The Heart of A Killer [A Sequel] [Repost]

Part 3

.:Bailey:.

Entering the station through the front door, we're plunged into what seems to be an alternate world. Shadowy corners and tiles with rather suspicious looking stains...dim lighting, bad coffee...oh the wonders of Ruby City.

"Your Majesty." Commissioner Xavier Jensen nods his head in acknowledgement.

I sit down opposite him, "Hello Xavier. Now, I hear you're having some issues with...a murderer?" I enquire.

He slides a folder to me and I open it, sifting through the pages and pages of information and evidence until I reach the photos. Picking them up, I inspect them. Every bloody corpse, pale skin, black haired vampires, dead because of me. Someone obviously has it out for me.

Racking my brains, I attempt to think of someone I could have bothered so badly they'd start a chain of murders over me.

"Any thoughts?" Matt enquires as he takes another mouthful of his burger.

Nodding slowly, they all look at me expectantly, "Well?" Xavier asks impatiently.

"I need some information. Do you have the number of a man named Carlos Vincent?"

Xavier frowns, "Carlos?"

Nodding, I glance over at Matt, "Yes...I need his help. It's time I move on and doing this will help me think better about these deaths." I explain.

Matt's eyes widen, but he doesn't speak. He merely stuffs his mouth with the rest of his burger and takes a sip of the coffee flavoured sludge, "Let's go."

.:Kitty:.

Wrapping the jacket around me tighter to protect me from the chilly breeze, I step out of the building and into early morning. It's about 4am, the sun isn't visible from behind all the skyscrapers and very few people are out.

Glancing up above me at the Cartwright Industries building, I smile slightly to see the human cross hanging in front of the windows. My greatest masterpiece so far.

Still grinning, I wander around the corner and snatch a newspaper on my way ignoring the yells of protest from the man who owns the stall.

"Hey come back! You haven't paid for that!"

Skimming through, I throw it in the trash, "Paid for what? I don't see a newspaper anywhere." I laugh as I skip away from him.

I pause though once I'm around another corner.

A man wearing a nice suit is standing against the bank watching me.

Our gazes meet and he motions for me to come closer.

~I don't really think that's wise Allie.~

"Oh hush up. Allie's gone out and she's not coming back. I'M in charge now." I mutter as I stroll over to him.

His hand shoots out, "Carlos Vincent at your service."

I take it and shake it politely, "Kitty Velvet." I introduce myself.

He frowns, "Kitty Velvet?"

Nodding, I tilt my head to the side, "I suspect there was an important reason for you to interrupt my skipping? If so, please get on with it because I'd really rather like to continue with my very important business."

"What business do you mean?" he enquires.

Shrugging, I point behind me, "Skipping."

"Alright. Well Miss...Velvet. I need you to come down to the station with me."