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Chapter 1
Title: Jaded Theories
Author: Vanilla Nitemare
Summary: A romantic death story entwined in your soul
Version: Alpha
The scrawled writing ran from one side of the paper to the other; lines layered on top of eachother as if the person was trying to throw ink on the paper rather than write a message. Perhaps the goal was to avoid the reader from understanding, but regardless it sat innocently enough on a desk next to the door as if it was carelessly thrown there as the author had ran out the door in a hurry. Perhaps it had, but when the older woman of the house picked it up it seemed like regarless of the rush or the illegible print she understood what it meant.
The woman fell to the ground crumbled in tears and the paper found it's own way to the ground in a crunched heap on the floor. The gray hairs of the woman showed her age, and the ugly floral patterned bathrobe showed her bad taste. She seemed to have wrinkles, not from age, but from worry; a mother. She reached for the phone to dial; 9-1-1.
"By the looks of it she had a heart attack, but I speculate that she couldn't have. She was here when she died, and there are no footsteps here, not even hers. She was killed about an hour before police arrived on the scene and there has been no rain, how could she have died. There are no trees close enough to jump or fall out of, and even if she had fallen there is no appearance of any impact."
The woman listened to all the details, but made no comment. "Magic?" She asked. That was obviously why she had been called onto the scene. For about 11 years, since she was 16, the had been the person to go to for the cases people couldn't solve, her family having a long history of occult matters. She was the person to consult when weird things happened, but otherwise she lived a normal police life, this wasn't her case, homicide was not what she did best. The only reason she would be put on the case is because it was something that couldn't be solved with normal practices.
"Okay, then..." The officer who was talking to her said. He wasn't very old, and obviously younger then her. He was also new to the job and didn't quite understand what was going on.
"No attitude, I've been here longer than you. When I say something, you listen or get removed from the case." The woman was obviously one that didn't take crap from people. Her eyes were still looking over the scene. "Get me plastic baggies and tweezers." She said. The boy pulled from out of his pocket, obviously part of the homicide squad. With the tweezers she picked up a four leaf clover and placed it in the bag, then another.
"Why are you picking those plants, what do they have to do with anything?" He asked, this time he didn't have attitude, just wonder.
"A four leaf clover by itself, if it is large is a sign of a leprechaun, but mind a leprechaun doesn't do killings. A multitude of four leaf clovers mean that it's something else, but part of the faerie realm." For a moment she picked more four leaf clovers before straightening up and looking around. She spotted something else and put it into another plastic baggie, it was a long red strand, apparently a hair of some kind.
"And that?" The boy asked cautiously.
"A hair." She replied an edge to her voice.
"Get a clean up squad in here, bring the body to the autopsy room at the station. I will do the autopsy myself, let no one touch the body until I have examined it." She nodded to him to do it and he found his way back to the squad, then she let herself do what she hadn't let herself do until now. She looked at the face; a look of terror that was frozen, but looked strange because of the closed eyes, forced that way by police officers.
A/N: Okay, I know this is new, but review, review, review, I don't want to hear excuses.