It is I, your local bisexual spider-man back again to ignore the canon events of what's going on in favor of an AU. This story is very loosely based around the movie Rise: Blood Hunter so yes, this is a vampire AU. This story is going to be rated M for graphic depictions of violence and some heavy subjects in later chapters. Feel free to skip this next paragraph if you don't want to read some sappy shit XD

This fic was written for one of my best friends, Gwyn, as a Christmas gift. She's helped me through a shit ton this year even if she couldn't be around all the time. She gave me some of my favorite moments to treasure this year and to be honest I think the GC has been the only times I laughed so hard that I cried in a whiiile. She's been by my side for 3(?) years now and is still one of my favorite people in the world. She completely changed who I was in the best way possible and I'm not sure where or who I'd be without her. Merry Christmas 3

Melinda lets out a long huff beginning the trek back to her car. Parked a little off ways from where she began thanks to an idiot who thought he could outrun her. As if. She pulls her jacket tighter against her body in the frigid December air. She bid her team goodnight after Hand forced her to leave after being up for thirty-two straight hours trying to crack the case. Not her fault she wanted to get the kid home to her mother before Christmas.

Her step falters as a man steps out from behind the shadows a gun pointed at her. "Give me your money." He demands. She lets out a long sigh. She's really not in the mood for any of this right now. She has at least six hours to get home and sleep before she needs to be up in the morning to interrogate their newest suspect.

"You really… really don't want to do this." She groans hands up by her head.

"Do it." The man commands in a gruff and slightly slurred tone. "Now, bitch."

"Since you asked so nicely," She shrugs. In a quick move she smacks the gun away with one hand and catches the same wrist with the other. The gun skitters across the concrete as she twists the man's arm behind his back pinning him against the wall in the alley he slowly had backed her into. She jerks his arm further gritting her teeth as he lets out a cry of pain. "Are you going to get lost now?" She growls in his ear. The drunken man nods tears streaming down his cheeks. "Are you going to do this again?" He hesitates and Melinda slams him against the wall, not enough to hurt him but enough to startle him. He shakes his head as much as he can in his position.

She throws him on the ground watching him skitter to his feet and run away. As she turns back towards the street from which she came she sees two figures standing in the light of the street lamp.

"Don't worry about it." She says in a monotone voice. "I'm a cop. I got this covered." One of the figures shift revealing a pistol in his grip. She moves to dive out of the way but not quick enough. She cries out as the shot goes off connecting with her right knee. She braces herself against the wall as she pulls her own gun. She flicks on her radio calling out to her team. "I need dispatch on my location. Two suspects, one is armed and I am injured."

"Hang in there Melinda, I'm on my way." Hill calls through her radio. She fires a shot into the armed man's shoulder and it flies back quickly disarming him. She grunts as she forces herself to run in the opposite direction. Her leg screams out in pain nearly giving on several occasions. Her heart sinks as she runs into a chain link fence. There's not a chance in hell she can climb this thing in time.

She turns again pointing her gun at the two figures. In the dim light of the night now she can distinguish a man and woman. The man has short dark black hair and pale skin. The woman looks almost identical except her hair is long and pulled back into a high tight ponytail. She takes a combat stance ready to fight it out until Maria can reach her. She throws the first punch making connection with the man's chest causing him to stumble a bit. The woman, however, catches her arm before she can pull back twisting and throwing her against the brick with ease.

Melinda coughs, the air knocked from her lungs. Her head spins with the effort to stay awake but her body won't quite listen to her commands. Her movements are sluggish like she's trying to swim through honey. Her limbs feel weighed down and black spots appear in the corners of her vision.

One of the figures, she's not sure which at this point, yanks her up by the collar and pushes her against the wall. She cries out as she feels something puncture the juncture between her neck and shoulder. Her body feels heavier the longer they hold on. When they finally release her the pressure returns seconds later more intense and painful than before. Her arms goes numb as does her legs. The screeching pain from her bullet wound is replaced by unbearable exhaustion.

Light bathes the dark alleyway. At first she's not sure if this is the metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel people talk about. She's pretty sure she should be comforted by the sight or bathed in warmth or some bullshit like that but she still just feels tired.

She realizes the light is very real as the pressure gives away and her body crashes to the ground. The sound of the two figures running away echoes through the alley.

"Hey!" Maria's voice calls after them. She goes to follow when her eyes fall on her fallen partner. "Oh my god Melinda!" She drops by her side pressing her jacket against the profusely bleeding wound on her throat. "Hey look at me hey." Melinda's eyes flutter as she looks up at Maria, shrouded in the light of the headlights.

"Ma-" She gasps suddenly as the pain returns in full force. Her neck and leg thrum in the quick panicked beat of her heart. She's going to die here.

"Shh. It's okay. I'm here. Eyes on me okay?" Maria nods keeping the pressure despite her writhing. Melinda hears a second voice, likely that of Bobbi Morse, the newest member of their team, giving the location for the ambulance. "Stay awake Melinda."

"The people…"

"Got away. I'm sorry. You're our first priority." Maria smiles softly. She shifts her she can better put pressure. Melinda calls out in pain as she bumps into her injured leg. "Shit." The younger woman murmurs. Her voice is quieter though. Almost as if hearing it through water. The tired feeling returns slowly.

"She's losing too much blood." Bobbi's voice is laced with worry. She can't stay awake any longer… She needs to sleep. She lets her body sink into the feeling of the depth pulling at her.

"No!" Her partner shouts clinging to her tighter than before. Melinda tries to murmur out an apology. "May…. ambulance… here."

She gives herself away to the darkness willingly. She's already accepted that she was going to die. She welcomes the silence like an old friend falling deeply into its embrace.