Blade's POV

When we got to Mohawk, it looks like it has been here for centuries. The buildings are ancient yet the buildings look fairly rundown.

Citizens milling about not even paying attention to a white truck that screams 'stranger danger.'

"This place looks creepy," Sarah commented.

"No kidding," I reply.

"This seems it could be straight out of a horror movie," Kathrine speaks up for the first time since we started the car ride here.

"This gives me the chills," Sabe comments. Yes I have started calling Sabor, Sabe.

"Damn, I could see how crimes could be committed here," Keir answers.

"This is worse than the forest back home," Sarah comments.

Dean drives up to what looks to be a bar. Police tape surrounded the building. Police cars surround the building as well. A few cops stand guard outside.

Dean parks across from the bar. We get out of the truck as the hunters bring their items they need. The seven of us walk up to the officers, one of them, assuming the Lieutenant, greets us.

"Hello, you must be Dean Kon."

"Sure am, Lieutenant Foster?"

"Yep. Glad you'd make it. This is the first strange murder we ever had. Seeing the news of the past murders and we had to contact you."

"Well thank god you did. We are chasing after this guy."

"C'mon in and see our victim."

He lifted the tape for us to come inside the bar.

Entering the building, the lieutenant explained what happened last night. The fire alarm went off and everyone evacuated. The police were called but it was a false alarm. Everyone was sent home and the workers had to come the next day. The boss took attendance for safety reasons and a woman wasn't there.

I stopped paying attention but instead took a good view of the bar. In the middle is the bar all around, the dance floor to the left of the bar and seating scattered around the building. The employees are being questioned by the cops, in different places.

At the back right of the building is a hallway that catches my attention. "Vamps, go get as much information as possible, Sarah and Will, come with me."

We went our ways. I immediately went to the hallway. I don't care if I get caught. Something about this hallway draws me in.

The hallway light shines brightly covering every inch of the walls and floor. Doors stand align on each side. To the left is the men's washrooms and to the right is the women's washrooms. The storage room is a couple feet down from the men's washrooms.

After the storage, there's an emergency exit at the end and multiple dressing rooms labeled with last names. All of the doors are open but not a person inside, until I get to the end when I hear faint sobs. You're probably thinking, how can I hardly hear the sobs when I'm a vampire and have intense hearing? Well the answer is simple.

The crying was very faint, just sniffling almost. Not a sob.

I walk to the door seeing a woman, looking as young as thirty from the back, sniffling with her head buried in her hands. Her midnight black hair in a messy bun, black bar t-shirt with dark blue jeans.

"Miss," I say hoping to catch her attention. I do successfully. She lifts her head my direction.

"What are you doing back here?" She asks.

"I'm part of the vampire hunter crew to catch this vampire who's committing the murders. Enough about why I'm here and why are you crying?"

"It's not something you need to know."

"Actually, it kind of does. I want to help you." I step inside the dresser room without permission. Leaning against the mirror desk crossing my arms waiting for her to respond.

"Your not going to leave until I speak, are you?"

"Nope. I've got time. So tell me everything that happened last night."

"How'd you know I worked last night?"

I gave her a look saying, "really? You wouldn't be here otherwise."

"Fine. I'll start from the beginning."

"Before we start, mind if I record it?"

"Sure, don't mind at all."

I put my phone on record placing it in between us in the table. "Begin," I order.

"I got to work at six, that's when my usual shift is. I start my shift and everything is how it is. Some fights go out with the men sexual harassing the strippers on stage. We have a rule. So unless if the strippers aren't on stage and allow people to touch them. I serve drinks at the bar in case you are wondering. Around eight or so, my ex comes to the bar and sits at the counter. I ask him if he wanted a drink but he said no. He said he's here for business but whatever that means."

"What's your ex's name?"

"Marshal Bronx. He has scruffy blonde hair, he was wearing jeans and a grey hoodie. Anyways, we had a little disagreement, or a mini fight about him turning me into a vampire. The reason is we were a couple two years ago and I almost died but he saved me by turning me into a vampire. I knew he was one but I never wanted to become one. Anyways, he didn't want a drink so I left him to serve others drinks. When I went back to help him again, he was gone. I wasn't even gone five minutes and he disappeared. I thought he went home or somewhere else for his business. I didn't think much of it. One of the strippers were on her break when she can up to me asking where her sister went. I didn't know but I told her she might be fucking someone. She probably thought the same."

"What's both of their names?"

"Tayla and Taylor. Tayla is the one that came up to me. We didn't worry about. She went to her own dressing room, they have separate dressing rooms which I think is stupid. So she went to her dressing room for her break. Again, everything is normal until the fire alarm rang. We got everyone out safely and called the cops. It didn't take long for the cops to come. Everyone was out, or so I thought. Tayla started asking people where Taylor was, and called for her. No one knew where she was. I saw she found a cop and told him. I couldn't hear since I was out of hearing range, but I assumed he informed other cops. Everyone went home for the night and the bar closed early. The employees had to come back the next day to be questioned. The people that were there were to be questioned at home. I went home, washed up then watched the news. You see, we are very quick to make the news in our town. Our news rarely gets out into the world. I watched the news and out came a body in a body bag on a stretcher. The picture of the victim is Taylor. The police say that it's the murder that happened in past towns and cities. This morning they must have contacted you guys and here you are."

"Do you think Marshal have something to do with this? Do you think that was his business?"

"No. I don't think he has something to do with this. I doubt his business was this. I know him. He's a sweet guy. Marshal wouldn't even hurt a fly, I doubt this was his doing. We do have a couple other vampires but I don't know who they are. One of them probably did this."

"Do you know where he is now?"

"No."

"Do you know how long he's been a vampire?"

"Umm . . . I actually don't know. He never actually told me. I asked him about how long and he said that I didn't need to know."

"Also, what's your name?"

"Rebecca Woodwind."

"Okay Mrs. Woodwind, here's my number. Call if you have any other information about this. Thank you for your time."

I hand her a piece of paper with my number on it and stop the recording. I exit out of the room walking down the hallway. Stopping in my tracks, I reverse back to her dressing room.

"One more thing, which one's Taylor's room?"

"The next door down to your right beside mine."

"Thank you, have a good day."

I left before she even said anything back. The door to Taylor's room is wide open. No tape or anything. I cautiously walk in noting everything in my head. On the left against the wall is the desks and mirrors. In the middle is a clothing rack for their clothing. The whole room is white. What I do notice is a makeup bag with eyeliner, blush, lipstick and other makeup accessories all over the ground. Either someone pushed it off or she fought the person by throwing the items.

Something doesn't seem right. Why would there be makeup on the floor, and no police tape?

I also spot stained blood on the white tiles by the rack. Another thing that caught my eye is semen on the edge of the table and a bit on the floor.

Was she raped? Or what Rebecca said, having sex with some dude?

I'm hella confused.

"What are you, a detective now?" I hear that all too familiar sweet voice.

"No I'm just checking if I can find anything that can help us." I turn my gaze locking with Sarah's. She nods her head.

"Well, what do you find?"

"I found makeup on the floor, blood stained tiles and semen."

"Semen?"

"Yeah, semen."

"Do you think the victim was raped?"

"I don't know if she was raped. It's plausible."

"Anything else?"

"I talked to Rebecca, one of the employees that was here yesterday when it all went down. I got it on recording so you all can listen to it on the car ride or something."

She nods her head once again.

"Did you see the corpse?"

"No. Dean won't let us in to see the corpse. He made us wait outside the door, technically guarding it."

"That's strange."

Something about Dean doesn't feel right at all.
I mean, not letting his two hunters see the victim? Or having extremely high expectations on one of his hunters?

Something tells me to not trust him.

And when I have a hunch about something, I'm ninety nine per cent correct.