Requiem of Blood

~ Sirens song ~ VIII ~

About an hour had passed, and finally, the brunette from the beginning of the night walked down the stairs with a man in her company. A tall gentleman, long dark hair reaching his collar bone in length, styled half up, half down, with two long fringe pieces at the front.

His toned and feminine like statue was draped in sheer black material, a long beautiful skirt with a train following behind him, chest adorned with nipple piercings and a chain that connected the two to his belly button piercing, and a delicate silver necklace adorned his neck. Slight eyeliner complimented beautifully shaped eyes, cat-like in nature, yet a piercing blue. Being the brightest of his features asides from perfect porcelain skin.

Neuvillette sat back in his chair and crossed his legs, watching the man as he approached with the woman, standing before the pair. Wriothesleys eyes darted up and down, admiring the gorgeous mans figure.

"Leona told me that you two requested to see me, privately, I can't say I'm not pleasantly surprised, both of you are rather eyecatching." Gabriel said, putting his hands on his hips and leaning on them.

Neuvillette stood up and bowed politely. "Good evening, Gabriel. Yes, Leona is correct. We did request to see you privately. However, it's not for what you believe. We come from a detective agency and are currently investigating the murder of Anne Lefevre. Her parents have told us you were a close friend of hers, so we only ask that you grant us an audience, so we might ask a few questions of you." The white-haired man said.

"I understand if you refuse. However any information you could give us would be of great help."

Gabriel looked down, his flirty demeanour diminishing almost instantly. He looked rather upset the moment the topic was brought up.
Wriothesley, who was sitting back, legs apart, sat up and looked up to up at the man.

"Look, we have a huge lead and are willing to tell you everything we've found and pay you for your time. We just need to know what happened the night she went missing." Wriothesley said. "I understand you are in the middle of your shift, so we will make this worth your while."

Gabriel took a deep breath, looking at the floor, before he looked to the gentleman before him.
"I'm just thrilled that someone is finally doing something. I am more than willing to tell you everything I know." Gabriel said, the tremor in his voice was evident, Neuvillette wasn't certain as to if the tears in his eyes were from relief or sadness.

Wriothesley nodded and took to his feet, holding out a hand for the other to shake. "Call me Wriothesley, and this is my colleague Neuvillette. We come from a detective agency up top where we investigate cases the Gardes ignore." He said. Gabriel took Wriothesleys hand and gently shook it before his hand retreated and fell back to his side.

"A pleasure to meet you both, I have my room upstairs. If you would care to follow me after getting yourselves some drinks, I'll show the way and then go see if I can find Madam Elise. I'm positive she will want to speak to the both you." The man said with a soft smile.

Neuvillette gave a curt nod before turning to face his colleague, who was downing the last of his whiskey. "Alright, sounds wonderful, Would you like a drink yourself, Gabriel?" The white-haired man asked before looking back in Gabriels direction.

Gabriel nodded in response, "A glass of wine would be lovely if it isn't too much trouble. Seeing as the bar tenders have seen you in my company, they won't charge you a cent. Just tell them its for me, and they will understand." The man smiled.

Neuvillette nodded and took to his feet, Wriothesley too following as he made his way to the bar.

As the pair awaited service, Neuvillette leant on the stained wood bar and looked to Wriothesley, who had his leg up on the foot stand, and was standing with arms folded, resting on the bar.