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[slayer_fray]

Deaths don't worry Mel; they happen and it sucks, but it is just part of her existence. Asking questions while the thinkers get on with their thinking is also not a problem

One thing is a problem; the line in the post-mortem report that says Exsanguination from a wound to the neck. Peri/post-mortem. See me for details if necessary. - and the witness reports of a certain member of her own family out that night.

She's at the bar, with a breakfast of pancakes-and-bacon, quickly typing out a note which she eventually leaves with Bar:

Carlisle,

Want to talk to you re: autopsy. I'm the one with the hair & facial scar.

Mel Fray,
Security

Then it's back to sullenly working her way through the food. Someone's going to have to have a lot to say for himself.

[OOC: Not locked; Slowtime for work, though! The Carlisle thread comes first, chronologically.]

Comments

[dreamer_fray]

Hook, line and sinker.

Er, by which I mean, the family member in question wanders down from upstairs, and is currently leaning at the bar a little way down, recieving his own healthy breakfast of blood-in-a-mug.

Without looking up, he waves in Mel's direction.

[slayer_fray]

Without looking up, Mel's hand darts out and grabs the wrist of the waving hand.

Grabs it firm.

"Morning."

[dreamer_fray]

Harth smiles winsomely.

Also slightly bloodily.

"Why Mel," he says. "I missed you too."

[slayer_fray]

"You know where I am if you need me."

Not that he's invited into their apartment. Nor is he able to follow her to Haddyn. Not the point.

The wrist-grabbing was a show of strength. Mel might be his sister and a pushover, but she's still the Slayer. She lets go after five seconds and finishes her coffee.

"You're not stupid, Harth."

She could be still talking about the same thing. She could be talkig something else.

[dreamer_fray]

(Oh, but it was close.)

"Glad y'agree," Harth says brightly, and wipes his mouth. Blood-smears, while a worthwhile attempt at grossing out siblings, are sticky.

[slayer_fray]

So is maple syrup, which Mel wipes off her own mouth in an unconscious exact mirror of her twin.

"Nice set up you've got, too. You know I keep coming here, know you can see me everyday. 'Ve already killed you, so that's out of the way. And you annoy me in bar all the time. Pretty much got my attention and a life of your own."

[dreamer_fray]

Harth has to stop himself twitching. Some life.

"Right," he says sourly. "All I gotta do is settle down and have baby lurks o'my very own, and I'm set."

[slayer_fray]

"Could be worse," Mel remarks.

It could be. What happens when a lurk that's been staked already, living dead in Milliways, is staked again? Or beheaded, or exposed to sunlight, or any of the other wonderful things at Mel's disposal here? And there's always Baby.

Mel thinks she lets Harth get away with a lot, and he should rutting well be grateful.

Perhaps to illustrate this point, having finished her food, she hops up to sit on the bar, and her closed purple switchblade finds its way into her hands.

Perhaps to illustrate a point, perhaps just coincidentally. She passes it over her fingers absently, giving her restlessess something to occupy itself.

[dreamer_fray]

Harth, personally, thinks he's been the soul of virtue. You know, mostly.

Considering.

"Don't doubt it," he agrees.

[slayer_fray]

"So you'd be a idiot to provoke," Mel remarks, as the purple knife flashes from finger to finger, to the other hand and back again. Occasionally the blade flicks out from the handle, catching the light before returning to its place. "T'give me a reason to make it worse.

"And you're not an idiot, are ya?"

[dreamer_fray]

"Right," Harth says sweetly.

Ooo. Shiny.

Slurp.

[slayer_fray]

"Right," Mel agrees as the switchblade moves faster.

"Anything you want to add to what you told Alanna?"

[dreamer_fray]

"Nope."

:D

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle is checking in at the bar when he receives a note.

Hair and a facial scar? What's so distinguishing about 'hair and' --

Oh.

"Mel?" Carlisle interrupts quietly. "I'm Carlisle. You were looking for me?"

[slayer_fray]

"Yeah," Mel answers before she turns to face him, with a quickly appraising look she might give anyone, that quickly becomes business like.

"Wanted to ask you about the report. Something about neck wounds?"

[ofthefamily]

"Yes. I had left my hypothesis as to cause of the wound off of my report so as to..."

What? Not incriminate himself? More like not wanting to deal with misunderstandings.

"...be able to clarify in person."

[slayer_fray]

Mel nods.

"Alright, clarify."

She's not going to say it first. Not going to incriminate her brother.

[ofthefamily]

"I believe the wound I examined on the victim's neck was made by a vampire."

Quickly, "I do not believe said vampire is from my world, as there are distinct puncture marks rather than a full bite, but it is the only conclusion I could safely draw."

[slayer_fray]

At the first mention of the word 'vampire', Mel's shoulders sink slightly. Unsurprised, but let down. When he further clarifies, she looks up with interest.

And gives him another, more deeper appraising look. Maybe her vague sense of unease isn't all to do with her mood? It's so hard to tell with so much going on.

"Anyway you could identify this vamp?"

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle winces. "I'm not sure. I suppose if I had a dental impression I could attempt to make some kind of match, or if said vampire had a venom sample I could try and test for it. The body was severely mangled, however; I don't know how effective a dental impression would be.

"Do you have a suspect for this?"

[slayer_fray]

Mel's eyes narrow faintly.

She can't exactly lie and say 'no'. But she's still not pointing any fingers at her family.

"Lots of diff'rent vamps around. Helps to narrow it down. Not all of them have venom, either. You've tested for the ones you know?"

The ones from his world.

[ofthefamily]

He can't exactly lie and say 'yes'.

"I would have known if one of my family had done this," Carlisle stiffens reflexively. He raises one finger and circles his right eye. "We are somewhat more obvious if we were to consume human blood."

[slayer_fray]

"Cullen," Mel says, making the connection. "Right. It only your family comes in here?"

[ofthefamily]

"Myself, Edward and Alice with any regularity, my wife Esme, Jasper and Emmett less often. Rosalie nearly never," Carlisle nods, affirming.

"I have not seen any other vampires from my world here. I have a feeling if they were to come here they would make note of my family rather quickly."

[slayer_fray]

Mel accepts that silently.

"Was it a big mark, or..."

Dropping her fork, her hand encircles her own jaw, then moving it away, she contracts her fingers, showing someone with a smaller jaw size, almost child size.