.

"Why does the victim seem so free of odor?" Lana asked.

The coroner responded, "She was drained of her blood."

"Alive or dead?"

The coroner continued to work, "Alive via these small holes. There are several in pairs."

Lana walked to a desk and got a measuring tape. She put on gloves then examined the marks. There was bruising, as if the marks were from bites, with extended canines. It didn't make sense. A blur of grey images flooded her mind. Mouths flashing with long fangs and feeding in a frenzy.

"I think we have secretors here. These marks are from bites. Can a DNA test be ordered, to swab the spots, for saliva?"

"Ya, sure thing Dr. Draghicescu..."

Lana and Scott stayed for the rest of the autopsy. There wasn't much more to learn. The profiler was confused. This had marks of the pair but the exsanguination, was a completely new factor. Perhaps it was a fast track to Alucard about blood?