That Makes Three

Chapter Twenty Five

"From the picture I'm thinking her body was left on a cut down tree trunk or a trunk that grew into two trees. I can't really remember." I said as I stared at all the trees around me that looked more or less exactly the same. It didn't help the leaves covered the ground. There were not footprints to follow no tire marks or 'Do Not Cross' tape to ignore... why did Peter, who had a werewolf nose decide that we wouldn't need him to find the crime scene?

"It's this way." He said, nodding his head forward. I frowned.

"How do you know?"

"I can smell it. You can't smell it?" My footsteps slowed as I watched him carefully. He seemed fine, but every so often his jaw muscles would flinch or his fists would clench. He could smell the blood? I sniffed the air.

"You mean the metallic tang?" I teased, testing the waters. He shook his head, stopping and breathing deeply before turning right.

"No. It's sweet." I felt the blood rush from my head then, leaving me feeling dizzy.

"How does that work?" I asked as my stomach bubbled with glee.

"Sometimes... if there's been a lot of blood I can smell it and sometimes..." he paused, glancing back at me "I crave it." I started to pant, the feeling deep in my gut turning from glee to desire.

"Roman." I cooed, my hand on my stomach.

"What is it? A banshee thing?" He asked, his hands on my shoulders I just nodded, trying to ignore the pressure of his fingers on my arm.

"It was here - defiantly here." I said, trying hard not too grab him by the coat and pull him between my legs.

"What now? We look for white fur?" He asked, his eyes scanning the ground by our feet.

"Please hurry." Was all I said before my attention was taken by the sight of a very pale naked woman. She lay draped over a stump that used to be a tree trunk, her bottom half missing. The sight of her made me want to scream, I could feel the urge wrapping itself around my neck. As soon as I blinked she was gone. Taking hold of my neck I just pointed to where I had seen her. Looking from me to the tree Roman got down on his knees and began to shove the crunchy leaves out of the way.

"Who's up here?" I heard a man yell. Looking to my left I saw two police men coming out of their car and walking towards us. Feeling my body shake I cursed under my breath. Not now. Now is the time they decide to do their jobs? Roman got up, dusting his hands off.

"Just relax." He whispered as they got closer.

"We are at the scene of a crime that hasn't had its location broadcasted yet Roman - we look really guilty." I whispered hastily as he walked slowly toward the two police officers. I furiously wiped my clammy hands against my jeans before following him, a coy smile on my lips.

"It's that Godfrey kid with another chick." The round one said to the other. So Roman had been spotted with other girls. Huh.

"What the hell are you doing here?" My lips pursed and I pulled at my jacket, swallowing hard. Roman cocked his head to the side.

"Are we disturbing anyone, officer? I didn't realise it was against the law to take a walk with my girlfriend." He said in a low tone. I looked at him then. Girlfriend? My heart rate increasing I realised he was making intense eye contact with the bigger cop.

"Girlfriend. You? If I didn't think you were lying before..." Officer Johnson, I now realised his name tag said, was just continued to stare at Roman, his mouth opening and resting on his neck fat as he continued to stare unblinkingly.

"You're on a dead girls murder site so yeah, its a little suspicious." Officer Birdie said, his torch in my face. I raised a hand to shield my eyes.

"We were just talking." I said, surprising myself. But if Roman was... controlling the other cop, I guess I had to do my part as well.

"Talking?"

"Yes. Conversing, you know when one person talks and then the other adds there own opinions and thoughts. They don't teach you that in cop school?" Roman finished with a breathy laugh.

"Okay come on, let's go." Officer Birdie said, going to grab my arm. Quickly summoning the foggy crowd of voices I usually heard I searched through them until I knew how he was showing to die. Feeling a pressure on my chest from his future bullet wound -

"I won't do that if I were you." Roman snapped, breaking my concentration and making the voices disperse. "My old lady's gonna be a pain in the balls. So it's best if you just go." His tone was low and droning as he trapped officer Birdie with his wide eyed and seductive tone, stopping him in his tracks.

"You know, he's right. His old lady's going to be a pain in the balls. We should just go. It would be best." Officer Birdie said in the same low tone. Johnson shook his head, looking very confused as he pulled his friend back to the cop car.

"Fuckin' freaks!" Johnson yelled as he slid into the passenger seat and was driven away.

"That was..." my mouth hung open as I tried to find the right word.

"Impressive?" He offered, turning to me with a proud smile.

"I was gonna say intense but, that works too." When Roman sniffed I watched closely as a thick stream of blood rolled from his nose and onto his top lip.

"Shit." He exclaimed, wiping it up with the back of his hand.

"Do you always get a nose bleed when you do that?"

"Yeah, but it's nothing compared to the migraine. It's okay though, we can go now." He said, unclenching his fist to reveal a clump of Snow White fur.