Melodies of the Night Chapter 1

by Stardream in Where the girls are always mean-er (oh-oh)

A/N: Since this is a new gerne for me, I want to know how I'm doing, so please comment! Enjoy!

*Charlotte*

October 3, 1893

I was in the middle of some very boring paperwork that had to do with the damage I had caused to a building during the pursuit of a criminal when the phone rang.

"Hello Charlotte Steckler here." I said in boredly into the speaker. "Who is this?"

"Charlotte, this is Henry. We have a situation at the Gress mansion." My assistant informed me.

"Got it. I will be over there as soon as I can." I tried to hang up the phone to keep it up, but it kept falling down. After several attempts, I rushed over to my coat, put it on, and hurried out the door. Boring paperwork from the police would have to wait. 

******

"Oh dear Lord." I gasped, looking at Rebecca Gress. She was beautiful, even in death. Her blonde hair glimmered in the sun rays that managed to escape the fog, and her facial expression was one of pure calm, even though I was sure she was anything but calm as she fell from the roof. The only thing out of place was the puddle of blood behind her head.

"Yes, Charlotte. This is one of the more bloody murders." Henry replied.

"Suicide, Mr. Vincent. Black magic does not exsist." Mr. Vathroder, the chief of police corrected him. "And there is no evidence that someone pushed her off the roof." I turned to Rebecca's parents.

"What happened?" I questioned. "Was she sad at the time?" 

"We have no idea what she was thinking. Mrs. Collins saw her in bed at 11:30, but at the 12th stroke of the Big Ben hitting midnight, we heard her hit the ground." Mr Gress informed us. Mrs. Gress burst into tears. Then, Mr. Vathroder approached us.

"Ms. Steckler, that reminds me. It's been a fortnight since your fines for the damage to the logging factory were due." He said coldly, daring me to give him an explanation.

"Um, I, uh, well ..." I stuttered, trying to think of a valid excuse. Henry then looked at Big Ben.

"Oh dear me! Charlotte, we're 20 minutes late for our meeting." He said in fake shock.

"Yes, I forgot!" I replied. Then, we ran away from Mr. Vathroder and the other police men inspecting the scene. Once we were in an alleyway far away from the Gress mansion, Henry cornered me.

"Charlotte! Don't tell me you've neglected to pay those fines again!" He shouted.

"I was going to do them, but you called." I explained.

"Oh, right. It's my fault you're up to your neck in debts and have failed to pay them." He said sarcasticly.

"Yes, indeed." I smirked. Henry rolled his eyes.

"Let's hurry along now. To make sure you don't forget to do the paperwork, I'll help you with them." He said sternly.

"Oh, Henry, shall we not? In case you've forgotten, I'm 21, not 11." I complained.

"No, we shall, Charlotte, because you're acting immature. Now, let's grab a taxi." Henry cut me off before I could protest. And so, we rode in the taxi in silence.