Discliamer = I don't own any characters

Pairings = PercyxNico - rest will come with updates. Enjoy.

Rated 'T' to be safe.

Run.

That's all he was thinking. Run, Run, Run! Don't let them catch you, just keep on running. His hands had scratches and cuts with blood oozing from the wounds, from fighting his way through thorny bushes and tree branches that seemed determined to smack him in the face. The feel of his heart was that of a rabid squirrel trying to claw its way out of his chest. His legs kept falling out beneath him so he kept tripping and falling down, getting twigs stuck in his messy black hair. But, thank the gods, adrenalin was coursing through his veins and pumping his body with the energy he needed to just get up and keep going.

He ran and ran and ran some more, but the woods seemed like an endless doom of black veils and shadows with strange growling noises filling up the emptiness of silence. He came to a trembling halt and looked behind him before leaning against a large tree. The teenage boy's chest heaved as he took in and let out loud shuddering breathes to fill his deprived lungs. The lean boy found it hard to breath; it was hot, so humid, that the air felt clogged and near impossible to inhale. The air was so sticky that his dishevelled clothes clung to him, or was that just his sweat? He didn't know; his body probably burned off many calories, he supposed it could be both. Sea green eyes, likely dilated so they could see through the dark better; looked up and searched for the sky. They roamed wildly but couldn't see even a speck of the twinkling night sky. He didn't know exactly where he was but he knew he should see stars if the sky was there; for the teenager had seen them from the house, but when he entered the nightmare forest, he could no longer. Instead, all the green orbs could find were the tall trees looming over him and entwining each other together to block out the sky.

The sound of a twig snapping halted his heart and breathing. The teen heard leaves being scuffled and pushed aside as someone trod on them. The closer they came the more shallow his breathing got until they suddenly stopped moving around; like the person had found what they were looking for. It was deadly quiet, even the monstrous growls had stopped. The tired boy thought they might have left, he peered from behind the tree; all he saw was murky blackness. The male's body ached and his legs were on fire but he needed to get out of here before they came back. He had to! The only sound in the forest was his desperate breathing as he was contemplating his actions.

Just as he was about to make a run for it a hand shot up and around his neck, squeezing and putting just enough pressure on it so he would soon black out but not suffocate. Hands scratched and clawed at his attacker. No, no, no! They couldn't have caught him yet! The green eyed boy's vision began to blur and fade. Buzzing rang in his ears. A slim, wiry build came into focus. The shape was talking and seemed to be moving; but that could be because everything still seemed to be spinning in his mind. He felt like he was on a bloody roller coaster ride. When things came back into focus he saw a face with a black eye patch.

Oh, right . . . the teen dazed. So that was who his attacker was.

The attacker was Japanese, and he was trying to talk to the green eyed teen. The glossy black hair of his attacker caught in his concerned, but determined brown eyes. The green eyed boy tried to claw for air again; he needed to get out of here . . . if only he could open his mouth . . . "Ethan," the teen gasped. His attacker stilled and for a moment he could feel sweet air flowing back into his burning lungs, but Ethan soon snapped out of his haze and continued with what he was told to do. "Ethan, please . . ." he needed Ethan to let him get away. "I know you don't want to hurt me." The young boy wheezed. The attacker's movements quivered and shook, but didn't cease.

"I'm sorry Percy," Ethan's grip tightened with new conviction. "But I have to do this." The grip wasn't uncertain anymore and his vision was fading with increasing speed. You need to get out – run away. Just run!

As his vision started to fade black, Percy used the last of his strength to kick Ethan in his private place, and when his attacker fell, the green eyed teen punched him hard and ran.

His hand hurt, it was probably sprained, but that didn't stop him. The lack of oxygen in his body and brain was making everything fuzzy. His muscles were hard to move. Percy considered how lucky he was that it was Ethan he had run into. Ethan was still newly made, but if one of the others had caught him . . . the lithe male shuddered at the thought. The teen just continued on running until he finally came across a road. This is good, thought Percy. Now all he needed to do was get the heck out of here. And with that, the exhausted boy stepped onto the road. This was the last thing he did before sounds of screeching and beeping rang out into the dead silence of the night and a flash of white light blinded him.

Carter Kane was having a really bad day. First his girlfriend of two years had given him the flue when he visited her a few days ago – but honestly how couldn't he have visited her when the very beautiful, slightly Arabic, skyped him? Zia's usually straight, jet black hair looked like a racoon had crawled around in it, and her caramel-coloured skin looked sickly pale and her startling amber eyes looked dull and bored. "Hey Carter," his Egyptian girlfriend had sniffled. "Do you have any time to come see me? I miss you." So as he was an amazing boyfriend, he went. Now Zia wasn't normally one to call and ask those things but she was feeling ill and upset; Carter could understand she wasn't quite herself.

Secondly his father; the oh great hunter Julius Kane was still hunting for his mother's killer with their uncle and kept calling him and Sadie every five minutes to check up on them.

And to top it all off, his sister wouldn't shut up! "Is he still sleeping? Has he lost is phone? Is he sick or hurt? What if he's on a hunt? Should I call him again? I'm going to call him again." His sister kept whining. Normally, as the eldest child, he could keep calm and block her out but he was sick and this wasn't helping his pounding headache.

"Sadie, I'm sure he's fine. He's probably on a hunt, so leave it alone." The African-American grumbled. He didn't like his sister's boyfriend, that guy was a trouble maker for sure.

"But I need to tell him something important!" Deep blue eyes looked at him fiercely.

Don't hit your sister Carter, don't hit your sister, Carter chanted in his head. "Anubis will be fine Sadie." The brown eyed male reassured his sister. "Now," he clapped his hands and looked at the laptop screen in front of him. "I think we have a case. Want to hear it?" His sister grumbled and flopped onto the motel double bed. "Ok, so there have been four bodies completely drained of blood."

Sadie tugged and curled her caramel hair with new pink highlights; she always did that when she was concentrating. "They were all drained, eh? There's seven monsters we know of that do that."

Carter nodded while he continued his search on the laptop for more information about the strange cases. "But there are only three who fit the evidence, so that rules out Pishtacos and Changelings who feed off other body substances. Shtriga's would fit the profile of these cases if the victims were infants and children. Chupacabras do drain blood but only from livestock; mainly goats. So the monsters we are looking for are-"

"-Are Djinns, Vetalas and Vampires." His sister cut him off.

Carter huffed but nodded his head in agreement. "Right, but to know more we'll have to go under cover."

"FBI?" Sadie's wide grin was hopeful. Carter laughed and again nodded. "Yeah, Alright! Let's get changed and go solve this case!" His hyper sister fist pumped the air and ran into the bathroom. Carter however stayed seated. He had a feeling this wouldn't be a normal case.

After driving to Sioux Falls in South Dakota (which only took a few hours) and finding a cheap motel, they then proceeded to the police station. Dressed in their work suits, they showed the officers their fake badges and the siblings made their way to the coroner's office. When they got there an African-American woman with shoulder-length cinnamon brown hair and stunning gold eyes was waiting. Upon seeing them she smiled and held out her hand. "Please to meet you, I am Dr. Hazel Lévesque. You must be the FBI agents?" Carter felt hypnotised for a moment. The young woman's smile was like a thousand jewels.

Sadie nudged him. "Yes we are Dr. Lévesque," his sister replied in a firm voice. "Agents Jane Smith and Tom Callen." They showed her their badges, and the lady showed them to the body.

When the Kane sibling's got there and Ms. Lévesque stayed, they sent questioning looks to each other. She seemed to notice their confused stares because she laughed and explained, "Oh silly me, of course you wouldn't know. I am the Medical Examiner." The cheerful woman motioned to the body.

Carter gasped; his sister was surprised but curious. "Isn't it too gruesome for you?" She asked.

Carter hissed at her not to be rude but Hazel just laughed good naturally. "Sometimes it can be, but I like my job. I like helping the victims to catch their murderers; the dead will tell you if you only listen," she explained. Hazel looked at the body like a mother would look at their ill or dying child. Sorrowful and sad but also kind and gentle. Sadie looked at the doctor with new found respect. His sister always did like those types of girls; the one's that reminded her of herself and weren't afraid to get their hands dirty.

As they moved forward the good doctor explained that there wasn't anything that unusual from the autopsies of all four bodies, except that the bodies where all drained of blood and had a bite wound on their neck; this seemed to be the cause of the draining. "We think it's the killer's signature," the African-American woman explained. The siblings nodded and left the station after asking a few more questions and thanking Dr. Lévesque for her time.

"So judging by the shape of the bite mark and the draining of blood, it's not a Djinn; but it also can't be a Vetala since the victims weren't kept for days. That leaves vampire." Sadie concluded.

"We should call Walt and make our way back to the motel." The dark skinned male said.

"Well, duh," Sadie pulled out the keys to her 'baby'; a beautiful, sleek black '67 Impala. Sadie cherished it more than anything, well, except her boyfriend . . . maybe.

"When can I drive it?" Carter huffed with maybe just a tiny whine in his voice. Sadie just gave him the 'really?' look with a cocky smirk and hopped into the driver's seat, like always. The brown haired male sighed forlorn before sitting shot-gun. "Just don't drive like a maniac . . . and don't kill us."

Sadie smirked and turned the key in the ignition. "I make no such promises," she mocked, before stomping on a pedal with such force, Carter was afraid she'd leave a hole.

It didn't take long for Sadie to blast her crappy music and start head-butting and swaying to its beat, and when she did, Carter was there to ever faithfully glare at his wayward sister. "Stop that!" he growled, "You're gonna get us into a car crash, keep your eyes on the- That was a stop sign, Sadie! Oi! Slow down, you maniac. I'm serious, Sadie, you're going to bloody kill us!"

Sadie just rolled her eyes at her brother's boring behaviour. "Will you relax?" she groaned, "It's a clear road, in the middle of the night. Nothing bad's going to-"

"Sadie, look out!" Carter suddenly screamed, cutting his sister off. "There's something in the road! Sadie, slow down!"

"I'm trying!" Sadie yelled, instantly stomping on her breaks and blaring her car horn.

The impala screeched in protest, and something hit the hood, before the car finally came to a halt.

Carter looked at his pale sister, "What do you think we hit?"

Sadie shook as she looked at her equally pale brother, "I don't know," she whispered.

Carter slowly let out his breath and grasped his sister's hand; nodding bravely he said, "Let's go find out."

Yeah . . . so, I wrote this thing a few years ago and recently found it under 5 layers of dust or sth, so . . . here ya go. Sorry for the very bad writing in this chapter – I didn't bother cleaning it up much.