Rain came down hard on the car's roof as it's occupant waited for his back-up. The man, a rather pale but handsome looking fellow with red eyes and long white hair, looked to his watch. 3 AM, fifteen minutes after he called his boss.
"Come on Bigby..." the white man muttered. As if by coincidence there was a knock on his car's window before it opened and another man took his seat next to him.
"This better be good, Al." the hairy man in a trench coat said as he closed the door, a irritable frown on his face." Snow hates being woken up early in the morning..and same goes double for me."
"I wouldn't ask you to run through weather when it's raining cats and dogs and away from your wife's bed if it wasn't important, Bigby." Al replied.

Bigby merely stared at his companion." Did you just do a pun?" "Sorry, I forget 3 o'clock isnt your brightest moment of the day." Al smirked. Before his boss could retort he offered him a box of cigarettes and a lighter. This put Bigby at ease as he immidiatly took a cigarette and lit one up. The sherrif of Fabletown exhaled the gray smoke.
"Still coming out of your pay cheque." he inhaled and exhaled again."What do you have for me?"
Al pointed through the window toward the end of Bullfinch street. Bigby followed his deputy's movement and saw a strange sight. Several men and women were stood in plain sight in the middle of the downpour, staring at the Woodlands appartment building. They remained motionless and Bigby noticed they werent even breathing.

"Those aren't mundies, are they?" Bigby asked but already knew the answer.
"No. Those are vampires, Fledglings I wager." Al lit one cigarette up himself." Thing is, I dont recognise their coven. No symbols or anything. They came one by one and stopped near the wards Totenkinder and Greenleaf set up after the Bluebeard Accord."
"So these aren't Prince Halmadir's lot?" Bigby asked to which Al could only shrug." In that case, let's go say hi."

Both doused their cigarettes and stepped outside in the pouring rain. Like his boss, Al wore a similar trench coat but where Bigby's was in gray, his was in black. Normally he would also wear sunglasses in the daytime to hide his red eyes despite numerious suggestions he should wear lenses. The duo made their way to the small assembly of fledling vampires. Up close they seemed more worse for wear than imagined. Their clothes were tattered, bloody in some cases, with some missing hair or noses. The Embrace had not been kind to them.

Bigby looked to Al and vice versa. Something was wrong. Al looked back to the assembled small group before he spoke. "Fellow kindred, I know you are new to this world and you dont know what is happening to you. But I must ask you in accordance to the Bluebeard Accord that you turn around now and go see Prince Halmadir at Hell's Kitchen. He will help you with choosing your Houses and assigning Mentors but Fabletown is off-limits for those non-authorized to-" One of the fletchlings tried to claw at him but shirked as the invisible ward seemed to hurt her.

"Well, that went well..." Bigby pulled his trench coat closer.
"I dont...Bigby, I dont think these kindred are sentient."
Bigby nodded." Now you mention it, it looks like the lights are on but nobody is home." he sniffed, his superior sense of smell being able to get through the rain." These are fresh, some hours old..." he sniffed again. His visage shifted from curiosity to hatred." They smell wrong."
Al peered closer and noticed the traditional bites on the neck were absent. Instead he saw a strange triangular shaped bite under the chin." These were not given the kiss by normal vampires..."
"They smell WRONG." Bigby added." Something evil is driving them."

The female screamed again before she opened her mouth...and a long tentacle came out and lashed at Bigby. Thankfully the sherrif of Fabletown had fast reflexes and snatched the tongue with his bare-hand. The tongue seemed to have a stonger at the end that snapped at Bigby. Al reacted quick and drew the silver sword from his sheath and sliced the appendage off. The female shrieked again as it fell over as blood rained down from its severed tongue. Before the other four could react, the Sherrif and his deputy jumped on them. Bigby threw off his coat as he became larger, fur covered him everywhere and his face contorted to that of a wolf. He lunged at one of the turned and ripped him apart with his claws. Al swung his blade around and effortlessly beheaded another looked after his deputy and fought back to the stinger-tongues and slicing them or limbs or heads.

The skirmish was short and bloody but in the end Fabletown's law enforcement stood turned back into his normal form and gladly took his coat when Al offered it to him. The sherrif panted heavily and walked over to the "I am the Eggman Diner" where in the clear spot he lit a cigarette. Al cleansed his silver sword and walked over to his boss as he stepped over the body parts. Al also lit one up and leaned on the wall as the fure burned out of his lungs. "I dont know what those were, but they weren't Vampires. Not from any Coven I know about."
Bigby nodded." Same..." he waited a moment." We move the bodies to the Buisiness Office, we'll get Swineheart and Greenleaf to do a autopsy tommorow."
"Wouldn't Totenkinder be a better choice, boss?" Al tapped his finger on the cigarette so the ash could fall off.

"I dont trust her, not one bit." Bigby replied before he had another pull from his cigarette." Peter Dainson is studying mundy magical creatures isn't he? What about him?"
Al exhaled. "I find anyone having Tinker Bell as a mentor not to be a trained properly in such matters."
"Fine, we get Totenkinder and Dainson. Now nobody's happy." Bigby threw his down and stomped it flat.
"Fine by me..." Al followed his example." Elephant in the room time, the Templars?"
"You are sleeping with one of them, you tell me." Bigby coughed and thumped his chest.

Al dusted himself off. "In that case, same as you with Snow. Tell her and she will decide whatever or not to inform her there is a new Coven like this that doesnt play by the Accord rules, they have to be warned in the least."
"Explode the keg early so it doesn't build up and blow up in our face..." Bigby nodded." Right, let's get these corpses moving."
Al sighed and rolled up his sleeves." Cant we call Flycatcher or Boy Blue to help?"
"What's the matter, the Prince doesnt feel like working tonight?" Bigby picked up a corpse by it's elbows as Al picked it up by the legs.
"I'm merely asking since I know you have a busy day tommorow. With crossdressing as old women and laying in bed all day." Alucard opened the trunk of the car.
"Says the man who named himself by spelling his father's name backwards. On three." On the third swing they dropped the first corpse in the trunk.
"Weak rebuttal there, Bigby." both moved to the next corpse.
"Shut up."