" Trevor... ooooooohhhhh.... right there" moaned Cathy Witlock, a large smile stretching across her face.
It was late Friday Night, the football game was over and star cornerback Trevor Connell and his girlfriend Cathy Witlock had driven out to the Santa Monica Mountains so that Trevor could run a few patterns in the backseat of his Explorer.
The pair lay in the back both enjoying an after sex cigarette, Trevor toying with Cathy's thong, " That was great" said Cathy, " shit you really have great stamina."
" I'm a cornerback, I have to be able to go the distance" said Trevor, a big jackass grin on his face.
" You did indeed" said Cathy.
Trevor sat up and found his Tommy Jeans, " Where you going baby?" asked Cathy.
" Gotta take a piss" said Trevor.
" You really need to drink less at the after game party" said Cathy.
" Don't worry" said Trevor, " when I get back we can see if we can score again."
Cathy smiled, " Trust me baby, we definitely can."
Trevor climbed out the right rear passenger door and started into the woods. Cathy rummaged through her jeans looking for another cigarette when she heard a strange howl. Cathy had heard coyotes howl before, but this was very different. A coyote howl didn't fill her with an unexplainable sense of dread. Cathy felt very uncomfortable and tugged her tank top and thong back on. She nervously smoked another cigarette wondering why Trevor hadn't returned. After the second cigarette Cathy opened the door and shouted, " Trevor!?! Where the fuck are you?"
Cathy could hear something moving around just out of sight. " Trevor, quit being a dick and get in here so you can put your dick in me" teased Cathy.
The noise stopped, " Trevor?" she asked.
Cathy was getting pissed quickly, she smirked if he was going to be an ass maybe he'll enjoy being an ass walking all the way back to Encino. Cathy started to poke around for the keys and only then realized they were in Trevor's pocket. Cathy got out of the car and slipped her jeans and boots on. " Okay Trev" she said, " let's play hide and seek."
Cathy started into the woods, " Come on Trevor" said Cathy.
Suddenly Cathy heard a noise to her left, then in front of her. Cathy started sneaking towards the source of the sound; she wanted to scare him good. Cathy stumbled over something and fell into something terrible sticky and hot. " Fuck" she growled, thinking she fell into shit.
Cathy pulled her Bic Lighter out and flicked it for some light. Cathy began to scream; there was blood and lumps of guts all around her. Cathy shrieked louder and louder when she saw the Tommy Label in the human wreckage. Then something slammed into Cathy, hard and sharp. Cathy felt hot burning pains arch through her back, setting all her nerves on fire. Cathy hit the ground; she groaned in pain, her limbs felt like they weighed a ton when she tried to move them. Cathy felt teeth clamp on her neck and heard a snap before darkness enveloped her.

Detective Melinda Esperanza took the last drag off her cigarette before tossing it into the flower bed next to Detective Sergeant Jenna Wilcox's house. Melinda rang the bell and waited.
Jenna heard the doorbell; she climbed out of bed and stumbled for the door. Jenna unlocked the door and opened it. " Mel" groaned Jenna.
" You look like shit" said Melinda, " and you smell like it too."
" Fuck off" grumbled Jenna, still drunk.
" What happened?" asked Melinda, walking inside, so the neighbors would get to see Jenna naked for free.
" Lynn left me last night" said Jenna, " after three years together that bitch fucking leaves me for some college professor, fucking bitch. Why are you smoking? I thought we quit."
" We are needed in West Hollywood" said Melinda.
" I'm off rotation" said Jenna.
" Captain's orders" said Melinda, " this... it is just awful."
Jenna nodded, " Give me a minute" she said.

Melinda pulled up to the Amethyst Springs, where an army of police cars and ambulances surrounded the store, barricades and officers tried to keep the throng of curious onlookers away. Jenna put in eye drops in and got out of the car. Melinda led her around back where an ashen Dr. Kevin Arculeta was standing by the dumpster almost ready to puke. " Is it that bad?" asked Jenna.
Kevin nodded; Jenna took a deep breath and walked in.
Jenna was assaulted by something her eight years on the force could never have prepared her to see. What was once a girl lay in a great pool of blood, her body mangled to the point where all Jenna could say for certain was that she was blonde and a woman. Blood was splattered all over the walls like a sick Picasso painting. The worse thing about the entire scene was the poor girl's face, her eyes were missing and only two black cavities remained, her cheeks were slit open giving her a sick smile. Jenna's head was swimming in the putrid air; she hurried out to get her breath. " Holy fucking shit" said Jenna, now fully cured of her hangover, " what the fuck, who the fuck."
" We have no fucking clue" said Melinda, " shop owner next door called it when he saw the blood seeping through the wall."
" Kevin, any ideas?" asked Jenna.
" The fucker is sick" said Kevin, " I think he painted the walls with his fingers, might be useable prints from that."
" It is probably safe to say that this is not the work of a jealous boyfriend" said Jenna, " all right, seal it all off. Get the forensic guys in there and go over everything, upstairs, downstairs, in the store, in the dumpster, I want every print, hair, fiber, blood stain, get it all. I do not want to even think that we have a new Nightstalker here."
Kevin nodded, " God this beats them all" he said, " poor girl."
" What was her name?" asked Jenna.
" Christine Marsh" said Melinda, " 20, opened the store about a month ago."
Jenna shook her head, " Family?" she asked.
" Still checking" said Melinda, " found a 38 Smith and Wesson at the base of the stairs, looks like she heard the noise came down from the apartment above and he grabbed her. I just pray it was over before he started that sick shit."
" Mel, lets go for a drive to West Hollywood station, I want a list of all the break-ins in this area for the last six months, and I need to get the hell away from this" said Jenna, " Kevin, do you're best."
" I hope to have this done this afternoon" said Kevin, " this makes we worry about us as a species you know."
" No shit" said Jenna, " no fucking shit."

Malcolm walked into Smiling Jack's Billiards and Bar Supply with the morning's bagels in hand. " Morning Mal" said Ophelia, still sporting a bright shining black eye.
" Looks good" said Malcolm.
" Thank you" said Ophelia with a smirk, " before you sit, there is a lady out front."
" Brunette, glasses?" asked Malcolm.
" And 40DDs" said Ophelia, " I swear I think it is Fujiko is disguise."
" Who?" asked Malcolm.
" Anime character" said Ophelia, " I really need to show some of that to you one of these days, I think you would like it."
" Oh the stuff Jack watches" said Malcolm, " maybe one day."
Malcolm walked into the show room where Maresa Chillton was waiting cleaning her blue steel rectangular glasses. " Good morning Malcolm" she said, " we had an attack in the Santa Monica Mountains last night. Two teens were torn to ribbons."
" Lupines?" asked Malcolm.
" Judging by the ferocity of the attack yes" said Maresa.
" But it has been years since one has ever dared venture this close to a populated area" said Malcolm.
" Times are changing" said Maresa, " you have the contacts in that area, my father says to be careful, we don't want another Mount Hood incident."
" You know me, I'm a soul of caution" said Malcolm.
" Just don't get killed" said Maresa.
Maresa left, and everybody spilled out of the backroom, " A werewolf? In the Santa Monica Mountains?" asked Jack, " Christ I better start brewing the silver bullets."
" Who is she?" asked Ophelia, " Ebenezer's wife or his daughter?"
" Daughter from marriage 1" said John, " his wife I think might be a year younger than her."
" And what the hell happened at Mount Hood?" asked Ophelia.
" Few decades back up around Mount Hood Washington had a rash of werewolf attacks on hikers in that area, we sent in a team but they found the wolves started organizing and working as a team. In the end we just let Mount St Helens take care of it" said Jack, " something you won't find in the Greatest Victories of the Chosen coffee table book."
" I read that werewolves try to avoid human contact because of their small numbers and certainty of death if spotted" said Ophelia.
" This boy must be different" said John.
Charity Li walked in the front door, " Hey guys, I miss something?" she asked.
" No" said Malcolm, " but we need you to watch the story for a few days while we go werewolf hunting."
" Okay, I might make a few minor changes to help increase our cash inflow" said Charity, " but you won't notice it."
" Just don't touch my work shop, some of the bottles may bite" said Jack.
Charity gave a wise ass salute, " I know to stay well the hell away from your spice rack Jackie" she said.

Maresa Chillton parked close to the gate, she was going to have a talk about their meeting places. Maresa climbed out of her car and walked up to the gate. She walked into 10050 Cielo Drive; she could feel the fear still floating about the property. She was there standing by the fence, Maresa walked over and smirked, " Why do we meet here?" asked Maresa.
" Decent enough place, besides not like anybody is going to bother us" said Celestine Blanchard.
" What's up?" asked Maresa.
" You've really managed to piss Dante off this time" said Celestine, " I would stay low for awhile."
" I knew this was coming" said Maresa, " I managed to send the group that knocked the farm over out to the mountains to chase werewolves, hopefully things will cool down by the time they get back."
" Now I have a question for you" said Celestine, " I've been searching for a person in a black cloak with a blank white mask."
" That is new to me" said Maresa, " you think it might be a Conclave mage?"
" They are behind the times, but that is too much" said Celestine, " I'm also tracking some guy that has a big green demon tattoo that has been frequenting vamp places. Have you heard about any new independent contractors in town?"
" This city is infested with them, if I had my way we would put a GPS locator up their asses and follow them wherever they go" said Maresa, " it is possible but I usually only hear about them after they do something."
" We make a strange pair don't we" said Celestine.
" What the fact that you're a vampire and I've spent my entire life in an organization whose sole purpose it destroy you?" asked Maresa, " no not really."
" I don't think I can ever thank you for saving my ass all those years ago" said Celestine.
" Think nothing of it" said Maresa, " you've long ago paid that debt off."
Years ago Celestine was ambushed by several rather nasty vampire bikers from the Satan's Storm Troopers motorcycle gang and beaten to a point where she entered the Agony. The Agony is a state where a vampire's body is unable to endure the non-lethal injuries they have suffered and they enter a comatose state. Celestine's beaten body was found in a ditch on the side of Interstate 15 between Los Angeles and Las Vegas by Maresa who was coming home after a long weekend of gambling and partying. Maresa bundled the near dead girl up and hid her in a secret room in her father's mansion and nursed her back to health with bottled virgin blood. This created a friendship between the unlikely pair that was stronger than any other.
The pair sat on the railing watching LA twinkle below, they talked about movies, and TV until Maresa's cell phone went off. Maresa sighed and said, " Keep in touch, we really need to get together when it isn't a major catastrophe."
" Sounds good, maybe I'll give you a call this week" said Celestine.
Maresa climbed back into her car and answered her cell phone. " Maresa" it was her dad, and he was very unhappy, " you have to come back now, I have some very interesting news."
" I'm on my way" said Maresa, " I'm probably fifteen minutes away."
Maresa put her car in gear and made her way through the switchbacks to her mansion. She parked the car and her father was already out of the door. " I just got this note" said Ebenezer Chillton, handing her a note.
To Ebenezer Chillton- The Order of the Holy Cross is returning to re-establish a presence in the City of Los Angeles. Be advised our representative will arrive at your residence tomorrow to discuss the situation.
Michael Delacroix, Cardinal.
" They're coming back?" asked Maresa, " my god they've been gone since the 60s. What are they up to?"
" At least my suspicions aren't just paranoid delusions of old age" said Ebenezer, " I think I have to start talking to our contacts in the Vatican again, hell why now? Do those bastards know something we don't?"
" When they were here in the 60s they gave you grey hair, maybe now they want you to lose it?" joked Maresa.
" If that is all they are going to do I'm all for it" said Ebenezer, " but I doubt it will be that easy."
" We will just have to wait and find out" said Maresa.