The Angel Maker had struck again, leaving behind a scene that was almost beautiful in its gruesomeness. Isabeau swept her long black hair over her shoulders as she examined the scene, taking in every detail. The amount of blood left on the walls, the floors, even the ceiling, was almost unnatural. Normally, it might turn her on a little bit, but knowing where the blood had come from... it made her sick just thinking about it.<br/><br/>Laid almost ceremoniously on the marble floor were two bodies. A man and a woman, both in their early to mid twenties, both obviously human. The woman was similar to the other female victims the Angel Maker had left behind in the killing spree he had started only a few weeks earlier in Chicago. She was pretty, Isabeau admitted, with her short blonde hair and her lean build. The Angel Maker had removed her clothes and left her spread out on the floor, spread eagle, with a pair of snowy white angel wings beneath her. Her wrists had been slit, and there were smaller, almost minuscule cuts in her thighs. She had died slowly, and in much fear. Another life, taken too soon by a madmen with a penchant for pretty blondes. The man was different though. The Angel Maker had never taken a male victim before, and that alone was concerning to Isabeau. Was the Angel Maker evolving? The man had been killed in a hurry, she noted. His throat was slit and he hadn't been drained the way the woman had. He'd died quickly, with horror on his face. Likely made to watch his lover or wife die.<br/><br/>"It's about time you showed up, you lazy bum." She said, turning to face her partner as he approached.