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Disclaimer- I do not own the legend or movie Sleepy Hollow. I just borrow the characters from time to time.

Witch's Blood

Revelation

Watchhouse of the New York City Constabulary

The high constable was yelling at me yet again. "I cannot believe you fainted again, Crane! It is a wonder you did not lose your own head in Sleepy Hollow! I do not have time to deal with your squeamishness. This is the fifth body brought in like this since you left for Sleepy Hollow." The high constable's last comment caught my interest and I interrupted his tirade.

"The fifth?" I questioned.

"Yes, all of the victims have been male, but as to what killed them has remained a mystery." I needed to examine that body. An autopsy was the only way to find out if my suspicions about the cause of death were correct.

"Sir, if you will allow me to examine the body I can determine the cause of death."

"No, Crane! I will not allow you to hack up his body!"

"But, sir," I protested, "I was able to solve my case in Sleepy Hollow by doing an autopsy."

"No, Crane and that's final!"

I cannot believe I am doing this. Defying the high constable and going in search of the body. I have no choice, I must find out more about why he died. At last I located the deceased man's body and proceeded to examine him more closely. As I first saw in the alley, the puncture wounds were the only marks on the man. Taking one of my instruments out of my bag, I made a small cut on his arm. My eyes opened wide when no blood came out of the cut. It was what I had feared. The man had no blood left in his body. I quickly put my instrument away and did the best I could to hide the fact that I had been there. Once I left the watchhouse, I quickly headed for home, anxious to talk to Katrina and tell her about what I had discovered. A vampire was on the loose in New York. I did not want to believe it, but after seeing a headless horseman chop off heads; I could not deny the possibility.

Once I got home, I was glad for once to see that Katrina had waited up for me. "Welcome home, Ichabod." She said and gave me a kiss on the lips. That one kiss seemed to wipe away all my tension and I quickly relaxed as we sat on the couch.

"Is young Masbath asleep?" I asked.

"Yes, he wanted to stay up and wait for you to return, but I convinced him to go to sleep. What happened tonight, Ichabod? You look troubled."

I immediately told her what had happened and of my conclusions. I was hoping that Katrina might be able to prove me wrong. I wanted her to tell me that vampires did not exist. However, I did not get my wish.

"I think you are right Ichabod. Only a vampire could have done what you described to that man." Her admission that vampires existed shook me and I started to tremble.

"Ichabod, what's wrong?" Katrina pulled me into her arms and gazed down at me with concern etched into her face.

"I had a dream a few nights ago where I was a little boy again. I thought I was with my mother, but she changed into this red haired woman with green eyes. She trapped me and told me she would find me in the living world, that my mother's spells could hide me no longer. She said that she would have the witch's blood and then... and then she showed her fangs and brought them towards my neck. I woke up before she could bite me. I am afraid that the vampire that is out there killing is the one from my dream."

"Ichabod, why did you not tell me sooner? You are in grave danger!"

"What do you mean Katrina?"

"Your mother was a white witch, Ichabod. Since she is no longer alive, the vampire is going after you to get the magic that is flowing through your veins!"

"Impossible!" I shouted jumping off the couch. "I...I have no magic!" It was ridiculous! My mother was the one who danced on the air. I never showed signs of having her gift.

"Ichabod, you must have inherited her power! There is no other explanation for your dream!"

"No, Katrina! I am a normal man!" I yelled wishing I could smash something to release the anger inside me. Just then, there was a crash behind me. I turned around to see the vase that had been sitting on top of the fireplace shattered all over the wooden floor. "Who did this?" I whispered. I knew the answer but I refused to believe it.

"You did." Katrina answered.

To be continued...

I know bad place to stop, but it's late and I figured small post is better than no post at all, considering I haven't written anything in over five months. cough, cough The vampires will be in the next chapter I promise. Feel free to review my story. Any advice is welcome. Until next time, see ya!