All the official reports say they are dead - extinct since the late '80's, when fed named Arkeley nailed the last vampire in a fight that nearly killed him. But the evidence proves otherwise. When a state trooper named Laura Caxton calls the FBI in the middle of the night looking for help, it's Arkeley who gets the assignment. he knows what most perople don't; there is one vampire left, and she is rotting in an abandoned asylum, plotting and biding her time in a way that only the undead can. Caxton is out of her league on this case and more than a little afraid, but Arkeley has made it plain that there is only one way out. And the worst thing is the feeling that the vampires want more than just her blood. They want her for a reason - one she can't guess; a reason her partner knows but won't say; a reason she has to find out - or die trying. Now there are only thirteen bullets between Caxton, Arkeley and the vampires. There are only thirteen bullets between us, the living, and them, the damned.