Director Gerald Owens POV ( FBI Headquarters Quantico, Virginia )

Having a few free moments to myself, I sat back in my Burgundy leather chair at my desk, and re-read the report that came in from NASA on my laptop. Incredible! To think... A possibility of first contact! The young boy in me was jumping for joy. So excited over such a thought, I spill my coffee down onto my fresh white shirt. Sputtering, I set the cup down and got up quickly got up to go get a change of shirt out of the bathroom nearby. Thank God I keep spare ones for when I work straight through several days.

Turning on the bathroom light I am greeted by pale beige tile and my reflection. About 6'2" broad shoulders, physically fit, with only a bare minimum of gray hair at my temples. Not too bad... Could be worse. I thought as I pulled a clean blue shirt out of the wall cabinet. Setting it on the counter next to the sink, I start unbuttoning my shirt. Once finished, I remove my tie and slide the shirt down my well-toned arms letting it settle on the floor. Pulling the blue shirt on, I button it up and after tucking it in, I redo my burgundy tie. Feeling refreshed, I open the door.

Standing before me is a tall man in a dark charcoal grey suit, with a starch white shirt and a navy blue tie. His dark black hair is slicked back with a small piece dangling on his forehead. His tie pin, cufflinks, and watch scream 'money'. Though for whatever reason, he is wearing dark oval sunglasses. "Sorry Sir, but I think you have the wrong office." My spine stiffens a little as I walk around him.

Getting back behind my desk, I sit down and look up to see him smiling at me. He seemed to almost glide as he walked over and took a seat across the desk from me. Being careful not to wrinkle his suit. "Alright, how 'bout we start it this way... Who are you?" Looking down he seemed more intent on straightening the cuffs of his shirt.

Just as I was about to reach beneath my desk to press the button for security, he was on me with a hold across my chest and what looked like fangs, near my throat. I hadn't even had time to gasp! "I wouldn't do that quite so soon young man. There is much we need to talk about." Young man? What the fuck? Who the hell is this guy? "Now, I'm going to let you go so that we may speak. Hear me out, you may find it quite amusing." Nodding, he did as he said. He let me go. His sunglasses had slid down the bridge of his nose exposing crimson red eyes. Smiling at me, I saw the fangs too.

"You must be one hell of an entertainer to endure those contacts and teeth. What is this all about, anyway?" I played into his game feeling more and more uneasy.

As he sat back down, he'd placed a hand on my desk. The nails were quite long, but I noticed a signet ring. Now those were pretty rare. "Trying to fake what I am right now, will benefit no one. Yes, I am a vampire. A very old and ancient one. My name is Gabriel Black. I am here representing many 'different' races. What you call supernaturals. There is a creature out there with the incredible power of which many would die to obtain. We would like to help you, humans, since none of you are strong enough to contain this power we all sense." Chuckling, I leaned forward and knit my fingers on the desk.

All he did was look back at me calmly. "Okay, you want me to just believe that supernaturals exist and that you are a vampire? An ancient one yet? How could you even expect me to believe a story like that?" He rose from the chair and began to pace the wood-paneled room.

He seemed saddened but was also very agitated. "It is such a shame that the word of a man means so little." He advanced on the desk and I got up out of my chair. God only knows what this psycho might do! "I have told you what we wish to do. With or without your help, the supernaturals are coming out of the shadows." Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a business card. "When you decide you need us or need to reach me call that number. He now stood toe to toe with me, and I was scared to death of what he may do. Moving so fast I couldn't see, he clamped a hand over my mouth while forcing my arms down to my sides against the filmy white curtain of the window. " Now for your bloody proof!"

He growled as he exposed his fangs and sank them into my neck, the pain was intense. Fearfully, I tried to fight back but found that I couldn't. After a few minutes, I began to blank out and he let me sink to the brown carpet with his fangs still buried in me. Finally, it all turned black.

When I opened my eyes, I felt a bit disoriented and confused. Slowly, my memory kicked in and I felt the two small wounds on my neck. Gabriel Black. That was his name. The card... White and pristine, the card still sat on the desk. Getting up slowly, I got dizzy in my first few steps, but then I was fine. I walked into the bathroom and checked the wounds on my neck. As I did, I caught sight of the bit of blood on the neckline of my shirt. So much for having put on a fresh one. When I went to exit the bathroom, I couldn't help but look to see if he was there. He wasn't.

Once I sat back down behind my desk, my phone went off. Picking up the phone and placing it up to my ear, I knew who it was. Gerald Rainy, the head of the CIA. "Yeah, Gerry what is it?" On the other end of the line, I could hear him breathing before he asked a single question that shocked me. His voice was laced with fear.

"Do you know Mr. Gabriel Black?"

I was stunned. Quietly I told him, "We need to notify the President in a private meeting."