Thread: Creature of the Night (PatientOne & MetalMelissa)

Over the centuries that humans had grown in technology and way of life and thoughts, one thing had remained the same, Vampires still kept themselves hidden. They had rules and laws to follow in their own society and drawing unwanted attention to the race as a whole was a BIG no no. Vampires were executed as traitors for that reason alone however, the latest cause for worry has come from a vampire who no Sire was accountable for, which meant that this particular human was changed without hisher permission. Again, a no no in vampire laws. When the killings began to grow in number a Shade was called to the Queen's office. That particular Shade was Alexander Night. He was a five hundred year old Pure Blood who had been serving as an assassin for the last two centuries. The reason he was called was just in case the vampire was too far gone, he'd have to be the one to execute them. Heavy boot falls thudded down the smooth black and white marbled floors as Alex made his way through the manor. His pants were a light fabric, but still stout in durability. 5.11 tactical cargo pants to be exact, a wonderful creation by humans as all Shade wore those pants. His torso was covered by a long sleeved black nylon turtle neck and his shoulders were holding black leather shoulder straps, holding a 36 inch straight bladed sword to the spine of his back. The handle of the blade was held upside down so that it was resting above his belt line. This allowed him to wear a coat over his weapon and keep it hidden easily. Rounding a corner he came to a pair of black stained oak doors. Stopping at the door he knocked a few times and stood there, hearing a sweet melodic voice giving him permission to enter. Lifting a hand covered in a tight black leather gloves he pushed one door open. The gloves were a light leather material on the palm, while offering breathing room on the roof of the hand with a sort of spandex like material for mobility and flexibility. Walking in he shut the door behind him with a soft click. Stepping up to a large dark mahogany desk he bowed at the waist and placed his right hand over his chest. Staying in that manner he waited till she'd given him permission to right his stance. Standing straight up he held his own hands together in front of him and watched the beautiful young female in front of him. She had short, pixie style, white blonde hair and snow white eyes. Her skin was slightly pale to match the white image she had but her clothing was a bit more colorful as she was wearing a soft yellow sun dress while she sat in front of a desk that dwarfed her small figure. She informed him of his duty to track this rogue vampire and discover why they are killing and drawing attention to the race. It is up to his decision if the vampire is able to be saved or executed. --------------------------------------- That was a week ago, and now here he stood in a rather bustling city in Italy. The winds carried a variety of scents to them as he zipped up his black leather jacket and turned a pair of ice blue eyes on the humans that scurried along the streets around him. Lust, greed, a variety of foods, and fear. Fear was thick in the air with the recent murders, a fourth one was just found. The females were afraid but the men seemed very paranoid. No surprise there as they were the ones being targeted. Amazing how much a strong male could shake when he realized someone was gunning for his life. Streets that were usually busy with life and lust for the prostitutes of Italy, were now a barren wasteland. A no man's land that only the brave dared to walk. The women of the night were standing on the streets and corners in their nightly best but no one was giving them the time of day, which was rare. Alex leaned against a wall, outside the building of the first murder scene. When the street was clear, he slipped past the yellow tape and walked into the building. Running his gloved hand along the wooden railing along the stairs he closed his eyes and opened his senses. The vampire was a female. He could smell her perfume and her natural scent. The male was lust driven. She led him up the stairs with little to no effort and as he walked the stairs and got to the room he smelled sex, meaningless sex that was rough and heated, but slightly one sided. Looking at the blood stains on the wall he shook his head. The first kill she'd been desperate, starving. The male had screamed and cried out, which only spurred that aggression. The room was gross and dingy, low class but that didn't matter when sex was involved. She'd allowed him to finish as he caught the faint scent of male musk. He doubted that was for a sense of pity, still it confused him. The killing had been brutal and messy. Moving to the bathroom he saw dried blood in the drain. She'd cleaned up and left not long after. Shaking his head he headed out of the window and used the rusted fire escape. Dropping down ten feet he landed on the cobblestone street, soundless landing despite his weight and the height of his fall. Moving down the street he went to the next two murder locations. Each one was in a prostitution house. Apartments that the night females used a lot for their clients. No room belonged to a single person, they were just open rooms for sex, so no one was linked to the murders. Each kill was just as brutal, but not as much mess as the first. As he walked down the street he saw one prostitute who was a vampire. She was a slightly aged female, roughly a century or so. Walking over to her she glanced around a bit as she was nervous. A Shade approaching you was never a positive thing. However he held his hand up. I'm not here for you. You work these streets. Have you seen this female who's been decreasing your clients? The female shook her head. I smell her the moment the blood hits the air but the scent is so tarnished by all the other scents in the area it's hard to pin point her. Sighing a bit Alex thanked her then told her to go inside. She didn't need to be told twice. Once she was gone he looked around a bit and noticed that it was getting close to morning. He'd have to wait. His best bet was catching her at night and looking around during the day would draw attention to himself. Heading back to his hotel he sat in his room about an hour later and read over the newspaper clippings of the murders and threw away the ones he'd visited. She had to be noticing that human blood wasn't filling her. It took the edge off, but it wasn't completely sating her. Human blood wasn't strong enough to fully satisfy a vampires hunger, and as a youngling who was recently changed, she'd need to feed daily. So with her being so hungry and only killing human males, he had a feeling she'd be hunting tonight.