Well, everyone can thank a message from a fellow reader who reminded me that I need to update this. I've been caught up in life as some broad in a truck decided to back into me while on my motorcycle. I'm fine, a few bruises, but my bike is probably trashed.
So, here's the next chapter. I do love reviews and they encourage me to post more frequently.
Chapter 2
While the humans worked around the scene they had created, Carla and Patrick watched from the tree tops. Carla kept her eyes trained on the man who was closely investigating the throat on the body of the man they had just fed on. While watching him intently she heard several people refer to him as Grissom. His scent was strong and she inhaled deeply to memorize his smell.
Patrick knew what she was doing and was excited that they were going to partake on a new hunt. It had been a while since they had the chance to stalk and take down their prey.
They never moved from the trees until after the action below had died down and there wasn't a soul in sight. "So, now what my dear?" Patrick asked even though he already knew the answer.
She grinned at him before moving close enough to softly peck his lips. "We follow him home and then maybe play a game or two before devouring him."
He grinned back, "Should be a delightful hunt."
Grissom and Nick returned to the lab with what little evidence they uncovered. What Grissom was unable to wait for was Dr. Robbins examination of the body. He checked in on Nick before heading down to the morgue.
Dr. Robbins was finishing his examination of the victim's neck when the doors opened and Grissom walked in. "Well, I have to tell you I've never see anything like this before."
"That's saying a lot." Grissom stood opposite of his friend. "So, any idea how much blood this guy lost?"
"Well, I haven't exactly tried to extract any, but in the body's current condition, I'd say he exsanguinated to the fullest extent."
Grissom shook his head in disbelief. "Al, I'm telling you, this wasn't a body dump, and there wasn't more than a few drops of blood on the ground." He looked up and down the body before him.
"I don't know what to tell you Gil, but this guy was drained."
He paused and composed himself. "Tell me about his neck."
Al cleared his throat. "Whatever tore his skin off wasn't anything special; I found teeth marks at the edges. See the patterns?" He pointed out to what he was talking about. "But I'm thinking it was supposed to cover up something more." Grissom put on his glasses and leaned in closer as Al moved a piece of the skin. "Look at these holes here. They are one and a half inches apart. There's a set on each side."
"Same object?"
"No, that's what's strange. The second set is a quarter of an inch wider that the first set." He stood back up and watched his friend for a moment. "Do you want to know what I think?" Grissom slowly stood; his eyes moving up to glance at his friend afraid of the worst. "Vampires."
"Oh God, not you too." Grissom didn't even want to hear about such childish stories.
"Gil, I'm telling you, it's not just a fairy tale."
"Fairy tales have happy endings Al. Vampires aren't happy endings." He decided he needed some air. "If you find anything relevant that pertains to the real world, let me know. Leave the vampire crap out of your report please." Grissom finished pulling off the latex gloves and left the morgue.
The rest of the night seemed to drag by as Grissom and Nick quickly hit a wall with their case. The footprints were a dead end to common shoe brands, Al wasn't any help with the body, and other than those two key pieces of evidence they were stuck. Grissom sent Nick home early, and he decided it was best to call it a night himself.
His drive home was short for which he was thankful. It was his first night away from Sara and he couldn't wait to see her. He knew she was safe and sound at home, but it seemed they weren't even safe at the lab. Grissom entered his home and could hear the television in their bedroom. Sara told him that she wasn't going to bed without him and it seems that she was keeping her promise.
While Grissom was navigating through the townhouse, Carla had perched herself in the large oak tree the stood near the dwelling. She could hear everything that was happening within the walls. Her ears were focused on following Grissom but when a female voice entered the picture, she couldn't keep the smile off her face.
"There are two of them. One for me, and one for you."
Patrick was up the tree in a flash and looked through the windows. He followed Grissom's movements until he caught sight of Sara. "She looks delicious."
Both of them watched the interaction between their prey before deciding that dawn would soon be upon them and in order to conceal themselves they needed to seek shelter from the sun.
Grissom embraced Sara and he told her of their current case and how twice people have said it was vampires. She laughed with him and they decided to settle in their bed and watch a movie until they both had fallen asleep.
By the time the sun had set Sara was already up and about the house while Grissom was in the shower. She decided to make omelets for them and proceeded to chop up some veggies.
With her arm broken and in a sling the once easy act of cutting up food was starting to quickly become a challenge. She was trying to hold the green pepper with her left hand but with the limited movement of her arm it was getting difficult.
While in the process of cutting Hank ran past her. The eighty pound dog collided with her legs causing her to lose her balance. "Ow!"
The knife slid across her finger slicing it to the bone. Grissom was quickly in the kitchen when she cried out. "Sara what's…" He saw the blood pouring out of the wound and quickly grabbed the dish towel next to her. "Here, put pressure on it."
"I'm such a klutz." She held the towel around her hand as Grissom walked with her towards the garage.
"You're going to need stitches." He opened the door to the Denali and helped her inside. Grissom moved quickly around to the driver side and hopped in behind the wheel.
Sara wanted to protest but she knew as well that the laceration wasn't going to heal without stitches. She despised hospitals especially recently. It was nothing but a sit and wait game in the ER.
Grissom drove to the hospital closest to their home. Sara for one was at least grateful that it wasn't the same hospital that she was admitted to after her kidnapping.
As expected it took several hours before Sara was walking back to the SUV with Grissom. "I can't believe we just waited nearly three hours to have ten stitches put in my finger."
He glanced over at her with a grin. "I know honey, and I'm sorry but it needed to be attended to." Sara rolled her eyes at him as the vehicle was maneuvered onto the road.
They chatted about things other than work. Grissom hated putting so much stress on her already stressed mind about the lab. He offered to take her on a vacation which she quickly denied. There was a part of her that wanted to get back to work, and a part that didn't, but she didn't want to be stuck locked up from the outside world anymore.
Suddenly the car in front of them swerved off the road, and before Grissom could react, the Denali slammed into the two wrecked cars on the road. The air bags deployed and it took several minutes for them to focus on what had just happened.
"Sara." Grissom looked over at her. "Sara." He put his hand on her shoulder. Her eyes opened slightly and glanced at him.
Grissom managed to get the door open and moved to her side. The door was jammed so he tried the rear door, but it too was stuck. She even tried to help him push from the inside but to no avail.
"Let me help." The voice startled him and Grissom turned to see where it had come from. He gave a short nod and the two men grabbed the door, Grissom the handle, and the stranger grabbed the top where there was separation. "On three…one, two, three." Both men grunted and the door sprung free.
Grissom helped Sara out of the broken vehicle. "Easy honey."
The man also aided in helping her out. "I'm a doctor, let me take a look." He took out a pen light and quickly did a reflex check of her eyes. "Doesn't appear to be severely concussed, but I suspect you have a slight concussion."
"I feel fine." Sara offered.
"Thank you." Grissom held out his hand.
The man shook it. "It was no problem. I'm Doctor Carlisle Cullen."
"Gil Grissom, again, thanks for the help."
Carlisle nodded. "I'm going to check on the others, don't move her."
Grissom sat next to the crippled car with Sara ensuring that she stayed still. "Gil, I'm okay. I just bumped my head."
"Yeah, but it's a significant bump."
Sirens filled the air as paramedics began to arrive on the scene accompanied by the police and fire crews. Grissom helped Sara stand and take several steps. They started to walk towards the rear of the vehicle when a woman appeared, she startled them both.
"I'm sorry, my name is Esme Cullen; I'm Carlisle's wife. Please you can come and sit in our car." She led them over towards the black Audi. Her eyes glanced over into the small stand of trees next to the road and locked onto the two individuals standing there. "Carlisle."
Carlisle was still assisting the EMTs when he heard Esme speak his name. He walked back towards her and noticed the two people he just helped in the back seat of their car. "What is it?" Her eyes were still trained on the trees and his joined her. "They were coming out of the trees at them."
"They wouldn't risk grabbing two humans with the commotion that's going on." He stared down the other two of his kind until they retreated into the darkness. "Unless, they caused this and it was their intention of grabbing them."
"But why them?" She turned to look at Grissom comforting Sara.
"I don't know, but we can't let them be hunted." Esme looked at her husband. "There's something about that man, I'm not sure what, but he needs our help."
Well there ya go now it's obvious where this may be going from here, or is it?
TDCSI
