Hi everyone. This is an idea that I have been thinking about for a long time, changing here and there, and then forgetting about for months on end. Now, I've finally decided to write it and see where it goes.

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Jayna didn't like to call herself stupid but with the situation she had gotten herself into she felt really, really stupid. She should have just minded her own business and gone on with her day like normal but no, she had to get a wierd feeling when she looked down an alley. She then had to go check it out due to her uncanny ability to get herself into trouble. And on top of that, she had to then find a group of vampires. She should have said to hell with the cough syrup and stayed in bed.

The vampires were each wearing clothing that would have looked better after being on fire and their faces were gaunt. Their eyes were bulging and seemed too big for their heads. All in all they looked hideous and were staring right at her.

Any normal person in Jayna's position would be scared out of their mind. They would probably deny what they were seeing and just think these people were very ill. Well, they would think that until they had fangs and claws ripping into their flesh. That might convince a normal person that what they were seeing was real.

Jayna, however, wasn't normal. She had been dealing with the paranormal on a regular basis for years. She had seen things that would drive other people mad with lust, love, or horror but for her it was just another day in the life of Jayna Markins.

She took a step back from the creatures and said, "I think I made a wrong turn back there. I'll just be going."

She didn't get a warning when the things jumped at her. However, Jayna wasn't a normal person. A normal person would have turned and ran but Jayna instead pulled out a compact handgun that she had tucked behind her back. She threw her hand forward and fired blindly at the coming vampires.

The right most one dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes and she continued swinging her hand in front of her. The gun roared in the alley and the noise reflected off the close walls making the noise deafening. The middle vampire staggered as a shot ripped into its leg and dropped when another tore into its chest cavity.

She looked at the final blood sucker just in time to receive a heavy punch to her face. Jayna's world exploded into colors and she felt herself get tackled to the ground. Her gun flew from her hand leaving her little choice but to smash the creature in the side of the head with as much strength as she could muster. The vampire didn't even seem to notice the blow as it grabbed her hands and forced them down to the ground.

She felt saliva drip on her face and the vampire bared its fangs at her as it prepared to feast on her blood. Taking note of the fact that the vamp was male she struck at it where ever male would feel it. Let it be known that even if a creature is an undead killing machine it will still react to a knee in the man parts.

The vamp stopped moving and its face took on a look that was a cross between horror and pain. Jayna took her advantage before the blood sucker could recover and got her right leg under the creature. She pushed with her well toned leg and with strength born from pure adrenaline she forced the thing off of her. It flew back a little ways from her but landed on its feet ready to charge her again.

It rushed toward her as she got into a crouch. She smiled, perfect. Dirty claws racked at her but she leaned back and took hold of the wrists of the undead monster. She continued her roll back and ended up straddled on top of her attacker. The first jab to the face stunned the thing, the second rang its bells, and the twentieth made sure it was out cold. Vampires may be undead but they still had brian functioning that can be messed up due to blunt force trauma.

Jayna got to her feet and shuffled to her gun. She may have handled herself well but that didn't mean she didn't have a new collection of cuts and bruises. She hurt and would hurt even more in the morning when her adrenaline had left her system. Three shots to the chest made sure that the undead being would stay down for the rest of time.

"Okay," she muttered, "forget the cough syrup. I'm going home."

-Ravenhill PI-

Ravenhill pulled his black Ford Explorer next to one of the many police cars that were parked on the side of the road. He got out and took a breath of the morning Bolton air. It stank like stale food, feces, and that smell that only a big city can create.

Ravenhill was a consultant for the Bolton Police Department, the BPD, and was called in when things seemed linked to the occult or paranormal. He combed his hand throw his shaggy brown hair and took note of what he was wearing: black long sleeved button up, dark blue jeans, and black leather shoes. He could have added some color to his get up but darker colors always looked best on him.

He scanned the area. It was a normal part of Bolton, New York. Not the richest part of town, but also not the poorest. Apartments lined the road and the crime scene seemed to be one of the alleys between two of them.

Ravenhill found the one he was looking for easily. Standing in front of it was a man heavy in muscle with an emasculate grey suit on. Over the suit was a tan duster which made the man look like one of those detective in old movies.

Ravenhill raised his hand over his head and called out, "Simon, how's my favorite bald man?"

Detective Simon Warden had been on the force for the better part of twenty years. He was experienced, stubborn, and a ruthlessly efficient detective. Oh, he was also the main reason that Ravenhill was a consultant as well.

Simon looked at Ravenhill with amusement in his eyes. "Been good, Seth, how have you been?" the man answered in a deep voice that resembled thunder.

Ravenhill mock glared at the man as he got closer. "You know I don't like it when people use my first name," he replied.

"Oh, and what are you going to do about it?" the detective asked.

Simon was a good head taller than Ravenhill's six foot and had maybe a hundred pounds of muscle more. With that taken into account Ravenhill said, "Absolutely nothing, big man."

Simon grinned and waved the brown haired consultant to follow him.

Ravenhill fell into step beside him and asked, "So what's the reason you called me into this one?"

"What, were you busy with something?"

Ravenhill sent another glare at the man. "Well no, but I could have been," he responded.

The big man chuckled and explained, "You'll know when you see it."

"Know what?" Ravenhill asked.

The detective didn't answer and instead stopped walking. Ravenhill walked past and also stopped. Two bodies laid in the alley way. Each of them had gun shots in them, each of them were sprawled in a way that indicated that they had been rushing toward the exit of the dead-end alley, and each of them were very much vampires.

It wasn't hard to tell that these two were vamps. They were caught with their fangs showing, literally. However, that wasn't usually the case. Only newer vamps were this obvious about being vampires and each new vampire had a guardian, an older vampire, to watch over them. Nether of these two were old vampires. In fact, Ravenhill had reservation as to if they even were vampires. They looked the part but something was off, he just didn't know what.

"So," Detective Warden asked, "what do you think?"

"I think I might eat out tonight, want to be my date?" Ravenhill answered.

Simon gave him a look.

"Fine fine," Ravenhill said. "Those two are what seems to be vampires."

"Seems to be?"

Ravenhill nodded. "Somethings off about them. It's too obvious what they are. Newer vamps are always paired with an older vamp to watch over them until they are used to the new undead life. But these nether of these two," he pointed to the bodies, "are old vamps."

"How do you know that?"

"Oh come on, Simon, you should know this."

Simon smiled. "Humor me," he said, his voice booming in the alley.

"Why did the duck cross the road?"

Simon stared at him.

Ravenhill sighed. "You're no fun," he muttered. "If either of them had been an older vamp than that one wouldn't have its fangs showing for one and for two, both of these two look sicker than hell. New vamps look sick, kind of like these guys, for the first bit of their new death."

"You said something was off," the detective said, ever straight to the point.

"Yeah, they look too sick," Ravenhill said as he crouched down next to one fo the bodies. "I've been around a few new vamps in my days and none of them looked even close to this sick."

"What are you thinking."

"I'm thinking that I don't have all the information." He pulled on a pair of latex gloves and lifted the hand of one of the bodies. It had scratches all over it. The tips of the fingers had bone sticking out of them and looked like claws. Normal, as far as vampires go.

He put the hand down and looked at the alley again. Two bodies and a pool of blood a little closer to the exit. Wait, a pool of blood? Ravenhill looked at the bodies again.

"Simon, on a scale from one to instant, how fast would you say no to my asking if I can flip one of the bodies?" Ravenhill asked.

"Is it important?" Simon questioned. If there was one thing about Simon that everyone knew it was that he did things by the books. But that didn't mean he didn't bend the rules here and there when things needed to get done.

"A curiosity really."

The big man rubbed his head and said, "Move them as little as you need to."

Ravenhill shot off a stiff salute and slid his hand under the body slowly. He lifted a side of it gently and peered under it. He stood up after setting it down with care. "Just as I thought."

"What?"

"There is blood under the guy's body."

Simon stopped, pulled out a note pad, and wrote somethings down. He looked up after a few lines of writing and said, "I hate to break this to you, Seth, but he was shot."

"And the smart ass award goes to the guy in the tan duster," Ravenhill barked. "I know that. What I mean is that vampires down bleed. They bleed a little, yes, but not enough to form pools of blood beneath them."

"So these two aren't vampires?" Simon asked as he jotted a few more things down.

Ravenhill shook his head. "Nope, they are vampires, for the most part."

"For the most part? What does that mean?"

"It means I have no idea," Ravenhill said with a sigh. He pointed at the pool of blood that was absent a body and asked, "What's the story on that?"

Simon looked up from his pad and to the blood. He shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe a third body that was taken by the killer?"

"Or the damn thing got up and left," Ravehill offered. He rubbed his eyes.

Simon wrote something else down in his brown leather pad and then put it back into the pocket of his duster. "I'll see what I can find out on my end, call me if anything comes up.

"Same to you," Ravenhill replied.

He left the crime scene and hopped back into his Explorer. The SUV rolled away from the curve slowly but Ravenhill's mind was racing with things he needed to do. That first thing on his list was to contact Castle and figure out what he was even hunting and the second was to find the person or thing that the vamps were rushing at. Contacting Castle was easy. Finding the person or thing of interest would be another story. He pulled out his phone and dialed in a number.

Hope you enjoyed it.

Until the next time...
Unbiased Abyss