Miranda groaned as she felt herself being shaken, before easing her eyes open and looking up to see her little Lucy. She smiled and reached out, gently cupping the woman's face. "Mmmm....morning love...I think I'm going to like waking up to your face...your hairs a bit messy though" she teased, only to groan as the woman told her she was heading out, and the clan needed her. "Mmmmm.....our clan love. Our clan. Do you need any help? It might not be so terrible for them to see us together...or would you prefer to take things slower?" she asked, personally not caring that just last night their clans were brawling it out on the docks. However, she knew her little general, full of plans and foresight, might take issue to something so drastic so suddenly. "Very well very well...but you'll be back tonight yes? I don't want you out of my arms for longer then I have to endure such coldness" she teased as she began standing, unconcerned about her nudity. "Call me when you're on your way back. I'll prepare a bath for us....like a good wife should" she teased, before she strolled out to the bathroom in order to take a bath for herself.
Hikaru meanwhile was groaning as she stirred to life in a far less pleasant manner then the two vampires were. Her head was pounding with a headache, a large gooseegg on the back of her head from where she'd been clobbered after she'd been caught snooping around. She was cold and stiff, sleeping on a concrete floor in a dark, lightless room. Her gear had been stripped off her, leaving her only in a white tank top, her uniform blouse, black pants minus her gun belt, and some simple socks. She'd come here, tracking down this Lucy. After stumbling across the two yesterday, her head hadn't been the same. She woke up in the old abandoned warehouse, where she'd been ambushed and the two women had escaped. She gave their descriptions but, nobody seemed to know who they were. There was no blood, or any evidence of a crime where she'd been knocked out the first time, and she was sent home on medical until her head cleared up. Yet the longer she had stayed home, the more her head hurt, and she started having....visions? She didn't know how else to describe them. One of those women, she had memories of them being close, curled up in each other's arms, laughing, happy. The other woman, she had visions of fear, running for her life. That one was dangerous.
However she knew for a fact, that she'd never seen either of them before in her entire life. Desperate for answers, and filled with the need to find the one she held pleasant memories off, she searched through every database she had, until she found one, and only one thing. A picture, and an address. There was no name, no history, no nothing. So desperate for answers, she went to the adress, finding a rather extravagant home with more then a little security. She'd flashed her badge and got access, but as soon as she started asking questions about the two women, she felt the mood change. Next thing she knew, she was here, with a massive headache.
Groaning as she eased herself up, she leaned back against the wall, wondering if anyone would bother looking for her. She hadn't exactly come here in an official capacity, so nobody knew she was here, and she wasn't due to return to work for another three days, standard concussion protocol. Would she survive long enough for anyone to realize she was missing? Her heart began pounding at the idea, before she slowly stood and began running her hand along the walls, searching for the door to try and find a way out.