The Monster Squad Prologue

This is my very first submission. I welcome any and all comments. I do not pretend to be any sort of great writer. This is pure setup for the following episodes (I hope) that will deal with the subjects of incest, the supernatural, and basic human nature. If any of these subjects offend or make you uncomfortable, please STOP NOW! For all others enjoy.

I walked into the new federal building in Tampa. And I already hated it. These sealed buildings might keep out the heat and rain plus the occasional tropical storm or hurricane. However, they kept the recirculated air from refreshing. They hadn't designed a decent filter to remove the scent of Vampires or Weres.

I'd have to fall back on old habits to deal with the situation. Just like the assignment. A year out of the Federal Officer Academy and first in my class I should have been given me first choice of assignments, but someone had pulled strings and I'd been placed right where I didn't want to be.

Dampiers are extremely rare, and I was considered a powerful one. Even though I wasn't born of a vampire, and that confused the hell out of the experts. As far as they were concerned, I was an aberration and shouldn't even exist. Shows you what they know. Half of those eggheads still think that garlic and holy water are useful against vampires. Can you imagine an Italian vampire eating pasta or lasagna without garlic in the red sauce? And I've seen them wash out there mouth with holy water. Now, sunlight and silver are different stories. Depending on a vampire's age, they might be able to withstand either. A new vampire, a hundred years or less, is a crispy critter where sunlight is concerned and the same with silver. It's comparable to humans and drugs. The longer you're on them, the less effective they become. The older the vampire, the more resistance they have built up. I've seen 500 year old vampires sunning themselves in the French Riviera nude!

Now, Weres are a different story. Vampires aren't dead. Their bodies have slowed down to the point that their circulation is extremely slow. Whereas a were has a fast circulation and any poison moves throughout their body very quickly. But just like vampires and humans, they can build up a resistance to silver and even the call of the moon. But they must be very powerful weres to resist either of those.

I closed my eyes and started to concentrate, calming my internal conflict and adjusting my sensitivity to all of the scents in the building so I could function without them distracting me. Once I felt more in control, I approached the security station.

The cute raven haired receptionist named Stacy Martin looked up "Morning sir how can I help you?" she asked. "Agent Hunter Samson to see Director Nightingale." I replied. She put her hand out. "Your agency ID, please?" I unclipped my ID from my breast pocket and passed it to her. Stacy slid my ID through the reader "Retinal scan, please?" she asked, not looking at me. The scanner flipped open and rose up to my recorded eye level and began its scan. there was a ping followed by a negative response from the security station. Within half a second, there were half a dozen weapons pointing at me. I raised my hands slowly.

Stacy was holding a 10 millimeter pointing at my head, and it was very steady in her hands. I didn't need to look around to figure out that every other weapon pointing at me was as steady as hers. "Who are you?" she asked her tone was anything but friendly. "I'm Agent Hunter Samson." I answered her. "Your scan is not registered. I'll ask once more. Who are you?" Stacy said. And I realized my mistake. "Please scan me again. I used my dampire vision retina for my clearance. I apologize for the mistake." A long couple of seconds passed.

She barely moved her eyes, ensuring I was covered. Stacy relaxed and gave her weapon to one of the other security personnel. Then she turned back to me.

She definitely knew how to deal with a security issue. Stacy had seen my file indicating my status and my particular species. knowing that dampiers like vampires could possibly mesmerize humans. She ensured that I couldn't take control of her mind and turn her against the other security personnel.

Stacy looked at me and said, "Ok, show me!" I looked directly into her eyes and altered my retinas. My iris became emerald green, and my pupils were similar to a cats slit pupils. No one but Stacy could see my eyes change, but the effect as I concentrated on her was very evident!

Stacy's eyes took on a faraway look, and she smiled, and my particular flavor of vampire heritage hit her. Her lips parted, and her tongue moistened her top lip. Her nipples became hard little pebbles, clearly visible through her bra and blouse. Her panties became wet with her juices. My cock responded to the scent of her arousal. I broke my control over Stacy and moved my eye to the scanner and heard the computer signal a clearance match.

Stacy heard the computer response and it broke her from her dream. She looked around a little startled but recovered quickly. Looking at the confirmed clearance Stacy cleared her throat and handed my ID back. "Agent Samson your cleared." I pulled out a personal card and slid it to her. "Call me Stacy I owe you an apology if you like." As everyone calmed down and went about their business Stacy quickly palmed the card and mouthed "Thank you." Than she excused herself headed to the ladies powder room.

I walked up to the elevators and took one up to the 14th floor. I exit the elevator and walked to the offices of the Federal Bureau of Supernatural Enforcement South Eastern Division. It also called The Monster Squad because everyone in the division was some flavor of what used to be called monsters. Now the monsters of the past were keeping most everyone safe.

The history books called it The Great Shift, but if you ask the people who survived it they have a different name, The Time of Demons. The Scientists had predicted that the magnetic poles of the earth would shift and destroy modern civilization. And they were right, to a point that is. The poles shifted by 5 degrees! Big deal right! Well Scientists think only in terms of the world of science if they couldn't measure, weigh or create it, it didn't exist. What no one but the fringe groups knew was that there are other forces behind the seen world.

When the poles shifted it tore the fabric of reality. That caused the lay lines to split and open. As a result the demon realm spilled into our world. All of this brought the old world magic back into the world. It also brought out the ancient protectors of the old world. That being the Vampires and Weres of the world. It was their power and magical abilities that stopped the demon assalt and sealed the lay line rifts. In the end 5 billion people died and many tens of thousands became Weres.

After the rifts were sealed the only sense of order came from the old vampire houses and the Were packs. But even they have dissenters, those who believe that humans should be controlled or culled. That is where the creation of the Bureau came in to existence. We confront, stop, or even hunt down and eliminate the threats to humans.

I walked into the Bureau offices and looked around. I saw 4 vampires and 5 Weres in the office and they all looked at me as I stood there. "We heard you caused quite a stir downstairs Ren!" a large redheaded Werewolf smiling showing his teeth. the room was full of laughter. Ren was a reference to R.M. Renfield from Dracula. Its considered a derogatory term for anyone connected to a vampire professionally or personality. Vampire's prefer the term Familiar as it denotes possession. From across the room came a firm but almost musical voice, causing the laughter to stop. "Carter, you need to clean out your nose if you think he's a Renfield! or haven't you ever smelled a Dampire?" she asked. Everyone in the office turned to look at me as if I had just appeared out of thin air. One female vampire looked a little unhappy. the director looked at her and said, "No biting this one, Sylvia! His blood is vampire strychnine and quite deadly to our kind."

"Ok, everyone back to work, Samson, my office now!" The director turned and walked back to her office, and she walked her pants seemed to be painted on! The way her ass swayed and the 4 inch heels with an open toe just went stright to my cock. I followed her into the office and the door closed behind me and the blinds dropped. She turned around and she truly is a wet dream. Her bright blue eyes you could drown in. Her perfect Scandinavian bone structure full lips and perfect straight nose. Her long flowing blond hair falling past her shoulders and she threw her hair back over that shoulder and showed her lavender blouse. That was unbuttoned just above her lacy pink bra that shows off her ample clevage. And she's leaning against desk crossing her ankles. I've seen photos of Swedish bikini models and that is Victoria Nightingale in every way.

She knew that my cock was completely hard and I wanted to throw her on the desk and take her until I filled her with my seed! She raised an eyebrow and knew how she was effecting me for a simple reason.

"Hello Grandma!"