Hello all! I know some are waiting for the next chapter of Tenebris Memorias but this little one shot thingy came to me and just didn't want to be let go. Kind of an AU in which werewolves and vampires are real but most humans don't know of them until they are turned. Oh and I do believe they may be OOC. So that's like the only warning I have.

If anyone does want to take this and make it into a multi chapter fic, I have no qualms about it. Just give credit where credit is due.


'Lassiter's wearing sunglasses inside again.' Shawn noticed, walking into the station. 'He also looks a lot paler than usual and . . . Is he sniffing the air?'

Shawn walked closer to the detective before stopping in his tracks as a familiar smell wafted into his nose. His eyes narrowed and he growled slightly, low in his throat. Buzz, who was walking past Shawn with a coffee in hand, gave the fake psychic a weird look.

'How the hell did I not notice before?' Shawn thought. All that time I thought she was a vampire and it was him all along. Does he know? Is that why he hates me so much, because I'm a werewolf?'

Shawn shook his head, clearing his thoughts before approaching the older male.

"You okay Lass?" He asked with false cheer. "You look a little pale." The Irishman grimaced, sniffing the air again and wrinkling his nose.

"I am not in the mood to deal with you or any of your shenanigans." Lassiter hissed. "Now get out." Shawn rolled his eyes.

"Did someone miss his feeding?" Shawn asked with a slight sneer, growling slightly. "No coppery blood to slake your thirst. Is that why you're so irritable?" The detective grabbed Shawn by the arm and roughly pulled him into an unused office.

"What the hell are you getting at Spencer?" He snarled impatiently tapping his foot.

"You're a vampire." Shawn stated, annoyed. "It's not really that hard to notice. Pale skin and all that."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Lassiter denied, growling, grabbing the smaller man by the throat and shoving him forcibly into the wall. Shawn's fury-filled eyes flashed gold for a second before narrowing.

"If I was human that would have killed me." Shawn snarled viciously.

"What?" Lassiter asked, letting go of Shawn's throat, sounding thoroughly confused. Shawn blinked.

"So you don't know?" He asked. Lassiter sighed in impatience.

"Don't know what?" The detective growled. Shawn sighed.

"I'm a werewolf." The fake psychic replied. The older man snorted.

"You expect me to believe that?"

"Well, you're the one sniffing the air." Shawn griped. "You tell me."

"I just smelled something weird." Lassiter replied. "Nothing to it."

"And what did it smell like?" Shawn questioned, rolling his eyes. "Kind of earthy and wild? Maybe even a little furry?" The detective's mouth dropped open in shock before he shook his head.

"How the hell would you know that?" The detective asked as he felt a sinking feeling in his gut.

"That's what a werewolf smells like." Shawn murmured. "Like you said, nothing to it."