The idiot sisters

My name is Aoi. Aoi Bleu. Yes, I get the joke, my name is essentially Blue Blue. In fact, many call me that both out of mockery and affection. Contrary to what many perceive of me, I am an intellectual woman. My younger twin sister Bella though... stupid.

She's by far the one to blame for our status as fools. Between her poor decision making skills and poor word choices at crucial times, her only selling point is her looks. The problem though is that she looks just like me, and not everyone can tell the difference between us. Even when Bella forced me to dye my hair and eyebrows blue, people STILL confuse us. I guess it is fair to place more of the blame on Bella, as often times she'll mimic me for a laugh.

Well enough about me, it's time to do work. My favorite actor is dead. He was found bound and gagged in a trash bag, devoid of all blood. A stagehand reportedly found him by chance. Now, if we match up the state of his corpse with that of others-

"LOOK! I found fang marks on his dick!" Bella grinned as she pulled down the corpse's pants.

I'm sure you've heard of crowds of gathered people doing what's called a "wave". Well here, the crowd of gathered people did what's called a face palm. Gyselle simply chuckled at the ordeal, but I could tell she was screaming "IDIOTS!" under that happy mask of hers.

I begrudgingly decided to clear the air and examine the corpse myself. Yep, fang marks on the dick. Or at least, marks that appeared to be from fangs.

"I bet he got sucked dry by a hot sexy vampire. Must've been moaning all like "NGH MMPH!" as she went "Slurp, Succ, SLURP!"," Bella giggled.

"What makes you assume the vampire was a woman, assuming it was a vampire?" I glared.

"Wait you're saying there's a gay vampire out there!? But wait, that would mean the vampire's a guy. No way, it's definitely a girl! See there's- MMPH!?"

Before Bella could say something stupid, I slapped some tape over her mouth and bound her wrists and ankles. As she happily moaned and hopped up and down, I took a closer look at the corpse.

"There's no guarantee this is the work of a vampire, or at least a vampire in the traditional sense. But I am confident at the least our culprit is in fact a male."

"Why do you think that?" Gyselle asked.

"Because these protrusions look like they were made with a needle instead of fangs. That matches the M.O. of one Mostique Mainard."

Mostique Mainard was a mosquito man that was known to be found hovering around corpses of other shriveled up hot guys like Marseille. He would flee quickly by flying away into the night, but it was clear he was the murderer.

I quickly rose, yet to my shock, everyone was glaring at me. "Pray tell, what are you glaring at me for this time?"

"Uh, YOU DIDN'T PUT ON ANY GLOVES!"

I looked down and noticed my hands were bare. No gloves in sight, meaning I had just touched a corpse with my bare hands.

"Oh..."