The small Leer jet landed after midnight at the Burbank Airport. Father Mathew Carpenter and Brother Shane Harris watched as the plane slowly came to a stop. " I do not like this" said Mathew, " we don't need their kind here, we can handle this situation ourselves."
The door slowly opened and a figure clad in black descended the stairs. Shane was shocked, he never knew that they looked like good. He wasn't sure what to expect but this wasn't it. He looked over at Father Mathew, his was full of ticks, he was a prideful man and when they sent a specialist to deal with the problem it was a clear assertion that they didn't believe he could handle this without serious help, and it was driving him insane. " Welcome to Los Angeles" said Mathew, his hands clenched tightly together behind his back, " I'm Father Mathew Carpenter."
" Drusilla Du Pri" she said in a flat tone.
She was dressed all in black, her skin alabaster white, the only colourful thing about her was her piercing blue eyes. They seemed to be able to see straight through without any effort, " Please take me to my rooms" she said, " I am tired."
" Certainly" said Mathew, " I have supplied all the needed information, it is waiting for you in your room."
" I have already read the reports on the flight over" she said, " I need to rest."
They escorted the petite assassin to the car, Shane was both fascinated and unnerved by her. She climbed in and nearly disappeared in the rear of the car.

Jenna could hear the commotion outside the Homicide squad room and pulled her drawer open for her aspirin. " I hate this" said Melinda, taking the bottle from Jenna before she could open it.
" Yah, the press have gotten wind of it, no help our latest vic was a porn star" said Melinda, dry swallowing two pills.
" Are you ready?" asked Captain James McCloud.
Both shook their heads, " Don't worry just stick to the written statement and then run" said James.
Jenna and Melinda both looked at the prepared statements prepared for their adventure with the press. " Shall we?" asked Melinda.
" Why not" said Jenna, " sooner we finish with this the sooner we can actually get back to work."
The pair walked from the squad room into the press room to confront the glaring lights and clicking cameras of the media.
A single death in Los Angeles most people count their blessings that it wasn't them and then go on with their lives but when two people are killing in the same brutal fashion the press charges in and terrifies everyone with their reporting of rumors and half truths. " Early this morning Morton Gruznic better known as Randy Steele was slain in his home. Some have put forth that there are parallels between this case and the death of Christie Marsh earlier this month we can not say for sure if that is the case or this is just a copycat crime" said Jenna, her hands gripping the podium, " there is no need for alarm but we do ask the citizens of Los Angeles to remain vigilante in the next few weeks while we are investigating."
" Are you say that the two crimes aren't related" said a voice from the mass of reporters.
" We aren't saying they are but we haven't ruled it out yet" said Melinda, " we've been investigating this crime for only 8 hours."
" Does the second victim's occupation make you believe this is some sort of religious connection to the killings?" shouted another.
The comment made everyone laugh at the silliness of the question. " And with that enlightened theory we conclude our press conference, you will find our statement with the press liaison officer on your way out" said Melinda.
The pair quickly scurried back into the squad room, " You think he was right?" asked Melinda, " about the religious angle?"
" If he is then the killer will have ample targets" said Jenna, " you really think this guy is some religious maniac?"
" No, but it makes you think" said Melinda.
" Let's go ask the ex Mrs Morton Gruznic if he was a religious man" said Jenna.

Southwest of Parker center, just blocks from the campus of the University of California: Los Angeles was a coffee shop called Stompin' Grounds. It was your average college coffee shop, flies all over the walls, students crammed into the small tables, some reading books, other typing away on laptops but the majority were socializing over the store's brewed drinks. Behind the coffee shop was an old rusted steel stairway that led up to a door with a piece of paper taped to the window in the door that read, Van Helsing Society: Beware What Bumps In The Night.
Inside was a simple three room office setup, a reception room that had barely been touched in the fifteen years since the building was built, the only item in the room was a reception desk that was bolted to the floor and so heavily covered it dust that the original cream colour was hidden by grey. Inside the next room lay the lair of the Van Helsing Society, a group of college students dedicated to documenting the activities of the supernatural in Los Angeles. The room was a maze of computer equipment, storage boxes, second hand furniture and one a giant sized map of Los Angeles hung on the back wall with dozens of multicoloured pins, representing areas of supernatural activity, stuck in it.
Jonathan Haine was sitting at his computer, a copy of Dragon Monthly, the official Dungeons and Dragons magazine in his hands, but the article on how to build your own water nymph for live action playing, but on the exposed black lace thong of Raven Nightshade the only female member of the group. She was digging through a box of old case files trying to find where she lost her lucky bookmark. She might not be one for keeping the place clean and organized but she was certainly nice to look at. Jonathan continued to watch the thong wiggle when the door burst open and the leader of the Van Helsing Society, Edward Millnic, can running in making Raven leapt to her feet. " I have a huge scoop" wheezed Edward.
Edward pulled out his inhaler and took a deep breath. " What is it?" asked Raven.
" You remember Death Cloud?" asked Edward, " the hacker that gives all the tabloids the flight plans of celebrities passed me this amazing tidbit."
Edward drew out a folded up piece of paper and dropped it on the table. " Remember that UseNet article from Miami two years ago about vampire named Ricardo Venezzi, he was some sort of vampire hitman, well look at that" said Edward, almost jumping up and down with every word.
Jonathan and Raven both looked at the flight manifest and saw Ricardo Venezzi along with six other names circled. " We have vampire hitmen in LA" said Edward, " I want a report on the webpage in twenty minutes."
Jonathan spun around in his chair and started typing.

Beth walked into the used music store, yah bet you can play a lot of music out of those water pipes behind the counter. Beth walked over to the counter and leaned over making sure her breasts pushed a little further from her top. " Hey baby" said the surfer burned out behind the counter.
" Hey" said Beth, trying not to gag on the stench the guy put off, " I'm looking for Chris Fontain."
" What do you want?" barked the owner, who nearly flew out of the back room.
" I'm looking for him" said Beth, " met him at club a couple nights back, he never gave me his phone number."
" You a cop?" he asked.
Beth looked at her tattooed arms, " You think the cops would hire somebody like me?" asked Beth, " he a wanted man? Because rebels are my kind of men."
The owner roughly grabbed Beth's arm, " Hey!" she yelped as the owner tried to rub her tattoos off.
" Just checking" he said, " Chris has had problems with the cops before, you aren't his type, your breasts are too real and you actually look like you eat well what do you want with my sister's boy?"
" I heard he knew a girl named Christie Marsh" said Beth.
" Chris has been laying low in Highland Park" said the surfer, " he's been hanging with some weird dudes after he came back from San Diego."
" I sent him some money to a placed called Highland Commons Apartments" the owner said.

Charity growled and continued typing, Dante was being more of a pain to trace than usual. He hasn't once used the phone since they got word the Black Hand where coming to town. Charity looked at the clock, it was almost 6 and she was rolling snake eyes. Charity looked back at the computer, she was in serious need of a laugh. She opened her Internet Browser and typed www.VanHelsing.com.
Charity's eyes got big and her mouth dropped open when she saw the headline on the webpage: Vampire Assassin In Los Angeles. Charity read intently, this was impossible, this place use to be a laugh for Charity, it became even a bigger laugh when she learned the truth but this just couldn't be, these jokers actually got some real news. Charity finished the article, hurriedly scribbling down a few facts. Charity turned to her computer, she had a name, now let's hope he rented a car.

" Yes, OH YES!! HARDER! YES! Shove it in, shove it in deeper! DEEPER!" shrieked Margaret Dalton, aka Candy Staxxs, the former Mrs Randy Steele.
Jenna and Melinda stood off in the corner trying their best not to laugh at the scene that was before them. They were in a Chatsworth warehouse where it felt like it was two degree hotter than the surface of the sun watching four guys have sex with Candy as two hairy sweaty guys filmed it. " Truly beauty and the beast" giggled Melinda, making reference to the men in front of and behind the camera.
Finally the scene was over, the 5 foot tall director yelling cut and striding over to the two ladies. " This is a close set, we take auditions next week" he said, lighting up a cigar that was nearly as thick as his wrist.
" Sorry, we're detectives" said Jenna.
" Fuck this, its entrapment, no way I'm not holding that shit no more, fuck I'm clean, I follow the fucking rules and keep the drugs way the fuck away" he said.
" It's about Randy Steele" said Melinda.
" Oh, I didn't like the guy, I mean he had a big prick but he was an even bigger prick" said the director, " Candy, these detectives want to talk to you about Randy."
Candy walked over wiping her nude body dry with a towel, " It is a real fucking shame he is dead" said Candy, " now I'm going to get a penny from him."
" You sound really broken up" said Jenna, " where were you yesterday morning?"
" Funny" said Candy, " I was at home with a headache, look I was almost going to crack open his hidden bank account and get the money I deserved, no fucking way I ace that shit."
" He have any enemies, besides yourself?" asked Melinda.
" I didn't float in his circles" said Candy, " and I mean float, like the shit he was."
" If you hate him so much why did you marry him?" asked Jenna.
" Jagermeister" said Candy, " we were in Vegas shooting a movie, I had never met him before, and then I thought he was kinda cute and could fuck my brains out. We go out for a few drinks and a few more, and I wake up two days later married to him. I was 18, I thought it was sweet and I wanted it to work."
" How long did you marriage last?" asked Melinda.
" Six months" said Candy, " I learned that actors, even shitty porn actors can hide who they really are a little better than normal guys that don't shave their nuts."
" When was the last time you saw him?" asked Melinda.
" Week and a half ago" said Candy, " at the office of my attorney. We had another ten round bout over my alimony."
" Did you really need his money that bad?" asked Jenna.
" No, I make more in one picture than that shit makes in ten" said Candy, " I just wanted to fuck him in the ass so he could see how it feels. Talk to the sleaze that hired him for his last picture, Elmore Lewis, that one man freak show runs his studio about four blocks from here. Marrying him was a mistake, and what happened to him, well let's just say it doesn't surprise me. Randy wasn't A-List, shit he wasn't even C-List these days, he would work for anybody no matter how mobbed up or sleazy."
" What wasn't he C-List?" asked Jenna.
" Randy thought he was the next John Holmes, he probably was, he had the size and the really stupid luck" said Candy, " he put himself into a couple of wrong beds, namely the bed of Janway King's daughter. Pissing off one of the biggest producers in this business fucks your career hard. Now look I got another gangbang coming up, and I got to do some yoga or I'm going to be sore as shit."
" We're done" said Jenna, " he have any overly admiring fans."
" What the meat? This isn't rock, guys like Randy are just stand ins nobody knows them or cares" said Candy.
Candy walked back to the set, " That was fun" said Melinda, " maybe it's the heat but I feel especially slimy."
" It isn't the heat" said Jenna, " I want out of here."

They drove four blocks down to a small office building, Room 415 was Lewis Talent Agency but it read Lwis Tant Agcy from all the letters that had fallen off the board. The four flight walk was brutal, the cheap building's air barely kept rippled the stifling heat. Breathless the pair threw the door open, hot and tired they wanted this done quick.
Elmore Lewis almost leapt from the chair, the fat bearded man was sweating like a ham in the oven, " You vice?" he asked, " narc?"
" Homicide" said Jenna, " talk fast swine."
" Don't forget to whip your nose first" said Melinda as the pair came in close.
Elmore reached for his nose, " I ain't using" he said, " honest, you guys are here about Randy right? I tell you everything I know about Randy and you go away, right?"
" Depends" said Jenna, " talk."
" Randy came to me, I knew he was hard up, I put him to work. He wasn't easy but he was a lot better than the usual guys I get" said Elmore, his words being fired out like bullets from a machine gun as he slowly soaked in sweat, his eyes bouncing back and forth between the two women, " the last day I saw him was Wednesday, he was supposed to do a shoot but he called it quits just before we were about to shoot. I knew it had something to do with the two guys that came by on Saturday, one guy was huge I mean bouncer from hell huge, had this freaky shit green monster tatt on his arm, the other guy was Chris Fontain. Fontain use to run errands for me of the controlled substance kind, he went upstate for a couple of years on some burglary charge and then comes back with King fucking Kong. They talk to Randy, out back. Randy comes back in, totally limp. Not even our special treatment gets him up, so he goes home."
" Where is Fontain?" asked Melinda.
" Fuck if I know" said Elmore, " he is fucked, no way I use him anymore. Besides that fucking monster with him made me think he has better employment. He was wearing this weird fucking medallion around his neck."
" He have an accent?" asked Jenna.
" Fuck he is Orange, what fucking accent would he have" said Elmore.
" Stay out of trouble, and if they ever come back, call the cops" said Melinda.
" Fuck I hope not" said Elmore.

Charity watched as the print out slowly exited the printer. She watched it drop into the basket and she proceeded to do a victory dance around the room. She had a lead, she was the best hacker in the business. Now it was time to get a hold of the others.