The alley was quiet for a moment. Only the soft buzzing of police radios and the faint dripping of water from a broken pipe could be heard. Markov, the senior forensic, stood over the ten bodies that had been laid out separately. His face was hard, tired, and cold. He had seen horrible things in thirty five years of work, but this was different. This was wrong in a way he could not explain.
Behind him the young forensic, Leonid, stepped forward. His gloves were stained with dried blood from the earlier examination.
Markov did not even look at him at first. He only said his name in a heavy voice.
"Leonid?"
Leonid swallowed but did not back down. "Sir, listen. We have been learning about strange cases these past months. People with inhuman abilities. Abilities that do not follow science. Abilities that should not exist. What if vampires are just another one of them?"
