A Daemon's Babble

The Last House

A/N~ Where this came from, I don't know. It was meant to start out differently, and then it morphed into this. Ah well.

The two FBI agents paused at the door. The taller of the two, a man by the name of Jules, rapped on the door lightly, waiting for the arrival of the owner of the house. The shorter and slightly chubbier of the two men, Tanaka, shifted nervously form foot to foot. The two had been working on this case for a long time. Four months, to be exact, and finally all the pieces of evidence were coming together. A string of sixteen murders spanned the course of those four months, all occurring in New York City, without any fingerprints. A victim had died every Friday at 5:30 pm, by a bullet in between the eyes. They had all been policemen. Finally, two weeks ago, a gun had been found on the rooftop building across from the site of the murder. There had been no fingerprints, but the gun had been bought from a store around the outskirts of New York City. The owner of the store, after much persuasion, had finally broke down and told them that a shady, tall figure had been buying a new gun every week for the past four months. So the two men hosted a stakeout, and on Thursday night they had seen the figure enter and exit, and they had followed them to this street. They had spent the past two weeks reviewing each house on the street, and this was the last one. The suspect had to be in this house. The other houses mostly consisted of the elderly, along with a few single mothers, another policeman, two happy couples and one grouchy professor that had been out of the country during the first two months of the investigation. This was the last house.

There were no lights on in the house. The curtains were drawn. The doorbell was broken and moss covered the walkway. It certainly fit the creepy description. Jules was ready to knock again when the door creaked open, making an eerie squeaking noise. Two opaque gray eyes peered out from the darkness. Tanaka jumped as the door swung open all the way. There was a brief darkness, and then al the lights turned on.

The two agents had never seen a being so strange.

It was a girl. A teenager, maybe seventeen or eighteen. She had black hair and black demonesque eyes. Her hair was spiked up and her skin was deathly pale and clung to her bones. It was impossible to tell her height by the way she was slouched over.

They made their observations quickly.

Insomniac, by the rings under her eyes. Obviously not proper hygiene, by the obviously wrinkled black clothes. Intelligent, by the clipboard under her arm with notes written in multiple languages. Possibly wealthy, by the many rings covering her hands. A devout Christian, by the rosary that hung on her neck. Quite hungry as well, by the smudge of chocolate in the left corner of her lip. And she appeared rather bored. “May I question as to who you are?” she droned.

British.

“Uh, yes. I am Agent Jules and this is Agent Tanaka. We wish to search your home. We have a warrant, if you wish. We’re on a case,” Jules stammered out, unnerved by the black eyes.

The girl held up her hand. “I have nothing to hide. Please, come in,” she mumbled before shuffling backwards.

No shoes. Black painted toenails. A goth, maybe.

The two agents shuffled forward into the house. The floorboards creaked under their weight and Tanaka wondered how she moved with such little sound. The inside was almost like an old Victorian house. The walls were lined with old paintings and scented candles were lit all throughout the house on tables and dressers, smelling faintly like apples and chocolate. The furnishings almost had an antique feel to them as well, most of them being simple wood with ornate decorations on them, obviously hand-carved and with such fine detail that you’d be hard-pressed to find anything remotely similar. The floorings were coated with a thin layer of dust and the two agents wondered if the girl had any sense of hygiene. “Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?” Tanaka asked nervously, loosening his collar and taking a seat on the blue sofa.