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To everyone reading, including the lurkers :), sorry for not posting during the weekend, but some reviews gave me a few ideas I just had to incorporate in the sequels…

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Night had fallen when Gibbs sat on a bench in the middle of Forest Park. It was pitch black because he, Bill and the other vampires had disabled every single light and video camera for several blocks around the park. They couldn't risk being seen, and they also hoped the complete darkness would keep any passer-by away from the area. The complete darkness didn't bother him for vampires, used to being nocturnal predators, had perfect night vision.

The park was deserted, but for Gibbs and the four other vampires hiding between the trees. He had chosen that place because one morning, as he was driving to work, he had seen a notice warning people manure would be spread on the 28th to fertilize the plants. He knew that the strong stench would keep the homeless looking for a place to bunk for the night away from the park.

As it was, the strong smell would also help to disguise Bill and the other vampires' scent. The trap had been perfectly laid—now they just needed for their prey to spring it.

As he waited, Gibbs thought about the past handful of days and how much his life had changed since the morning they had discovered Lt. Winters' body.

Not only had he finally reconnected with his true nature and heritage, but he had done it in Tony's arms. A smile spread on his face as he remembered their early morning lovemaking session before they went to work, but it quickly disappeared as he heard a slight cracking sound.

A moment later a lone figure emerged from the darkness, and the marine in Gibbs assessed him at once. Tall, bulky, with a cocky, even arrogant stride. This vampire knew he was probably walking into a trap, but he wasn't afraid. Gibbs thought this over confidence could be used against him.

He stood up and walked away from the bench, because he wanted to have complete freedom of movement.

His eyes widened in shock as the other vampire approached him and he could see his features.

He knew that face! It was the same one that had haunted him in his nightmares for years—the symbol of the vampire Gibbs never wanted to become. It was the man that had killed Joey Reed's father—which meant that he had gone around killing people for the past 44 years.

But Lt. Winters has been the last, he vowed to himself, even more determined to eliminate the threat the killer posed once for all.

The blond vampire stopped a few feet from Gibbs and gave him the once over before smirking. He was a bit taller and a lot stockier than him, thus he was probably dismissing him as a possible threat. Then, the blond's black eyes narrowed as his nostrils flared.

"I never forget a smell," he drawled. He tilted his head, as if he was trying to remember to whom the scent belonged, then he shook his head. "You didn't learn from me, Pup. Look how old you are, while I haven't aged a year since the day we first met."

"Looks can be deceiving," Gibbs replied, letting his fangs descend, as he started walking in a circle, imitated by the blond.

"I don't think so—you look old and weak, Pup. I bet you haven't drunk in a long time. You respect humans, and so you don't want to harm them. Bulls! Humans are weak, inferior creatures. They exist only to feed us. But I'm not angry, Pup. You probably were raised by fools. As for me, I could kill you without breaking into a sweat, but I'll let you go. I've a soft heart and I still remember with fondness the brave, little child you were. Go home, don't bother me again, I'll make sure I don't kill anymore military men."

"Can't," he answered. "I can't let you free to kill homeless either."

"Why not? They are society rejects. The law-abiding citizens must be glad I rid them of that scum."

Gibbs saw red. "The only reject here is you! And you're also a coward—you don't hunt, you kill people in their sleep, when they can't defend themselves. At least you gave them the chance to escape when I first met you."

The blond's eyes narrowed as he bared his fangs. "I'll show you how I hunt, Pup!" the vampire snarled and rushed forward, charging him.

The former Marine smirked; he had taunted the blond on purpose, wanting to provoke him—and it had worked.

Gibbs easily side stepped as the other tried to tackle him down, and turned around to face the blond with a smirk and a 'Come on, you can do better' look.

The blond roared and charged again, but Gibbs evaded him once more, as he mentally thanked Bill for obliging him to drink. There was no way he could have been so quick on his feet if his knee had still been bothering him. As it was, he had regained all of his vampire-fast reflexes and he kept on jumping away every time his attacker came too close.

"Stop avoiding me, Pup! Be a man and fight!" the blond snarled after another failed assault.

"I'll fight when you catch me," Gibbs replied, calmly.

They continued like that – with the blond attacking and he moving away – until Gibbs saw the opening he had been waiting for.

The other vampire, blind with fury, went after him again, completely unbalanced and he used it to his advantage. He struck out with a kick and a well placed elbow, and when the blond fell, he followed. Gibbs straddled the other vampire's upper chest and, using his weight to keep him down and his legs to immobilize his arms, he took the blond's head between his hands, twisting it as he had been taught in the Corps.

The blond's neck snapped with a loud crack, and he quickly let go of his head. A human would be dead by now, but the other vampire was just unconscious.

Gibbs knew he had to act before the blond regained consciousness. He pulled out his knife and slashed the vampire's throat from ear to ear. Blood spattered on his face, but he refused to taste it. He used his sleeve to clean his mouth, then used the knife to cut deeply into the blond's thighs and wrists. He didn't enjoy what he was doing, but it was the only way. The vampire had to bleed out before he could heal his wounds.

Gibbs heard running steps coming closer—Bill and the others. His friend approached him and patted him on the shoulder, "Well done, Leroy. Quick and painless."

He nodded and then sighed deeply when the blond vampire stopped breathing and his heart ceased beating. It had ended.

Gibbs stood up and cleaned the blade of his knife against the leg of his black trousers as he watched Bill and the others spread a large plastic sheet on the ground. They raised the blond on the sheet, rolled him into the plastic, and then, as three of them carried the bundle toward a nearby truck, Bill took a shovel from a flower bed and used it to spread manure over the blood staining the grass.

Afterward, Bill and Gibbs walked away in amicable silence, until they reached the truck where the others were waiting.

"We'll take care of it. Nobody will ever find this body," Bill said, although it wasn't necessary to voice it aloud.

"And I'll make sure Lt. Winters' murder will end up among our unsolved cases— and, in due time all the records of our investigation will disappear," Gibbs commented with a smirk. It wouldn't take much to make Lt. Winters' murder end among the cold cases: they would investigate the homeless' murders, put the Metro PD on alert because of possible serial killer, but in the end, all these leads would take them nowhere. The killer was gone, there wouldn't be more homicides like Winters' and soon a new case would require their attention.

Bill smiled, with a teasing glint in his eyes. "I'm sorry that Special Agent Gibbs won't be able to add another successfully solved case to his impressive resume."

"No problem; the one person that is always disappointed when we fail to catch a dirtbag will know this case has been resolved off records."

Bill tilted his head, concerned. "Is it wise?"

"Yeah…He knows…everything," Gibbs' face broadened in one of his rare full smiles. "Who do you think has been my donor?"

"Oh." Bill's face brightened. "That's really good, Leroy. I'm so happy for you, my friend. Bring him with you when you come to visit next time, OK?"

"I will."

"Good. I must go now. It takes an hour to go home and Lynn will be still up, waiting for me. She was quite worried."

"Tony too, and I bet by now he has draw a trail around his apartment with his pacing."

Gibbs and Bill embraced briefly, then separated, each of them thinking of the ones who were waiting for them.

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One more chapter to go! Will be it be T rated or M rated? Still working on it…and you can try and influence me…just press the review button and leave me a note….*grins*