Soulless

[Angelus]

The lone figure walked out into the streets and pulled his coat around him. The temperature had dropped so quickly he wondered if there was anyone about. He had woken up this evening in a foul mood and there was only one thing that was going to get him out of it. He looked left then right and tried to pick up something- some reason for him to be out on this freezing cold night.

Suddenly he picked up the scent of something in the air and smiled. It smelled like a young woman who was very afraid as if she was lost and he knew that this was a place that she didn't want to be lost in. He moved quickly in the direction that she was going and as he went her smell was getting stronger. He smiled and hoped that nobody was going to find her before he did.

But his hopes were dashed when he heard the scream ahead of him and he knew that there was only one person that could have made it. He ran down the street as fast as he could and as soon as he got to where the young woman was he saw that she was backed up against a wall, a person standing in front of her with a knife in his hand.

He moved quickly and before the person could understand what was happening he slammed into him and threw him through the air to land on the ground several feet away. The man started to get up but as soon as he did the man was standing there. The man punched the mugger in the stomach which caused him to double over then grabbed him and in one fluid motion twisted his neck, smiling when he heard the slight snap.

The man turned back to the young girl who said, "Oh god. Thank you- you saved my life."
"Is that what you think. That I saved your life?"
"Yes.... you did. You sav- oh god, what are you?!"
The man looked at the young woman only he wasn't the same person who had emerged from his home this night- his eyes were now pure white and when he smiled two large teeth were evident.

The vampire moved and caught the woman before she could move and pushed her neck gently to one side before he sunk his teeth deep into it which caused her to scream in immense pain.

 

[Angelus]

The vampire dropped the barely living body of the woman to the ground and turned to walk away. He knew that he didn't want to be caught here so early in the night. He gathered his coat around him and walked back down the street, still wondering what he was doing out in this night- he could have been where it was warm right now.

Just then the sound of sirens ripped him from his thoughts and he cursed himself, someone had heard the screams from that damn woman and had called the cops. He saw them as they moved down the street and looked around, trying to find a place to hide. He looked up and saw a ledge on the house above him and smiled before he jumped up and landed on the ledge without a sound.

He crouched there and watched as the cops checked out the scene they had just come across. He almost laughed when they began to talk about what had happened here- trying to find some logical solution to it. He knew there was a logical solution- him.

 

[poohlive]

The cold and lonely city stretched out before him. Lights from a hundred different apartments, businesses, complexes, hotels, motels, rental agencies, and porno shops all twinkled together to create a harmony.
If one could look up, and had the vision for it, they could see the stars twinkling down upone them. A squinting of the eyes would get that mirror effect, that made the heavens above are the same as the city below.
A dazzling display was before him, and all he could think of was death. He crawled down on the wet pavement. Calloused hands and knees expertly moving into the narrow alley. All senses were alert; his eyes keen on every single rock embedded in the street below, ears acued to the insects that dug through the trash nearby.
A single piece of hair. That was all left of the evidence. A drop of blood from the victim and one single hair piece.
He was not a forensic examiner. He was not a leuitenant, or a major, or any sort of policeman. The F.B.I. knew nothing of him, nor did they employ him. The C.I.A. only had folders of his shadows that they chased from country to country. No one knew that he existed except in faded memory.
He was a hunter, and the hunt was on.
This one was sloppy. He could tell right away. Despite the fact that there was nothing in this little piece of hell away from the bright lights and busy streets, he knew the man was sloppy. He killed not to eat, but to control.
He liked to control.
He didn't kill her right away, the drop of blood was from a bite. A huge whiff of it told him that. The blood was richer, thicker than normal blood. It came from the vein, not simply a cut of the woman. He had drained just enough for her to pass out, and then took her.
He got up, his cloak whisking around him as he stood once more.
The car.... no, it was a van, the killer drove a van, something dark that didn't bring much attention to itself. A blue or gray, maybe even black. He picked her up, and took her to the van.
No one noticed, at this time of the night the surrounding area was dead to the rest of the world. He had an entire playground to work with, and plenty of time as well.
He bent down, examining the gutters. Nothing clicked at first. Some old newspapers and a used condom that was filled with something he tried not to imagine, but right against the crack, where water had puddled was a small hairpin.
He picked it up, smelling it. Yes, it was hers. It must have fallen off. This is where the trail grew cold, but he things were not quite over.
He had enough evidence, he could begin the hunt. This one would go down, like all the others. A little glitch in society that would have to be taken care of, just like all the others.
He took out a knife with a sick blade that looked very sharp as it glinted off the street lamps billowing their faded amber light down upon him.
Indeed, it was on.

 

[Angelus]

The vampire waited until all the police had left the area before he jumped down onto the ground. He looked around and smiled- these cops had been incredibly stupid and sloppy but he didn't care. All he cared about this night was his hunger- he needed to feed again. He knew that the night was young but right now there were two things that were driving him one. There was the hunger and the hunt- to him that was all that mattered, not even time mattered to him, not at all.

He turned and walked off the the street and wondered where his next victim was going to be. This was what he enjoyed most about his life- the hunt. He had become the ultimate hunter and these mortals didn't even know that he was about- they didn't even realize that they were his prey. He was going to have some fun this night.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Lydia sensed the hunter before she saw him. She jumped up looked around nervously. She had faced a few in her time and barely managed to survive. No matter how much she hated being a vampire she didn't want to die. She looked down at the young man whom she had been feasting on. He groaned slightly. Ignoring the twinge of guilt that always followed a feeding she tried to sense the direction of the hunter. It was impossible though, he was like a shadow. He seemed to be everywhere and he was on a hunt. She took off at a run moving faster then the human eye could see. She climbed on a drain pipe landing deftly on the roof. She didn't continue to run however. Her curiousity was aroused by this hunter. Her curiosity always got her into trouble but she wanted to know who the hunter was and why he was in town. Crouched low on the roof top she didn't make any sound. She slowed her heart to a snails pace and calmed her breathing. There he was.. walking down the street holding a knife. He seemed lost in thought. Creeping closer to the edge she watched him curiously.

 

[Angelus]

Alex

As he walked down the street Alex couldn't help but think of the life that was so violently ripped away from him. He hated the creature that did this to him but he hated the fact that he had come to enjoy what he was. He had become a thing that fed on the blood of any mortal and what was worse is he had become to like it.

Suddenly something ripped his thoughts away and he looked every where, trying to figure out what was wrong. He had the sense that something was out there- something that was out to kill him. He heard a sound behind him and before it could get any closer he jumped up and grabbed the nearest drain pipe then crawled up onto the roof.

He sat there and looked down at the street, trying to see if anyone was indeed after him. But instead of seeing a hunter he saw something that saw him smile. It was a young woman, walking by herself and looking left and right. There was the definite smell of fear coming from her and it was so strong that he could practically taste it.

He jumped down onto the fire escape and ran down it faster than the girl or anyone in the building could have seen. As soon as he was on the ground he stood there and watched her walk away from him. He pulled his coat around him before he cleared his throat, causing the woman to turn. He looked at her with a smile, "I didn't mean to startle you but you appear to be lost. May I be of any assistance."

"Oh thank you. I am lost and I didn't want to be around these streets all by myself. I was afraid that someone would pick me up and try to rape me or worse."
"Yes there are things worse than rape. But don't worry- I'll stick with you and see to it that no harm will come to you."
"Thank you."

I smiled as I looked at her neck and wondered what she was going to taste like.

 

[poohlive]

Back in his hotel room he undressed. Clothing peeled off, finally attempting to get the foulness of the crime scene he had witnessed before. It didn't help, and he moved into the bathroom. After a nice hot shower, he felt better.
The vampire wasn't new to the area.
He began writing furiously in a dog eared notebook. Ancient yellow pages were filled with his chicken scratch that he wrote with every single vampire. He was getting on the end of this one, would have to get another soon enough.
Not tonight though.
The killer knew that the area was clear and desrted. He probably waited for hours and hours for a victim. Someone who was alone and would make a decent meal.
He could have waited hours into the night before it happened. He knew about vampires though, they could wait like that, poised, just as a spider poised for it's next meal.
"Come into my parlor," he whispered, as he continued to write.
Once that was done, he put it away, and got into bad. After tossing and turning for nearly an hour he fell into a disgruntled sleep.

 

[PmTick]

The buzz of his police scanner, woke Cyrus up. He had fallen asleep watching his X-files VHS collection again. He slowly stood up and turned the television off, in an attempt to here the crackled messages over his scanner better. He felt like one of "The Lone Gunmen" when he easedropped on the police. Sometimes he even drove to the scene of the crime afterwards in an attempt to find spirits of the recently slain. Hell it beat going to funeral palors and passing out business cards.

His ears danced as he heard a description of the victim. The mental image of a savage attack started to burn its way into his brain as he smiled. He quickly grabbed the keys to his van and hopped in the rusted blue vehical, intent on getting to the murder scene while the air of death was still present.

 

[poohlive]

(It's your thread Angel, don't tell me you left too)



He woke with a start. Something clinking against the window. His eyes, at first hazy, grew fixed on the panes of glass that connected him to the outside world. He stared at it, like a predator waiting on it's prey. He waited for it to reveal himself.
Muscles that had once been dead became poised. He strained against the covers to move himself up, just enough to move if the time came.
They wouldn't give him any sort of chance, so he took all the ones he could.
There it went again, a shadow passed and knocked against the window. Once, twice. His hand, moving like a careful snake, reached over to the bedside table. Among the litter of cola cans, his wallet, a couple of fake badges, and a notebook was a small handgun.
He stopped before he reached it though.
When the branch hit the glass for the third time, he realized what it was, and relaxed. There must have been a wind outside or something, and it was pressing against the pane, that was all.
He gave out a huge sigh, trying to get rid of the adrenaline that he had stored up in his body.
His hands were shaking. He got up, out of bed. In the bathroom he splashed water into his face. This was beginning to get ouf of hand.
He looked at himself in the mirror, unsure as to what he was looking at. An aged man with a growing stubble and brown clumps for hair. He hadn't washed in days, one sniff and he nearly coughed. This life was getting to him.
After all this time, it was finally getting to him. He was about to blow a fucking branch to pieces.
In a fixed stare he looked into his own eyes in the mirror, searching for answers, but none came.

 

[Angelus]

Alex

As he walked her down the street with the lady he couldn't help but feel the need to feed. He knew he didn't really have to but this woman walking beside him was almost inviting him to do so. She looked at him with a smile which he returned, amazed at himself that he still knew how to.

As we walked down the street we started to talk about things.... about what she was doing out here in this cold night. She told me that she had been at a party and had forgotten what the time was and by the time she had seen what it was she was too late to get a ride from her friends and she was worried about what her parents would say.

As I listened to her the only thought that was going through my head was thaty her parents weren't going to worry about what time she got home. She was not going to get home at all. Before I even realized it she told be that we were nearing her home and I knew that it was time that she knew the true nature of her companion. I put a hand on her shoulder.
"I am sure that your parents aren't going to worry about what time you get home. I think that they are going to worry about your funeral."
"My funeral, what do you-"

Before she had time to finish I pulled her into a darkened part of the street and bit deep into her neck, causing her to let out a silent scream as I began to drain her blood.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Lyida paced the interior of her apartment. Her mind on what was happening in this town. There was a murdering vampire out obviously or a hunter would not be attracted to the area. It was those murdering asses that made the world dangerous for their kind. She kicked angrily at her sofa, she hated what she was. Hated being thought of as evil, a devil's spawn. She never asked for this life. She longed for her old one no matter how many problems she had faced then they were nothing compared to now. She had to move constantly because there was always some Jerk out there murdering women and she couldn't and wouldn't live in a city where a hunter was present. She still had no wish to die. Lydia hungered for only one thing these days other then blood, and that was knowledge. She took advantage of her eternal life and learned anything and everything there was to learn. About different people, different civilizations. She traveled the world and just explored basically. She had no interest in men though once in a while she indulged in a one night stand. Relationships were pointless, her love would die and she would live on, she would never make someone what she was. She wouldn't wish it on her worst enemy. Sighing she turned to the window wondering where her next destination would be.

 

[poohlive]

(I'm making it morning, crack of dawn actually, but if you have unfinished business to do in the night, go right ahead)


The south side docks.
It came to him, as if from his fuzzy memories as he woke up. A shot in the dark that he could not see, only feel when it whizzed by his ear, too close for comfort. The south side docks would be where he went.
Not where he was. For some reason he didn't feel as if the man lived there. This guy was a loner, but not there, he was a loner inside the system. He lived in some fancy place somewhere, looking at the people around him as they went by unnoticed, but he still went to the southside docks.
He did, he had to. From the deserted place that had been the first contact, that would be the only place to go that would have been quiet enough for him to continue his work. Even in that scarce of a population, there still might have been passerby's or an occasional cop.
In the south docks though, there was only the occasional sailor or hooker. The scum of the city that would care less if a woman were being molested or raped, or eaten. Someone would have noticed.
Someone.
He quickly got dressed, pulling over a dark sweater and some jeans, just enough to make him look decent. He ran his fingers through his hair, and purposely avoided any mirrors so that he wouldn't have to look at how horrible it was. Long curly locks tended to scatter about after a night of sleep.
His hair was trying to run away from him.
Outside, he eased behind his black cadillac and drove off to the southside.
Determination was on his face.

 

[PmTick]

Cyrus had waited in his car until the police left before he approached the crime scene. He stood in aw, only hours ago some simple minded everyday person was walking along minding there own business when a creature from a black and white movie murdered them and drained their blood. As he pictured the vampire swoop on its' victim, he smiled with glee, he couldn't belive he was actually look for a real life vampire. Satisfied with day dreaming, Cyrus decided he better get to work.

He pulled an electron magnetic field scope from the trunk of his car. The scope measured leaps in emf readings, which could indicate the presence of other worldly beings, especially ghosts. Although he had never actually sensed a ghost with the gadget, he had an eerie feeling about this particular sidewalk.

As he walked around the area, the device remained silent. He walked around the chalk outline, waiting for something to happen. He started to walk away from the scene when a gust of cold air surrounded him, stopping him from moving. He tried to raise his arms to shield himself from the wind but couldn't move. Suddenly the emf device starting blinking and whistling, it was then he knew Cyrus was in the grasp of a wraith.

 

[Angelus]

As soon as Alex reached his home he thought about what he did that night and smiled although he knew that with what he had done it would tell hunters that he was about. He knew that it was the wrong thing to do but there was some part of him that wanted them to find him so they could take his head and end his miserable existence.

He walked over to the large main windows and looked out over the city and wondered what the next night was going to bring- was it going to be as eventful as this one? Suddenly he noticed a shock of light in front of him and was shocked to see that the sun was slowly rising. His eyes widened and he turned quickly, hitting the button for the shutters as he did.

As soon as they had slammed down he cursed himself for being so stupid as to forget the hour of the day. He then felt the overwhelming need for sleep and walked over to his bed. He say down on it as as soon as he closed his eyes he fell into a deep sleep.

 

[poohlive]

It took several hours for him to find some sort of clue in this mess. Hours of searching revealed nothing more than a couple of used condoms and a half eaten sandwhich. From the looks of it, the ants would be the one to finish off the rest.
He had to dig deep into his wallet to talk to the pimps, whores, and few merchants and sailors still daring the streets. Most of them didn't even give him a chance to plead his case, others simply took the money and fiegned some sort of van somewhere. Some simple talk to get the money, nothing more.
One woman, it was after morning had almost grown into afternoon and his stomach was beginning to growl, who talked about a can parked down by one of the piers. She had heard screaming, and thought one of the guy's had asked a girl for a rape fantasy or something, but then she had heard gagging sounds, and finally the van just sped off down the street.
He thanked her with a 50, and wnt over to the pier she had talked about. An old worn and beaten part of the plank that looked as if they would fall from his weight.
There was a couple of drops of blood, they looked pretty fresh. He must have opened a window or something, wanted her screams to be heard in the night. Searching the area some more, getting his nose down between the plankboards that kept creaking each time he shifted on them, he also found a small scrap of clothing.
This he picked up, and put inside a little bag. Maybe something was there, maybe not.
It wouldn't harbor much of anything else in here though, he felt as if his job was done. Lunch was calling him, and he had a date later this afternoon that he did not want to miss.
A pretty busy day in the art of killing the undead.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Lydia sighed when she saw the sun begin to rise. Quickly she closed the blinds feeling angry that she couldn't bask in the sun's glow like normal people. Shaking her head she felt the normal need for sleep. She turned from the window and entered her room. Stripping quickly she climbed into her bed and within seconds after she closed her eyes she slipped into a blessedly deep sleep.

 

[PmTick]

The next thing Cyrus knew, he was home in bed, sitting up as if he was startled by something. Had he dreamed the crime scene last night, in hopes he would someday find an undead creature? As a sharp pain in his neck coursed through his body, his thought process was thrown off. He felt his neck to feel the source of his unrest but only brushed against his smooth, unbroken skin. Within seconds the pain had left him, allowing him to begin his morning ritual. Looking over his day planner, Cyrus saw he had an appointment later that afternoon to do a routine house anaylsis. The owners had been complaining of hearing voices in the middle of the night and footsteps moving down the hall. It would be a rather easy job and he would get paid handsomly from it. Good thing to, he had been living on Mac and Cheese for the past month and a half. As he began to pack his bags, Cyrus suddenly was freezing.

He turned to see an empty sidewalk, like the one he saw in his dream. He walked up the sidewalk, fighting the cold air and proceeding to the exact spot he was last night, the corner of Kilmer Ave and George Street. Without warning the neck pain returned, as the voice of a woman screaming filled the air. He closed his eyes, clenching in pain as he began to warm up again.

Cyrus opened his eyes to see he had never left his filthy apartment. The sidewalk, the scream, the pain was all in his head. Although he believed in apparitions and the undead, he was a man of science. He couldn't possibly believe that he had really been there, at the crime scene last night, and not remember driving home. As he reasoned with himself, Cyrus hopped in his car and headed toward Kilmer Ave.

 

[Angelus]

While he slept Alex had the most vivid dreams that he'd ever had. He dreamt that he was being hunted down by an inexhaustable hunter. He ran down a hallway with the hunter after him- silver stake in one hand and cross in the other. The harder that Alex ran the closer the hunter got until he slammed into him and knocked him to the ground.

The hunter looked down at Alex and said, "For all the people that you have killed I will sent you to the depths of hell."

Alex tried to ward off the hunter but before he could stop him he felt the skate slam down into his chest. Alex screamed out when that happened and his eyes shot open.

He looked around and when he found that he was still in his home he let out a sigh and said, "I hate this- take my life away from me."

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: You guys can make it dark again, if you want.


The police office was pretty much dormant in the early afternoon. There was nothing more than a couple of early arrests, and some cops who had decided to take office jobs a long time ago. Their ever expanding bellies were evidence of that.
He moved to one of the empty desks, sat, and waited. Billy should have been here, but must haveb een getting....
"There you are," Billy sat down, a cup of coffe in his hands. It looked cold, but as he drank, it didn't look like it. Must be the best one can find in a place like this.
"You said you had something?"
Billy nodded, opening a drawer behind his desk. He was one of the elder people here. A splash of gray was all he had for hair, sprouting atop of a tall gangly body. The smile he gave off, despite the hundreds of wrinkles it created, was worth it's weight in gold. He was sure of that.
"A new case, happened only last night. Two people killed on the far side of town."
Two people? Odd. He didn't think that his mystery van driver could have gotten more than one victim during the night.
Someone new?
"What do they got?"
"Few complaints of screaming in a dark alley. People thought it was a rape, and in truth it was. A body we identified earlier is a known rapist, right next to a few drops of blood that weren't his. We think someone else might have been involved."
Definitely odd, he wrote a few things down in a fresh page of notebook.
"And a girl, found near her home drained of most of her blood. Right now we're going with a cult thing, but you know..."
He knew, more cult things were just a cover-up for the police when something really weird happened. Most of the time he was called in, as a specialist, to take care of the weird cases and solve them.
One might call him a savior.
He only called himself damned.
"Is that all?"
The man nodded, "All of the info so far that we've got is right there. At this point we've got no leads or anything. One of the reasons I thought you could help."
He nodded, and got up.
"You'll get him, won't you?"
He paused for a moment, looking back at the elderly man, a small twinkle of hope in his eye.
"If I find him, he'll die."
The man smiled, it was good enough for him.
He left the building.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Lydia awake by the first sign of dusk. Her entire being was alert. She had dreamt of the hunter last night. Her curiosity could no longer be supressed despite common sense. She knew investigating the Hunter would be extremely dangerous. Something about this guy exuded ruthlessness and complete determination to rid the world of her kind. But she ignored all her inner warnings. Tonight she would find out who this guy was and what exactly he was doing in the city. But first, it was time for dinner.

 

[poohlive]

Night fell as he fianlly pulled his dark car to a stop amongst the connected street signs. A lump rose inside his throat as he glanced down the hollow alley that seperated two old brick buildings. Steam rose from one of the gratings halfway down the the sidewalk, giving off a foggy feel that rubber him the wrong way.
This was a perfect place for a feeing. Dark, quiet, set inside the urgan jungle that is either condemmed or getting there. Not a single person within four blocks that would bother to dial 911.
He moved quickly, not wanting to stay here any more than necessasary.
Emerging from the night came a crudely drawn chalk figure. he looked down at the displayed legs and outreaching arms of the first victim, a young woman by the name of Debbie, if he remembered correctly.
In the pale light he brought out his notebook, opeining it up to the page.
Debra Fern.
A college student, barely old enough to drink.
The story was that she had been walking home with her boyfriend....
Boyfriend, he paused for a moment, glancing around at the enclosed lagoon. There he was. Another chalk figure, this one alongside the brick wall. It looked like he had been leaned up against it, or rested against it. Either way he had died too.
A broken neck.
a warning rose up inside of him. Doing this job for years and years had given him a certain advantage in seeing what had happened, and this didn't add up all the same. There was something missing, something not quite right here.
Vampires don't break necks.
He moved down to the ground, examining the very cement that only the night before had harboured this shadow of the night. An aged smell came ot him, wafted to him. He sniffed in, relishing in it.
"There you are," A smell of murder and hunger combined. Very faint, but there just the same. He was lucky he had gotten here as soon as he did, another night and it would be another layer on this already putrid steet, like a piece of gum that turned into a part of the pavement it stuck to.
The vampire smelled a meal. He rushed over here wanting to feed, threw the boyfriend over there, snapped his neck, and then fed from the girl.
Why didn't she run?
It was her boyfriend that was being killed at the time, but from the distance of everything, she didn't try to excape from the situation at all.
If he didn't know any better, he could have swore she waited for the vampire.
The lay oft he body was facing the dead man. He stood at the foot of the chalk outline, the general direction of the dead man, poised in a position.
She heard his neck snap, she saw it.
She didn't run.
He wrote in his notebook, furious pen scratching for a few moments before he went back to the transcripts of the case so far.
A knife had been found nearby, between a couple of trashcans.
After a moment of gathering his bearings, he found where the knife was. A small x in chalk marked where it had been. No blood on it, but it looked fairly new. The police think that the murderer had used it, but he knew better.
It wasn't far from the dead man.
Not very far at all.
There was a second victim, not too far away. Perhaps a mile or two. She was drained of blood as well. Maybe the guy just felt so elevated after this he felt the urge to feed again. Someone else unsuspecting to nibble on before dawn reached out to him.
Why?
This was making less and less sense.
If he was still hungry, why didn't he just finish off the guy? The truth was, most vampires fed off of the opposite sex, but that doesn't mean beggars can be choosers. Two bodies, only one of them is drained, and then another drained body a mile or so away.
It just didn't add up.
She had been sexually asaulted. Tests revealed shortly before or after her death someone had attempted sex with her, from the amount of bruising on her body, it wasn't consensual.
He wouldn't do that. This vampire, any vampire didn't enjoy the pleasures of the flesh after the life was drained from her. This man was careful, cunning, very strong, but not a sexual predator. He hunted for food, not pleasure.
Unlike the van vampire he was now chasing.
Sex, knife, dead guy, and two drained victims.
He scratched his head. This was going to be a long night.

 

[Angelus]

As soon as Alex opened his eyes that night he felt his strength come back to him but there was something still with him. The dream that he had had been so real and he wondered if that was a preminition of things to come, was he going to die at the hands of a hunter. Was there a hunter about and if so was he or she after him.

He shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts as the last thing that he wanted to do was go out without a clear head. He walked over to his shower and washed all the sweat and grime from his sleep and the night before. After he dried himself off he got dressed then walked out of his home, one thing on his mind. He needed to feed.

As soon as he walked out Alex cursed the cold again- he hated winter in this city. He began to slowly walk down the street, wondering where his first meal of the night was going to come from or more importantly- who it was going to come from.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Lydia gently laid the young man down on the bench licking her lips. She patted the top of his head "now be a good boy and sleep" she said softly. She never killed her victems, only took what she needed then erased the memory from their minds. If only all her kind would be this way, there would be no use for hunters. Speaking of which, it was not time to find out who this guy was. She opened her senses searching for the hunters presence. She didn't expect to find him but she thought it worth a try. True enough his presence seemed to be cloaked. "Guess I'll have to do it the old fashioned way" she counted off the recent murder scenes in her head. There had been one that stuck out at her. A vampire was involved she was sure. She would check that out first. She sprinted in that direction to fast for a mortal to see. She climbed a fire escape on a builded landing deftly on the roof. Then she once more headed in the murder scene's direction leaping from roof to roof. She was within sighting distance when she sensed him. He was a strong one this hunter, and a loner. She could smell his confusion as he looked over the scene of the murder. She moved no closer, she didn't want him alerted to her presence. Instead she crouched low and watched silently from the roof tops above.

 

[PmTick]

Cyrus awoke in a dark alley, not far away from the murder scene of the previous night. Scratching his head, he attempted to recall what happened to him. The last thing he remembered was hopping in his car and heading towards the scene of the crime.

As he staggered up, a cold gust of air overcame him. Suddenly images of blood started to fill his head. The liquid crimson was everywhere. On his hands, in his hair, on the sidewalk, everywhere.

As soon as the images appeared, they left and Cyrus found himslef down the street from another murder scene. This time however, the police where still there. He climbed a on top of a nearby bench in an attempt to get a look at the crime scene, without being detected.

 

[poohlive]

He sat in the seat of his car, the notes on the dashboard. They weren't needed anymore, enither was the crime scene. It only took a few moments to imbed the details inside of him, work them over, mull them again and again.
It just didn't made sense.
He wasn't horny. When vampires were horny, they didn't leave things this sloppy. If this was a sexual feast, they would have dragged her ass from the river about a week from now.
Rape.
The man flung to the side, his neck broken. He went over to the man and broke his neck.
She didn't run.
Why didn't she run?
She had every chance to run. Either way would have made sense. If she had tried to stop him, tackle him or something it would have made sense. If she had been caught down the street, abandoning her high heels and footing it as far as she could before he caught up to her, that would make even more sense.
She stood right there.
She felt safe.
That was it.
He nodded fiercely, the fuzzy elements in his mind becoming clearer now.
"She felt safe. Somehow, when that vampire walked over to the man and just broke his neck, she felt as safe as she possible could."
Which meant, before she didn't feel safe.
The man.
He hit the steering wheel with such ferocity that the horn sounded. Startled, he looked out to see if anyone had noticed, and when he realized the place was for the most part empty, scrambled out of the vehicle.
"You were right here," he walked up to where the man and woman were the night before, stalking their presence as if he were the blood sucker.
"You came up to both of them, heard the noises of her struggling against him. You knew no one would be around. The man, probably good at what he did, picked the easiest bitch to fuck he could find."
He pretened to reach for a body, and toss it back to the huddled pile of chalk in the corner.
"When she saw this, she must have thought you were her hero, her knight in shining armor. You sick mother fucker, how long did you let her think she was safe? How long did you watch that twinkle in her eye before you killed her?"
He walked over to where the man would have been last night, against the side of the building. He talked faster now, almost furious. It was as if he caught a piece of the action last night, and was simply playing his own part in the tragedy.
"You broke his neck for her. You didn't have to. He was dead already, hitting the bricks at that spped and with that strength. You wanted her to see it, to hear it."
His hands went down, snapping an invisible neck.
"And you came back to her. You walked up to her, and she thanked you. She said something to you, some compliment."
He made a motion to bite into her, reaching the very spot where the woman had fell to the ground.
Case solved.
"Sick fuck."
He let his hand go through the wild tufts of curly hair atop of his head. The reality of the scene was still fresh in his mind, and as much as he liked solving it, the very act made him feel dirty.
Tainted.
He simply shook his head, looking down at the outline of the poor girl. A double victim, rape and then murder. The poor thing. Talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
"I'm sorry," he knelt down to the pavement, his hand touching the spot where she breathed her last. For a moment, just a moment he thought a faint breeze of roses filled his senses.
He smiled, the aroma lingering in the air.
"Your welcome."
He checked his notebook, looking at where the other victim had been slain. She might have some clues to this new killer as well.