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I really want to write story under those famous themes like vampire, amnesia and werewolf. An idea comes about vampire so I try it. There might be the others in the nearest future. If you guys like it, of course.

So, this is my shot.

Tell me if you like it. I'd love to continue.

She was never expecting to be involved in this side of Boston. More importantly, she found out about it through her unofficial adopted family, the Rizzolis. Of course it happened because of her one and only best friend, Jane Rizzoli.

At first glance, even through Maura's unfamiliar eyes with the Boston Italian family's culture, she couldn't, not in million years would believe that they weren't just loud, over bearing, friendly and affectionate bunch of people.

Apparently, the Rizzolis were the legendary rumored creature, immortal and fed on bloods. They were the vampires. Sleep during the day, wide awake when the sun was down. Sun would turn them into ashes. Their eyes glowed in the dark. Fangs grew out from their gums. They could jump up to 7th story and broke a tree with the slightest effort.

Or so Maura thought.

It was from her knowledge about vampires from the movies Jane had successfully persuaded her into watching from some time ago.

Only that these Rizzolis vampires weren't like that. They just weren't.

They weren't immortal. Bullets could kill them. Their wound wouldn't heal in the blink of eyes. They ate blood sausages and so many other meats, vegetables and fruits but not the fresh blood out of living and breathing creatures or the packs found in the hospital supply.

They slept at night. They needed rest like normal people. And no, they didn't sleep in coffins or something similar to that. She would know if that was the case. Angela was in her guesthouse. She was frequent at Jane's and occasionally at Frankie's and Tommy's for visit.

Sun would give them burn but not turning them into ashes. The condition was commonly known as sunburn, could heal on its own with time and cream. Normal people could get them too.

Yet, the rest of the characteristics, glowing eyes, elongated fangs and the ability to survive jump from high places did happen before her very own eyes and those convinced Maura into believing that the Rizzolis including her best friend were indeed, vampires.

"We are what we called evolved Boston Italian vampires."

That's what Jane said to Maura on one autumn's night after feeding on Maura's blood, sucking on her white fair neck with fangs drew out to form two punctured holes.

Ah, yes yes they weren't real vampires if they didn't feed on blood, were they?

They weren't the only vampire families in Boston. Apparently there were, what Maura was told, many of them, mingling with the human beings at all places here at Boston and like Maura previously, they weren't aware of this other species actually existed in real world and so closed to them, not only in fiction. Some even forgot that they were one since they were so.. normal. Their genes were having too much mixing and lost.

Their true nature surprised Maura that she questioned everything in her life. Were they what they really seemed to be? But Maura being Maura, having the brain that was hard to predict just like she thought of Jane as a complicated being, above all that, she was enthusiastic at the aspect of new founded knowledge of hers.

The Rizzolis were vampires.

Jane was a vampire.

And Maura was her one and only Bloodmate.