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heartless like it was simple to just look the other way because I knew it
wasn’t. I just didn’t know any other way to handle it as a human.
    He
ran his hand through his hair. I could tell it was probably something he did
when he had no clue what to do next. “I want to help you,” he said looking at
me. I could see the determination in his dark brown eyes, and I knew telling
him no wasn’t an option.
    I
sat down across from him and looked at my drink. “People you care about could
die if you get too involved in this. It isn’t a road you should go down
lightly.”
    “Well
lucky for me I don’t have anyone I care about,” he said firmly. I knew by the
look in his eyes I wasn’t going to sway him.
    I
sighed and took his gun out of my waist band and handed it back to him. “This
isn’t going to do anything unless you get silver bullets and those are
expensive and hard to come by. You should get yourself one of these,” I said as
I produced my favorite wooden stake.
    He
took it and examined it. “This is insane,” he said quietly as he played with
the stake.
    “Ya
well, it’s the world we live in. Knives are also good, but make sure they are
silver,” I said; then I tossed my drink back then set the glass on the table
beside me.
    “So
how do you know which ones are good and which are bad?” he asked watching me.
    I
shrugged. “You don’t. You mostly just follow your instincts and kill the ones
that attack first. I need to go look into these murders. I am currently being
harassed by a vampire and werewolf who think I am some sort of leader.”
    He
stood and offered me my stake back. I shook my head. “You keep it, you’re going
to need it if you stick around long enough,” I said amused.
    I
walked out of the office and he followed. I was going to start by having Nick
take me to the place where the crime occurred. That would give me a better idea
of the area, and possibly what I was up against.
    “We
can take my car,” he said as we exited the warehouse.
    I
nodded and followed him. He parked his car a few warehouses over out of sight.
I climbed in and he set off back toward town. “Take me to the crime scene,” I
said quietly as I watched out the window.
    He
nodded and glanced at me. “What does the tattoo mean?”
    “Why?”
I asked not really sure if I wanted to explain.
    He
shrugged. “I just saw a couple of the other people with the same tattoo. I just
thought maybe it was a symbol for some secret organization.” The way he said it
suggested he was poking fun at me.
    “It
is, we are called the renegades. The hunter and vampire councils don’t take
kindly to us. I would also appreciate it if you didn’t mention that, or the
location of the warehouse to anyone,” I said quietly.
    He
did a motion like he was zipping his lips shut. “My lips are sealed. There is
no way I’m going to the wacky house for this.”
    I
smiled. He was kind of amusing. He seemed to be taking everything a lot better than
most people would. “How long have you been an FBI agent?” I asked trying to
make conversation.
    “About
ten years. I started this job when I got out of the army. I have seen some
shit, but I think this tops it,” he said amused.
    “You’ll
get used to it, I promise,” I said as he pulled into the driveway of a house
surrounded with crime scene tape.
    He
climbed out and I followed him up to the house. It appeared like everything was
normal once we entered the house, but I could smell the dried blood. I followed
him through the hall and into a bedroom. All the linens had been taken from the
place. There was a huge blood stain on the mattress and on the carpet. There
was blood splatter on the walls and even some on the ceiling. Whatever happened
here was done by an extremely violent vampire. I was a little breathless because
it was almost like déjá vu. I remember walking into my parent’s bedroom and
seeing all the blood.
    “You
ok?” Nick asked as he watched me.
    I
nodded shaking the