Hello, everybody. This story is an experiment. It's my attempt to take on something different and to find out if supernatural genre is suitable for Flashpoint. As you all must have realized, Flashpoint fics are mostly drama or romance or angst. If the reception for this particular story is not so bad, I will continue on. But if you guys think supernatural should not mix with police drama and such, I will stop right now and return later with normal ones.

So, enjoy the teaser while it lasts. LOL!

Warning : Adult-theme scenes in later chapters (if posted), so I rate this one as T for a start.

Summary : Several days before the wedding, Sam wakes up alone in the middle of the woods. He can barely move, and he can hardly recall how he got there. What on earth happened?

Despite the slight chill, it was a very beautiful summer morning. The sun had just appeared on the horizon, smiling bright between two hills. The sky was blue.

Regardless of the early sunrise, the woods were still dark under the thick canopy of trees. Most creatures were still asleep around this time. One particular earth creature, however, was about to rouse from his deep slumber, only to encounter the biggest surprise of his life.

Sam was awakened by the sound of birds chirping happily around him. His eyes fluttered open before they drifted close once more.

"Sam…"

"Sam, where are you?"

"Come on, buddy. Answer us. Sammy…"

From afar, the combined voices continuing to call his name snapped him to full consciousness. Dazed, Sam raised his head but it plopped back down, for he had no strength to hold it upright for long. He felt weakened, thoroughly drained. His limbs felt so heavy he could hardly move a muscle.

Looking up, he had to blink in confusion at the large tree looming above him. The trunk was so huge it required at least four people to complete a hug around it. He was lying in a fetal position at the foot of the tree, its massive curling roots cradling him close like a mother would a baby.

Wearily, Sam placed a hand on his cold forehead.

Where am I? he wondered. How much drink did I had last night?

One thing for sure, hangover was not the culprit. His head felt fine. He suffered no headache or nausea or any other telling symptoms. But the blanks in his memory truly rattled him. The last thing he remembered was laughing with the other guys around the campfire outside the cabin, drinking beers and roasting fishes, while Ed's father regaled them all with amusing stories about his oldest son's wild antics as a teenager. Sam also recalled turning in early later that evening, rolling himself in his sleeping bag which had been positioned not far from the cabin hearth. So then how did he manage to wake up outside in the open, all alone?

Did I sleepwalk or something?

"Sam…Sammy…"

"Can you hear us? Where are you?"

"Damn it, Sam! This is definitely not funny. Answer us already!"

Wait, the last bit sounded exactly like Ed.

It's indeed Ed, Sam told himself, struggling to rise without success. And Spike, and Wordy…God. Why do I feel so weak?

"Sam!" Ed could be heard growling with anger. He and the others were not very far now. "Show yourself, god damn it! Stop fooling around!"

"Eddie…" Sam called out in response, but his voice was just a mere whisper. He tried again, "Guys…help…"

"Sam?" Another familiar voice joined Ed's, getting closer. It was Wordy. "You'll be getting married the day after tomorrow, remember? How are we going to tell Jules that you've gone missing the morning after your bachelor party? Come on, buddy. Tell us where you are."

"I'm here…right here…" Sam feebly answered, putting his entire energy into that poor attempt of response.

"Where on earth could he be?" Spike was wondering out loud. "And why did he—holy shit. Sam!"

Walking past the giant tree, they finally found their missing friend. With cries of dismay, the three men rushed over to gather around him.

Sam had to smile, albeit weakly. "Hey. Nice of you guys…to drop in."

"Good Lord, Sam," Ed was alarmed, gathering the younger man into his arms. "What the hell happened to you?"

"I c…can't remember. Feel so weak. H…how did I get h…here?" Sam started to shiver so bad that his teeth chattered noisily. He then noticed the bundle that Spike was carrying in his arms. He recognized his jeans and turtleneck pullover, the ones he had worn to bed last night. "Uh…what are you d…doing with mm…my clothes?"

Looking real worried, Spike informed him, "We found these scattered around the woods while searching for you. That's how we managed to track you down, by following the trail of the clothing that you dropped."

Sam blinked, his mind not fully registering what his friend had just told him until he glanced down at himself. He turned another shade of pale. "Fuck. Why am I naked?"

"We hope you can tell us," said Wordy. "We woke up this morning to find your empty sleeping bag. We all thought you had gone out to take a leak or something. But when you didn't return after nearly an hour, and when we noticed your boots next to the door, we began to grow concern. We called out to you but you never responded."

"That's right," Spike agreed. "After looking around, I stumbled upon your pullover and t-shirt. And Wordy found your belt, and then your jeans. This was followed by your socks. At first we thought you headed to the stream to take a swim. But the water was awfully freezing right now, so that didn't make any sense."

"And then we found your underpants," said Ed. He had already taken off his jacket and was wrapping it around Sam's trembling frame. "I began to think that you've probably lost your freaking mind, or that the pressure from your coming wedding was giving you serious nerve attacks. We had not imagined that you…damn. What the hell are these?"

The others moved closer to see what Ed was staring at. Frowning, Ed touched the two red marks on Sam's neck. "Does this hurt, Sam?"

"No," Sam replied. "What is it?"

"It looks to me like a vampire bite," was Spike's droll remark. At Ed and Wordy's annoyed glances, he hastily added, "I'm just saying. See that? Two puncture wounds. And on his neck, of all places."

"Vampires don't exist," Wordy retorted.

"And I'm no Edward Cullen," Sam attempted to joke, though he was still deeply shaken.

"The marks are not only on his neck," Ed said, his tone real serious. "Look, guys. It's here too, on the inside of his elbow, and his collarbones."

Sam could only lie back quietly as his friends perused him over. He didn't even have the strength to feel embarrassed as they probed and prodded him, frail that he was. When they found more identical red marks on his wrists, his spine, his breasts, his buttocks, and other sensitive parts of his body, the men had all turned grim.

"What did this?" Spike was shaking his head, stunned.

"Some kind of insects, perhaps?" Wordy wondered. He peeled off his plaid button-down shirt before tying the long arms around Sam's waist, preserving his modesty. It also covered the twin marks dotted the veins that wound from Sam's upper thighs to his groin, which were still seeping blood.

"Don't blame this on the animals. This was not their doing," said an old man, who had silently appeared from around the tree. He went to crouch at Sam's feet, gazing hard at the young man's white face. "This was something else."

Zipping the jacket up to Sam's chin, Ed glanced at the old man. "Yes, well, whatever it was, we have to cut short our stay at your cabin, Pop. No fly-fishing for today. We're taking Sam back into town to a hospital this instant."

"Eddie, that's not a good idea."

Ed gave his father an incredulous look. "Not a good idea? Sam has been bitten by god knows what and you think sending him to the hospital is not the right thing to do?"

"Trust me, the hospital can't help him. In fact, if you take Sam to the hospital, he'll die."

"What? How can you say that?" Ed was infuriated. "You don't even know what's wrong with him!"

Ignoring his son's ranting, Lane senior took Sam's wrist to inspect the marks. "How are you doing, son?"

Sam had to swallow hard before he could reply. His throat had suddenly run dry. "Uh…not good."

"Can you move at all?"

"My muscles feel rubbery. I can feel my limbs but they are so heavy," Sam answered, deep fear clearly evident in his eyes. "I had no strength left. How long am I gonna stay like this?"

"I'm not sure, but I know someone who I believe can help you."

"Pop, what the heck are you doing?" Ed snapped, "Look, we're already wasting time. Wordy, help me carry Sam. You take his legs."

"Eddie, you gotta listen to me!" shouted Ed's father. "For Sam's sake, you gotta listen, alright? He is the victim of an attack, but it's not as simple as it looks. Something else is at play here."

"What do you mean, Mr. Lane?" Spike asked the old man who was once a cop, just like his two sons.

"I've seen this happened before, twice," Lane senior explained. "It occurred around here, when I was a lot younger. Naturally, both men were sent to the hospital, where they later died. So you have to believe me when I said hospital is not going to save your friend."

"But who would attack Sam like this?" Spike growled. "If not a freaking vampire?"

Wordy looked as if he wanted to slap Spike upside the head. "I repeat, vampires don't exist."

Ed's father gave Wordy a pointed gaze. "Maybe so, Wordy. But otherworldly things do exist."

Rolling his eyes, Ed asked just to humor him, "Oh, yeah? Such as what, Pop?"

"Succubus."

At that word, Sam suddenly broke into a long piercing scream.

TBC….

So, should I or should I not continue? Honestly, I'm a little scared. Writing this gave me quite the heebie-jeebies.