Author's Note

A word of warning this story is unusual. But I saw the film twilight the other day and figured I would give the story a shot. It's a crime/drama/romance/black humour/supernatural. A fact I can't fit into the summary lol.

The night's sky was black, with not a cloud or star in sight. Only the crescent moon broke through the oppressive darkness, although it's pure gleaming white glow gave off more of an eerie vibe rather than offering any comfort. A cold breeze silently whipped through the city, causing all it came into contact with to shiver and the hairs on the back of their necks to stand to attention, in an attempt to ward off the feeling of uneasiness they would pull their coats tighter around themselves and quicken their pace.

Exhaling deeply, his breath appearing white and whispy in the bitter January air, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs turned the collar of his coat up and then dug his hands deep into his pockets as he walked hurriedly through Garfield Park. It had not been the best of days. First his car had decided to break down, and when he took it into the garage he was told his transmission was shot. Plus thanks to an ordering error they didn't have the parts that were needed, or even a replacement car for him to use and so he was stuck without a car for the next two days, having to walk everywhere.

His irritation had been further compounded when he was late to work and found his team were already out at a crime scene. He had never thought he would see the day that Dinozzo got into work before him, never mind beat him to a crime scene. The younger man hadn't been able to keep his glee about his boss's lateness quiet either, which resulted in a good few head slaps, that surprisingly didn't make Gibbs any happier, a fact he found strange, hitting Tony usually made the tensions of the day ease at least slightly. Today though, nothing, not a jot.

Mind you that may have had something to do with a certain red head, who had been on fine form today, constantly sticking her nose into his case. It wasn't even an overly complex one either. A navy seal had been stabbed by his wife when she found out he had been very……closely involved with his male commanding officer, she had lashed out when she had discovered the affair, and then called NCIS to confess her guilt. It was an open and shut case, the only reason Jenny had decided to get involved was because the commanding officer was a well respected family man who was about to receive a medal for bravery in Iraq and Sec Nav didn't want the affair discovered by the press. As a result Jen had been chasing his tail all day, telling him if he let anything slip to the press she would castrate him with her pencil. He had been forced to grit his teeth and force himself not to strangle her, although he had been sorely tempted to shove her in the elevator and get McGee to hack into the system and shut down the lift's power supply, shutting her in there. He decided that even though the couple of hours of peace and quiet he would get would be nice, it would in no way make up for the torture she would inflict on him later. People thought Ziva was lethal, but she was just obvious about her 'skills', with Jenny you never saw her attack coming and she was inventive with her punishments, she enjoyed mental torture just as much as she liked sticking her stiletto through someone's foot, all while smiling sweetly and carrying on with polite small talk, he knew, he'd been there.

Gibbs's attention was pulled from his thoughts as he heard footsteps in the thicket of trees and bushes along the path, the branches cracking and the leaves rustling as the steps quickened. Pausing, Gibbs stood for a moment, trying to ascertain what direction the steps were going in, whether they were growing closer or moving further away. After a few seconds he was satisfied it was the latter and began walking again, ignoring the creaking of the branches above him. Had he looked up though he would have seen the two translucent eyes following his movements, the rest of the creature hidden, blending into the darkness.

He was halfway through the park when he heard the sobbing coming from the direction of a small pathway that lead into a gap in the trees. Unable to see anything he drew out his gun and edged closer to the opening. Squinting slightly he could make out the form of a woman in her early thirties leaning against a tree trunk, crying softly. Holstering his weapon he called out, 'Are you ok?'

She didn't answer, just continued to rock back and forward, weeping. He tried again, 'I'm going to come closer, don't panic I'm a law enforcement officer, I work with NCIS'

He moved closer, wondering what had happened to the woman. He was less than a foot away when he felt himself go flying backwards, landing heavily on the hard cold ground. Struggling, he tried to move, but the weight on his chest made it impossible, looking up, he saw the woman who had previously been in distress was now perched on him, her knees digging into his thighs and her hands pinning his arms to the ground.

She gave him an evil grin, her blonde locks gleamed in the moonlight, her eyes were almost all black, but they shined eerily, looked as though they could see right into his soul. Leaning forward she bared her teeth and he could see her canine teeth were a lot longer and sharper than they should be, the white glinting in the dark night. She brought her face next to his, her voice filled him with a sense of dread as she whispered to him, 'A law enforcement agent huh?', she laughed softly. 'You'd think the first thing they'd teach you is not to approach strangers. Poor you, trying to play the good Samaritan and this what you get'

With that her head flew forward and she sank her teeth into his neck.

Letting out a small cry of alarm Gibbs tried to dislodge her, but she was freakishly strong and held him in place. His entire body thrummed with pain, the worst was the agonizing tearing at his throat. He could feel his energy drain away, he tried to focus but couldn't. As the pain began to dull slightly he felt his eyes grow heavy and he let himself slip into the darkness.

Once all the man's blood was drained Jessica sat up with a grin, licking the remainder of his blood from around her lips. Studying him she felt kind of bad, he had been quite good looking although the gaping wound at his neck ruined it a bit. Still it had been a tasty meal. Pushing herself to her feet she brushed the dirt from her clothes and leaned over to lift his identification from his inside pocket. She tore it into tiny shreds with her bare hands, after all it was part of the game to make the identification as difficult as possible. Cracking her fingers she prepared herself for the next bit, she always enjoyed it. She had to make sure he didn't change, and to do that she had to quite literally rip him from limb to limb, which had the added advantage of making his death look like a vicious animal attack. Just as she was about to start she heard a group of people approach, cursing silently she swiftly disappeared into the night, seconds before the group of youths wandered into the clearing, clutching the illegally bought bottles of alcohol. There screams of horror filled the air as they took in the sight of the dead man before them.

Dr Peter Walters looked up as the E.M.T's rolled in the stretcher with the black body bag lying on it. Peering over his glasses he asked, 'What do we have?'

'Male, late 40's. Found in Garfield Park by a bunch of kids. Looks like an animal attack'

Peter interrupted 'Another one? That's the second in three weeks'

'Yeah, it's not as gruesome this time though. We think it got scared off before it could finish the job, just took out the throat this time'

Unzipping the bag, Peter made a quick assessment of the wound, 'It's pretty clean, there's no blood in the wound at all, or surrounding the area. Do we have an I.D.?'

'No', the older E.M.T. shook his head, 'Looks like we'll just have to wait for someone to report the poor sod as missing'

Peter nodded, 'Poor guy, he obviously didn't stand a chance'

Gibbs groaned as he opened his eyes, the bright lights above him made him squint in pain and discomfort. As he stared at the ceiling he began to take stock of where he was, the metal table he was lying on was freezing and the fact he was naked apart from a white sheet that covered him from the chest downwards didn't, help the situation. His neck hurt, and it felt itchy. Remembering the attack he brought his hand upwards to probe at the injury. Much to his eternal shock he felt it shrink under his hand, the skin quickly knitting together. Thinking he was imagining it he pulled his hand away, taking a couple of deep breaths before feeling his neck again, amazed to find that the wound was now completely healed. Sitting up quickly, the sheet fell to his waist, he stared at the floor in confusion as he started to piece together his surroundings, why the hell was he in an Autopsy room! At least it wasn't NCIS's, that would be an awkward situation.

Hearing a tiny cough he looked up to see a small woman standing in the corner off the room. She moved forward, running a hand through her brown pixie cut, grinning wryly at him as she said,

'I think we should get going. Or that Autopsy's going to be a bitch'

So let me know if you would be interested in this story continuing. I understand it won't appeal to everyone but either way I value your opinion's

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