I juggled chapter two along with tons of class projects, so I hope it's worth the read. Also, I want to give credit to my husband for helping me with the editing of this story and tolerating my obsession with Primeval.

Chapter 2

Lester opened the door to his office and calmly strode towards his chair. The room shuddered as Alina slammed the door behind her.

"Great, we're in your office, let's talk about what a sadistic bastard you are." Alina spat, her sarcasm barely hidden.

"I'd watch my tongue if I were you Mrs. Thompson," Lester snapped, as he sat in his chair, "or I'll have you sent back to the States. Expert or no expert, I will not tolerate such behavior in front of my people."

"Good thing we're alone then, because maybe you can tell me why I was never informed about this infestation in the first place."

"I can assure you that I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, don't play a game of Bullshit with me! I know what I saw! And believe you me, it wasn't pretty!" Her voice rising as she spoke. "This isn't child's play anymore 'Director.' You've got a team of scientists whose idea of trouble is an afternoon spent playing with dinosaurs." She leaned in close, her hands leaving smears of blood on his desk, "We're not talking about animals that hunt on instinct. No, we're talkin' about sadists here. Sick freaks who love torturing their victims; tearing into them, making sure they feel the pain of having skin and muscle pulled from their bodies. And that's before bleeding them dry!"

Lester stared at her for a moment, "You're quite serious aren't you?"

"You still haven't answered my question," Alina growled, "why wasn't I informed about this?"

Lester rose from his seat, his voice clipped with barely controlled rage, "Mrs. Thompson, I was given your name by the minister, saying you were the best anthropologist for this job. I was never given any more information on whatever the hell else it is that you do. All I was told was to contact your headquarters and send out the private information on the issue. He never gave me anything else on the matter at hand. So, you might as well blame your own people."

"Augh!" She yelled, throwing her hands in the air. "That's not the point. You may not go out in the field, but it's your responsibility to make sure your men stick together and not stray away."

Lester slammed his fist onto the desk, hard. "The point, Mrs. Thompson," he hollered, "is that you come storming in here with my team leader, the both of you covered in blood, and without a by-your-leave you start lecturing me on how I run my operation and babbling on about a new breed of boogie-men."

Alina opened her mouth to shout a reply when the door to Lester's office opened and Danny walked in. "Sorry, am I interrupting?"

"No," Lester said, shooting a glare at Alina. "Our friend here was just starting to explain your new choice in wardrobe. Something about a new breed of monster and our men in the field." His regular control in place once more, he smoothed the folds of his jacket before sitting down. "Care to bring a light to this situation?"

"Lester," Danny paused, struggling for words, "it's true, and it's bad. I was on the force for years and I've never seen something this gruesome. He was almost torn apart by the time we got there, but they, whatever they were, looked human."

Alina shot Lester a glare, "Now do you believe me? And no, Danny, not human," she said, looking over at him, "they may look human from head to toe, but they are not."

Leaning forward, Lester frowned, "Let's say, for just a moment, that I believe your outlandish story. What exactly are we dealing with here?"

"What they are, are abominations to mankind." Alina's face was grim as she spoke, "I've dealt with them over the past few years and I had thought I was done with them. While we never had an appropriate name for them, most people saw them as Vampyres."

Danny looked to Lester and back. "What do you mean by Vampyres?" He asked.

"Blood suckers and flesh eaters, mostly." She began popping her left knuckle as she thought, seemingly unaware of it while she spoke. "But they aren't the undead, they don't react to sunlight, or religious symbols, and, as we all know, Vampyres only exist in books."

Folding his arms, Danny took a breath and let it out slowly, "So, what can we expect if more of them come through the anomaly?"

"If there are more of them," She ground her teeth, " and I pray there aren't. Well, think of how we found your friend there, how much flesh he was missing. As I told Lester before, not only do they feed, they torture."

She turned again to Lester, hands on her hips, "If your superiors said to bring me in under false pretences-."

"Then they must know more about what's going on," Danny finished for her.

"Yes," Lester said, "I believe we were all coming to that conclusion." He reached for a folder on his desk, "It would appear that I have some phone calls to make. While I'm trying to make sense of all this mess, you two had better clean yourselves up."

They started for the door, but paused as he said, "Although that reminds me, which team member did you say it was that you found?"

Down on the main floor of the ARC, work had returned to normal as the yelling from Lester's office had settled down; Abby scanned the crowd of busy people.

Sarah glanced up from her project, "Something wrong Abby?"

Abby turned to her, a growing look of concern on her face, "Where's Connor?"

Now that you've read this, please review and tell me what you think, good or bad. I'm open to listening, especially since this is my first fanfic.

It may take me a bit to put Chapter 3 up, since I'm working out a few kinks still.