"Go, Go, Go," yelled Captain Morales, the SWAT Team 2 commander, on the team radio.
"Breaching," was the reply from the point man, myself. My name is John Caplin, and I am very scared right now. Scared because we have been dealing with this series of serial killings for weeks now, and scared because the killer has followed no logical course, and has left no trace except for brutally gory rooms where the victims are. The best part is that the victims are all bloodless, and that the murders have all been happening at night. Rumors have been going around the precinct about the killer being some sort of vampire, but hey, that's just a rumor right? Vampires don't exist, and this killer has made his last run of the night. Somebody said that they heard a disturbance at their neighbor's house, and they saw someone break in who looked like, well, like a vampire. Normally we would have blown them off, but the murders were so similar that the Chief sent in my team to take that freak down. Okay, the door is down, and the house is so dark that I have to switch to my night vision goggles. The room is bathed in a green glow as we fan out into the house.
"Kitchen, clear"
"Bedroom, clear"
"Living Room, clea…" one of the other SWAT officers started to say, a gurgling noise, and then nothing.
"Team, converge on that room," ordered Morales. We all move into the room to see that the man checking the section, Sergeant Walcott, is on the ground thrashing about with a man on him, right around his neck. Okay, this is way too creepy for me, aren't vampires just make-believe? I command the guy to get off Walcott, and the guy, surprisingly, looks up and stares at me with those eyes, eyes colored like the blood on his mouth. I can't move, this is too weird to be happening, I must be dreaming, except that I can't pinch myself and wake up. I can't do anything except breathe. Morales brings up his rifle and fires a burst into the man, which seems to only make the guy angry; angry enough to tear off Morales' head, literally. The rest of the team, except me because I can't move, reacts a moment later, firing into the man as well. He just laughs and, in the blink of an eye, rushes into Sergeant Grey to take off his arms. Grey screams as he goes down, the radio magnifying his shriek into ear-splitting levels. Whirling around to face Sergeant Vallen, the killer grabs him by the head and squeezes until the sickening sound of a skull being crushed is heard. The last man, besides me, a Sergeant Camoran, panics and fires full-auto into the killer until only clicks can be heard. Not realizing his peril, Camoran just stays there, firing. The killer just walks up, grabs the panicked man, and throws him, headfirst, into a wall. When Camoran hits the wall, everything below his neck slides to the ground, leaving his head and neck embedded in the wall. The killer now turns to me, and my blood turns to ice. What is he going to do with me? Why can't I move?! It can't end like this! He walks very close to me, showing me his teeth, with two elongated canines; so much for being a fairy tale, vampires. He says, "Just relax. It's not like I'm going to murder you..."