This is a story about Vampires, Werewolves, Mutants, and such altogether!...maybe, it depends on what happens, but there will be some famous Anime Vampire Hunters in here! Enjoy!

It was all over the news. A story about a ship that had found its way out of the Bermuda Triangle and sailed its quiet way along the Gulf of Mexico. It was an old ship from the early 1900's and it had carried and unknown cargo, for it was empty. Other than the dust and dirt, nothing was inside. At least that was what the public was told, and only a few small pictures were released, but as a detective, I was given classified pictures of the ship. Pictures that could only be made by taking a screenshot of a bloody horror movie. I had seen nothing like it before. Even I go to some horror movies, but knowing that this was real made me feel different. There was a chilling feeling on my spine and at night, I would dream about the pictures' scenes coming to life and playing around my head like movie clippings. I begged for my boss to send someone else for the job. Maybe someone who has watched more horror movies than I, but he refused and ordered me to go investigate the matter.

I sat in the train as it made its way towards a private dock where the ship was being kept. I knew it was heavily guarded by Special Anti-Mutant Forces, from the pictures I was shown. The security was partially because this was a strange case and the press wanted in, but mostly because of all of the attacks on it. Anti-mutant groups and organizations like Weapon X wanted to destroy the boat or take it for their twisted research. Mr. Fantastic and Stark Industries had already tried to persuade the government to hand it over, but they both were denied access to even the dock's perimeter! Because of all this, I knew this was a special case. Why wouldn't it be? It involved the mythical Bermuda Triangle, for heaven's sake! The train stopped and a private taxi awaited me at the doors. It was to drive me to the dock and then after I was done with my first investigation, it was to drive me back. The driver wasn't you old stereotypical taxi driver. He wore a suit and leather gloves over his hands, and looked like ex-football player. He opened the door for me and I slid into the car.

It had been about half an hour long when we arrived at the tall barbed wire gates. Four guards were stationed there and checked my ID. I got the monotone "OK" and we drove in past the gate and towards the Hulk-of-a-building. More guards patrolled the perimeter of the gate and building and there were even some on the roof! I got dropped off near one of the entrances and a uniformed man met me and took me to the ship inside.

I didn't know a lot about ships, but even a dumb person would know that it was an old model. The coast guard had tampered a little with it when they brought it in and took pictures, but the rest was untouched. Seaweed and cobwebs clung to its body and sides. Barnacles speckled the sides with other dead sea-life. The ship reeked of mold, dead things, and old age. There was a platform that led onto the ships unstable looking deck.

"Is it safe to go inside?" I asked. The guard nodded and followed me onto the deck. I tip-toed around afraid that I might fall through the boards and into the hull, but the guard just marched on with his heavy combat boots with no care in the world. Sure he had a gun and could kill any ghosts that he found if he fell through. The floorboards creaked as we made our way to the bridge. A board cracked under my feet and I let out an afraid squeak. I stepped back and landed in the guard's chest. He grunted and I turned around and grinned sheepishly, "I'm sorry." The guard huffed and turned to look at something on the wall. It was a picture of…the crew maybe? It was a really old picture and most of it had faded away, but the ship's figure could be seen in the background. I slowly reached up and took it off the wall. Carefully taking the picture out, I examined the back for any notes. There was a short scribbling of the date, September 14, 1940. It sailed during WWII? Most ships back then were more…I don't know…modern?

The guard led me to the lower deck and turned on his flashlight. There were cracks in the sides and windows to allow the bright light from the building's flood lights inside, but it was still dim. It was like there was an invisible black cloak lying in the shadows of the ship to make it darker. I guess that was true, if you thought the seaweed on the outside as a type of thick veil. I heard a creak and spun around to face the guard. He hadn't moved from his position by the ladder. I looked at him and another creak was heard. The guard's head snapped up and he looked at me, and I mouthed, "I didn't do it!"

Instantly, the guard swung the beam of his flashlight over the interior. One corner of the ship refused to light up its contents to the flashlight and we both inched closer, squinting for any glimpse of what might be there. The sound of pooling liquid was heard and a distinct smell erupted in my nostrils. It has a heavy flat metallic smell to it. It also felt…moist…like it was…blood.

Earlier:

"Where's Master Sergeant Moffat? Did he check-in this morning" the officer asked. The Anti-Mutant forces has assembled for the morning briefing and Sgt. Moffat was not present.

"He checked in at the south gate like usual, Sir." One of the soldiers replied.

"Anything else?" the officer inquired.

"He was told to check on that boat when he came in, but I don't know if he did it yet." Another soldier added.

"Alright then, I want the three element leaders of Flight E to go check on him!" the officer ordered. With that, the three NCO's fell out of formation and scurried to the ship. A few minutes later (after the formation had been dismissed), they approached the commanding officer.

"We didn't find him, Sir. But we did leave one of the sergeants to look more thoroughly" The reported. The officer nodded and sighed deeply, "Good, hopefully nothing strange is going on."

Currently:

It was the smell of blood that harassed or noses and it only intensified. The guard pushed me back behind him as he pointed his flashlight into the dark corner. He called for help on his radio and told me to get out, but I was too frozen to move. Blood? Where had it come from and what is happening exactly? I moved aside as more soldiers ran down the ladder and shone their lights into the corner. A spotlight was brought near the bow of the ship and angles down into the dark corner as well. What I saw was something that I never wanted to see again. A dead soldier was hanging from the bloody mouth of a "zombie-like" creature. I could tell from the scraps of cloth on it that it was a soldier, but was it really? It growled and continued its…meal? I swear it was eating the other dead soldier. The way that its throat moved in swallowing motions and the empty eyes widened in hunger. Once it was "done" it stood and faced us fully while dropping the corpse. Its eyes were large and the whites had turned black. The irises were tiny and bright orange-red in color, and the pupils were silts. The jaw hung slack and a mixture of blood and saliva dripped from it. The teeth were sharp and the skin was pale and shrunk around the bones. He stood in a stooped fashion and staggered towards us. I stepped back and the guards raised their guns. The spotlight flickered and then everything was dark.

The building lights flickered and shut down along with every flashlight and laser. They daylight from the windows of the warehouse was also gone. I could see the glowing eyes of the creature look around and then stare in the direction of the where I knew the soldiers were. The soldiers exchanged panicked whispers and shuffled around cautiously. The eyes moved quickly and I knew the creature had sprung forwards. It let out a hoarse growl and the guards responded with gunfire. The light from the guns firing lit up the room in a lightning-like manner and I could see the creature stagger back as bullets were forced into it stomach and chest, but it wasn't enough. I could see the skin healing around the wounds and the bullets pop out. The soldiers saw this too and called for a retreat. They clambered up the stairs with the creature following close behind. It stopped for a moment when it was at the base of the stairs. My cross necklace reflected his hollow gaze and I sat on the floor looking back in fear. Gunshots were heard from above and the eyes shook violently and a scream erupted from the creature's throat. It sprang upwards and disappeared from sight.

TBC! Reviews are appreciated.