The place was empty.
Dan walked in, "Just because they didn't go out the front door doesn't mean they didn't leave." He started to creep around the building in his flip-flops, checking all the exits to see if anyone had gone out in the past three hours. They hadn't, "They're here somewhere…"
"Hey, Come check this out three eye's."
"Whatchya got?"
Jack was standing over by the alter, "Blood." He was still scanning around, on edge, "You want to come here and do that magic you do?"
Dan dipped a tentative finger in the substance. He grimaces. Bodily fluids were touchy things for his psychometry. Bodily fluids were once part of a person, emotions, thoughts, and convolutions that weren't there like they should have been. It just became 'dead matter' once it left the body, "It's vampire, I think? It's not like normal blood anyway. It's pretty old."
Because of his psychometry, Dan missed it, but Jack heard the click loud and clear, "SHIT!" He pushed Dan back...hard.
Jack was gone, and a hole was in his place. It appeared they had been standing on a trap door.
Dan scrambled up from his back and looked over the edge. He couldn't see the bottom, but he could hear gunshots and echoes of fighting and yelling coming form below, "Fuck you! Get your hands off me! I'll kill all you shits! No! Let go meat sack!"
"Oh hell." He couldn't leave Jack down there. Dan was bracing himself to jump in before he noticed some footprints disappearing behind a tapestry across the dusty church floorboards, "What do we have here?"
It was a stairwell spiraling down.
"I'm coming Jack Attack. Just hang on." He started descending as quickly as possible keeping his eyes peeled as best as someone unaccustomed to firearms and tactical inexperienced can be. Bar fights and boxing were one thing, this was another. All he had were his wits. Luckily, he had plenty of those. The echoing sound of his flip-flops slapping against his feet followed him down.
Near the bottom, he started to hear faint voices. Dan slowed down to listen, "But brother, he took out six of our brothers and sisters. His not one of the holy, surely."
Another, heavier, voice, "Worry not dear brother all will be well. Their sacrifices will not be in vain. He is the last one."
The detective deduced they were guards. He was just out of sight around the corner at the bottom of the stairs now. He stole a glance in the middle of their conversation. They looked like normal enough people. They were wearing street clothes with simple robes pulled over. The bigger one though, he seemed tainted somehow. Dan wasn't sure how, but that guy made him just a little uneasy.
