My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

Ezra woke up with a start. He blinked as he looked down at Olivia who slept beside him, her arms around him.

He sighed and carefully got up, trying not to wake her. It didn't matter though. They were vampires.

Olivia cracked open an eye and after confirming that everything was alright, went back to her sleep. Ezra yawned before walking to the bathroom to take his bath.

He'd spent the morning sorting through the last of his reports and paperwork before going home to take care of his wives. Olivia and him had spent a few hours going at it and after the… activities, he'd felt refreshed enough to get an hour of sleep.

Now, it was time to work.

It didn't take him long to take his bath and wear his uniform. He stood in front of the mirror, straightening it before teleporting into his office.

He walked out of the door, passing through the quiet corridors of the underground headquarters meeting only one of his peacekeepers who greeted him with a salute.

He was heading to the morgue. He needed to hear the Custodians' findings on Count Hyde's death.

As the sound of his footsteps echoed off the walls, his datapad chimed with an incoming message. It was from Gen. His eyes flickered as he opened it, his steps slowing slightly.

"Reporters have been handled." Gen's message read. "We've made them publish a standard article about Hyde's death and remove all interests in the case. Not just them but also their chain of command. There should no longer be other articles."

Ezra nodded to himself in satisfaction, turning off his datapad. The last thing they needed was the journalists poking around. The Law of Secrecy remained intact, at least for now.

The humans' curiosity about Hyde's death had been snuffed out before it could become a problem. Gen had handled it well, as always.

Others would have taken longer but she was always efficient. Her previous experience as a peacekeeper always showed in time like this.

He reached the heavy metal doors of the morgue, pushing them open with a faint creak. Inside, the air was as cold as ever, carrying the sterile scent of formaldehyde and death. The Custodians were already there, waiting.

The four women stood in a semi-circle near one of the metal slabs, their faces hidden behind their blank iron masks. Unlike the Custodians of First City, their masks had no visible eye holes.

And yet, they moved with the quiet grace of one who could see everything, their robes swishing softly with each step.

The leader of the group stepped forward as Ezra approached, her mask tilting slightly in his direction.

"Captain Matten." She greeted in her usual calm, measured tone. "You're just in time. We have completed the autopsy on Count Hyde."

Ezra nodded, stepping closer. "What did you find?"

The Custodian leader's voice remained steady, but there was a faint hint of curiosity in it, as if even she found the results perplexing.

"We believe that Hyde was either poisoned, or subjected to a tattoo power. We cannot be certain because there are no traces of poison or toxins in his system."

Ezra raised an eyebrow. "No traces? How is that possible?"

"It is rare," the Custodian admitted, "but not impossible. Whatever killed Hyde disappeared immediately after finishing its task."

"There was no residue, no lingering effects, only the result. His body was drained of all vitality, and his blood turned a bright, human red as it killed him."

The Custodian gestured toward the body of Hyde, which lay still on the metal slab. His skin was almost translucent, and the blood that had seeped from his orifices was still bright, even after time had passed.

"The process was fast." The Custodian continued. "It worked within seconds, pulling the life from every cell in his body. He had no chance of survival."

Ezra begins thinking through what he's heard. They had suspected poison, but a tattoo power? That complicated things.

All tattoos, even the chameleon tattoos, were unique to their wielder, either by use or interpretation. If a tattoo had been used, it would have to be a new tattoo and he couldn't just go about asking every vampire about their tattoos.

No one would willingly reveal that kind of information in this kind of city.

"When did he die?" Ezra asked, his voice low.

"Based on the state of his body, we estimate his time of death to be around midnight, give or take an hour."

Ezra stood silently for a moment, staring down at Hyde's body. Midnight. That's like noon to vampires.

"Thank you for your thorough work." Ezra finally said, looking back at the Custodians. "As always, your help is invaluable."

The leader of the Custodians inclined her head. "Our duty is to help the Society, Captain. Should you require anything further, you know where to find us."

With that, the four Custodians turned in unison and made their way out of the morgue, their robes trailing silently behind them. Ezra watched them go, wondering if that was their concept. To be creepy ghost women.

As the door clicked shut behind them, he let out a slow breath and began to process what he had learned. The facts didn't add up.

The poison, or tattoo ability, had worked quickly, and it was clear that whoever had done this had known exactly what they were doing. Hyde had been executed.

But who could have done it?

The most obvious suspect was Green. He had a motive. After all, Hyde had set him up, and Green had every reason to want him dead.

But Green had been with him at the time of the murder. He'd been in the trunk of Ezra's car when Hyde was killed.

That didn't mean Green couldn't have had an accomplice.

Ezra's eyes narrowed as he considered the possibility.

If Green had someone working with him, someone close enough and capable of doing this, then the situation was far more complicated than it initially appeared.

There was only one way to find out.

With a final glance at Hyde's body, Ezra turned on his heel and left the morgue, heading toward the cells.

It was time to meet Green.