A/N: Okay, I know what you're thinking. Oh my goodness! Can't this person just stay on ONE story! Ugh! I'm sorry, really. But this was requested and I didn't want to make them wait forever for it. But I've got all the others planned out and nearly finished, so here's the first chapter for this at least. Please don't tell me I'm working on too much at one time! This is just honestly the only way I CAN work!

I do not own the A-Team.

It had been a normal week for the world. People going to and from work, children sitting in class learning. Husbands kissed their wives goodbye, dogs ran around barking about whatever they felt the need to bark about. Sprinklers watered down yards, the ocean tide ran up and down the sandy beaches. Snow fell in the mountains like a soft blanket. Cars passed, trains blew their whistles and airplanes were flying overhead.

For the A-Team, it had been a slow week. They had no clients as of yet. They had been staying in Dallas, Texas in a nice hotel that had two bedrooms and a living room and kitchen. They had only been there for three days when the disease broke out.

It had started in New York City, and the Military thought they had had it barricaded. Until it showed its ugly head in the rest of the United States before creeping along to Canada and down to Mexico, South America. Even across the ocean to Europe and Asia. Australia may have been the only ones standing a chance. But no one really knew for sure. The only thing the citizens of planet Earth cared about now was blood. They had to drink it. They needed to drink it. The only thing one could do was run and hide, hope they would not be found, and carry a stake with them. Humans were slowly diminishing. Vampires arose everyday, every night.

One was mostly safe if they ventured out during the day. Mostly. Because vampires stayed in and slept at night, did not mean they all did.

When the disease came to Dallas, the famous team of ex-Rangers were walking down the sidewalks, wondering why it was empty. They had heard on the radio and TV of the invasion, but figured they would be safe for now. Until they ran into a throng of the blood-sucking night creatures.

"Uh oh." Murdock whispered and B.A. pulled out his gun. The Vampires revealed their glistening fangs and lunged, fighting each other to get the humans and their blood.

The team turned without a second thought and took off. These weren't drug dealers, mafias, or even zombies. These were Vampires.

Hannibal managed to snatch a stick of wood up and snapped it, turning both ends into a jagged point. He handed one off to Murdock while Face pulled a knife out of his pocket. Now they stopped and turned, ready to fight the monsters off. Hannibal was able to stab the first one, and it fell gargling and twitching before suddenly turning to dust. "Don't let them bite you!" He warned the other three as they readied themselves.

Face ducked as one flew over him and spun in time to dodge it's grabbing hands. The Vampires did not speak, only hissed and fought. They looked like the once had, only there were big differences: Gray skin, blood-red eyes, sharp fangs, deadly claws, and the ability to transform into bats.

Now the one that Face was fighting off suddenly did just that with a loud pop. the bat shrieked and dove for Face, flying fast around and around his head. Face flailed, smacking out and trying to stab the rapidly moving bat with the knife.

Too busy to assist, B.A. fired his gun into the chests of all the Vampires that came near him. It did not kill them, but slowed them down as they fell backwards on the hard ground. It was dark outside, going on nighttime. Face had lost sight of the bat and was backed against a store wall, braced. It finally came at him and he slashed. A wing fell to the ground and the bat screamed out.

Murdock was backing up as a Vampire came up on him, baring it's fangs. He swallowed and once the creature was right in front of him, he jabbed the stick into it's heart. It fell, turned to dust, and Murdock grinned.

The moment he relaxed, something had hold of his neck and shoulders and before any of the others could assist, extremely sharp fangs bit into the sensitive skin on his neck. Murdock's legs gave out and he fell onto his knees, crying for help as he felt the blood being sucked out of his neck. Face cried out a loud, "No! Murdock!" and B.A. fired at the creature.

The bullets knocked it off the pilot and Hannibal drove his stick right into the monster. Blood was pouring out of the bites, completely covering his neck and soaking his shirt. Murdock was shivering, gasping and gurgling as he began to fall. Face caught him before he hit the ground, biting on his bottom lip and gently shaking his friend.

"Murdock? C'mon Murdock!" He cried, a wetness forming in his eyes. B.A. took the stick from Hannibal and took care of the remaining two Vampires while Hannibal grabbed Murdock's wrist, feeling his pulse slowly fade away. With one last shuddering breath, Murdock fell limp and silent in Face's arms.

"Oh my God." Face whispered, a few tears falling from his eyes and Hannibal closed his, willing himself not to cry. B.A. knelt, a hand on Face's back, and pursed his lips.

Then, before they could move or say anything, something inside Murdock's chest caused him to jerk and his eyes slowly opened to reveal a bright red color staring up at Face.

A/N: I hope this will meet your request!:)