My New Years Resolution is to get one of my stories it's own T.V. Tropes Page. One of these days...

Citadel Council 2183 C.E., 500 E.S.T.

There comes a time in every Turian's life when he is faced with something he is absolutely unprepared for. No matter what military training one takes, it's impossible to cover every possible scenario.

*CRASH*

For some, it could be a Krogan ambush.

*CRAAACK*

Maybe they forgot their spare Carnifex at their house and are left weaponless.

*SCREEEE*

It could even be that their spouse was, in fact, a spy for the Terminus Systems and that poorly cooked Dextro-Amino steak was actually poisoned.

*EEEEEEEK*

Others, however... well just ask Garrus and Tali.

"OH KEELAH SHE JUST RIPPED THAT AIR-CAR'S ROOF WITH HER HANDS!"

"Just keep your head down and sta- OHSHITDUCK!"

Moving with all the grace that a term in Turian military and years of C-Sec experience could offer, Garrus Vakarian lept and push the stunned Quarian and himself to the ground. Not a moment too soon either, as a jagged piece of metal that was once a Air-Car roof sliced threw the air behind them and tore into the alley way's wall.

"Come on Mr. C-Sec, I'm tired of chasing your bird ass through all these levels! Just let me take the Quarian and I'll be on my way. I'll even forgive you for putting a hole in my chest."

Garrus Vakarian was most certainly, not prepared to be chased through the Citadel by a homicidal Vampire. Whom he might add, was pointedly not allowed on the Citadel in the first place.

'And to think, I justed wanted some more clearance on SPECTRES..." thought Garrus, already hearing the clacking sound of the monsters boots against the metallic floor.

2 Hours Ago

"No means no, Vakarian."

"Please Pallin, give me more time! I know something is off about Saren, his dealings are too shady, even for a SPECTRE!"

"There is no such thing as 'too shady' when it comes to SPECTRES." Executor Pallin sighed, already feeling the effects of a coming headache. "However..."

"However?" questioned the officer, confused and slightly hopefull.

The Executor sighed once more. He knew he was going to regret this in the long run, "However I have heard some things."

"Like?"

"Well first off the Empire sent an envoy directly from Eden Prime. Word has it a vampire is among them." Pallin could see his officer freeze in place, all the more noticeable since he was practically shaking in anticipation earlier. Not that he could blame him though, after all, everyone knows what happened during the Relay 314 and seen the footage of Torfan.

The C-Sec leader found himself respecting Vakarian even more, after he quickly moved past his trepidation.

"But I thought Vampires were strictly prohibited from setting foot onto the Citadel?" No one knew why, though the Council reassured the masses by saying that the feeling was mutual and that it did nothing to prevent Humans from visiting. Plenty of conspiracy nuts on the Extra-net claim rumors of sacrifices and blood rituals.

Garrus himself didn't think that those held any solid ground, there was no way the Council would allow such practices to continue. Spirit's they barely put up with the Batarians, why would they allow a bunch of psychopaths free reign?

No, what he thought was that the Council was cautious, and with good reason. The video from Torfan, while only 40 seconds long, showed just how aggressive these super-soldiers could be. And if you needed further proof, why one just had to look at Saren's arms.

Or should he say the one that isn't a prosthetic.

"The Eden Prime attack, hit them hard Garrus." answered the Executor, "Rumor has it that there were thousands of Geth invading the colony, backed up by Dreadnoughts apparently. Even then it took nearly 2 days to have major control of the Colony. And the Empire does not like attempted conquering Garrus."

"I think I'll keep my distance from them. They already have a rocky relationship with us without Saren's input. What else have you heard?"

Pallin shrugged, "Not much, Urdnot Wrex is in custody again, threatening Fist. Apparently, Fist betrayed the Shadow Broker, all rumor of course."

Garrus wanted to roll his eyes but instead kept quiet and waited for the other Turian to continue.

"And here's a strange one," he then continued, scrolling through his Omni-tool for a moment, "Apparently eye witnesses saw an injured Quarian limp into Dr. Michelles office, mumbling about Geth."

Garrus thanked his boss and once Pallin was gone, began heading towards the C-Sec cells. Convincing Wrex would take a lot of patience, planning, and good old fashioned Turian charm.

"You get to shoot people."

"Deal."

And so Garrus Vakarian plus one Urdnot Wrex made their way down to the lower levels to question the human doctor.

The atmosphere in the elevator was awkward at best, and was surprisingly broken by a chuckling Wrex, "Hehehe, never thought you'd ask for my help Vakarian."

Garrus rolled his eyes in exasperation, "Normally I wouldn't, but I've noticed some suspicious patterns."

"Really?" Wrex asked half interested, half bored.

"Yep. Not even half a day after the attack on Eden Prime the Empire claims the attack on one of the Council's best SPECTRES, then rumor has it Fist betrays the Shadow Broker, which I know for a fact you work for."

Wrex didn't even bat an eye lid.

"Anyways," the turian continued, "It just so happens that a Quarian was seen stumbling into Dr. Michelle's office, injured, and rambling on about Geth. There is no possible way for this to be a coincidence."

"Hmph, pretty good for a Turian." murmured Wrex

Garrus did the equivalent of a Turian grin, "Also a Vampire is on the Citadel, so it's nice to have a big meat-shield between me and it."

"...What?"

Dr. Michelles office, while located in the lower wards, was always well kept as the owner wanted to let everyone know that no matter their position in life, she'd do her best to help.

Garrus had even heard that the good doctor even took in some Vorcha that were in need of shelter, though how they got on the Citadel in the first place was a mystery. Of course said Vorcha then proceeded to try to eat her, but it was the thought that counted. How she disposed of a group of Vorcha all by herself with just a bone saw was another mystery.

The doctor and the C-Sec officer got along swimmingly, and whenever Garrus had some downtime, he'd come by and tell her about some of his cases and she her homeland. He had a sneaking suspicion that she enjoyed the visits much more than he did, but he never thought to point it out.

The one thing that he could not understand, was her devotion to the Vampire Culture. She'd go on for hours about how beautiful and sophisticated the Vamps were and how she'd love to be of service to them. To Garrus it sounded like a worldwide cult, but who was he to judge what she believed? Turian's prayed to spirits of everything, so he had no high ground on the matter anyways.

What greeted the Officer and Mercenary, was a bloodbath.

The entrance to the office was caked in still wet blood, glistening in the artificial sunlight. Severed limbs of all races, even human, were scattered here and there, decorated the corners of the building.

Instantly the duo were on alert, Garrus trying to cover every angle with his hand-cannon and Wrex sniffing the air while combing the area with his shotgun.

"This blood is recent, smells primarily of Batarian and Salarian, with... a hint of Human."

"Let's move inside, we need to check on Michelle." he said, sidesteeping a Salarian leg without it's foot. "The killers may still be here, so stay quiet."

Wrex's only reply was low "hmph" before following the Turian inside.

It was worse inside, with a Batarian twisted in ways that no creatures biology should ever twist. A Salarian lay face down, his helmet caved in along with his skull. The worst were the two Batarians who were ripped in half: one by the waist, and one from the groin up.

Vakarian almost lost his cool and his lunch, and even Wrex seemed off put by the pure brutality shown in every corpse.

"W-who could have done this?!" the turian half heeved, half whispered.

Wrex didn't answer, instead keeping his eyes focused on something down the hall. Garrus was about to ask, but decided to follow his line of sight instead. What he saw utterly stopped his though proccess.

Dr. Michelle, humanitarian, helper of the lower wards, and very good friend of Garrus Vakarian, was getting what humans called a "hickey" from the most regal creature he had ever seen. The creature was tall, easily over seven feet, covered in dark red and black robes, with similar colored plated armour. It's hands and feet were covered in clawed gauntlets, soaked in the blood of it's victims, and currently caressing every part of the good doctors body. But it was the metal helmet that truly took his attention, with the upper half resembling Quarian face plates while the lower half opening up like a metallic jaw, encasing Michelles neck in it's grasp.

It was only when she feel to the ground did Garrus notice the creature- he knew for a fact that it was not human, or asari -staring at him and Wrex, and the titular Krogan aiming his shotgun at it in turn.

"You are Garrus Vakarian." it wasn't a question, ignoring the hulking lizard with a shotgun.

Garrus could only nod, eyes focused on the unmoving form of his friend. He vaguely heard Wrex say something.

"W-what?"

"I said, pull your gun Turian!" barked out Wrex, eyes never leaving the creature, still focused on Garrus.

Not saying a word, Garrus did as was told and inched closer towards the doctors prone form, the creature tracking his every move. After what felt like an eternity, he reached the doctor and felt the lack of pulse. He broke eye contact from the creature to study his once good friend, noting the marks on the human's jugular, bullet holes to the chest and stomache and the look of bliss on her face.

"You smell of death, creature." Wrex's voice cut through the prevailing silence.

"At least I smell pleasant reptile." it curtly responded.

"Enough!" Garrus rose from his friends body, aiming at the bloody creature, "Who are you? Why did you kill the Doctor? Did you do this? How do you know my name?"

The creature- clearly female, thought Garrus -began to pace back and forth, giving Garrus the feeling of a rodent being toyed by varren.

"I am Lady Jane of the House of Shepard, and yes I killed these...trash." Garrus thought he could see glowing eyes behind the face mask, but he put it out of mind, "And the Doctor was already dying. While I was dealing with the mercs, once of them had an itchy trigger finger and hit Ms. Michelle. I enjoyed ripping that one in half. I merely lessened the pain, while also fulfilling her last wish."

"And that would be?" scoffed Wrex.

"To be of service to her betters."

Like a Krogan headbutt it hit Garrus, "You're the Vampire. The one the Empire sent."

Shepard nodded.

"Aren't you a little tall for a human?" asked Wrex, still training his gun on the Vampire.

"It doesn't matter. I have determined the location of the Quarian known as Tali'Zorah nar Rayya, and it is imperative that we intercept her."

"Hold on you still haven't answered my last question Shepard," interrupted Garrus, "How did you know my name?"

Shepard tilted her head and snarled, "I shall be known as either Lady Jane or Mistress Shepard to you Garrus Vakarian. And I know it the same way I know who the Quarian is, as I fed off of Ms. Michelle, her thought processes were similarly downloaded into my own. You could say I own a bit of her conscious, it's actually quite similar to Asari meld-"

BANG

Garrus Vakarian watched as the vampire flew onto her back, a gaping hole where her chest used to be. He still watched as she further slid across the floor leaving a bloody streak where her body traveled. He almost didn't realize that it was him that pulled the trigger.

"S-spirits!" he wanted to throw the gun, but his mind wouldn't let him, he could hear the metal creaking under pressure.

"Damn Vakarian, beat me to it." Wrex chuckled before he noticed the Turian's stunned expression, and amazingly, grew softer, "It really got to you huh?"

"She just... she didn't care! All of this brutality, the cruelty, a-and Spirits she ate Michelle!" Garrus took a deep, deep breathe and held it. It would do no good in breaking down now, and after all was said and done, it was likely she'd have been executed for this slaughter anyways. But to lose control... he'd have to focus, prevent it from happening again.

"Well... if it makes you feel any better, I enjoyed it."

"Thanks Wrex, that makes me feel so much better about killing an unarmed diplomat."

"No problem, just don't think I'll do it again." Wrex turned and walked off, ignoring the Turian's scowl. Garrus gave one last look at the scene before calling in C-Sec and leaving as well. He'd have time to repent on his actions later, right now they had a Quarian to find and a SPECTRE to convict.

Neither alien noticed the now missing body of Jane Shepard.

Sorry this one took so long guys, I've been busy over at and working on my stories over there. You can check those out if you'd like, though I might just transfer them over here if I have time. My Naruto stories are on Hiatus till the end of Naruto, so that I'll have a definite ending to work with.

Please Review and Enjoy!

-Ridtom