Okay, so here is chapter 3. It's very Faith centered, but I'll get back to Bosco in the next one.

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"Es gibt viele Menschen, die sich einbilden, was sie erfahren, verstünden sie auch." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

She was dying.

Faith had no doubt as to that fact. She wasn't in pain anymore. That's what dying is supposed to be like, isn't it? No pain, no sorrow. Just happiness. And she was feeling great. She'd never felt like this before. The closest feeling was maybe the state of awareness you experience while having an adrenaline rush or after taking drugs. Maybe she was high, she thought amused. After a life of fighting against drug dealers, she had to die high.

But then again that was impossible. She hadn't taken drugs. And now that she was thinking about it, she was strangely hungry. Hungry and dead? Faith thought it to be a kinda weird concept.

She decided to try and open her eyes. If it worked she was not dead, if it did not work she was going to start looking for heaven.

First she tried to remember what to do, when raising an eyelid, but before she could think about it, her eyes opened and the glaring light blinded her.

Okay, so she was not dead.

Next she wanted to find out if she could move her arm, however there was something strange about her surroundings. She was in the alley where the guy had attacked her, it had been relatively silent there, for New York anyway, and now there was a cacophony of sounds. Cars, honking, sirens, people screaming, she could even make out water rolling in waves onto the beach. This couldn't really be, unless she'd been moved, so she sat up not even realizing that she hadn't even been sure if she was alive half a minute ago.

She was definitely where she thought she would be, but still the noise was too irritating to be so far off.

Faith got to her feet ever so lightly. She was astounded as to her speed and agility. It was not the fact that she expected to be hurting after the attack, but she felt stronger than ever.

She now seriously doubted her sanity. And things didn't get better when she saw the red spot on the ground exactly where her head had lain a few seconds ago. It smelled like blood, but it had two different flavors. One had a kinda muddy scent, it smelled a bit like a rotting body, the other was sweet and smelled delicious.

She caught herself thinking about how it would feel if she tasted that on her tongue. Immediately she knew that this was an absolutely disgusting image, that she should not think about blood in this way, hell, she wasn't even supposed to smell blood like that.

She brushed her hand through her hair and noticed something even stranger. When she looked at her hand she couldn't make out the faint scar that always reminded her of the accident in a diner.

She and Bosco had responded to a call and had arrived only to find dead people and a very shaken waitress. She'd slipped and cut her finger on some broken glass. It was the day before Fred won the truck and she realized that he was not the man she'd fallen in love with. And it was the day before Bosco had stared at her outfit and said she looked sexy, she remembered with a smile.

But now the scar was gone. Maybe she was not dead, but dreaming, she thought, but was interrupted by the sound of approaching steps. Instinctively she spun around and looked straight down the barrel of a gun.

"Ma'am, please follow me," a deep voice said.

Faith squinted, because the light was blinding her, but all she could discern was the man's form and the two other guys standing behind him. She thought about what to do. Playing for time seemed the best option now. Maybe she could distract him and reach for her own weapon.

"Look, I'm a police officer. It would be better if you'd just let me go. My colleagues will find me eventually and that will cause you a lotta trouble," she pacified her opponent, hands raised just like she'd learned in the Academy, but all the response she got was a snarl and a remark she didn't quite understand:

"Great, a cop. I'm gonna kill that bastard who did this. Now it's even more complicated."

What the hell did he mean by this? Who did what exactly? Faith decided she would worry about that later, now she looked for her bag and her gun as unsuspiciously as possible, but without any success.

"Your gun is over here, ma'am. It won't do you any good. Please follow me and I will take you to someone who will explain everything to you," the voice pressed on.

Explain what exactly? She didn't know what he was talking about, but she got the feeling that the silhouette was serious. Maybe it was better to follow him and find out more. She hesitated.

"Please, Officer," he pleaded now. "I don't want to shoot you, but if you do not follow us, we will have to terminate you. There is too much staked on your coming with us."

Faith didn't have any other alternative than to follow him and get in the black SUV. Before the door shut she managed to glance at a white transporter with the inscription "The Cleaner. Houses, gardens, streets. We do it all."

Weird, she thought. What kind of company would clean streets?

As soon as they drove away from the curb, her opponent lowered his gun and stowed it in a box beside him. Faith briefly considered making a run for it; however she was surprised when he addressed her:

"By the way, I'm Karl Eldran. I'm sorry that I had to force you to come with us, but it is really important that we get you off the street right now, Officer. What's your name anyway?

Faith was not as afraid as she thought she should be. Last time she was the hostage, she was scared to death, but maybe that had to do with the fact that Emily was with her then. And she wanted to find out more about this Karl.

"I'm Officer Faith Yokas." She stressed the word "Officer" just to remind him that she was a cop. "I'm with the 55th precinct. Why have you kidnapped me? What's going on?" she asked.

"I'm sorry. I can't tell you, but we're taking you to someone who can, so if you would please be patient for a few minutes more. I understand that you'r probably hungry right now, but Mr. Kostan will explain everything to you." And then he added under his breath: "At least I hope so."

They were now in some upscale neighborhood of New York. Faith had only seen these kinds of houses in magazines and she'd never been in one. Whoever this Mr. Kostan was, he was certainly rich. Maybe a drug dealer.

And regarding what Karl had said, she really was hungry, it was like she hadn't eaten in days. Faith thought about it and it came to her mind that he'd said that it was important to get her off the streets. She looked at her watch. It was now 00:30 so she'd eaten 4 hours ago. There was no way in hell she could be as hungry as a lion after a month without any antelope.

Faith was about to ask Karl where he got the idea of her being hungry, when the car suddenly stopped in front of a red brick house with a black front door and white window frames.

"Officer Yokas? Please don't do anything stupid," Karl warned her before opening the door. "I can assure you one way or the other you will speak to Mr. Kostan. There is nothing you have to fear."

Faith considered her alternatives briefly, but the urge to find out more was too great, so she nodded and followed Karl up the steps to the door. The two other guys followed her, ready to catch her if she tried to escape.

Karl knocked and a minute later a short black woman opened the door.

"Hello Paula. I need to speak to Mr. Kostan. It's important," he added when the woman, Paula apparently, shook her head.

When she made no move to let them in, Karl forced his way through the door, shutting it behind him.

Perfect, Faith thought. She hoped whatever the two where talking about would be solved fast. She was really hungry and if they didn't hurry up she was going to fight her way to the next diner.

Karl was now gesturing wildly at Paula and finally she seemed to agree to whatever he wanted and opened the door.

"Mrs. Yokas, please, come in. I will see to it that Mr. Kostan will receive you," she said warmly. Almost pitiful. Faith wondered why that was, but followed her.

"It's Paula, right?" she asked, "could I have a sandwich or something? I'm quite hungry."

Paula shot an uneasy glance at Karl, but then nodded and hurried away.

"You wait here while I look for Mr. Kostan and tell him about you…" Karl started, but Faith interrupted. What the hell was he thinking? She was not going to wait any longer.

"I won't wait. I'll go with you now. I've got to get home. My husband's waiting for me at home. And I'm damned hungry. So either both you and I go see this Mr. Kostan of yours now, or I'm leaving to get a nice midnight snack."

"Mrs. Yokas, please, will you listen to what I'm saying? It is very important that you talk to Mr. Kostan, but I have to ask him first, if he is willing to do it. And he can get really annoyed. You have two alternatives: I'm going in and you wait here patiently and I promise I'll be back in two minutes, or I'm going in and John and Gary will prevent you from leaving. By force if necessary."

Five minutes later Karl opened the expensive mahogany door and waved at Faith to come in.

She didn't know exactly why she did as she was told, because she had been kidnapped by this guy for god's sake, but she felt that it was important for her to talk to this Kostan guy. It was a weird feeling, being drawn to a criminal to have a nice chat.

The room she entered was filled with furniture that screamed "expensive". The sideboard the sofa, the chairs and table, every single thing was probably worth more than her whole apartment. On the recliner said a young man who looked like he was annoyed like hell. As she entered he got up and sniffed before shaking hands with her.

"Officer Faith Yokas, I presume. My name is Josef Kostan. Please sit down," he said pointing at a chair. Faith sat down and saw that Karl was leaving the room.

"Where's he going?" she asked. Karl seemed like he was reasonable. Maybe she could talk him into releasing her, but the man now sitting across from her didn't appear like you could talk him into anything.

"He has to get back to work. I am now in charge of you. As much as that annoys me, I have to fill you in on your new life. I…,"

"What do you mean, new life?" Faith interrupted, "My life's fine as it is. I'm a cop and if you don't want any other cops to come looking for me I suggest that you release me now."

"I'm afraid I can't do that. It has been my experience that newbies tend to be severely pissed so I don't want you to attack me or something. Just keep cool."

Faith was confused. Why would she attack him, he didn't even smell good. All she wanted right now was something to eat. And get away from here. But before she had time to tell Josef Kostan exactly what she would do to him, he rose.

"I hate to be the one to break it to you, but your life, as you know it, is over."

He paused.

"You've been turned."

Now he was really going nuts. Turned? What kind of joke was this? Maybe Bosco had put them up to this and was sitting right outside laughing up his sleeve. But the words that followed made Faith's head spin, because she immediately knew they were the truth.

"You're a vampire."

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Tata! now you know it. for all who don't Josef Kostan is the cool vampire from Moonlight. that wonderful series that got cancelled after the first season.

This story will center around the guys from the 55 it's just that I used the vampire background from Moonlight

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