It's been over a month since the last I've seen Oliver its strange now, sitting in my bar it actually feels empty of all things. Sighing I start cleaning up as the sun began to make itself known above the thick trees. After a few minutes I step through the front door cigarette in hand, placing it to my lips I pat myself down for a lighter as a silver SUV slowed to a halt in front of me. Sherif Springs leans out from the open window in casual attire a strange sight to me.

    "Morning Mac, how are you doing this morning?" He asks looking between my face and the cigarette unlit on my lips.

    "Could be better. What's got you out here this early in the morning and in your golf attire no less." I joke as Springs shakes his head a sly smirk on his face.

    "Well Mac just wanted to give you a heads up on the game recently." Springs retorts gesturing in a small birth towards the trees. "Been finding a lot of the small ones dead recently and was wondering if you heard anything?"

    "Nothing at the moment, besides a few regulars hadn't been showing up for the last few nights."

    "Names?" Springs sits back in his chair taking a notepad out.

    "Johnny Wilkins, Rebecca Conner, Luce Orlando, and this new one Oliver... I didn't get a last name but if ya find a picture I could point him out." I name off before leaning against his SUV's window. "By any chance you got an extra notepad like that?"

    Springs sits up looking at me funny for a second before nodding and handing me an extra notepad. Pocketing it I thank him and head back towards the porch.

    "If I hear anything I'll let you know." I respond with a quick wave. Springs nods and drives off leaving me alone in the early morning sunlight.

    "Dead animals... not to uncommon in a woodland like this... but if its to frequent." I sigh shaking my head before finally lighting my cigarette and leaning against the wall. "Then we might have a problem..." Relaxing the soft chime of my phone hits my ears. Taking it out a small text appears on the screen.

    'Morgue, Coffee, NOW.'

    Stubbing out my cigarette against my bottom of boot I lock the front door and make my way towards my mother's truck. Getting inside I drive through the woods and into the small town the streets surprisingly emptier then normal as I pull into the hospital.

    "Don't tell me..." Came a tired voice as I stepped out of the truck closing the door I peak over the bed.

    "What?" I asked confusion on my face.

    "Wait you hadn't heard?" 

    Jane Farewell a stout woman with black hair, big-framed glasses, and tired eyes. The lab coat hanging from her shoulders as she shuffled over.

    "Heard what?" I asked as we walk towards the back of the hospital towards the morgue.

    "She's back." She whispers almost to quietly as though at any mention would summon the woman that had plagued my early years. Shaking my head we step into the morgue the stench of fake pine trees hits my nostrils and twists my face.

    "You know I could just ask Ma to bring you an actual air freshener." I rub my nose as we walk into the freezer.

    "Yeah, but its more convenient." She retorts as we reach an old wooden door. Stepping inside its obvious upon first glance that the tornado that went through here was more a regular then my own patrons. Jane's office was in the kindest words a cluster fuck of papers, books, and the one working monitor that to this day has yet to see the outside world.

    "So, you hear about the animals?" I ask and Jane shrugs falling into her seat.

    "A little here a little there, you heard of the missing people?" She retorts fixing her glasses. I nod taking a seat in the empty chair across from her.

    "This is getting ridiculous any idea you got in that head of yours?" 

    "Well, I'm supposed to get the body of the hiker later today if you want to stick around and look for yourself. I might need your nose on this one."

    "My nose, seriously." I shake my head fixing her with a skeptical glare.

    "What?" She smirks as we relax in her office as she works on her computer the soft typing lulling me into a somber slumber.

    Hours later I'm awoken by a harsh shake to my shoulder, groggily I open my eyes my jaw snapping open as a yawn rip from my mouth. 

    "Come on big guy I need you to look at this." Jane shakes my shoulder again and walks out of her office. Getting up I stretch and make my way out of her office stopping for a second as a sticky note on her wall catches my attention.

'Pendragon'

    Looking into the morgue Jane's backs to me as I grab the file and leaf through it. Most the words scribbled in almost unreadable handwriting.

    "Hey Jane." I ask stepping into the morgue.

    "Huh?" She doesn't take her eyes off the body before her fingers delicately checking the body over.

    "What's with that big file on your filing cabinet the Pendragon one." I ask moving around the body. She her eyes finally leave the body for only a second before looking down.

    "It's the vampire family I work with." She finally speaks her eyes not leaving the body.

    "Your helping Vampires?" I ask skeptical

    "Yeah, you mad?" She asks finally looking at me. "It's my sister, brother-in-law, and their kids." She explains.

    "So, your sister married a Vampire?"

    "Yep." She responds before motion towards the body. "Now will ya look at this." I nod before looking at the body.

    "They look like a damn mummy." I mumble looking at the body as though it had been dried out.

    "This is actually a fresh one." She grabs the arm revealing the crooked jagged bite marks.

    "Those look like Ghoul bites." I lean forward looking at the mark before taking out my phone out taking a picture. "I'll show it to my mom she might be able to make sure." 

    "Your mom still doesn't have a cellphone?" Jane quirks a brow as I nod and pocket my phone.

    "She's old fashion if she wants something she will come to you." I smirk as Jane rolls her eyes.

    "Yeah, old fashioned." She covers the body slipping it into the freezer.  "Just text me later okay."

    Nodding I make my way towards the door. "I'll call you tonight."

    "I'll be with my sister tonight so if I don't respond just text me."

    "Yeah yeah." I respond walking out the door and through the hospital. The soft sterile feel sending a shiver down my spine as I step out into the parking lot and towards the truck. Getting in a hunter's truck bonds passed and into the emergency drop-off several hoping out my eyes immediately landing on the flow of blood that cakes each of them as they disappear inside.