They hunt during the dark hours of the night, taking their unsuspecting victims lives before they know what is happening. These ancient creatures have had centuries to perfect their art, feeding off of a hunger for blood. They do not discriminate, nor are they afraid, because they know there is not a soul on Earth that has the strength to stop them. That was before now...
Bailey Lewis woke up to the sound of an annoying ringtone. Groaning, he covered his head with his blanket. When he realized it was a call and not an alarm, he reached over the sleeping man beside him and opened it.
"Hello?" He answered the phone without looking to see who it was. He didn't really care, except that it was someone with the indecency to call at 6:00 in the morning.
"Good morning, Agent Lewis. Is your leader anywhere near his phone?" His captain's voice sounded tired.
Bailey held the phone away from his ear, leaning down to speak to his lover. "Hey, the captain wants to talk to you," he whispered, brushing back the tangled, black hair.
Alex Mathias smiled over at Bailey, then glared at the phone. "Thanks, babe," he said, kissing Bailey lightly on the lips. "Hi, captain," he mumbled, still half asleep. "What do you have for me?" He yawned, pulling Bailey against him.
"Well, it can't really be explained over the phone," the captain sounded puzzled. "I need to show you some pictures. The entire force is on this one. I have never seen a case like this."
Alex groaned. "What do the pictures look like?" He was grouchy this morning, after only getting around four hours of sleep. "Never mind. We'll be there." He closed the phone, kissing Bailey on the neck. "We have to go, unfortunately."
Bailey looked amused. "Okay, let's get up, then."
Alex sighed and sat up. Pulling on some boxers, lounge pants and a loose, black tee shirt, he stepped into flip flops. He ignored the snicker he received from Bailey, topping off the look with his glasses.
"You look professional," Bailey grinned at him, getting dressed in jeans and a dark green tee shirt. "You still look good, though, as always. I like the glasses," he kissed Alex on the lips, then opened the door. "Let's go see what the captain has to show us."
"Sure," Alex offered Bailey a tired smile. "Let's go, so we can get back to our day off," he emphasized the last two words.
When they got to the investigation room, Will patted the seat next to him. When Alex sat down, his brother gave him a strange look, wanting to ask about the clothes. He received a warning glare from Alex, and left it alone, smiling at Bailey, who was seated next to Alex. Bailey only shook his head, smirking.
The chief addressed the room, turning on the slide projector. Looking over the crowd of agents, he appeared serious.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a very important case. There have been sightings of attacks," he ran the first slide, which showed the body of a man, obviously dead. Zooming in on the neck, he pointed out the two small puncture wounds on the neck. He glanced out over the crowd before continuing. "You can see why this is a serious issue. The police department handed this case over to me, because it was beyond their expertise. Their coroners have already examined and tested the body, confirming that it is the work of a true vampire."
One of the agents raised his hand. The chief looked impatient, but pointed at him. "Agent Andrews, what is your question?"
Alex grimaced, because Terry Andrews was one of his men.
Terry stood up. "I don't believe this could be a vampire, because they don't exist."
The chief smiled at him, a rare occurrence. "Well, you have the power of telekinesis. A lot of people would consider that to be impossible. However, you are partly correct. It could be the work of a very good mimic, who has done his homework."
Terry nodded and sat back down.
Alex smiled over at him. "That was a good observation, T."
Terry smiled. "Thank you, sir."
The chief started showing more slideshows, explaining the nature of vampires to them. When he had finished, he smiled at the agents.
"We have been given the lovely task of investigating these bastards and bringing them in. We will use killing as a last resort, of course, but you will receive special equipment," he nodded to the weapons expert, who was now standing next to him.
The man pulled out a case, which was filled with guns and ammunition. "These are regular handguns, as you can see. The ammo is what is unique," he picked one of the bullets out. "These are silver laced tranquilizers. If you shoot a vampire with one of these babies, they will not die, but simply fall asleep. It will render their body in a comatose state, from which it will be safe to transport them."
Alex smiled at Will and Bailey. "This is actually a really cool case."
"Assuming we don't get caught," Bailey gave him an unsure look, obviously nervous.
Alex placed his hand on top the speedster's. "Baby, I think you have the speed to get away." He could understand his lover's hesitance, since this was his first big case. He had only been an agent for a year, but was learning quickly.
Bailey sighed deeply. "I hope so."
"Well, there have not been any sightings, so I am sending in team A, and B, since they are the most experienced," the chief ignored Alex's look of annoyance. "Team C will be investigating from the base, along with the regular officers. If we need them, they will be called in. Here are copies of the reports. I want everyone to go over them carefully and educate yourselves. That will be all, for now. Be careful out there, and good luck. Dismissed," the chief stepped down from the podium, walking out of the room.
"Well, I guess that takes care of our day off," Alex smiled apologetically at Bailey. "We get to stay here and study."
"I'm kinda okay with that," Bailey still looked nervous.