History Repeats Itself

“Um, yo, Xander?” Xander turned around as someone called out to him and he was surprised to see the night dispatcher walking over to him. “What’s up, Dave?” Xander looked down at the note the other man thrust out and frowned. “What the hell is this?” “A murder scene.” Xander’s brows crinkled, and he looked down at the address. It wasn’t on the shitty side of town and Xander lifted a brow. “This is just south of the ritzy area, what kind of murder would even take place there?” “I don’t know, Xander. But I just took the call, and the other cops are busy. Sides, this is…well…one for the books.” “Thanks, Dave.” Xander reached into his drawer and grabbed his keys, looking over the paper again. He got the address down in his head and started out of the building, making his way to his car but he quickly paused in his tracks. Who the f**k would murder someone by jamming a piece of ice into them? Talk about a brutal and rather unnecessary way, to die! Xander shook his head, unlocked his car, and climbed in, quickly glancing around. He didn’t see anyone, but he swore he felt someone watching him, something that felt off, especially in the precinct parking lot. He shrugged it off and made quick in the night’s traffic to head to the scene. “Ice,” he muttered, his thoughts shooting everywhere from a little ice stake to an ice sculpture. And given that thought, he can see some party gone wrong and someone pushing a heavy piece over and the swan’s beak piercing the heart. ‘Still not the pleasant way to go’, he thought as he pulled up to the scene. He pulled his jacket on once he got out of the car and looked around. The usual teams were there, and the tape was blocking off the crime area, yet something was eating at him that something was off, something was abnormal. He strolled to the scene and climbed under the tape, frowning even more once he walked to the body. No, this wasn’t some beak poking through the chest. This was a man, a young man, straight out impaled on a huge stake of ice. Who the f**k would do that? And why the f**k would someone do that? The ice itself was a good size of a wood block, like a 2x2, so this piece had to have been taken off of an ice block. Not an easy feat and even harder to drop someone on a pointy end like this man was. Xander walked around the crime scene as another cop walked over to him. “Detective,” the man said and Xander nodded. “What can you tell me about what happened here?” “Not much. I was patrolling the area when I got a call about a disturbance. I swear it didn’t take me but two or three minutes to get over here, and this is what I saw.” “And how long ago was that?” “About twenty minutes. Once I saw this, after giving myself a moment to not freak out, I called it in.” “Odd.” Xander took out a glove from his pocket and knelled by the ice. He shivered at the coldness, confirming it was ice. “What’s odd?” Xander pulled his hand back and rubbed his fingers together; there was no water. “Where’s the water?” This time, the cop looked confused. “What do you mean? What water?” the cop asked. “Sure, we aren’t in our sweltering summer heat but it’s still warm enough. Even ice sculptures melt, and they have a protective spray on them. However, there is no melted ice, no water of any sort. And the blood that should have been gushing out, isn’t it.” The cop looked around, surprised to see nothing. “I didn’t think of that. But it is ice?” “Shits cold enough.” Xander stood up and looked at the body that was still there. “Anything you can tell me about the young man here?” “You won’t believe it, Xander.” Xander turned around at the female voice and smiled at her. “Susan, when did you start working nights?” “When Bob took day shifts at the jail. Someone needs to be home to watch Jules. Anyway, your victim,” she told him, pulling a new pair of gloves out of her white coat pocket, “was missing in the database about five months ago.” Xander’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “And he just shows up here as if nothing?” Susan glanced at him, a gleam in her eye. “Something like that.” She grabbed the young man’s mouth and opened it, but as Xander stepped closer, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. “What am I looking at?” “Normal teeth, right?” As far as he could see, yeah. Other than his canines seemed extra sharp, but he couldn’t say he was surprised by that. A lot of people did body modifications in this day and age and sharpening one’s tooth was really the simplest of things, it seemed to him. “Almost normal.” Susan picked at a scab on her wrist, the wound opening again, causing the blood to spill. Once it hit the man’s lip, Xander freaked the f**k out as those same canines extended, looking razor-sharp. “What the f**k was that?” His eyes were glued to those teeth. He was 34, had been a cop since he got injured in college football, and made the career choice to become a cop, and never had he seen something like that. And in his field, he had seen more s**t than he cared to admit. His hand reached out and brushed along the fang, feeling how sharp it was, something that was abnormal as well. Even on body modifications, he hadn’t seen anything that sharp. They could easily pierce their tongue or lip with something like that. “Really, what the f**k is that?” “Yeah, your guess is as good as mine. If I was into myths and things that go bump in the night, I would almost swear that this was a vampire.” With that, Susan pulled the glove off and turned to him. “I’m not the detective, just the medical examiner, however, nothing about this is normal, Xander. There’s no blood, not the pools that should be happening when someone is thrust upon a pointed stake of any kind. There’s no splatter either, and not much on the victim’s clothing either.” “Yeah, I thought that was all odd as well.” “I can’t tell you anymore until I take him back to the office and do an examination. But I will be honest and say that whatever he is, he’s not human.” Xander lifted a brow at her. What was the classification of a zombie? Because he was missing, came back to the living, and then was shoved onto this block of ice. None of that made sense to him. And he sure as f**k couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something, but he couldn’t figure out what. “Thanks, Susan. Once you do, let me know what you find.” “Oh, trust me, Xander, you are the first person I’m calling because you are my witness that this is some crazy shit.” Susan smiled and walked over to her team and the van that they had come in. Xander watched her for a moment before he walked around the body again, seeing no trace of steps of any sort. Certainly, if someone was pushed onto that, there would have been blood splatter and some type of footprint. With a shake of his head and seeing one of the cleanest crime scenes to date, he walked over to a light pole, his gaze traveling upward. Well, if someone climbed it, the top of it was dead center on the stake, but no one could climb up; unless you worked with the city and fixed these lights. With a sigh, Xander rubbed the back of his neck. Beyond the way the body was on this thing, and the lack of blood, where the hell did the ice come from? A block that heavy had to have been pushed from somewhere on some kind of machine, but there weren’t even droplets of melting ice. Even now, as he stood there staring at it, it wasn’t melting. How was that even possible? Again, nothing made sense to him, and for some odd reason, he was thinking that nothing was going to, and he was going to be stuck for a while. With that thought, he turned back to look at the body as the team lifted it off the stake, the hole straight through, right where his heart should have been. “Poor bastard,” Xander muttered, “whatever the f**k you are.” He heard the flick of a lighter and turned around, seeing a female propped against the light pole. Her striking green eyes were trained on him as she lit the cigarette. With a smirk, she blew the smoke out and he had to question how the hell she got in. He had been standing right here and would have heard the rustling of clothing but there was nothing, not a sound had come from her. “Whatever the f**k you are,” she said, blowing the smoke past her lips again.. “Yeah, do you know him?” She shook her head and took another drag of her cigarette. “No, but I can tell you what he is.” He lifted a brow in question, his eyes still focused on hers. Never had he seen eyes that vibrant in color. “He’s a vampire; a newly born vampire.”