Morgan's electric blue eyes shot upward from the envelope in her hands toward the butler who spoke to himself out loud. Was he aware he was speaking out loud? With a shrug, she chose to dismiss it from her mind for now as her focus began to lower to the envelope's contents that she splayed out across the office desk for the pair's perusal of grisly but artful well-lit polaroid photographs of body parts. What started as a petty act of revenge had changed into something that vampires found mentally stimulating. Which often meant the stirring of those blissful tendrils of obsession that began to latch upon every last detail with a rapt focus.

How most people fought the feeling of obsession and shied away from it like a sickness with no cure. Not Morgan. To her, it was like a drug she welcomed. How interesting that she might stumble across the potential of a human serial killer! Those marks on the body parts all had a similar 'signature' etched into the decaying skin which made the deduction quite simple to her. Such a thing was enough to make a girl like her giddy as a schoolgirl with a crush. Yet there was far too much that didn't add up. Far too much that was much too obvious. This envelope wasn't even well hidden. It was almost like the glorious psycho desired to be caught, wanting to be seen for what he was. Hmm. So many scenarios played out within her mind and how she wanted to entertain each and everyone one.

However, Braxton's voice was like a figurative needle to her balloon, bursting her out of her own little reverie. His admittance that they had stumbled onto something that he liked, only he didn't like where they were heading. Well.. that made one of them. She quite liked where she was heading. A near bratty retort stilled upon her tongue as that tell-tale sound of tires accompanied by the soft purr of an engine met her sensitive ears. There was no question who might be home in just a few short juicy minutes.

Not like this.

Morgan alerted the British fae that they would soon not be alone if they lingered like sitting ducks. Her tongue began to run across her elongated, sharpened teeth in the thrall of her own apparent anticipation. Only her companion did not seem to share in her sentiment. Was that worry within his voice? She swore she could hear it as he cursed. Morgan ignored it as she hastily but politely collected those photos and further began to push them back into their rightful home within the manila envelope. It was tempting to keep it and yet that was hardly the game she wanted to play.

Morgan immediately found a ballpoint pen to write three little words across the envelope in neat but ominous uppercase font. 'I see you.'. She left it on clear display, dead centre atop that desk. How she could not ignore the electric-like thrill that surged through her accompanied by the obvious feeling of butterflies.

But the window to leave was rapidly approaching and she could already sense her companion's distress as he claimed he didn't wish to take any chances in response to her previous. Very well. It would seem that her British fae butler was no longer in the mood to be daring.

"Isn't every choice we make a chance we take?" That inquiry was near petulant as her misleading tone. But the fae had already lost focus from her, searching to quickly procure something else from within that desk, after all, the window to do it was nearly closed.

Braxton's abrupt order to 'make haste!' drew a sweet grin to her lips. That she could do, much faster than the fae could.

Morgan appeared beside Braxton and her right arm half wrapped around his middle securely, only to suddenly hoist him to her hip like he was an extremely large child. All with a surprising strength that did not look befitting of the doll-like woman. He was much larger than she was which really made this annoyingly awkward, but she could make it work. The vampire took off with vampire speed through the office, narrowly making it through the doorway, nothing more than a blur of speed through the dimly lit living room, the kitchen and lastly right out the back door that led into the backyard.

The yard was surrounded by a tall wooden privacy fence and robust bushes whose leaves she caused to shiver and rustle as she whirled by. Morgan couldn't be sure if she managed to avoid every last branch but at least she was somewhat mindful enough to avoid the harder less forgiving surfaces that such a delicate fae would be unlikely to survive the impact.

The pair left the squeaky gate along the narrow side of the house, pausing for only a few brief moments to listen to the sound of the front door closing. Without a word, nor removing her firm, unyielding grip from Braxton, she then took off at an alarming speed and did not stop until she was a block or two away until the house had faded from view like a distant memory.

The pair ended up at a small park where she slowed to a stop. She was met with the hum of the streetlamp they stood beside as the sound of the electricity as it cast its orange light down upon them. It was there she saw fit to release the fae and put him onto his feet right next to the protruding pole of that same streetlamp. All before making sure he didn't keel over in the process or that he hadn't accidentally expired on the way.

"There. Still in one piece." She leaned in, quite pleased with herself, her deft fingers reaching to pluck a small branch and some leaves from his hair before merely flicking it away.

"I considered dragging you but I was afraid you would make too much noise in protest." Morgan admitted as her blank large eyes remained upon the butler although it was difficult telling she was joking or not. It didn't take half a second before she was distracted by what the slippery fae had managed to pilfer just moments before their unfortunate abrupt departure.

"It seems that you might have won our little game. What is it that you managed to find this time?"