This is my first fanfiction, hope you enjoy! I'm obsessed with 2 things...Vampire Academy and anything relating crime. So, this was born! This story is ALL HUMAN!

-Kira

I stared at the young girl laid out on the slab before me. Her curly brown hair stuck to her cold blue cheek, drained of all life. I couldn't help but reach my hand out to gently push the strand back into place. She didn't deserve this. None of them did. I had been after the bastard for almost a year and still had no leads except for the trail of bodies he had been leaving behind.

First there had been Avery Lazar. 17 years old. Found on a playground by a now traumatized third grader. Her throat had been slashed and her naked body stabbed repeatedly. I was new to fieldwork and this was my first major homicide. I responded appropriately and ran to the nearest bush to empty my stomach. After a month of searching and no new leads, I was about to give up when another body surfaced. Meredith Lee. 18 years old. Found under a freeway underpass. Dumped just like Avery. Now, I was no genius or child prodigy or anything like that, but even I could see that the two young girl's deaths were related. Again, just like Avery, no new leads appeared. No one had seen the two girls abducted, killed, or dumped. No matter how hard I searched, this son of a bitch never surfaced. After a few months of getting nowhere, I was just again about to mark these killings as a cold case when yet another body appeared. It was like the sick pervert was messing with my head. This girl was younger than the others, only 14 years old. Her name was Jill Mastrano and she was dumped just like the others in an alley behind a bar downtown. That was when I vowed to catch this sick son of a bitch.

As the year progressed, more and more bodies appeared. There were 14 in total with this young girl, Viktoria Belikova as his latest victim. She was only 16 years old. I remember when I was 16, partying, drinking, and well…living. It broke my heart to know that she would never have that opportunity. As I looked at her blue lips and unseeing eyes, a concerned voice snapped me out of my past.

"Rose?" Alberta Petrov asked. She was the chief medical examiner and like a second mother to me. Only she and my best friend Lissa Dragomir, psychologist for the FBI, really understood what I was going through. Sure people sympathize with "Oh it must be so hard for you to see dead bodies on a regular basis." But only they really understood how hard it was for me to have no clue where to go to from here.

"Yes Alberta?" I focused all my attention back to her.

"Rose…" Her voice trailed off as she looked at me with concern.

"Really Alberta, I'm fine. I just…feel sorry for her. And her family." I choked a little at the last bit, knowing that I would soon have to face them and tell them of Viktoria's death. I had never really had a strong sense of the word "family" until Lissa came along. My mother Janine Hathaway was a workaholic and current director of the FBI whereas my dad Abe Mazur was a known fugitive and currently in the wind. I had only ever seen my dad twice in my life. At an early age I was shipped off to live with relatives in Montana and attend hell on earth, also known as St. Vladimir's Academy. That was where I met Lissa. We were in the same kindergarten class and had bonded over me yelling at the teacher and calling her a "fascist bastard" for making us write or very long names out several times. I inwardly smiled at the memory. Ever since then, we had become inseparable and even closer than sisters. When her parents and brother were killed when we were 15, I swore to protect her as long as she lived. But in some respects, she was the one protecting me. Ever since then, I protected her physically but she protected me from the dark places that sometimes took over my mind. That was why she had become a psychologist, so she could help heal people- most importantly me- and make a difference in the lives of others. When we had both been accepted into the FBI, it was like a dream come true. Now I could sleep at night knowing that I would always be equipped to protect her and she could distract my mind from whatever maniac was screwing with my head this time.

"Rose…you know someone else can do it if you aren't up to it." Alberta reassured me.

"Really Alberta, I'm fine. I need to do a victimology report on her anyway. There must be something connecting them!" I slammed my fist down hard onto a cool metal tray holding surgical instruments. Pain flooded through my hand and I looked down to see blood gushing from the open wound I had just created from landing on top of a scalpel. I gasped.

"Rose!"

"I'm. Fine." I breathed in deep and clenched my teeth together. Alberta ran to the cupboards for something to sew the wound back up and some gauze to cover it. After I was all stitched up, I turned to Alberta once again.

"How did she die?" She knew what I was really asking. Was there any forensic evidence that could lead to the killer.

"Same as the others. Cut throat, severing the jugular artery and multiple stab wounds on the body. Except…" She frowned, "How could I have not noticed this before?" She focused her attention on the victim's fingernails. Carefully, she pulled out a swab and took scrapings from under the nails. She put it in an evidence bag as she turned to me with a ghost of a smile on her face.

"What is it Alberta?" I asked, hope filling through me.

"I think this young girl may have fought back."

"You mean…"

"Yes. She may have gotten the unsub's DNA when she scratched him."

I outright smiled. This was the best lead so far.

An hour later I was on my way to inform the victim's family of her death. Driving into Williamsburg, Virginia, my cell phone rang.

"Hathaway." I stated as I picked up the call through my Bluetooth.

"Rose, it's Alberta. The test results came back."

I was stunned. "The DNA test came back that fast? Usually it takes a few days at the least."

"No, no. This is just the preliminary test. The DNA won't be back for 3 days, but the pubic hair we found? That's another story. It shows that the perp is indeed male and between the ages of 35 and 50. "

I was flabbergasted. "Pubic hair? He left…where?"

"It was in her mouth. He's obviously getting more daring Rose if he is now engaging in oral sex with them besides just raping them vaginally. Please be careful."

"I will Alberta." I said as I pulled up to the plain brown two story house. "Alberta, can I call you back? I've just arrived at the victim's house."

"All right sweety. Stay safe."

And with that I hung up and got out of my black SUV and slowly made my way towards the front door, dreading what would be coming next. I knocked three times on the door as I composed myself. Telling families that they would no longer see someone was the worst part of the job. I was fiddling with the edge of my black blazer as I secretly hoped the family was out and I wouldn't have to face them quite yet. No such luck. I nearly gasped as the door opened to reveal the hottest man I had ever seen in my life. He was tall, about a foot taller than me, making him 6'7". His shoulder length brown hair was pulled back into a small pony tail at the nape of his neck. A few strands were loose and I couldn't help but notice how similar it was to Viktoria's. His chocolate brown eyes regarded me skeptically as he spoke.

"Can I help you?" His voice was deep and held a slight Russian accent and flowed out like a waterfall. I sighed. And slapped myself inwardly. Rose, get a hold of yourself! Stop dreaming over a man who is probably going to hate you once he figures out you're here to tell him his family member is dead!

"My name in Special Agent Rose Hathaway, FBI. Is this the Belikov residence?"

Please say no, please say no, please say no-

"Yes," Damn! "What can I do for you Special Agent Hathaway? My name is Dimitri."

"Please call me Rose. Is your family home?" Better get it all done at once.

"Just my mother, grandmother, and two of my three sisters. My other sister is at school. May I ask what this is concerning?"

"May I come in, I need to speak to you and your family." Way to beat around the bush, Rose. I chided myself inwardly. He gracefully stepped aside and led me inside to a formal sitting room.

"Please, sit down." He said, gesturing to a scarlet settee. "Can I get you anything to drink or eat?" Such a gentleman. I sighed. This was definitely going to be hard.

"No, I'm fine thank-you."

"Alright, I will go get my family now." He left me sitting there and I glanced around the room. It was neatly organized and my wandering eyes landed on the family portrait over the fireplace mantle. There was Viktoria in the center smiling as her brother wrapped his huge, muscled, arm around her and three other women, all similarly looking and all smiling. I heard others approaching and talking softly in Russian, so I stood up to meet them.

"Mama," Dimitri- sigh- said, "This is Special Agent Rose Hathaway."

"Please call me Rose." I replied.

"Hello Rose, my name is Olena Belikova and these are two of my daughters, Sonya and Karolina. And my mother, Yeva. My other daughter should be home from school shortly. How can I help you today?" She smiled, oblivious to the bad news I was about to bestow on her. Yeva glared at me. For some reason, I had the creepy sensation she knew.

I cleared my throat. "It's nice to meet you. Will you please have a seat?"

They nodded and took various places around the room. Yeva sat in an armchair across from the settee and continued to glare. Olena and her two daughters took the settee as Dimitri sat on the loveseat. I glanced around, suddenly very much aware that there was only one seat left. On the loveseat. Next to Dimitri. Crap. I would not only have to give devastating news but I would have to do it while very much turned on by the sexy Russian. I took my seat an sighed.

"There's no easy way to say what I'm about to." I sighed again. Yeva cursed and left the room. The others looked at me expectantly and slightly confused at their grandmother's sudden departure.

"Go on, Rose." Olena smiled slightly.

"I'm very sorry to tell you that your daughter has been-" I stopped. Exactly how much should I tell them? I had a feeling that this family was the type to need the truth, no sugar coating it.

"-murdered. Again, I'm so sorry. I can't even imagine what this must feel like." Next to me I felt Dimitri tense up. Karolina and Olena cried softly while Sonya clenched her jaw.

"How?" Olena croaked out.

"Ma'am, I'm not sure-"

"Please."

"Her throat was cut and she was stabbed repeatedly. " Dimitri swore in Russian. I continued. "We believe it to be connecting to a serial killer that has been terrorizing young women throughout Virginia and D.C. for a year now."

Olena looked at me sadly. "Thank-you."

"I know this must be hard for you right know, and I completely understand if you would like me to leave and come back later, but I need to ask you a few questions about Viktoria to get better understanding about why she might have been targeted."

"Of course." Olena replied.

"Did she have any enemies?"

She laughed sadly, "No, she wasn't popular, but she wasn't an outcast. She was just a normal teenage girl."

"Can you tell me about her routine?"

"She went to school around 8, and stayed there until 4 at the library, after she did her homework, she would go out to the local community center and read to underprivileged kids until 6, when she came home for dinner. She didn't play any sports and didn't have a large group of friends."

"She sounds like a wonderful girl." I smiled sympathetically. "Would it be possible for me to see her room?"

"Of course." Olena replied once again. "Dimitri, will you please show Rose here where Viktoria's room is?"

He nodded curtly before stiffly rising and crossing quickly to a staircase. He led me up it an nodded to the first room on the left. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am not quite ready to see her room just yet."

I nodded, understanding completely. He headed back down and I called back to him.

"Dimitri?"

He slowly turned. "Yes?"

"You were close, weren't you?"

"Yes." He replied, face void of emotion.

"I'm sorry." And with that, he turned away, once again.

Viktoria's room was a light pink and was pretty much a typical teenagers room. Pictures of her and her friends and family-especially of her and Dimitri- were tacked up onto her walls. After a few more glances around, I noticed her diary. I took it and headed back downstairs. The family had not moved.

"Olena, do you mind if I take this with me to get a better understanding of her life?"

"Of course." I had a feeling this was her default reply.

"Thank-you. I just have one more question, I noticed no pictures of her father around. What exactly happened?"

Dimitri stiffened. "He's gone. Has been for a long time." He said coldly.

Olena glanced at her son. "He was a…bad influence." She stood up and whispered to me confidentially, "He used to beat me, but when Dimitri was thirteen, he beat up his father and threatened him if he ever came back." Louder she said, "Please, let me escort you to the door." I nodded and followed her. Dimitri was suddenly at my side as I moved to put my hand on the doorknob.

"Where was she found?" His voice was filled with sorrow.

"Near an abandoned warehouse off of the 95." I answered truthfully. For some reason, I knew he could handle it.

"Can I see her?" It was my turn to stiffen.

"I really don't think that's a good id-" He cut me off.

"Please." His eyes filled with sadness.

"Alright. Come to the morgue anytime from 12-4 tomorrow and I will show you her."

I gave him my card as I said, "Please call me if you ever need anything. I have been chasing this bastard for a year now and if it makes you feel any better, your sister was quite the fighter. Not only did we recover a hair from the crime scene, but she also scrapped some of his blood and skin off, giving us a good sample for DNA. Because of her, she is the closest on anything I've got since I started working this case."

He gave a ghost of a smile. "Yes, she was always quite stubborn and quite the fighter. I am a self-defense instructor and taught her everything I know." His smile disappeared. "Except it wasn't good enough. I wasn't good enough. I should have been there to protect her."

It broke my heart to see him this dejected. Except, I had no clue why, I had just met this guy! AND had told him his sister died! I should not feel this strongly about him! I had always ran away from love, and now it seems that I had walked right into it. Wait, wait, wait, love? Who said I loved this guy? Oh right, I did. ARGH! It was all so confusing! I wanted to say, I love you, please stop being sad! But instead I ended up saying,

"DImitri, it wasn't your fault, if you ever need to talk, I'm here or I can introduce you to my friend Lissa Dragomir, she's a psychologist and has really helped me deal with all the death I have had to face because of this son of a bitch."

His eyes looked sad as he slowly nodded his head and I walked out the door. "Goodbye, Rose."

Hope you likes Chapter 1! Sorry Viki had to die...it WILL be for the greater good! I promise!