Diamomd Hotel

Miara walked back to sent down in her original seat by Trent, She looked at him, "Some Couple we're having trouble paying so I helped them out" Miara said calmly and quietly pointing to a boy and a girl looking happy as ever.

"Mmm great..." Trent said to vince while he sat down the glass and took the card "Hm. cool" he said smiling.

Upon Miara's return, He spun around to look at her. "Ah, It is expensive but the drinks are magnifique" He said trying to hold back his loud buisness voice. "Listen, i have to go. It was wonderful meeting you monissure, perhaps we will see eachother again soon!" Trent said waving as he rushed up the steps to his room. "Room 65, got it"

Miara raised a eyebrow feeling something was up she bit her finger as she did she vanished she was just another speck of dust in the wind, she followed Trent and twitched her ears even so no one could see or hear her. "Lets see what hes up to" she said.

Trent ran up to his room and slam his door shut locking it. "Ahhh..." trent plugged in his ipod and put on In time by Demon Hunter.

Trent unbuttoned his jacket and hung it up. Then his hat, but as his hat glided into the cubord Two grey ears became visible. He took of his undershirt and two wings sprouted out. "Sore..." He flapped them a little then walked into his bedroom.

Beatrice waited as the front desk stumbled about looking for her reservation before informing her that her room would be occupied until later that day. After a sigh of frustration and a compensational tab given to her for the in-house bar she made her way with her bodyguards to patronize with the other hotel goers wondering what kind of entertainment was offered here only being familiar with the bards and jesters of Feylance and only having read of entertainers outside of her kingdom. She looked about only seeing some armored brigand at the bar and a few others scattered about she ordered a bottle of something stronger than would be expected and took a table with her two guards.

It was quite in the lobby. There were only a few people and they were all busy doing their own things. I looked at the key in my hand. Room 237. Oh god... this is so... shining! I have read the book when I was younger and I loved it. The waiter came back with some tap water and I nipped at it, still thinking about what to do and why, in the first place I would be staying here.
Well... My apartment is a mess and to be honest, I have nothing else to do at the moment than just... look at the people here and analyse them. They are so weird... but I can't just put my finger on it...

"Amazing.." Miara said, she was stunned it was pretty awesome to her point of view since she never seen wings before only on some type of birds and in books. She was fully visible and looked at Trent crossing her arms and poking up her ears. "Well...This is quite the surprise to think how dumb I was to think you were human"

Vincent was fed up with the service at the bar, so he decided to walk down to the pool, to see what was going on there. As he got there, he instantly jumped in, clothes and all. He touched the bottom, and stayed there. For awhile. Nobody seemed to notice him. In this moment Vincent was serene, but because he was waiting for the perfect time. The space between his fingers began to become more webbed, rapidly. His pupils dilated, and his skin turned a very slight blue tint. Then, teeth became much sharper, as if they were the teeth of a lizard. He waited longer. A few minutes passed by, and somebody jumped into the pool. As soon as the swimmer was about to rise up from the water, Vincent jumped up at them. Dragging them down, his nails digging into their flesh. They began to drown. Vincent then bit into the victim's arm, draining the blood entirely from the victim, making them a lifeless, empty shell. No blood was found in the pool. He rose to the surface, his skin and body looking in the exact same way it was before he went into the waters. Vincent left the pool. Eight minutes later, the body was found at the bottom of the pool.

But even looking at people gets quite boring when all they ever do is just sit around and talk. A guy leaves his seat and walks out of the door. My glass is half empty and I take out my phone to check for new messages. Wow, I must be missed... I haven't seen or hear anybody for the last 72 hrs. I open up my Chrome app and scroll for the latest news but nothing interesting comes up so I decide to just get back to yawning and looking at people. The only reason I'm here is because there is just nothing else out there. The necklace was a good incentive but the longer I sit in this hotel, the more it reminds me of travelling and seeing the world and just maybe that is what I have to do. Speaking of travelling and roaming around, I decide to check out the rest of the hotel. I wind up through its halls and find nice gym with brand new machines and a laundry room where a freaked out asian lady was surprised by my visit. After my small and uneventful tour I tried the big stained glass doors. The reflection of water was playing with the colors of the glass and the moonlight shone right into the marvelous pool. There was something at the bottom. Something big. Probably someone trying to test his endurance. I walked around a bit and looked behind the not so classy tiki bar in the corner if there was some booze laying around. Not much luck on that one. The guy in the pool was staying under for quite some time now. Guess he never smoked a cigarette in his life. This was way too long... Alarmed I pulled off my trousers and shirt and dove into the water. He was not moving at all, his brown half long hair swaying with the movement of the water as I swam closer. I pulled him up by his arm. He was so light but it could have been the water. I pulled the man onto the side and tried to wake him. There was no answer. He felt cold and his face was white and so were his lips. I was panicking now and tried to get a pulse from his neck. Because I was shaking so much I tried his wrists next. Nothing. It began to dawn that this person, this guy, may actually be dead. I rose to my feet and started backing away and as I opened my mouth in sheer terror, the only thing I could do was scream... scream my smokey lungs out of my body! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Miara heard a scream and her eyes widened she raced out of Trents room and went towards the sound which was from the pool, once she reached the pool she saw the same girl from the bar screaming her lungs out she smelt death, she yanked on the girls arm pulling her out and diving into the pull grabbing the males collar shirt and pulling him out this man was dead, but where was the blood? Did he drown? Was he murdered? Suicide?! Miara dragged the body back up from out of the pool and shakes her hair, her clothes were now officially wet, "Keep your god damn voice down! The last thing we need is the person who did this to slit our fucking throats! Now do you want that?" Miara said kinda pissed and but yet calm at the same time, she looked at her heart locket and it was the only thing dry, it was made out of real gold, the diamond sparkled and it was almost worth billions of dollars because it was all real, she sighed in relief and looked at the man in front of her.

Vincent lay back in a beach chair, reading a magazine on food. He noticed that some girls have discovered the remains of his dinner. One of those girls being the same on who was talking to Trent. This extremely alarming to him. He wasn't worried about the girls calling the hotel manager or the police, even. He was afraid of blowing his cover. Vincent got up from his seat as he approached them.

"Hey, what's the problem?" His clothes and skin didn't seem wet in the slightest.

Miara turned to Vincent and then the person died, she sniffed the body turning Into a fox not caring if they saw, fish... she thought looking back at Vincent, she flattened her ears wanting to growl at him, he seemed calm, "I swear the more people I meet the more people are just confusing" Miara she turned back into a human and her clothes were dry, "Dont worry I can bring him back to life if I can generate blood, I can use a spell and he could tell us who killed him...case solved" Miara said getting up picking up the mans body struggling a little.

"Listen, I only need to feed. Keep this our little secret, okay? Oh, and I'm not a fish. I'm half vampire, half merfolk." Vincent said.
He looks around, scared, even though hardly anybody was there. "Alright?" He asks.

"...........Stop feeding on people and I can get you your blood, but I'm still gonna bring this guy to life he deserves it" Miara said marching away from the pool, "I wont tell no one, in fact I'll work on the blood samples tonight, just tell me what your favorite blood type is and I'll use that to duplicate it" Miara finished.

"Type A positive." Vincent said as he began to walk away. "Oh, and I can't guarantee anything, Miara."

Vincent walked back into the hotel and into the elevator. Inside, was a bowl of mints. Vincent stared them down. And he finally gave into taking one. He reached his floor and looked for his room.
"Alright, where is room number 685? Do I hear a 685? No?" He says to himself. Eventually, he finds his door and settles down.

Miara didn't care and brought the man to her room, after 4 hours and filling him with blood and casting spells, she brought him back to life, she had brainwashed him and said that he had drowned and she saved his life, and he believed her, Miara waited a few minutes to make sure she was alone to get started on the next task. She took some of her blood more like a pint and duplicated it 6 times, she then went to sleep feeling lighter and more sickish.

Trent was observing the fiasco from his window. So many thoughts, not only had Miara discovered him, but there was a murder.

Trent remembered seeing cases like such during his old mission days. A bloodless victim with a slight hint of fish.

After watching Miara haul the body off, He decided to put aside his discovery and answer the call of duty. With that he put his Kevlar vest on under his normal clothes and headed off to Miara's room.

Upon arrival he knocked on the door three times and awaited an answer...

Miara opened her door after she struggled to get out of bed, she opened the door squinting her eyes to see Trent, "Heyy~" she said tiredly waving her arms, she flattened her ears and let her tail hang, "W-What are you doing here?" she asked rubbing her eyes to get a better look at him.

"I would have brought flowers...heh.." Trent said slightly smiling. He quickly shook off the fact that he had just made a fool of himself. "Theres been a murder and you-" Trent noticed she was pale and smelled of blood. "Are you alright?" Trent said while raising an eyebrow and tilting his head a little...

"......Um Yeah" Miara gulped and sighed, "I'm alright...." Miara said again before pausing, "Why do you ask?" she grew a little nervous and smelt the blood on her which she could also smell, and put her head down a little, "Wanna come in?" she asked pointing inside.

"Sure" Trent stepped inside the room. It wreaked of blood. It even made him blink a few times and made him cough twice. Was he attracted to a serial killer? noo. Foxes ARE carnivores...no she's to fragile to kill. Pushing the thoughts back and ignoring the containers of blood he noticed earlier, he asked "You sure? You look pale..."

"Um...Im just....." Miara sighed and sat down on her couch, "that Vincent dude, he's half vampire....He killed a man and I brought him back to life erased his memory on what happened...Im getting blood for him so I gave a pint of my real blood and duplicated it so he could have at least a supply for the week and stop feeding on innocent people, whatever I did took a lot out of me, .....not only that I haven't ate meat since I was, well never....i just hated the smell and taste and ate fruits and vegetables.......but I guess my body is sighing I need more god damn blood..." she put her head back brushing her hands through her hair, "I'm a sorcerer....and fox...thats how I'm able to do this kind of stuff..." Miara finished before coughing a little making her head go forward.

"V-vincent?" Trent tried to take in what he had been told. The NY SWAT Spend 15 years tracking this guy. He just solved the biggest Serial killing in 29 years. "You can have some of my blood. AB Positive, you might grow wings though...i'll be back, i gotta arrest that bastard Vincent" Trent said while reaching into his pocket.

"Oh no you don't..." Miara said locking the doors and using her magic to stop him, "...I dont care what you do but the lets thing we need her is police man...we are gonna live it only I talked to him, do not interfere..." Miara said giving Trent a death glare, "Leave it only, he does anything I'll be the first to have his head not you.." she said rubbing her face.