Heaven

Crime Never Sleeps

As Nikki drove to the crime scene, she went over a couple theories with Brandon. "One, I think the male, Ronald, was just in his way, to get to someone he did want. It's odd there were three females and him being the only male. Two, he seems... angry when he attacks. Like there's something going wrong in his life. And three, it's nothing to do with sex, none of the females or the male was raped." She said, shaking her head. "It doesn't really make sense to me, we're aren't even sure it's a male whose doing this, I've seen females do much worse. The face is so beaten, I can't even tell if it was done with an object or his fist." She said, sighing softly.

She approached the flashing blue and red lights. A yellow crime scene tape was up, blocking out the alley where the body was found. Nikki grabbed her black bag and got out of the car, heading to the scene. She flashed her ID to the officer standing guard and ducked under the yellow tape. She headed straight for the body, just like the others, but another female. "Any identification?" She asked, pulling on blue gloves. "Nope, like the others, her wallet is still here, her cards with her name all gone, but cash still left behind." The officer in charge said. Nikki nodded, moving the limp head side to side. She gently lifted the head and looked behind, another blitz attack it looked like.

She sighed as she examined the rest of the woman's body, bruises and scrapes all over her body. The last place she looked at was her chest, and sure enough, a bullet hole straight through the chest, more than likely through her heart, again like the others. "Looks the same." She said, letting out a long sigh. She stood up and removed her gloves. "Who discovered her?" Nikki asked the officer. "A homeless man. He's at the precient for questioning." Nikki nodded. "Alright, well whenever you are done with her here, I'll take her back to the morgue." She said. She was so tired, but it needed to be done, it was her job, after all.

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A Thousand Years [Heaven & SirensCall]

Anya smiled as Damon took her hand and made the beautiful comment. "Not to bad yourself, Mr. Salvatore." She said, her voice a soft and sultry whisper. When all the girls were down and with their dates, they were all ready to head out. They were each taking their own vehicle, Anya settled in the passenger seat of Damon's car and buckled up. She wasn't immortal, if they wrecked and she flew out the window, she wouldn't survive. Anya felt like her heart was going to thud out of her chest by how loud and fast it was beating, she only hoped Damon's attention was focused elsewhere instead on listening to her.

She tenderly took his hand in her own, giving it a small squeeze. "I think tonight'll be fun." She said to him, sitting back in the seat until they arrived at their destination, which really took no time. Other couples were arriving, walking in arm in arm. Anya didn't wait for Damon to open the door for her, she wasn't really use to chivalry like that, so it was some getting use to. She waited for Damon, looping her arm in his. Such a stereotype. "Let's get going." She said, beaming up at him.

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Klaus could hardly believe his eyes. When she wasn't in complete black, Cassie looked, if it was even possible, even more stunning than usual. It took Klaus a few minutes to gather himself. Yes, him, Niklaus Mikaelson, was actually speechless. He chuckled at her comment. "I was expecting it, yes, but as you always do, Cassandra, you certainly exceed my expectations and keep me surprised." He said, gently kissing her cheek, leading her to his silver BMW. He opened the passenger door for her and closed it after her, getting in the drivers' side.

It took almost no time to get to city hall, where the Founder's Ball was being held. He repeated his previous actions, escorting Cassie out of the car, wrapping his arm through hers. "Are you ready to get this fun filled night over with?" He said, leaning down to gently kiss her lips. Her soft, delicate lips.

Crime Never Sleeps

Nichole agreed with him. "Possibly. But there are no marks on his wrists or ankles, I already checked. He has a wound on the back of his heat, so it had to have been a blitz attack, and that's when the beating to his face occurred, and then he was put out of his misery. He wore gloves, we would've found some traces of something, partial prints, anything on his face, but he came up with nothing..." Nikki trailed off as a thought popped up in her head. "Maybe..." She held her finger up to silence him as she put on a fresh pair of gloves, going back to the body.

She gently picked up one of his hands and looked under his fingernails. Of course! It could be far fetch, but it also could be something. She took a small scalpel and dug under his fingernails. A few bits of skin landed on a plain white napkin. She grabbed a miniature bag and carefully wiped the skin in the bag. "This could be nothing, it could be something. I'll send it and the bullet to the lab first thing in the morning." She said, putting both bags back up. She put the body back in the freezer, locking it up as well.

She brushed off his question about punching someone, of course she hadn't. She had always been the good girl in school, never been into a physical fist fight. Of course he had, being an officer he would have to physical take suspects down. "But, like I said, your unsub probably blitz attacked. There wasn't any marks from ropes, chains, ect on any of the other victims, either. But all had similar wounds on the back of the head, like from a bat or a pipe." She explained, removing the blue latex gloves and tossing them in a nearby bin.

Nikki, once again, shrugged off the lab coat, hanging it by the hanger by the exit door. She checked to make sure everything was properly placed, put up, or that no dead bodies were laying around. "I've got a few. I'll start by giving you Ronald's, your victim, and the other three victims." She said, strolling to a filing cabinet where she kept all her reports. "They seem random. Three whites, one black. Three females, Ronald the only male. All around the same age, mid to late twenties." She said, putting down four light brown folders. Ronald's was on top, followed by Tiffany Holder, 25; Georgia Roadway, 28; and Olivia Branch, 29. "All murdered the same way. Beaten almost to death and shot in the chest. Ronald the most recent. I was able to turn the bodies of Tiffany and Georgia to the families, but I've still got Olivia in the cooler. The family should be here by the end of the week, flying in from Washington. From what I heard, Olivia was visiting extended family here. All found in the alley. All nice homes, but no ransom." She said, shrugging as she sat across from Brandon.

"I don't think I caught your first name?" She said. Before she could hear his response, the telephone in the morgue went off. Nikki excused herself and sighed loudly after hanging up. The phone call took only a few moments. She turned towards Brandon. "There's been another body. Beaten, shot in the chest. They're at the crime scene now and requested you. You can ride with me." She said, grabbing her coat, once again, and the keys to the morgue van, waving her hand for Brandon to follow her.

Not Even Death Can Save Us Now

Everything that happened next went by in a fast blur. Blake took off and Rick followed, keeping up with her. He probably could've went ahead, but right now he had no idea where she was going. He caught up quickly and watched at the scene in front of him. A man he didn't recognize stood, gun aimed at Bailey's head and Daryl's crossbow aimed at the man. He knew if Daryl fired, the man could still squeeze off a shot in Bailey's direction.

Still, he sent dangerous chills up and down Bailey's spine. It had been a few months, but the night still haunted her dreams, his face and everything about him. She couldn't speak, couldn't respond, she couldn't even move, not even when she heard Blake's voice behind her. It was Blake's voice that took the man's attention off Bailey. Daryl stood protectively in front of the young girl.

What Blake said next shook Bailey to her core. No! She can't go with him! Not after what he did to her, and her sister. She just couldn't! He'd kill her! She heard the man chuckle and agree with Blake coming with him, something about it'd be the same thing, but what happened next surprised even Bailey. She had her gun up, safety off, aiming at the man's forehead, and fired. The bullet soared and went straight through his head, killing him instantly.

Bailey dropped the gun and stood there shaking. Had she just killed a man?

We Found Love

Oliver, smiling at the beautiful woman sitting across from him. He ate a little over half his burger and all his fries and decided he was full afterwards, slowly sipping on his cola as she spoke about herself. "I play for Puddlemere United. Started off as a player and moved to a coach after a few.. injuries I pertained during the famous Battle featuring.. well, you know who." He said. They had lost so many friends in that battle. Sighing, he decided to change the subject quickly before he got too sentimental, but thankfully she had done it for them.

He nodded when she asked if he'd go with her to run some errands. "I don't mind at all. I enjoy going to the stables myself, always thought of getting my own Hippogriff. He said, putting a crisp twenty dollar bill down for their food. "If you're done, we can go. I'm sure they won't miss us one bit, and if so, well oh well." He joked, getting up, offering his hand out to her. "After you me lady." He said, his Scottish roots showing through.

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Eva watched as Draco stood up and left the small group. Excusing herself, she put her small cup of tea down and followed him, making sure not to make a noise. He stopped in front of a yellow bush, and watched in awe as he summoned up a beautiful white vase, picking the flowers and putting some in the vase. "This is truly a beautiful garden.. I may possibly have judged you too quick." Eva said, letting her presence known as she came into the clearing. She examined the vase of yellow roses. "They were always my favorite, roses, I mean. Yellow, red, pink, whatever color they came come in, I like them all."

She smiled softly, sitting at the table they were nearby. How many of these did they have out here? "I'm sorry, Draco. You must have had a rough life, with your father and all." She said, her voice growing soft, almost sympathetic.

A Thousand Years [Heaven & SirensCall]

[I'm going to go ahead and skip ahead to that night to get things rolling.]

The day had been pleasant for Anya. It was relaxing and actually pretty nice. She had gotten to know Caroline more, she was certainly a chatty Kathy, but a very good friend and for Anya that was always a positive thing. Anya looked herself over in the full length mirror in one of the spare bedrooms. The dress looked perfect with her pale skin and dirty blonde hair.

The wrap around waist added more flare to her get-up. Her curly blonde hair was pinned to the side, a few curled wisps free. She had light make-up on, pale lip gloss on her full lips. Her silver nails and silver heels adding a nice touch. Nothing too flashy or nothing too casual. Anya let out a small sigh. She was actually looking forward to this movie moment. Her descending down the staircase, and waiting at the bottom the amazing Damon Salvatore. It would all be perfect. Taking a deep breath, Anya left the bedroom and walked down the staircase.

It was all quite, except for her heels on the marble as she made her way down.

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Klaus got ready rather quickly. He had on a traditional black and white tuxedo, his hair in it's usual way, hanging across his forehead, shiny black dress shoes on his feet. He fiddled at the cuffs on the tuxedo nervously. Why was he so nervous? It wasn't like he hadn't done anything like this before. No. Wrong. He hadn't ever done anything like this before with someone he cared for, but here he was. About to do it.

The girls should have been getting close to being ready, and the clicking of heels coming down the marble staircase proved him right. He goes nothing.

Fate can be a funny thing(HeavenxFreedom)

Character Sheet

Elizabeth Cunningham | Twenty-Two | Lady In Waiting

Elizabeth stood on the balcony outside her bedroom. Her lavender colored dress moved with the wind, her long brunette locks following. The King and Queen treated her rather well here, much better then where she was living at previously. That was Hell compared to here. Queen Mereia was much more like a close friend then Elizabeth's mentor, boss, whatever you wanted to call her. The bedroom Elizabeth had was adjoining to the King and Queen's, convenient if the Queen needed her quickly. Right now, they were tending to private royal business in the throne room, something to do with the royal of arms thing, Elizabeth just briefly overheard the discussion.

As much as Elizabeth enjoyed being here, being in the presence of Queen Mereia, she just felt like there was more to her lief than that. Which is why she entered herself in the competition. But now as Elizabeth Cunningham, but as Alberto Edwing, a completely made up name. Elizabeth had her bag packed, hiding under her bed. Biting her lip, she turned back hearing her name called. It was such a beautiful day outside, she decided she'd take a nice little walk through the village square, if given permission by her Queen.

She joined Mereia and her husband, King Nicholas, at the long table for dinner. A roasted chicken sat in the middle of the table, a bowl of sweet peas, mashed potatoes, glazed yams, and rolls surrounded it. She wondered vaguely who'd be joining them. A few more people entered, no one Elizabeth recognized. They ate, she in silence, the King and Queen chatting with the few people who joined them. Elizabeth knew this Thursday night would be it. She'd be off, preparing for the competition that weekend.

A few days later, she had made sure she had everything she needed. It was late at night, the King and Queen in bed. Elizabeth wrote a brief not for Mereia to read the following morning when she'd wake up. Elizabeth re-read through it a couple times until she was sure she was satisfied.

My Queen,
I am afraid I had to leave. I just feel like there's more to my life than this.
I went to see what else I have, I haven't lived yet. I want a good husband, a family, things I'm afraid I can't acquire here.
Being your Lady in Waiting as been a true honor, I greatly enjoyed it and being in your presence, but I can't do it anymore.
I wish you and the King luck in life. Thank you for all you've done.
- Elizabeth

She laid the note on her pillow, her bed still made up. Elizabeth dressed down, wearing a pair of light brown trousers and a loose white blouse, her brown hair tied back with a brown ribbon. She grabbed her bag and left through the window, being careful not to be seen by the guards. Soon, she was climbed over the fence and heading towards the village square. She had some money on her, so she'd get an inn for the night and train tomorrow. The competition was Saturday, so she'd have all day tomorrow to prepare. She had skills when it came to a sword, her father was a swordsman, teaching her as a little girl how to properly use it, now she'd be putting those skills to good use come Saturday,

Not Even Death Can Save Us Now

Rick wasn't sure what to believe himself. The sun was beginning to go down, and they needed everyone to get inside. He wanted to follow Blake, make complete sure she was alright, he didn't trust the tone of her voice, but he decided it best to leave her alone for a little while. She came out and Rick saw her speaking to Daryl for a minute before Daryl went off, no doubt to look for Bailey. "He'll bring her back." He said, approaching Blake. "You need to be honest with me, we don't keep secrets. No need to in the group. It wasn't just her they terrorized, was it?" Rick asked, keeping his eyes trained on Blake.

A small red mark could still be seen where Bailey had hit her, she looked so innocent and like she wouldn't hurt anyone, but this triggered something. "And what exactly happened to Bailey here? We aren't staying, we'll be leaving first thing in the morning." He said, hoping this would give the sister's some piece of mine. "I just want your honesty." Rick added on.

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Bailey had stormed off, where to, she didn't know, but she soon found out. There it was. The tree she almost died at. Bailey would recognize it anywhere. The markings, dandelions growing nearby, she remembered screaming until her throat was raw, tears stained her cheeks. She could have been eaten alive by those.. those things out there. She hardly heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Bailey sighed softly, looking at the tree. She knew she should be alert, those things could be anywhere, but she couldn't bring herself to move her feet. Bailey almost screamed when she turned around, but there was Daryl, his finger to her mouth, pointing out another set of footprints that wasn't either of theirs.

She nodded, her hand touching his wrist and pulling it down. She looked at the footsteps. They weren't alone. Bailey looked around. "Let's go back to camp." She mouthed to Daryl. She was about to walk ahead of him when a chilling and familiar voice stopped her in her track's.

"Long time, no see, and I see you brought yourself a friend." Turning, Bailey saw the barrel of a gun pointed towards her and the man who caused her so much pain and torment standing behind it.

Fate can be a funny thing(HeavenxFreedom)

Whoot! And haha about the female that's okay! If I didn't have one I liked so much I'd use that one as well. xD