You sigh as you stretch. Your back starts to hurt from sitting in the same position for around three hours. You found yourself a case in a small town, which is called Crawford. A body of a young man was found in an alley and you called the coroner in order to set up a meeting tomorrow. The article said that he died from an animal attack, but you know better. It might have been a werewolf, but you have to check if he has a missing heart. Sheriff Wilson has given you a file of the victim, so you have been googling his relatives. Just in case you will pay them a visit tomorrow.

It's already 10 pm, so you close your laptop and head to the shower. You wash your hair and as you close your eyes, you start thinking about him again. You sigh again before you get out of the shower.

Once you see your face in the mirror, you frown.

"I'm a mess." You whisper quietly to yourself. You have dark circles under your eyes, making you look very tired. You haven't had a good sleep in a long time, because you kept yourself busy with cases. You have solved more cases in six months than you had in the past year. You wanted to keep your mind busy and get rid of the thoughts of him, but it didn't help. You have wanted to call them many times, but you have always stopped yourself. It would end up badly.

You jump into your bed and as you cover yourself with a blanket, you wish yourself a goodnight.

...

"Hi, are you Doctor Smith?" You ask the man sitting at a desk. He is wearing a white smock, so it's pretty obvious that it's him.

"And you are?" He raises his eyebrows at you.

"I'm Agent Davis, I called you yesterday." You clear your throat. He takes a long look at you, like he doesn't believe that you are an FBI agent.

"Okay, follow me." He stands up and leads you to the morgue. When he opens a freezer and takes the body out, you have to hold your breath. This man's throat is so damaged that you can almost see his spine.

"Can I have a minute alone with the body, please?" You ask him. He nods before he leaves you there. In moments like these you wish you had a hunting partner, who would take a closer look on the body instead of you. You step closer to the body, examining it.

The heart is in place, only the victim's throat is shred to pieces. You bend over and look at the wound. It doesn't look like it was made by a vampire, they don't usually leave such a huge wound on a body, but what else could it be?

You start searching through the torn skin for fang marks and once you find them, you victoriously smile. There are definitely vampires in this city, or at least one.

You thank the coroner on your way out and head directly to the motel. You have to find his/their nest and the best time to do this is in daylight, because they are sleeping.

At the motel you quickly change into your hunting clothes. Even though you would love to head out and start chopping vampire's heads off, you need to do a bit of research. You turn on your laptop and start looking for abandoned and run-down buildings, where vampires usually nest. You find one closed factory and a few uncontrolled farms.

You quickly get into your car and start exploring the buildings.

....

You look into your empty glass. You don't understand how come that you haven't found the vampires yet. You have never had a problem with that before. You have explored every weird building in this freaking town, but there haven't been any signs of vampires.

"What's troubling you, darling?" A very handsome bartender asks you, when he grabs your glass and refills it with a clear liquid, which is definitely not water.

"Nothing, just thinking." You shrug and take a draught of your drink. You make a grimace, when the alcohol starts burning down your throat. Another man joins you at the bar and orders the same drink as you – pure vodka. You quickly peek at him and you have to admit that he's really hot. He has black hair and deep green eyes, which make you think about him again. You glance from him to the bartender, someone could even think that they are related, but that's probably just your imagination. When you catch the new visitor looking at you, you turn to him.

"Hey." He greets you and lifts his glass. You greet him with the same words and start a conversation. You try to inconspicuously get some information out of him, if he hasn't seen anything weird or something like that. You cover it up with small talk and after an hour you leave the bar, excusing yourself for being tired. As you walk back to the motel, you have a strange feeling. Something makes hair on the back of your neck to stand on end. You glance around yourself a few times, but you don't see anyone. I am just being paranoid...

Suddenly you hear someone scream. You stop dead in your tracks, grabbing your gun, which was the whole time behind your jeans and hid under your jacket. You raise your gun as you follow the sounds. You run into a park and listen to the noises, but no one is screaming anymore. Maybe you are too late. You creep among the bushes and then you see the scene.

A woman is standing over a man, who doesn't move. You can already smell the blood, which is flowing from his throat. You jump from the bushes, aiming at the woman. When she looks at you, you nearly scream. Her eyes are green with huge pupils like a lizard's one. What the fuck is that?

"Hi, hon. You want to be my next meal?" She grins and starts running to you. You don't hesitate and shoot her directly in her heart.

"You bitch! She has silver bullets!" She shouts before she falls to the ground, panting. She breathes a few times before her body falls apart. The fuck?

Before you have the chance to realize that she was talking to someone, another person knocks you to the ground. Your gun flies out of your hands and you grunt as you hit the grass. You take a swing at the person, who is sitting on your stomach and kick your legs.

"You fucking bastard." You spit at him, once you realize, who he is. The man, who sat next to you in the bar, just smirks and his eyes get even bigger, greener. You try to lift him from you, but he is much stronger than you and when he punches you, you can feel each knuckle. You scream in agony and fight even harder, but there's no point. It's like he is made out of steel, not even feeling your punches. He hits you again and again, until you lose consciousness.

....

You wake up, immediately wincing cause of your wounds. Your hands are tied behind your back and you are sitting on a chair. Your ankles are free though. When you open your eyes, your vision is a bit blurry, so you have to blink a few times to see properly. As you look around yourself, you notice more bodies on the ground, dead. You look at the grey walls stained with water and when you notice the stairs, you are sure that you are in some kind of a basement.

You listen for a while for some noises, checking if someone's home. You take out of your back pocket your little knife and start cutting the ropes. You are almost finished, when you hear the door open. You stop cutting the ropes and close your eyes, pretending that you are still asleep.

"I know that you're awake, hon." A familiar voice says. You don't answer and just try to wriggle out of the rest of the ropes. When you feel that your hands are free, you jump from your seat. Before the man has a chance to protect himself, you hit with him the chair. He grunts and stumbles back. You quickly run up the stairs and lock the door behind you. You relieve and start looking for your gun in the house. It must be somewhere.

"Look who woke up." Another voice says behind your back. Fuck.

You turn around to see the bartender. They must be brothers.

"You hunters, you just can't leave us alone, can you. You already killed our little sister. I know she should have been more careful, but she was always so hungry. She just couldn't help herself. You know, if you didn't question Jack in the bar so weirdly, we wouldn't have probably noticed you. You must be more careful." He smirks as he aims your gun at you. You raise your hands, knowing, that your only chance is to run.

"I'm sorry for your little sister, if I knew that she's your sibling, I wouldn't shoot her." You say sarcastically, wanting to buy yourself more time.

"You shouldn't be making jokes right now, hon." He smiles as he steps closer. Unexpectedly you hear a loud bang. Probably his brother is trying to get out of the basement. Now or never!

You jump behind a wall before he has a chance to fire the gun and make a run for it. You are just reaching the main door, when someone hits your head with some kind of object. Not again.

.....

The brothers tie you more carefully this time, tying also your ankles to the chair. When you wake up, no one is there and you don't know how long you have been out. No one comes down this time, you just hear noises upstairs as the brothers talk to each other. You sigh when you realize that your knife is gone. You wriggle your hands to see if you could slip your hands out, but the ropes are so tight that you can feel them cutting into your skin. Well...I am fucked.

A few hours pass before the house gets quiet, so it must be already night. You try to get out of the ropes, but it seems to be impossible. After a while you fall asleep, tiredness taking control over your body.

....

The whole next day, no one comes down till the evening. 

"Good evening, princess. How are you enjoying your new hotel?" Jack says as he sits opposite to you on a chair. You don't answer him.

"You know, Jonathan thinks that I should leave you alone. We're saving you for worse times. But I think that I should allow myself to have some fun with you." His lips spread into a wide smile. You can see the slimy gleam in his green eyes. When he stands up and makes his way to you, you know that this will end up badly. He bends down, his face only inches from yours.

"But he's not here now." Jack whispers in your ear, before his right hand touches your cheek. You try to turn your head away, but he grabs your chin and turns your head towards him. When he presses his disgusting lips on yours, you feel like you will throw up. You don't hesitate and bite him into his mouth, hard, as much as you can. You can feel the blood in your mouth so you spit it out.

"You bitch!" He yells and slaps you, making you wince.

"And I thought that we could have some fun. Well, how do you like this?" His voice is full of anger and Jack's eyes turn to their snake-like form. You let out a shriek, as he bends to your neck and bites into your flesh.

You can feel how blood leaves your bloody, weird coldness spreading through your veins. You can't feel your legs nor arms and a loud ringing noise is heard in your ears. You want to scream, but you are not  even able to open your mouth. You can't move at all or hear anything because of a constant ringing. The only thing you can feel are Jack's teeth in your neck.

Suddenly Jack backs away from you and raises his hands. What is happening? You try to look around you, but you are only able to see Jack, who is saying something, but you don't hear a word. And then Jack is hit in his head and falls on the ground, dead. His whole body crumbles apart.

A/N another chapter! thoughts?:) Who do you think shot Jack?