Cold blood (first Draft)

Dream State

After having just sat down to investigate the case in my living room at the dead of night, Sophie brought in drinks for both of us. I took one long slow sip before dropping the glass and hearing it shatter. "What did you put in this glass?"
"There were a few blood bags in your drawers, so I poured them into a glass. Why?" Both me and Sophie had taken a drink but from what I could tell she wasn't affected at all. There was a brief moment that, despite the fact I had no control over my actions, I was fully aware of them. The first words to come out of this stranger's mouth were, "This is my kind of company, the type with bloody hands." She barely even flinched at the sight of this man she looked more at home with him than me. That was the last thing I remember before the blackout.

"You've met with a terrible fate haven't you?"

The vision was like every other time. The only difference was my position, I was inside the ally. I approached the victim but his face was under a mask of cast iron. It began. The people met in the centre of the ally and exchanged greetings before starting the business talk. "Did you like the gift I left you?" There was a certain uneasiness in the air as he was shown a bottle of red wine. It was French so I couldn't read the label, but I'm sure it was something fancy and expensive. Smelling the wine when she opened it filled me with a feeling of youth. "Did you bring something? I did tell you to." She already knew the answer she was just asking him to get confirmation. The look of absolute hate that stuck to her face was sharp. She looked around, confused like she knew what she had to do, but didn't want to do it. Despite this, she continued with only a second thought. she slit his throat. I thought it was over until I saw her approach me. "This could have ended differently you know." She seemed upset tears were forming in her eyes, held back only by willpower. I fell asleep.

When I woke up I was in the middle of the road, but something didn't feel right. I rushed home avoiding any suspicion about the lack of people. When I arrived the door was unlocked and the fire was on. There Harry and Mary were sitting, facing each other in the living room. I was greeted with open arms by both the killer and her victim. The two of them, however, seemed distractingly calm. "It's been awhile, hasn't it friend?" Mary agreed, saying, "Yes it has, I suppose you want some time alone with him, I'll get the drinks." She was wearing something I've never seen; a long, flowing vermilion dress with cloth covered elastic straps and long purple nails. I sat next to Harry. I sighed, "You were right."
He seemed happy but he said, "Let's not focus on that, remember I'm still dead." He smiled showing his teeth they were stained red. He was more willing to accept it than I was. "Straight for the heart I see." After that, we rested in our seats and waited for Mary to return. Harry was wearing the suit I saw in his basement, bow tie included. Mary returned. "You look charming." That was the last thing she said before handing me a drink. "Have you had fun? It's time for you to wake up." The drink was designed to end this dream I knew it had to be done, but I hated it none the less. The drink she had was yellow, a few green spots on the surface, and tasted like Apples with a rough lumpy texture. I awoke.

When I woke up, there were two people standing around me, Sophie and Wilfred. Wilfred was making notes while Sophie was eating a sandwich. Standing up I examined my surroundings, everything was where it should be as a far as I was aware. I asked Wilfred, "What are you writing?"
"I'm taking notes to help find a more effective substitute for blood. I've asked Sophie about why it didn't affect her and took some notes on using that information." He stood up and walked into the kitchen, "I've never met him before, he seems nice."
"He's worked for me and, until recently, my wife for the past seven years. Shame you never visited, you would have liked him even more back then." Back then he was a more lively person with hopes and dreams, but seven years can change a person. "When you were out, for lack of a better word, we prepared a suit for your interview it's in a few minutes, go and get ready."