The sun sparkled along the streets of New York City as it sets over the horizon. The streets fill with people leaving their jobs and hurrying off home or readying themselves for the night life ahead of them. How innocent many of them may seem; they all have secrets. Some are just as deadly as others. The wind glided along the legs of the busy movers; including the legs of Natalie's. She had on her V-neck band shirt with some flare jeans along with her converse. Her long pink hair fluttered in the wind as she looked at the setting sun.

She had six other girls surrounding her as they talked about petty things like clothes or the hottest guys in their school or their sex life. She was paying no attention to them what so ever as she watched the sun set. She turned towards them; backing up from the crowd. They all looked at her. "Hey Nat, whats up?" One of them asked her. Natalie looked at her before turning around; eyes getting a cold and dark swirling red color as it got closer to night and rolling at some of the girl's conversations. "Nothing. You guys should get going before the monsters come out. Its dangerous. Bye." She said coldly; detouring through a small alley.

The girls where almost speechless as they all watched her leave down the alley way and disappear into the darkness. She flung her book-bag over her shoulder as she ran; at the end of this alley way, there was a huge picket fence that had a gaping hole in it that led right to her apartments. She crawled under it as her skin bubbled with goose bumps and grew whiter. The sun was barely showing over the horizon now as the pink and purple lights from it was the only thing lighting up the sky. The chilling air of fall whisked in sync with the speeding cars by the streets as she hurriedly walked along the sidewalk of the alley way; entering the streets where she would take a right and there would be her apartments.

She walked into the apartments; jingling her keys in her hand as she walked up the steps of the cold empty stairwells. She took a sharp left down a small hallway before opening her door. She slammed it shut as she threw her book-bag over and onto the couch. Her eye color swirled until they turned a pinkish red as her skin turned pale white. She released her hair from its half-side pony tail and shook it violently; releasing a psychotic laugh that filled the empty room. She walked towards her room in the apartment and opened the closet door and pushing the clothes all to the side until she found a black plastic bag that had a beautiful black dress in it that had blood stains on it.

A smile came to her face as she lightly glided her fingers along the plastic and unwrapped it. "Ah, this time of day always brings me joy." She chuckled as she stripped down and put on the dress. She tied her shoes on her as she lifted her hair from the straps of her dress; putting on a long robe-jacket. She had a smile on her face before the sun's light was completely gone and the only light there was was the light of the moon. She opened her window; putting up her hood on her long jacket and jumping down. She landed perfectly on her feet even in the heels she was wearing as the hood covered her face up as she walked down back where she had originally came from.

She walked through the hole in the picket fence and down the alley way until she reached the booming streets; the night life. She smiled as she glanced at people walking by. There where so many tonight counting that it was a Friday; young ones. She watched as one couple of teens lock hands into the night while they walk; laughing and enjoying their time. She snickered as she watched them past. The easiest victims for female vampires was usually at the bar or a strip club; horny men are very vulnerable to the female vampires.

For male vampires; the easiest targets where either drunk women or a group of teenage girls. Natalie took strides into the streets; her hair hidden. There have been many reports on missing people or people who had died; though they always ended up the same for the vampires, always ending up as 'Unknown Killer(s) Strike Again!'. She walked near a tall building that had the words of 'Love Hotel' on them. It seemed a good place for hunting; though she could always move somewhere else, for the night was still young. She walked into the hotel and found that receptionist was a young man. He had dirty blonde hair with a slim muscular body and who seemed to reached just about 6 feet.

She smiled as she walked up towards him; smart enough to not show her hair but her face. It was hidden to anyone who didn't see her right on and her jacket was common around New York as a rich and expensive coat that most woman wore here around this time of season. "Hello sir. I was wondering when you where getting off." Her voice sounded sweet and seducing as she spoke. She see the goose bumps on his skin when she first spoke. She opened the bottom buttons of her jacket; revealing her long ivory tanned legs with her pretty shoes.

The man smiled as he watched her. He turned back towards the back room of the hotel. "Hey! Jamie, I am going out for a while; do you mind if you watch my post for a while?" He didn't even wait for the person to answer before answering himself. "Thanks." He said, walking out of the counter and grabbing her arm. "Which room, my lady?" He said, voice smooth and trying to be romantic. All she could do was smile. "Do you have a room available on the top floor? I will pay." She said with a twisted grin. "Yes, I do." He had her arm locked in his, though she was still able to move it freely.

He led her towards the elevator and they went up to the seventh floor; the top one. They walked towards the right and into the room that had the words on it saying, 'Lincoln Bedroom.' He walked and took out his keys and unlocked it; allowing her to go in first. She smiled as she walked in; making sure he closed and locked the door before she walked to the bedroom. Love hotels where the best to make your killings; they had windows that opened up and the walls where 100% sound proof. He walked into the room with her; already undoing his shirt. She took off her jacket-robe, revealing almost all of herself with her dress and such and he grinned at the sight.

All she did was laugh as she walked towards the door, closing and locking it before she had a twisted grin come to her face; this is when he stopped unbuttoning his shirt to stare. She took a step forward towards him; she loved playing with the humans before she actually killed them. One instant she was at the door, the next, she was pinning him down towards the wall. He squirmed and tried to shove her back but it was useless. He started to scream; almost forgetting as if he was in a sound proof love hotel. Her lips pressed towards his, causing him to shut up.

He kept squirming as she jerked his hands to the wall and stuck her thumb to her chest. She released the kiss and looked at him. "W-what the hell are you doing you crazy ass bitch!?" He yelled; looking at her thumb. She snickered before pushing it into his chest; feeling and hearing the tearing of his flesh as her thumb disappeared into his chest. Now he squirmed even more; painfully crying out loud in his useless wails.

She pulled out her thumb which was now soaked with his sticky hot blood; she rubbed it onto his face as he tried almost everything to get away from her grasped. She smiled at his attempts before she grabbed his hand and in one swift move twisted it around his back and pushing her knee into his back until she heard the cracking and snapping sound of his arm bone. She stepped away as he dropped to the ground in pain and the wheezing of his breath just made her even more excited. She couldn't take it. This kill was more than she could handle in her pleasure; it was so much fun that she had to end it now before she got too carried away.

She reached her arm into the air; black shadows and blood spewed out of now where and formed into her hand. It twisted and wrapped itself around itself as it formed her gigantic yet light weapon; a scythe. When he saw this; he back himself into the wall and the nightstand by the bed. Her eyes where still reddish pinkish; becoming more vibrant as the weapon finished forming. She raised it into the air and backed her arm towards the right as if she was about to hit a base ball; both hands gripping onto the handle of the weapon.

He screamed as his eyes widen and his pupils got small. She swung at him; watching his body tear in half and blood spewed across the walls and drained into the carpet. She let out a wailing laugh as the blood sprayed onto her as well. She was in pure pleasure as she swung again; this time popping the head off of its shoulders. On that swing; the weapon instantly disappeared as she walked towards him, ceasing her hysterical laughing. She bent down and dipped her hand into the hot sticky blood that dripped like water but felt as thick as syrup.

She smiled as she walked towards the wall and pressed her fingers against this; releasing an accomplishing sigh as she began to draw the symbol of Satan. "May Satan have Bless your soul; for you have sin and you are now part of the dead, snake." She said, finalizing the symbol. She stepped away before the body literally exploded and the blood, bones and internals spewed across the room. When a soul leaves a body for Satan; their bodies explode. She laughed so loud at it that it covered up the sound of the explosion.

Her hair, body, and dress was covered with red. She snickered as she walked towards the bathroom. She ran the water on hot as she stripped down and washed off the blood and chunks off of her body. It was only about a 20 minute shower before walked out and re-applied her warm, blood-soaked clothes. She put on her jacket-robe and walked outside of the room. She walked towards the elevator after locking the room. When she got down stairs, no one was at the receptionist desk and chances are, no one was really in the back room; his mistake.

She put the money on the desk with the cards and walked out of the love hotel. She walked along the streets of the buzzing city before looking up at the sky; her eyes where still glowing reddish pink before she smiled her twisted little grin. "Oh yes, the night is still too young." She said to herself in a quiet and messed up voice.

New Paltz, New York:

Alec Sutrov stood on the sidewalk of a main street in New Paltz, New York, about an hour and a half to two hours from New York City. That's what his true destination was, the big apple, one of the most crowded places in the US, and that would definitely reduce the number of Angels able to track him down. Just a couple of days ago, he had had to kill another one that had managed to track him. The chill wind blew, moving his bleached-white hair out of in front of his eyes, which is when he noticed just how low the sun had gotten. He was getting sick of waiting on the damn bus too, getting bored, and now he started to feel the need. The need that he felt every night. The need he could never resist. Not like he wanted to anyway, he enjoyed it immensely.

An older couple walked past him, standing next to the bus stop bench, and looked at him with shocked faces. He wasn't changing, oh no, but they were horrified by his attire. Black leather clothing, a black choker with a celtic-style cross dangling on his bare, showing chest. He just smirked deviously at them as they scurried past, the old man shooting him another look before they turned the corner. New Paltz was one of those small towns that had never heard of fashion, but that wasn't the only reason Alec wore what he did. Blood was easy to clean off this material, and he had to clean it frequently. Every night, in fact.

Down the street from the dark looking teen, another group of teens, local to this place, jumped out of their car, a convertible, tricked out mustang that Blake Redding had been given as a graduation present earlier that day. Blake had noticed the guy down the street by the bus stop a moment ago, and was staring at him vacantly, when Alec's icy blue eyes locked on him. Blake's signature, warm-hearted smile remained on his face as he turned away from the wierdo and looked back over to his girlfriend, Sharon, the Valedictorian for this year's senior class. His smile broadened, as she leaned in to kiss him, and then pulled his hands, dragging him into the small nightclub they had all decided to celebrate in tonight.

Blake's energetic, happy gait, carried him through the door and to an empty table, where he waited for a waiter with his six companions. A waitress came soon, with a quizical look on her face, "ID's." She said impatiently as she put a hand on her hip, rolling her eyes at the group of teens. To her surprise, they each pulled out an ID, saying that they were all 21. Even though she didn't really believe it, she let it be, she had a younger sister who had graduated today, and knew what was up. The group ordered drinks, and after they arrived, they passed around the pills. It was supposed to be really good stuff, from the City. The pills had immediate effect, and it was amplified by the fast, rhythmic beats of the club's music. But the buzz was soon killed.

Alec, staring cruelly at the night club door, unable to remove the image of the happy looking kids, started walking that way. His fists clenched and unclenched, the sun was finally down, his skin was taking on a sickly grey color, and the whites of his eyes were going black, the iris' turning red and orange, and his pupils dilating upwards and downwards so that they looked like cat-eyes. An evil smirk crept across his face, his eyebrows coming down in an infuriated expression. He stopped in front of the door for a split second, then reached out his left hand behind him slightly, as an inferno erupted up from the ground to his hand, forming his massive sword. He pushed the club door open with his free hand, then walked in, dragging the heavy-looking blade behind him on the ground.

"What the hell?!" Someone sitting at a table with a girl shouted. The girl started to turn around, her lips opening so that she could say 'What?', but Alec jumped at them through the air, spinning and sinking his sword into the top of her head, halfway turned to face Alec. The guy sitting across from her froze with his mouth hanging open, some of her blood and brain matter trickling down his face. Alec's demonic, fiery eyes locked on his, and he laughed wickedly, then in a flash moved forward as the lights went out in sync with the music, impaling the guy on his sword, then as the lights flashed back on, threw him through the air onto the dance floor. Alec turned to a waitress, trying to flee through the door, but with his super-human speed, he beat her there, looking as if he hadn't moved at all, standing calmly with the sword's tip resting on the ground.

"Going somewhere?" Blake heard some sadistic voice ask before there was a scream, and then two thuds, followed by the head of his waitress just a moment ago rolling past his table, onto the dance floor, where a man was laying in a pool of blood. Alec made quick work of the bartender too, disappearing from in front of the door as the lights went out, and reappearing as they came back on, crouching on top of the bar, blade held out horizontally in the air. Alec laughed, blood dripping off the blade, as what seemed like a thousand screams sounded off, muffled to anyone that was outside by the sound-proofed walls. And then he stabbed the bartender through the stomach, pulled the sword out, and then, in a bloodlusting frenzy, stabbed again and again and again, before turning to look at a dozen or so terrified faces.

Alec jumped off the bar, landing in front of some kid, and then sliced him in half, waving the sword through the air like it weighed nothing. "Matt!" Blake cried out as his friend fell to the ground in two pieces, blood squirting out all over the floor. Some girl started screaming, a high-pitched, blood-curdling sound, which sounded like it went on forever, only interrupted by the loud beats of the music. Alec swung at her, taking off an arm, and the girl stared at her blood spurting stump, still screaming, and then she fell to the ground as Alec chopped of one of her legs, laughing as he did it. Only then did the scream stop, as she fell face-first to the ground, landing with a sick crack of her neck.

Blake ran forward, in the hope of protecting his friends from this psycho, and swung with his fist, making perfect contact with Alec's jaw, but he didn't move so much as an inch from the impact. Blake grabbed his hand in pain, looking down at it, fractured at the very least, possibly shattered around his index and middle fingers, and then he went flying across the room, thrown like a rag doll by Alec. He collided into the wall, getting knocked unconscious, and then fell limply to the floor.

Alec continued in the slaughter as if no one had interrupted him, tearing through Blake's group of friends and all the others there, letting none escape. Limbs flew through the air like jets high up in the sky, followed by tendrils of blood, the smoke trails left behind. There was screaming for a few seconds, but he silenced it quickly, until there was only one girl left alive in the entire place, cowering over the body of the guy he had thrown across the room. Alec walked over to her, smiling warmly, blood coating him all over, having dyed random parts of his white hair red, and asked, "What's the matter?" His voice sounded completely genuine, and was in such a sweet tone, the girl, who's name was Sharon, looked at him through her tears, unsure if that was the same person that had just slaughtered everyone. "Are you alright?" Alec asked in the same tone of voice as he got on one knee, his sword scraping against the ground behind him. Then he reached out with a blood-drenched hand, grabbing Sharon by the back of her neck, and pulled her face to his kissing her full on the lips, sticking his tongue in as far as it would go, and then before she could even register what was happening, he spun his hand around from the back of her neck to the front, gripping down with inhuman strength on her throat. He pushed her back forcefully, ramming her against the wall, and then spun his body around, sinking his sword into her chest. Sharon tried to scream, but her throat was too full of blood for any noise greater than a gurgle to come out, and then she died there, pinned against the wall by a massive sword.

Alec walked over to the door, locking the deadbolt, and moved all the bodies over to where the still unconscious Blake was lying, Sharon having toppled over, laying on top of her boyfriend, bleeding all over him. Then, Alec made sure to use blood from every single one of the people he had just slain, in creating a massive version of the Symbol of Satan's Children, an upside-down star, a pentagram, surrounded by a snake devouring itself, then said to himself, "Hmmmm... There's something missing," he spun around, looking at the now empty club. "Ah, right!" He walked over to the bar, grabbing a bunch of high-proof bottles of liquor, and began pouring it all over the place. "Father, I wish you were here to see this." Alec said as he took out a match, ignited it, and then dropped it onto the blood and alcohol soaked ground. He was thinking of both his fathers, his human one, and the Fallen One, Satan. The flames burst into life, beginning their consumption of the place, and Alec watched from next to the door, then recited, "May Satan bless your souls; for you have Sinned and are now part of the Dead...... Snakes." Alec stepped outside, then shut the door again, and began walking down the street, south, towards New York City.

Blake bolted upright, and regretted it immediately, his head pounding, his body covered in sweat, he was so hot! And then he realized why, he saw the fire all around him, and then the bodies, the blood, before he looked down at himself, at Sharon lying on top of him, her face turned towards him. Her expression brought him to tears spontaneously. The pain that was so apparent on her face, the blood all over her, her mouth wide open, in a silent scream, blood still dripping out of it. His first reaction was to push her off, which he did, and he immediately felt ashamed for it, but he couldn't pull her back, as she rolled into the fire which had crept so much closer. Her body ignited, and then seemed to begin to bloat, massive blisters boiling up on her skin, just like everyone else around him. He turned away, then vomitted. When he looked up, away from the bodies, he saw the symbol, made of blood, and a chill crept up his spine despite how hot it was in the club. He turned back to the flames, hoping to see a way out, but there was none, and his eyes fell back to the bodies, expanding disgustingly, before they all exploded at once. Blood and bits of flesh coated Blake, followed by flames, and he screamed in disgust, horror, and pain, as he burned to death.

A car stopped along the side of the road, the driver looking at the blood soaked, white haired kid through the passenger window. "You alright, kid? Need some help?" Alec smirked deviantly at the man, and his sword appeared in a burst of flames in his hand, and he swung it down on top of the car, tearing through the roof, and then into the driver's head. The sword disappeared right after that, and then Alec walked over to the driver side door, opened it, and threw the body out. He drove away from New Paltz, New York, in a car with a massive gash in the roof, to New York City.

Its almost sunset that time of day again. Dressed in her skirt and corset, Siyah sits on the edge of a building rooftop, in NYC, anticipating the sunset. Every night she regrets the deal and choices she made. But when she kills it's like a whole new spark has started within her and she wants more. The wind blows through her long dark hair as she looks down to the pavement below. The sun is about to go down. She sheds a tear as her eyes begin to change to a bright blue and her hair slowly lightens to a silver. She opens her eyes and slowly lifts her head up as an insane smirk spreads across her face. Siyah stands up on the ledge, her skin slightly paler and pure madness spread across her face "finally its time".

She looks out on the city debating where to hunt. "What little birdy shall I play with tonight" asking herself in a sadistic sing song tone. She spots an ally by a bar. She steps down and heads there as the city turns to night. In this form she loves the feel of everyones eyes on her as she struts through the streets. Every guy has his eyes on her legs and every girl hating her the moment they see her. She sees them all as victims, little pawns in her game.

The bar is filled with drunks and bums already. Mostly the low lifes who spend all day getting wasted. She goes and stands in the ally leaning against a brick wall between two buildings directly across from the bar. She has her long lean legs extended, Siyah waits until a drunk finally notices her. "Hey baby you look lonely tonight" he slurs and stumbles over his words. Smirking she pulls him over seductivley.
The drunk runs his hands up her sides and she lets him until she gets bored of this teasing game. In a sweet little voice she asks "why don't we go over here so know can see" she winks at him and he leads her farther down the ally to the dark where no one would see a thing. Unknowingly he led himself to death.

Siyah gets more aggressive and pushes the drunk against the wall. Biting the air teasingly. He becomes completely turned on and smirks at her. Siyah lets her insanity slip through a bit more and pulls out a pen like object. The drunk, obviously in another world right now, "watcha doin". Siyah smirks "getting the party started of course..." the drunk tries to kiss but she puts her finger to his mouth. "Not yet lets have a little fun first." She raises her eye brows and click the top of the pen which is actually a small knife (with a very sharp blade). The drunk doesn't even notice the change in the situation.

Still having him pinned to the wall she begins slowly cutting designs into his skin. The drunk watches in terror unable to scream or move he just stands there watching. She begins singing sadisticly as she cuts up his arms and over his face:

See, see my playmate,
Come out and play with me
And bring your dollies three
Climb up my apple tree
Slide down my Rainbow into
my celler door
And we'll be jolly friends
Forever evermore.

When she finishes her design Siyah starts humming the tune and cuts out his heart and kills him. She leaves him laying dead in the ally and walks out humming and blends into the crowd. Very pleased with herself.

The sun was beginning to set again, it could only just be seen through the gaps between buildings. Zeruel hated this city, why New York? It's such a big place that it makes his job a lot more difficult. Of course Vampires stick out, but only when they kill. And they are so tricky, silent, discrete. By discrete meaning, you never see them do it but the mess they make is atrocious. Other than that, they look normal. He stared up trying to catch the last few moments of the sun, Angels transformation was never quite as painful or different, but it wasn't something everyone needed to see. Being too far from his home, Zeruel ran inside and alleyway, clutching his chest as he felt the transformation beginning.

His eyes turning from their original brown colour to a vibrant blue, the only thing this really did was allow him to see in the dark. Which of course, had to be useful, Vampires only come out at night. Zeruel's hair grew a blue streak; the tattoo, of the symbol he had to write in the filthy Vampire's blood, appearing on his left shoulder. No wings, oh no, that would be too easy if wings were a possibility. It would help when trying to match at ever-so-annoying Vampire speed. Of course it could make them stick out, way too much, but what did Zeruel care? He stuck out quite a bit anyway, what with the vibrant blue he wore.

When the transformation was complete, Zeruel lifted his head, his vibrant blue eyes seemed to be glowing. Even though they were only really supposed to kill one a year, Zeruel wanted to kill one every night. It came with the title really, Vampires lust for blood, not drinking it. Rather just seeing it was enough to excite them. Angels lust was to destroy these vile creatures of the night.

Zeruel threw on his black cloak, it covered him everywhere, stopping just before it touched the ground. It also came with a hood, in order to hide his face, although he always thought it might make him a little too obvious. Not many people wear this outfit, it just sort of screams to Vampire. 'Yes i'm an Angel, so run now.'. Never-the-less, he wore it.

He crept out of the alleyway, a few awkward stares would befall him, they probably though he had just murdered or raped someone down there. He did look a little suspicious with the black cloak on after all. Something caught his eye though, a woman running, after she had looked at him. He noticed that her eyes were of a crimson colour. He knew that this was a Vampire, and took off after her. Twixt back and forth between the crowds of people.

She was getting rather annoying, with no possible hope to catch her. Zeruel used something only Angels could, their mind. He looked up, they were near a construction site, metal beams balancing on the frame for something which would probably be a new mall or office. He concentrated on the metal beam, his eyes glowing a more intense blue. The beam suddenly fell, impaling the Vampire from head to toe. The beam toppled over, brining the Vampire with it.

Zeruel couldn't contain his laughter, the sight was too rich to not laugh at. He walked slowly and calmly towards the Vampire squirming beneath the metal beam. Manifesting a purple halberd in his hand, he rested the tip just over where her heart was. She looked up at him, pain and suffering in his eyes, just wanting to be forgiven. They all seemed to look like this when they knew they were going to die, not that it was true, it was all a trick and Zeruel knew this. He plunged the halberd through her heart, she gave out an angry cry before the life left her eyes. More blood leaked out of the wound, adding to that which was already there.

He lifted the halberd from her wound, allowing it to disappear into dust in his hands. Kneeling down, he traced his finger over her blood, creating the symbol to send her soul to the next world. He never actually saw the symbol before, it just seemed to be embedded into his brain. "May your damned soul find salvation with God." the body burst, not into blood, but into dust, blowing gently away on the wind. He stood up once again before brushing down his cloak and walking off into the night, laughing to himself.

Kia looked at the sky calmly. Sunset again. She shivered slightly looking behind her at a group of guys who called themselves mates. It drove her mad looking at their stoned faces with only one goal in life. Turning her attention back to the crowded streets of the city she watched everything pass by her at an alarming speed. "You could die Kia." A small smirk crawled onto her face, "Anytime you want and yet you stay?" she started to walk off determined when a firm hand grabbed her shoulder and twisted her back uncomfortably.
"Hey... Girl..." His eyes had met hers and blanking out again. Poor Deece it wasn't the first time he'd tried to stop her leaving but this time, this time was slightly different. There was no returning for her. "You're 15 babe. Lives just starting for you." He tugged at her violently but her feet had already dug themselves into the ground keeping her firmly in place. Kia's laugh was light and quite as she started to walk off again. "Sorry Deece, I gotta go some place new."

It was dark soon and the crowds were unresonable. Kia hadn't changed at all and still looking like the alley cat she is she walked into a club already unnerved and taking deep breaths. They let her in of course especially when she flashed a fake ID and tipped the man at the door a fair amount but she knew that she personally wouldn't cope here long so she had to work quickly.
"Hey, Pretty girl. Wanna dance?" She walked past the people who meant nothing to her. She continued to let the lights blind her and the guys to push up against her body causing her to feel the ground sway beneath her like a unpleasant merry go round. There was an odd smell in the world and soon she was in a back alley gasping for breath tears running down her cheeks her knees on the ground, hands shaking. She was clastrophobic and it got the better of her. Noises were auidable down the alley. Two... No... maybe three people were working their way down the alley and one called her name. Screamed her name.

Her eyes met the girls almost instantly and then the two guys. It was odd because one thing registered. If the girl was yelling. It was an attack. It wasn't the first time Kia had seen these things not at all beacause for the past 6months she's been dealing with these sort of scum bags. Vampires. "M-m-mandy?!" Kia stood up and dashed to her hugging her friend but the blood on the mans hands made her realise how late she was to save her. Play innocent girl, Play Sweet, Play cute. Her thoughts circled her head there were two there. It was uncommon for them to attack in groups unless they knew she would find them. Unless... Of course. She must of killed their mate the other night. It was a fight they wanted. A fight she wasnt so sure she could win. Letting her guard down she starts to think some more trying to remember what exactly had bought on this chain of events and within seconds she was screaming in pain from her back hitting the rough surface of the ground. Choking up splatters of blood she rolled over a little. The taller of the two was trying to say something but her mind was working overtime telling her to get up and fight.
"You look little more then a child." One at a time they spat at her causing a flurry of anger to rise into her. Within seconds she was up off the floor the stronger of the pair up agaisnt a wall with the other dropping to the floor like a fly. One shot. Bam. The blood seeped slowly onto the ground trailing down to her feet slowly the other vampire looked at her in shock. "S-S-So... It's true?" Before she could dignify the pig with an answer she hit him round the face with the gun brutally hearing the sizzle of burning flesh on contact. Squeals pierced her ears sharply and in seconds she'd got bored and shot him cold.
"It's no fun when they attack you now." She turned letting her fingers slip in the blood creating the symbol along the wall the brick rough agaisnt her skin she was relieved that she'd killed enough for a while. Pulling her hood up she sighed and turned around knowing that it was a week since her last kill. "Why does trouble just keep coming?" She wandered out int the streets again.

Kia looked at the sky calmly. Sunset again. She shivered slightly looking behind her at a group of guys who called themselves mates. It drove her mad looking at their stoned faces with only one goal in life. Turning her attention back to the crowded streets of the city she watched everything pass by her at an alarming speed. "You could die Kia." A small smirk crawled onto her face, "Anytime you want and yet you stay?" she started to walk off determined when a firm hand grabbed her shoulder and twisted her back uncomfortably.
"Hey... Girl..." His eyes had met hers and blanking out again. Poor Deece it wasn't the first time he'd tried to stop her leaving but this time, this time was slightly different. There was no returning for her. "You're 15 babe. Lives just starting for you." He tugged at her violently but her feet had already dug themselves into the ground keeping her firmly in place. Kia's laugh was light and quite as she started to walk off again. "Sorry Deece, I gotta go some place new."

It was dark soon and the crowds were unresonable. Kia hadn't changed at all and still looking like the alley cat she is she walked into a club already unnerved and taking deep breaths. They let her in of course especially when she flashed a fake ID and tipped the man at the door a fair amount but she knew that she personally wouldn't cope here long so she had to work quickly.
"Hey, Pretty girl. Wanna dance?" She walked past the people who meant nothing to her. She continued to let the lights blind her and the guys to push up against her body causing her to feel the ground sway beneath her like a unpleasant merry go round. There was an odd smell in the world and soon she was in a back alley gasping for breath tears running down her cheeks her knees on the ground, hands shaking. She was clastrophobic and it got the better of her. Noises were auidable down the alley. Two... No... maybe three people were working their way down the alley and one called her name. Screamed her name.

Her eyes met the girls almost instantly and then the two guys. It was odd because one thing registered. If the girl was yelling. It was an attack. It wasn't the first time Kia had seen these things not at all beacause for the past 6months she's been dealing with these sort of scum bags. Vampires. "M-m-mandy?!" Kia stood up and dashed to her hugging her friend but the blood on the mans hands made her realise how late she was to save her. Play innocent girl, Play Sweet, Play cute. Her thoughts circled her head there were two there. It was uncommon for them to attack in groups unless they knew she would find them. Unless... Of course. She must of killed their mate the other night. It was a fight they wanted. A fight she wasnt so sure she could win. Letting her guard down she starts to think some more trying to remember what exactly had bought on this chain of events and within seconds she was screaming in pain from her back hitting the rough surface of the ground. Choking up splatters of blood she rolled over a little. The taller of the two was trying to say something but her mind was working overtime telling her to get up and fight.
"You look little more then a child." One at a time they spat at her causing a flurry of anger to rise into her. Within seconds she was up off the floor the stronger of the pair up agaisnt a wall with the other dropping to the floor like a fly. One shot. Bam. The blood seeped slowly onto the ground trailing down to her feet slowly the other vampire looked at her in shock. "S-S-So... It's true?" Before she could dignify the pig with an answer she hit him round the face with the gun brutally hearing the sizzle of burning flesh on contact. Squeals pierced her ears sharply and in seconds she'd got bored and shot him cold.
"It's no fun when they attack you now." She turned letting her fingers slip in the blood creating the symbol along the wall the brick rough agaisnt her skin she was relieved that she'd killed enough for a while. Pulling her hood up she sighed and turned around knowing that it was a week since her last kill. "Why does trouble just keep coming?" She wandered out into the streets again.

It was only 10 PM by the time a car with a long gash in the roof rolled into the upper west side, being halted by the almost completely frozen traffic, literally, because there was no driver inside the torn up vehicle. Alec had gotten out of the vehicle a short ways back, and then he tied down the gas pedal so that the vehicle went careening down a packed street, finally rear ending a nice sedan, twisting the metal, sending shards flying. Alec smirked from a block away, admiring his work. He enjoyed causing general discord; chaos like this was something he had always enjoyed, before he was a Vampire. A man started screaming from within the vehicle Alec's had collided into. The pain was very clear in the sound of his voice. Alec's lips parted, revealing his pearly white teeth, as he laughed, and then disappeared into a dark alleyway.

He ws still covered in blood, most of it dried on to form a crusty crimson shell. His hair dangled in thick, stuck together strands, and his face had rivulets of blood that had dried on it in a vertical design. His leather clothing was coated in blood as well, but it was nothing a little warm water couldn't fix, later. Much later. He still had to get a feel for New York City, afterall. He walked through the maze-like series of alleys, his fiery eyes revealing everything in the darkness. A group of homeless huddled together, a black cat prowling from on top of a closed dumpster, looking for it's next meal. Kind of like Alec. His smirk was still present on his face, and his eyes were glued on the group of homeless people. One of the men shivered as Alec's eyes moved across his back, and then turned, becoming transfixed by the blood-soaked man's demonic gaze.

The homeless man's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open while he stepped backwards, patting one of the others on the shoulder without turning from Alec. He tried to speak, but was unable to form anything more than some strange, guttural grunting. The other man looked, holding a 40 oz. and then laughed at Alec. "Wha da hella ya wan boya?" he asked accusatorily, slurring his words and dribbling alcohol down his beard.

Alec's smile vanished, replaced by a vacant look, and then he slowly turned his head to the black cat, sitting on top of the dumpster, licking at it's paw, and then it's eyes rose up to meet his. Alec nodded to the cat, then muttered, "Ah, sure, why not?" and put his hand out to his side as an inferno rose up from the ground, becoming the gargantuan sword that was his signature killing tool. Then in a louder voice, but still low and sinister, Alec said to the bum, "I want your souls." The man dropped his bottle of booze, and then began to turn around, shouting out loudly, but absent any words, just a loud, monotonous noise. The rest of the homeless people followed suit, dropping whatever they were doing, and then turning away from Alec, but by the time they were facing the opposite direction, Alec was already there, tapping the point of his blade against the asphalt impatiently. "How rude." He said with a madman's grin, "You would really just leave me in the alley like that?" Alec asked, puffing out his lower lip, acting offended. "What if the monsters came out?" The grin returned, and he rushed forward, simultaneously swinging his sword, cutting down three of them in one swipe.

The blood flew across the alley, splattering against the far wall. The bum that was closest to Alec froze in terror, lower jaw stammering uncontrollably, slowly backing away, and the bum furthest from Alec ran. But too slow. Alec threw his sword like a spear, impaling the running man in the shoulder and then nailing him against the wall. Alec laughed, running his hands through his blood soaked hair, and then slapped the stammering bum in front of him, sending him careening across the alley, colliding into the dumpster the black cat was on. It didn't move, just stared down at the man lying in a pile on the ground, and Alec walked forward, while the other homeless guy that was nailed to the wall began screaming and straining against the blade, but to no avail. Alec leaned over the bum by the dumpster, and then grabbed him by the back of the neck. He lifted him over his own head, and then slammed his face into the edge of the dumpster, shattering his facial bones, splattering blood everywhere.

The cat resumed licking it's blood-covered paw, and then Alec turned his attention to the homeless man stuck to the wall. "What to do with you...." Alec said darkly in between the man's screaming, causing him to fall silent as he awaited his death sentence. All hope was gone from his eyes, the haze of drunkenness replaced by the clarity that pain brought to a man's mind.

With defiance, he jutted out his chin, then said boldly, "God damn you." before spitting at Alec in the face.

Alec just grinned wider, wiping the spit away carelessly. "He already has." Alec placed a hand on the hilt of his sword, still holding the man immobile against the wall, "Just as Satan... Shall now Bless you." He twisted the sword clockwise, tendons ripping and bones cracking, and then counter-clockwise, causing blood to spurt from the wound. The man screamed in torment, tensing up his entire body, a foot off the ground, still unable to move. Then Alec pulled the blade out of the wall, but kept the man impaled on it, and held the blade upwards to the sky, making blood rain down on Alec from the man above him. The black cat jumped down off the dumpster, and then sat down in the middle of the alley, facing the blood-soaked vampire, holding up the man stuck on the sword effortlessly, laughing like a lunatic. Alec suddenly spun around, flinging the man off the blade, down the alley, and then he collided with fatal force into the dumpster. His spine shattered, and his pained cries immediately ceased. The cat blinked once, slowly and deliberately, still gazing at Alec, grinning in his ecstasy.

Alec walked down the alley to the dumpster, past the cat, which turned it's head to watch Alec, and began to do his work. Alec made the symbol of blood on the ground this time, in the center of the alley next to the dumpster, and then recited it, his victims right of passage. "May Satan bless your souls; for you have Sinned and are now part of the Dead...... Snakes." Then the bodies began to bloat, boils and blisters forming all over them, before the bodies exploded, blood, guts, and flesh lining the alleyways walls, drenching the black cat in the mess. Alec walked away, smirking as blood dripped off his chin and nose, flicking a bit of meat off his shoulder, and the cat began to lap at a puddle of crimson goo, sating it's appetite, just like Alec had.

The sun had already sunk beneath the black horizon as Estelle entered the small rented apartment she lived in. The door creaked on it's hinges and a few more black paint chips flaked off onto the palm of her hand and then to the floor as Estelle wearily brushed them away. The door slammed shut with the help of a gust of wind that blew in from the open grimy window. When it was closed the sky couldn't be seen through the opaque glass so it was left open, especially in the summer when the sky was so beautiful. A pair of black pixie boots went flying across the room to land on the grey, coffee stained carpet, followed by a purple dress top with wings on the back in black spirals. Estelle crossed the room, stepping over the newly formed pile of clothes, to her closet and opened the wooden door to reveal a rail full of odd clothes. She picked out a uniform from the end and threw it back across the room at her bed. She worked nights at a local bar called The Fuzzy Duck and their uniform was ghastly. A black pleated skirt with a yellow blouse and black neck tie. Yellow wasn't Estelle's colour, infact she wasn't sure it was anyones colour, but it didn't matter because she had the job. When she worked it was easy to ignore the world around her and the place was always so loud she could never hear the pain of the outside world, it was a decent alternative to headphones and it had the addition of money. As Estelle fastened her neck tie she sighed. She knew that bar work wasn't what she was supposed to be doing, she was supposed to be hunting the devils workers, vampires, and stopping them from killing. It was in her best interest to do so yet she didn't even know where to start. She had taken out a few vampires during her time but here in New York City running into one was unlikely, tracking one down difficult and following their trails messy and unrewarding. She only had her pain receptors to rely on and it was hard to sift out what was pain caused by human life and what was the pain of being murdered by a vampire when there were so many people with so many problems in this one city. Estelle fished a pair of black flat dolly shoes out from under the low bed and slipped them on before picking up her bag and keys and heading back out the door. She turned the key in the lock and began the descent of her apartment building stairs.

Out in the night air Estelle could feel the angelic powers that surged inside her body. They were strong and ached to rid the world of evil, it was the reason she was still here after all, but there was no way she could let loose. She didn't want to give herself away to any vampires in the area if she didn't know where they were. She didn't fancy acting the mouse in a fatal cat and mouse game. As she thought Estelle walked down the street. The club wasn't too far away from her own apartment block and the walk was quite nice really, never much to see, maybe a few bums and cats but nothing particular. It was so very normal and that's what made it special. Suddenly a crippling pain shuddered through her chest and ripped at the edges of her heart. Estelle clutched at the front of her blouse bent in half and panting for air. This pain was only caused by vampire attacks, when a human was ripped to shreds, and it was close. Estelle looked up in time to see a young man walk out of one of the side alleys. He stank of blood which wasn't supprising as he was covered in the stuff.
'Vampire.'
Estelle whispered the word too low for a normal human to hear. She knew it was a bad idea the moment the words left her lips. If the man truly was a vampire, which she was in no doubt that he was, then he would hear her and she had just given herself away. He might not know she was an angel but he would now know she knew what he was. Estelle held her breath and waited to see if there would be a reaction.

Alec had wandered aimlessly down the alleys, wondering how he should spend the rest of the night. He pondered going to a club, maybe picking up a girl, having some fun with her, and then killing her, when he stepped out of the alleyways and onto the street. The streets were crowded, but none of the people had seemed to take any notice of him yet. He would have to go get cleaned up somewhere before he ventured out into public, he realized, then shrugged absently to himself. Not that it mattered, his eyes were still inhuman, and his skin was still a charcoal grey color, but he liked to clean up after getting dirty. He could easily just jump up and through a window of some apartment building, then find a vacant room, or make a room vacant, he smirked, then take a shower. Traffic buzzed by, groups of people gossipped about their worthless human lives, but over all the sounds, Alec heard one word distinctly...

"Vampire."

He didn't move a bit, completely frozen in place as his eyes slowly rolled in the direction of the sound, and then he saw the one that knew what he was. He brought a hand up to his face, then brushed his blood-soaked hair away, turning his face ever-so-slightly to look at the girl, a strange smile sweeping over his face, like he was just running into an old friend. She was wearing a yellow blouse with a black neck tie over a black pleated skirt. Not her color... Alec thought to himself, slightly off of what he should have been concerned with. She was very pale, with extremely long and uniquely colored grey blue hair, and her eyes also a light blue color. He could tell she was short, even from this distance, and then he turned away, already having memorized her appearance, now stored away in a permanent database in Alec's mind. It was one of the things his basterd father had taught him to do. 'Spy' training.

Alec walked back into the darkness of the alley, past the mess he had made a few minutes ago with the homeless guys(the cat was still busy drinking an unusual red puddle), smirk still on his face, and then with inhuman power, leapt up at an apartment building, flying perfectly through a window five levels up. The glass shattered as he went through, but he payed it no mind. A light came on in a bedroom to his left, simultaneous with a man shouting, "What the *!#$ was that?!" A big, bulky guy burst through the bedroom door, followed by a woman's voice, "Is everything okay hun?" The man stood there, mouth agape, staring at the blood-soaked vampire. "How did you... How are you...?"

"Yeah, I know. Shocking." Alec said in a 'can't-people-come-up-with-anything-better-to-say?' voice, and then gripped the man by the throat, and rammed his face into a sharp piece of glass that was still standing in the window sill. The glass pierced into one of his eyes and then broke inside of his skull. He was dead immediately, his head hanging partially out of the window, blood pouring onto the ground five stories below. With his long, sharpened nails, Alec slit the man's wrists, causing a large puddle of blood to quickly build up inside the apartment, next to the window.

"Hun, what is it?" The woman's voice came from the bedroom again, then Alec, slightly altering his voice to sound like the man he had just killed, making it deeper and more bassey, "Come out here baby. You've gotta see this." Voice alteration was another little trick his father had taught him before Alec had killed him. He had had his uses, Alec thought with a smirk. The woman came out, a tired expression on her face, eyes half-closed, "What's going-" Her voice cut off, a horrified look on her face, a choking sound coming out of her throat. In a flash, Alec had her pinned against the wall, a hand over her mouth. She was crying already, and in muffled voice was begging for Alec's mercy. He didn't have any to give. His other hand ran up from her hip in a loving way, and then to her chest, her very large chest. His hand stayed there while he kissed her cheek, and then licked her down to her neck, before he twisted it around backwards, killing her instantly. He didn't have time to have anymore fun with her, not with that girl down there. Certainly she would follow, and if she didn't... Alec had caught her scent, he would be able to follow her from where she had been a moment ago.

With his nails, Alec slit the woman's wrists too, then let her fall to the ground, then he heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet. A child. Their child, coming towards his bedroom door, to see what all this noise was that had woken him from his infantile dreams. Alec stood calmly in the center of the room, the man and woman both bleeding out on the floor, as a five or six year-old boy came out of the hallway. "Mommy?" His eyes widened when he saw her, then his eyes moved over to see the man, "Daddy?" His lower lip trembled, and then he started bawling. Tears ran down his face, and he ran to his 'mommy', falling next to her and turning her head to look at him, causing some of the bones Alec had shattered to pop out from beneath the skin and make a gross series of popping noises. He didn't even look at Alec, who got to work making the upside-down star that was the center of the Symbol of Satan's Children. He started humming an old, Russian song his mother had taught him, ignoring the small, crying child, waiting to see if the Girl-who-knew-what-he-was would chase after him. A cold, ruthless smile came across his thin, pale lips, over his silver snake-bite piercings.

Estelle held her breath. The vampire moved slowly to look her her, one bloody hand pushing the blood soaked hair from his face. His skin was a grey colour and his eyes, oh god his eyes, they made Estelle shudder. They were the inhuman eyes of a killer, a thing that caused her pain and suffering in every night of her life, the thing she hated most. The fear was still there but a hatred was bubbling up inside her body now too. Hatred for this man-killer thaat stood, not even looking too bothered, watchig her. The vampire looked away and walked back into the alley he'd just come from. Estelle breathed out. It had felt like forever but she knew that the encounter had only lasted a few seconds, she also knew it was her duty to chase hime down.

Slowly she walked up to the alley and slipped round the corner. Her foot slipped in something on the groud the moment she put it down. The whole alley had a damp feel and it stank of blood and death. Estelle retched and had to put a hand to her mouth. This was disgusting. It was a complete and utter vampire kill. She was standing in the blood of the man whos death she had felt only moments before. She couldn't steady herself with deep breaths, she didn't want to breath in the smell of blood anymore than was needed. Estelle took a step forward into the dark. She had to find this vampire before he killed again. Two little green lights looked up at her from the ground and it took her a few seconds of confused fear to work out it was a cat. The cat eyed her distastefully for a second before going back to what it had been doing before Estelle had arrived, laping at a large puddle of...This made Estelle retch again. That was disgusting. She put a hand on the wall to steady herself only to feel that it was covered in a slick surface of blood. This was ridiculous! How much of a mess did vampires need to make? Estelle started look round. There was no where he could have gone from here except...she raised her head to see a shatered glass window some feet above the ground. He jumped that? Even with her powers Estelle couldn't jump that far, she blamed it on her short legs. Shaking her head she tried to clear the irelevant thought about her own body from her mind and then she felt it. Like someone had stabbed a knife straight through her heart another human had died. The pain was still strong when it happened again. Estelle screamed. It was a scream of pure pain as if she had died twice herself.
'It hurts...'
Something fell on her from the window above. Estelle touched the top of her head and pulled her hand away. It was blood. The bastard had just dumped blood on her! She looked up again to see the head of a man hanging lifeless out of the window. That's who's death she must have felt but there was another person up there.
Only vampire deaths hurt her this much, she had to stop him. Pulling the headphones from around her neck Estelle placed them carefully over her ears with her shuddering hands.The music began instantly and she formed it into two ghost like wings to help her jump the distance. Estelle jumped, the muscial wings beat once and vanished as she shot forewards and through the smashed window.

The vampire was there and so were two mutilated bodies and a child. Estelle's eyes widened and she clutched again at her heart. Her breathing became heavy and her mind became clouded. One of her knees gave way and she fell to the floor supporting herself on one foot.
'Not now...'
The pain that was in this room was all around her, she had to beat it, she couldn't let the vampire win here. Estelle raised her small hand to her mouth and bit it hard enough to draw blood. Her own pain distracted her from the pain around her and it helped her get her head straight. Wincing she stood up again and faced the vampire. She knew she looked a state and nothing like an angel covered in the blood of this monsters victims but she was going to cause him pain.
'I can't let you carry on doing this. Get out of this city or I will destroy you.'
Her blue eyes narrowed as she hissed the words.

The glimmering blood splattered across the dark alley walls as the man fell. He had a hole in his chest that barely missed his heart but wrecked everything else. The blood dripped out of his body as if it was a leaking faucet that could never be fixed. Natalie stood above him with her jacket opened wide and her hood up just barely covering her eyes. She had blood dripping down her hand as she held it up with a smile on her face. "Sixth." She chuckled out of her mouth as she slowly licked her fingers; cleaning the blood of it. She was getting so into it that she had forgotten the consequences that it might bring her the following day.

She laughed as she turned around towards the cowering boy who seemed to be about four or five years old; he shuttered as tears flowed out of his eyes. Natalie let out a wailing laugh as she started to make her way towards him. The little boy stumbled up and started to run out of the alley way and into the buzzing streets. Natalie couldn't give chase; now. She turned towards what seemed to the boy's father and dipped her hand into the gooey blood and wrote the sign of the devil on the ground. She turned away with her sadistic and started to walk out of the alley way; body blowing to bits, chunks of liver, stomach, lungs, everything flying out behind her.

She lifted her head up high and almost moaned in pleasure as she felt the hot blood pelt her back. The boy kept running; ignoring the passing by cars as he jolt across the streets. She smiled as she kept walking; stepping into the streets and causing almost every car to stop as she kept walking. The little boy cried out through his sobs and wailing. "Help! Help!" He yelled as the people watched him run away from what seemed a psychotic girl. She walked onto the side walk as people near by whip out their phones and call '9-1-1.'

The boy ran past the people and into the park; running towards the huge tube. One moment she was in the streets the next, she was right behind the small boy. He turned before screaming as tears ran down his face. She picked him up his collar of his shirt before jerking him around and threw him. He flew across the park before a tree stopped him with a loud crack of his bones and the thump of the tree. She laughed as he let out a wailing cry. His body jerked upwards and into the air as it turned towards the tree.

She walked near him as her hand raised towards the air; blood and shadows formed and twirled itself into her weapon. She lifted the weapon into the air; the boy was too frighten and too much in pain to do much, even crying was getting harder for him. She did the same movements; holding her weapon like a baseball bat and swinging it across the area like hitting a baseball. The boy's chest tore off like an orange peel. The fatty tissue and muscle ripped from the rib cage as her weapon swiped through his body.

The little boy was still alive; but died the instant her weapon lifted from his body. A insane smile wiped across her face as she gets more into this death. She started to laugh as she swipes again, again, again and again until the body of this small boy looks more like slabs of meat you would fine hanging in the butcher shop. She ceased her laughing to only a smile as she walked near the boy and bend down; dipping her hand into the slimy warm blood and drawing the symbol on the tree. She drew the snake first this time before the star and what not.

She turned around and started to walk away as the body bursts into the air; blood swirling over and over as if it was in a tornado. Suddenly two or three cop cars pulled up towards the park; cops started to swarm Natalie as the rolling of thunder echoed through the air. The cold rain pelted down on her as it washed away the blood. She smiled as she lifted her hand upwards, feeling the cold rain drop down.

The cops growled as they raised their guns the same time she raised her weapon. "Put your weapon down or we shoot!" They yelled at least three times at her. She laughed before running towards them at full speed then stopping only for instance while she was in the middle of the group. She swung her weapon at one of the cops; knocking his head clear off of his shoulder and sending blood all over the others.

One shot at her but barely missed her as she bounced off of the car and did a back flip into the air, landing on her scythe that went threw a cop's body. She flipped up and turned towards another one and ran towards him; lodging her weapon into his stomach. She stopped and inside of going all the way through his body, she lifted up her scythe; throwing his upper body in the air, she sliced it in four different slices. Her face was covered up so know one knows who it might be under that jacket.

The others started to shoot at her but miss greatly as she ran towards a tree and launched herself off of it and she held her scythe infront of her; piercing about two or three more cops on her weapon like a chicabob(sp?). The blood spewed out of them as if they where being pumped out of the their blood. The rain was quickly washing away the blood, which was making it a bit difficult for her. She was finished with these petty cops and she shoveled their bodies into a small pile where they are stacked on top of each-other as if it was a trophy.

The rain drizzle on her as if she was in the shower. Her smile had long ago disappeared in her killing spree. Was this last few killings enough? No, something on her face was signaling that she was mad of some sort. The air wavered and filled with blood; not just normal blood, no. Vampires. More than just one or two. She looked up at the dark and gloomy sky as she knew that the angels are out tonight. She walked over towards the pile and stuck her hand down deep into the bodies of the cops.

Each body seems to collapses after she forces her arm through all of them. The flesh tore and the sound of breaking bones echoed through the park as she finally reached the bottom. She forced out her arm and quickly with out a second to spare, drew the symbol on the ground before she got up and looked at the bodies. For a second, it seemed hopeless as the sign of their blood got fainter and fainter as it kept drizzling.

Suddenly, the bodies exploded; sending more than just bodily matter out ever-where; but the cop's weapons as well. The explosions of bodies where big and even caused some of the cop's weapons to burst due to the pressure of the bodies.(When I say weapons; I mean things like Pepper-spray and such.) She turned around and quietly walked away from the pile of now degraded and gooey matter that was splattered all over the park as she launched off of her feet and into the air.

When she landed, she darted off in a slow jog as ran out of the park and what not. This night was going to be long; she knew that.

Kia was cursing herself for getting lost the blood on her hands now slowly drying. It wasn't that the night scared her it was more the fact that she was vunerable while injured. Another couple of Vamps had tried to attack whilst she had been in one of the more secluded areas and she'd taken off in a random direction not wanting another fight she was unprepared for. Hands on her knees and her head bowed over she gasped for breath desperatly clinging onto her conciousness. Angels stay strong. Angels... Angels... Defeat Vampires. She knew she could be useless but this was pathetic even for her. The night air bit into her skin and threatened to tear her apart from the inside. "Maybe I... should just... Sleep." Her british accent stood out alot and she rose her head and stood properlly again.

Not stopping for a second she wandered aimlessly further into the maze of streets. The screams at her ears not making her flinch or turn back. She needed a stratergy. One that would be useful if not amusing. Toying with vampires could be fun if she could gaurentee being prepared. As she walked though the metal of her gun continuely slammed into her thigh bruising her. Another scream pierced the quiet then died. That's when she jumped onto a bin ditched the cloak and looked in the window of a shop at her dishevelled look. You... You look aweful Kia cat. You're a mess. But to anyone passing by her they would probbally see a roudy teen who'd maybe gone to a party and been lead astray. Her skirt was almost indecent and her top sure as hell was a brave move in this weather.

The screams didn't stop and the lights got dimmer and dimmer. She turned another corner and faced something new. A man. She closed her eyes as the man turned slowly to look at who had caught him. He was human. Crime was normal in New York and Kia had let it slip that while Vampires walked the streets so did the living. She should know better then some. Kids these days. They're Cruel.

His eyes. They're They're sickening. Kia punched him with little effort hearing a crack and seeing a splatter of blood hit her cheek sliding down her face. The mans nose was damaged if not broken. It gave her a bad feeling. Vampires were one thing to her but this? This was out of her depth. He grabbed her wrists slamming her into a wall and pulling a knife out on her. Knife crime. That's so orginal. She slowly edged her foot along the pavement slightly and then brought her knee up harshly causing him to squeal like a pig that had been tugged at.
"You cow!" His eyes were running slightly as he staggered to get up again. She wouldn't kill him. But he'll wish she had. Within seconds she'd pinned him to the floor and trapped him there her hands rooting in and out of his pockets slowly feeling aroud for something she could pull on him. Her hands scraped over another knife and she slid it out like it was light as a feather and no big deal.
"Ah... Sweetheart. No. You're so young doll." The guy looked at her with pleading eyes, "You couldn't take a life." And in some ways he was right. So as she slowly slid the knife over his face causing the blood to stain her hands and clothing she smiled grimly.
"You're right. But you're gonna wish I could."

She'd walked away quite happily. She was covered in blood and no one would meet her eyes. It was almost reassuring. She didn't avoid them though and happily got up in peoples face asking if they were having a good night. Inside. She was hurting for the man she left on the ground. Dismanlted harshly with skin peeled off and hung from the telephone wires burning. The scent of it following her in her wake.

Zeruel yanked his weapon out of yet another vampire. His halberd turning to dust, he bent down drawing the symbol into the vampire's blood. His body exploded into dust which carried on the wind. Vampires were either really sneaky or really stupid, killing out in the open, that was just asking to be found. However those which kill from the shadows were the annoying ones. So difficult to track.

The smell of rain was in the air, it was faint and masked greatly by the smell of blood. Zeruel almost panicked to himself, water was the one thing he couldn't stand. It was probably due to how he died, drowning. Any water would burn his skin, luckily this only had happened once, his 'friend' split water over him. Since then Zeruel avoided water like it was a deadly disease.

He walked through the night back to his apartment, the first drop of rain hit his cloak, that shocked him into a run as he sprinted into his apartment. Rain gradually starting up. He got inside and slammed the door behind him, the sound of rain could be heard as it came down heavy and hard. Zeruel let out a sigh of relief before hanging up his coat for the night. Soon it would be morning and there was nothing more he could do in the rain. He just hopped it would stop by the morning.

Night hung over the skies with a stech of blood, sex and evil covering the city like a blanket. Firo walked through the city of New York among all the lights and noise with both hands in his pockets. The city that never sleeps... The idea was disgusting to Firo. Everyone needed sleep, to think and work rationally. At least the angel himself had some precious sleep in the hours of the morning. He adjusted his fedora with his left hand taking look of the clubs and bars that surrounded the blocks around him. I have to work sooner or later... He sighed before ducking into a dark alley.

He pulled out one hand and reached inside his jacket pulling out the white fabric that was folded to fit inside. He unraveled the fabris until it had taken the shape of a white long sleeved robe which he silently put on. In his other hand he held the pitch black metal mask which covered his entire face, with the most distinguishing features the glass circle's where his eyes saw from, with the giant curved rusted nose that stuck out six inches from the mask. "What'cha ur doin' boy?" Firo looked over at the source of the noise behind him and saw the bearded drunk ask, not necessarily scared but curious in his voice.
"Dear sir, I'm getting ready for work. You should try it sometime."
"Fuk you son."
"And I hope someone fuck you too."

Firo walked out of the alley back into the streets with a smile hidden behind his mask, leaving the drunk bewildered and angry cursing out at the angel before continuing to drink the whiskey inside his paper bag. People on the sidewalk were exchanging glances at the fashion of Firo but generally discarded him as a weirdo. He walked up to the club through the massive line of people that kept their eyes on him, then the bouncer as well pushing him back out just as he was going inside. "Stay out of here you frea-" Stupid bouncers, they always have to cross their arms to look tough. They can't hold them up to block a surprise punch to the nose.

The white robed angel ran inside the club and continued running till he had reached a table to jump on. All the eyes fell on Firo as he observed them back. A couple instantly ran upon sight of him towards the VIP room as the rest of the bouncers surounded him. "Get him!" They shouted, charging towards him. Firo had no expression on his face but simply said "Try to catch me." Jumping over their heads and landing on the soles of his feet, tackling through the VIP doors to find the young man's throat slit and his body being stabbed by a equally young woman who looked over to the find the black metaled toucan mask of the angel. She was covered head to toe in his blood and the wide smirk of pleasure that was derived from it instantly vanished as she reilized who was in front of her.

With a snap of his fingers with his right hand, the tiny particles of air started to materialize around the arm, until a layer of steel surrounded it creating a large drill that swallowed up where his right forearm and hand should have been. Everyone looked up with shock, the chasing bouncers instantly stopped in place. The female vampire was going to run from her spot but Firo had beat her to it, sprinting on the balls of his feet and pinned her torso to the velvet wall penetrating through the flesh of her chest with the giant drill. "Possa Dio Perdonarti." Firo said with a twinge of guilt in his voice, watching the red blood flow from her stomach onto the drill, avoiding contact with her desperate red eyes. He clenched the fist that was inside the drill, turned it, and simply watched as the drill teared through her chest, blood flying in circles with bone and muscles, easily going through her chest cavity through the stone behind the velvet of the wall behind her.

Firo turned his fist back into the normal position, the drill back out into the open air, her body slid down the wall leaving a paintstroke of blood behind on the drilled wall. The look in her eyes was empty, with no life. For either human or vampire, this was death. Firo bent down and rubbed some of her blood with his left hand, drawing the symbol of God's children abover her head on the drilled blue velevet wall. The people still looked at him, each and everyone quiet, some calling 911, some recording the event on their cellphones, and some taking pictures with their cellphones. As the bloody crescent shape was drawn on top of the blood circle the vampire slowly materialized into a white smoke, twisting itself into the air until the last part of her dissapeared leaving just only her bloody clothes. He turned around, to the audience that was watching, and they instantly ran out the door for fear of their lives and what they didn't know.

The angel followed behind them just plainly walking out the VIP room and out the main floor of the club where the empty music only had itself to listen to. There was trail of blood drops following him out the club through his drill that let out a black smoke everytime it was to be turned. Blood lingered in the air, blood that was now freshly spilled smelled like warm copper but there was another smell of blood in the air, massive amounts of stale blood which was almost synomynous with rust. Maybe it is rust... Firo thought to himself. After all, the pitter patter of the raindrops was scattered across the concrete sidewalk, on the bare blond hair of the angel's head. Someone was running away from the scent, no jogging. No one jogs. Even to a scent that large, it was obviously diluted by the rain so it must have been a bloodbath. Firo hid the his forearm behind his back to hide the giant drill that was attached to it and merely stood in his blood soaked white robe with his black metal pelican mask as he watched the girl in question come to view. Bloodcovered. Obviously some of it was washed down by the rain but not enough. Not enough to see her face, not enough for any regular human.

Alec turned his head from his 'artwork' on the wall, but his hands kept on drawing the symbol, even without him looking. He had done it so many times already, he could draw the whole damn thing blindfolded. He locked his eyes on the girl's who had just come soaring through the window, watched her drop to a knee, and then bite herself before being able to stand again. He found that a little odd. He looked down quizically at her hand, dripping blood onto the floor, but he kept on humming the Russian tune, his voice intermingling with the sobs of the child whom he had left alive. He turned back to face the symbol on the wall, completing it by adding the pupil of the snake's eye. Only then did he stop humming, and turned to face her, showing his bare chest, shown by his unzipped leather jacket. Blood was all over his chest, his clothes, and quite a bit on his face too.

He examined the girl again, saying as he did so, "Leave? I only just arrived." in an offended tone. He noticed her cross on her chest, which made him think of the one dangling from his own black choker, grabbed it, and then rubbed the blood off. "Angel," he said it like it was her name, "you really want to destroy me?" he asked with a smirk as the rain started outside, some of it blowing in through the window, pelting the girl on her back. "Hmm... Isn't rain supposed to be the tears of your God? Maybe that's a sign... Maybe he's crying for you..." Alec laughed, and then moving with such speed that by blinking someone would completely miss his movement, he snatched the child up off the ground and went into the parent's room. He shattered the light, the only one that was on in the whole apartment, and now the only light remaining came from through the window where Estelle stood.

The child squirmed in Alec's arm, and screamed high-pitched, but Alec payed no attention. The bodies in the room where Estelle was began to bloat, blisters forming all over them, and then they exploded, human remains of every imaginable type painting the walls anew, and coating the Angel that was out there. Then, Alec grasped the child's forearm, and twisted it until it snapped at the elbow, bone bursting out of the skin, blood splattering on Alec's face. The child screamed again, in agony, or what he thought was agony, but he didn't know anything yet. Alec then rammed a fist into the childs chest, sinking in with his sharp nails, and gripped one of his ribs. Alec's laughter grew louder as he pulled the rib outward, completely snapping it off and then he threw it onto the ground at his feet. The child's scream grew louder, tears fell down to the ground with intensity, and Alec tossed the wounded child at the wall.

Then, Alec moved with inhuman speed again, tearing out light switches as he passed them, and went into the kitchen, where he tore through the gas-line. Butane began to pour into the air, and Alec revelled in the scent, taking it in deeply. The child had grown silent, and Alec had stopped laughing. Silence filled the apartment. Until Alec interrupted it, in a low, sinister voice, "Angels, you hunt us." Then he moved again with blinding speed through the darkness, to stand directly in front of Estelle. "You're just as sick as we are, because you enjoy it," He moved backwards quickly, from only a couple feet in front of her to the other side of the room, in case she tried to attack. "But what if we reverse the roles?" Alec moved again, to her left, "What if the hunter..." He moved to her right, "Becomes the hunted?"

If his plan was working, then she had no clue where he was going to come from next, and couldn't even see him in the darkness. Also, she knew there was a live child in this apartment somewhere, seriously wounded. Would she be able to just turn her back on the poor, innocent thing? Wasn't that why Angels hunted Vampires? To protect poor, innocent souls? Rainclouds were filling the night sky, blocking out the moonlight, but what little light came through the window behind Estelle silhouetted her, just a graceful shape standingin the chaos of Alec's world. Except for her bright eyes, that almost seemed to glow in the darkness. But Alec's eyes could see her as if it was daylight, and he examined her in silence, from somewhere within the darkness, and again, he found himself thinking, but out loud this time, "Yellow's really not your color... Maybe some blue or white, and some silver jewelry. Besides that cross..." He laughed at his off-topic opinion, and then moved through the darkness again, waiting for her to make a move through the blood-drenched room, over the miscellanious body parts all over the floor. Maybe she would just trip and break her neck, Alec thought musingly, smirking to himself.

The vampire took no notice of her and continued to finish his symbol on the wall before turning to face her. His bare chest and jacket was covered in the blood of the several humans he had already killed as well as a good part of his face. Estelle was also covered in the blood of one of his victims, it dulled her hair, but instead of loving the feeling she was hating this vampire more and more every second. He spoke to her then, his tone was offended as if they were school friends and she had told him he couldn't play anymore. Estelle clenched her fists as rain began to fall outside. It was rain from the heavens here to wash away the blood and sin of the vampires and she had to do the same. A wind started to blow and it pushed the rain through the broken window onto Estelle's back. It was cold and made her shudder. In seconds her blouse was soaked through but she didn't have time to worry about see through and blood stained clothes, she didn't move an inch waiting for the vampire.
"Hmm... Isn't rain supposed to be the tears of your God? Maybe that's a sign... Maybe he's crying for you..."
He was mocking her! And not only that he was mocking her god. This demon had gone far enough. Estelle blinked and the vampire vanished along with the little boy.
'Shit!'
Estelle as dark smothered the entire house in a suffocating blackness. She couldn't see! She didn't know where the vampire had gone or where the boy was. All she knew was that the child was afraid and alive and the vampire was still here.

A scream came from somewhere infront of her. It was the child. Estelle made to step forward when the hairs on her arm stood up. What was going on? A shower a warm, wet, sticky blood covered Estelle from head to toe making her gag and step back. The bodies had just exploded like the one in the alley. What the hell was with this vampire? She had to focus on her power of sound to find anything. Every muscle in her body relaxed as she listened intently for any noise and that's when it happened. Her arm felt as if it had been ripped off. Estelle screamed in terrified pain then clutched at her hest, nails digging into her flesh, drawing blood. Air hissed from her lungs as she tried to regain her ability to see straight. This bastard either knew she was weak against the pain of others or was just a general bastard. Her whole body ached suddenly as if she'd been thrown at a wall. What was he doing to that boy?

The smell of gas filled the air and Estelle shuddered. The vampire was back in the room, she had heard his footsteps. He might be fast but he wasn't as fast as the speed of sound.
"What if the hunter..." "Becomes the hunted?"
Estelle now held no fear for this thing. What he had been doing had hurt her so much, he had killed her three times already, her own death couldn't be as painful as feeling those of the humans he had murdered. He had turned off all the lights so she had no doubt he could see her but he didn't know that her sound abilities let her see the room around her through sonar. She wasn't at a big disadvantage, not as big as he thought.
"Yellow's really not your color... Maybe some blue or white, and some silver jewelry. Besides that cross..."
He was mocking her with his off topic opinion.
'If yellow isn't my colour i'll get rid of it for you.'
Estelle pulled the blood soaked and see through blouse off her body and dropped it to the blood covered floor. She could play games too. She took a deep breath and let out one singular high pitched note. In seconds she had a mental map of the layout of the room as the sonar bounced back to her. The boy wasn't in this room, she could fight the vampire with causing him anymore pain. She knew where the vampire was. He was close. Close enough to hit if she timed her move right.
'My cross is special...'
Estelle held the cross with her right fist and let her power flow into it. With one swift movement the cross grew to being only a little smaller than Estelle herself and she swung it with imence force at her right. There wasn't any contact. The vampire must have moved since the sonar. She needed a constant one. Quickly she set her headphones to emitting a continuous high pitched sound. He was round at her left. Estelle spun to face the vampire holding the huge cross in both hands.
'Prepare to be judged.'
She spoke with all the authority she posessed as an angel. She was serious.

Natalie kept jogging as she made her way through the pelting, cold rain. The night was about to be over; only five more hours to spare before the sun rises. The midnight bell rings as she stops dead in her tracks. The cold musty wind blows the rain through her jacket, revealing her bloody dress; letting almost anyone know that she had accomplish more than one killing. Her reddish-pinkish eyes glowed as she stood face to face with the man. His scent was familiar; an angel. Her long pink hair was damp and turned to a dark maroon color that was almost glued to her back and arms and face from the blood.

Her white teeth showed barely; unknown if it was a smile or an 'oh-shit' look. It was quiet only for a few minutes before she sped off towards the right; full speed passing the angel with just a blink as she ran off. She summoned her weapon quickly almost trying to give away that she was a vampire; though it was mostly for last minute protection. It has been two long years since she last seen an angel in her three year vampire life. Oh it was a while back but she remembers it well; infact, it was probably the most painfullest thing she had experience.

New York City, 2009.
(A Long Flash Back!!:D)
The day was crisped and dry, late spring fluttered around the air as the birds sang and the butterflies glided through the small wind. Natalie's alarm went off at the same beat as the birds' chirping. She arose out of the bed and slammed the button down until the alarm ceased its annoying song. Her hair was clammy and damp; the strong scent of metal wavered around her. She rushed out of the her room and into the public bathroom that was available in the orphanage and jerked her head forwards and into the toilet, releasing all of her troubles from the night before. Dying at the age of thirteen and taking on this hard burden was some of the things she had to live with, being the person she is.

Natalie was fourteen; she stripped down and turned on the hot water, quickly rinsing the blood out of her hair before the bathroom filled with giggling girls and what not. She washed her body until it was pink and her hair until it was a light rosy color, trying to get rid of a filth that couldn't be washed off by soap and water. She walked out of the shower and sighed as she readied herself for school today. She dreaded the awful feeling of going to school and seeing the people she despised.

She threw on a band shirt with a small skirt that had leggings attached to it. She took her back-length hair and tied it into pigtails as she pulled on her socks and shoes before walking out. She grabbed her book bag as she walked down the steps of the huge orphanage to be meet by a blue-orange top boy. He was about the same age as Natalie; he had an idiotic grin on his face as Natalie looked at him. "Hey, Nats." He said, matching her movement with his.

Natalie personally like this boy, he was alot better than any other human she had known. They walked in silence for a few minutes before he turned towards and knocked her across her back so hard that it echoed through the streets. She winced before she turned around and pulled his right ear down until it was to her knees. All he did was laugh his stupid laugh, "Your always so quiet in the mornings, it bothers me you know." He pronounced in pride.

She started to laugh, but quickly ceased it. "Ya, whatever." She growled, quickly walking ahead of him, flustered from embarrassment to allow herself to show her weak side to this 'human.' He quickly caught up to her and gave her a slight nuggie before blurting out loud as if no one was there. "You know, keep treating me meanly like that and I will give you a wedgie through that skirt at school!" She couldn't help it; he always knew a way to her heart and him being the only one to comfort her when her brother died, she kinda looked up at him as if he was a brother. She laughed before pushing him away.

They walked side to side towards the school; parting their ways to their different classes. She arrived at her class as everyone was quiet around her. Not a word was spoken as she made her way to the seat. Today was the day; it was the day where her life had changed, exactly at this time too. The teacher walked in as she looked at Natalie with a glare before leaning down and sitting, organizing her papers. "Today is the day that we must visit the grave site of Amy Salvase." The teacher closes her eyes.

Everyone shun Natalie. It was two hours after Natalie's 'death' that it happened. Amy, a rich girl who knew Natalie's secrete of hating everyone in her school, had hired someone to try and scare Natalie, it went wrong and one of them killed her. After Natalie had made the deal with Satan, her heart filled with rage and killed Amy. When the police questioned her about it, all she said was, "Amy Salvase deserved every last bit of it. That is all I am saying." The police where devastated at what she said and when word got out, the whole class ended up hating Natalie, even a year or two later.

At first, Natalie cried, she regretted every last bit of her decision, but as she had gotten more and more into the killing, Natalie eventually got use to it. The only person who stayed out of the whole thing was the boy she was walking with, Zeke. Natalie glared back, not saying a word as the whole class scowled and whispered about her. She stayed quiet as the school day went on; visiting the grave was canceled for Natalie and she sat in the principle's office. It was quiet and cold in there as she sat in the complete quietness.

"This is what happens when a child is raised with out the parents. Thye end up as a bunch of screwed up pansies. Saying that an innocent dead girl deserves it and not even giving the right to go to the grave; using hurtful words with the parents right by her! That Natalie is screwed up in the head!" The principle's words echoed through the office as the sound of a phone slammed down onto it's base. He walked out, a tall man with black hair slicked back and thick glasses, his nose was fairly big and his ears where small; Mr. Jeffery, the principle.

He looked down at Natalie as she sat in the chair, hands folded. The principle mumbled as he walked by her, obviously cursing. The school ended just like that as the day had only gotten warmer. She sat on the steps to wait for her carrot top friend Zeke. A hand slid onto her shoulder as she jumped forwards and scraped her knees. "Whoa! I didn't know I would scare you that bad! Am I that Ugly?" Zeke snickered as he threw his hands back when she hit him with her book bag.

"That wasn't funny you stupid ass!" She snarled at him before they started to walk together. He looked fidget before blushing. Natalie raised an eye brow at him when he did so. "What? Do you have to go pee?" Her voice was cold and rude as she asked him. He chuckled before walking ahead of her and stopping infront of her, facing Natalie. "What do you say me and you go grab some dinner tonight?" He asked, holding his hand behind his head as if his back itched.

She shook her head progressed past him. "I have plans again. Sorry." His eyes completely changed from happy-go-lucky to almost a dark evil expression. "Again? You have been going out ever since I met you. A young girl shouldn't be out; the monsters come out you know." Natalie shrugged at his dark change of character, acting as if she saw no change. He looked as if he was glaring at her; that look was normal to Natalie and so, she ignored it.

As the sun set, she started her way out of the orphanage and into the street. She walked near a small secluded alley way and pulled out a small black ballet dress and changed into it quickly hid her book bag under a dumpster. She tied her shoes on; which was some dress shoes. She shuffled on her too-big-for-her hoodie and ran out of the alley way; personality quickly taking over. Her light teal eyes turned pinkish red as her skin lightly gleamed a pale white color.

She walked out with a sadistic smile, walking past the streets to see who was out and who she was going to kill. Her hoodie's hood was up and covering her face as she trotted along the sidewalk; heading for a bar or an alley way near one. She stopped to examine a huge club that was just up north of the orphanage. A tall man stopped to examine her for a second before she caught onto him. She snickered before looking over her shoulder at him. "Do you want a BJ?" She asked him in a quiet tone. The man nodded, almost dumbfound that a girl like Natalie would even ask him that.

They turned a corner and into the dark alley way before she pinned him against the wall, it was too quick for him to react before she held her weapon in her hand and sliced threw his throat and down his body; spilling all of his internals onto the street ground. She drew the symbol and watched the body explode with that creepy grin on her face. "I knew you where one of them the minute I saw you, Nats. The sad thing is that I have to kill you." Her ear twitched as she recognized that voice. She spun around before her eyes widen.

There, standing in a black cloak with a black rabbit's mask on; Zeke. He took off his mask, staring at her with a huge trident looking weapon in his hands. Each of the spikes had blood dripping down from each of them. Zeke was snickering at her before he launch himself at her. She bounced off of the walls; doing a front flip and landing behind him. She took her weapon and put it infront of her for almost a warning as her hands shake. Their relationship was so strong to Natalie that it got through her even in her vampire form; even if Zeke thought differently of her.

"Z-Zeke, stop." She threaten with a stutter as she held out her scythe infront of her. He chuckled with his head back before walking near her. "Why? Did you really think that I was being your friend for nothing? Are you kidding me?!" He laughed as he looked at her tremble. Her eyes widened at his words that was obviously hitting her heart. She growled as tears rushed towards her eyes. "What are you trying to say? That I was only a pawn in your games?! That you trying to be my brother was all a lie?!" She hollered, people staring into the alley way and almost running away at the sight of the weapons these children where holding.

He snickered before putting his hand on her weapon and launching his weapon on her throat. "Did you honestly think that I liked you one bit?" His voice was dark, and in one quick motion, both of them took their move. Natalie ducked and swung her weapon towards his mid section body; while Zeke jumped while jerking his weapon forwards at her throat. "Do you know how hard I had to work to get this position? Huh Nats!?" His voice was horsed and cold as he screamed, landing behind her.

She turned around as their weapons met and clashed together before the both of them bounced backwards. "Die you fucking bastard!" Natalie yelled through her tears as she launched forward at him. He snickered at her when she did; seeing her weak tears brought him joy as he turned sharply to the right and throwing his trident at her. As she ran towards him; she blocked his trident from hitting her, sending her flying backwards. She was now pinned behind her weapon and his. She struggled to get loose but nothing worked. She teetered her weapon left and right before he walked up towards her, holding down his trident to her as his hair stood up from the electricity forming around him.

She squirmed as the electricity was getting so strong that it started to leave welts all over her body, moving her weapon with all of her strength. He snickered as he looked at her, "I worked for five long years; I realized that I was dead the moment that that semi-truck hit our car. I was pretty smart for my age of an eight year old wasn't I? Nats." he chuckled as he launched the electricity at her full blast. The alley way itself lit up as if it was day time; attracting many viewers to crowd around the alley way. They all soon ran away at the sight; some of them calling the cops.

The alley way grew dark and matched the sky before it grew even darker than night itself. The glimmering red sight of blood plastered the alley way streets as Natalie held down the trident and the scythe onto Zeke's body; tears dripped down her face and onto the boy. She was leaning onto both weapons as she cried. It was the first time this had ever happened; her crying over a death she caused. Even though Zeke seemed to hate her, she still looked up to him as if he was a big brother she loved very much; sometimes, even more than her blood related brother whom had died a year back.

The trident disappeared as she felt a hand touch her cheek. She looked down at him; her body was weak from the serge of electricity. Her eyes widen as she made her own weapon disappeared and she knelt down onto her knees; getting closer to him. His hand trailed down and dropped to the ground with a smile. "I can finally rest in peace thanks to you." His voice was quiet and hoarse as he spoke. "I know it was selfish of me to use you; but please forgive me." He coughed out a few more pints of blood, or seemed like it.

"I never really thought of you as selfish; infact, I don't mind you using me." She tried to hide her pain and agony in her heart as she forced the smile through her tears. All he did was chuckle before saying towards her, "I hope you find peace, you shouldn't of sold your soul to the devil; stupid girl." He spoke as he breathed a large breath before his bloody body didn't move much after that. She looked at him; blood was everywhere, a huge gaping hole laid into his stomach, showing almost all of his organs and bones glimmering everywhere in the moonlight.

Tears forced themselves out of her face as she wiped her eyes and nose off, smearing blood everywhere on her face. Her eyes turned back to a teal blue the minute her weapon hit his body. When a vampire kills an angel; they automatically turns back to their original form, though its easier said than done. She stood up as she put her hood back on and grabbed him by his feet. "No way in hell am I letting them have you." She grunted, dragging his body towards the dumpster. She crawled under it and grabbed her book bag and started to rampage through it.

She grabbed a lighter she had taken from one of her last victims and shredded whatever paper she had in there around Zeke's bloody body and lit it on fire. She stood their in the alley way as she rubbed her face dry, still smearing blood all over it as she watched the body burn. The smell of burning flesh made her feel sick along with the fact that she was covered head to toe with blood. She turned around and hurled her stomach empty before she wiped her mouth off; hearing the police cars' sirens.

She grabbed her bag and immediately left; hood over and covering her face as she disappeared into the night.

Ever since then; Natalie has been trying to avoid angels and this one would be just trying to pick a fight if she stopped or slowed down; so she kept going, holding the weapon near her body readying herself for self defense, if he could ever catch her.

Alec heard when the girl fell to the ground after he snapped the boy's arm and thought to himself, Can she feel their pain? Is that why she bit herself? He smirked at the thought, sure it would be a useful ability to have in order to find a Vampire, but it was a weakness too.

He continued to watch her, not moving now, as she said, 'If yellow isn't my colour I'll get rid of it for you.' and removed her wet blouse, the rest of her clothing also soaking wet now. His smirk widened, and then he cocked his head as a high-pitched note came out of the Angel's mouth. 'My cross is special.' He moved after she did it, to her other side, and he was lucky he did so, because in a flash, she had grabbed the cross around her neck, which grew to immense, probably heavy proportions, and then she swung it to where he had been standing just a second ago. The floor shattered as the cross hit it, and Alec's lips parted to reveal his perfectly white teeth in an overjoyed smile.

"Wow, that was really something." It was hard to tell if he meant that genuinely or not though, as his voice was flat and monotonous. Then the girl adjusted something on her headphones, making a constant high-pitched noise, when it dawned on Alec what she was doing. He grabbed his stomach as he began to laugh brightly, completely out of character for a bloothirsty Vampire.

His laughter continued as she said 'Prepare to be judged.' in a very serious, commanding voice, but that wasn't what he was laughing at, which became obvious when he managed to say, between his laughter,

"Sonar? Sonar!!" His laughing continued, and then he focused his evil eyes on her, "Like a bat right?" He leaned himself against a wall as his laughing rocked his entire body again, a tear actually falling from his eye. "The Irony!" His laughter subsided, then he said, "Well, at least the whole vampire bat thing is just an urban legend, but...." He noticed her serious expression, and then stopped talking off subject, "Ah, well... Golodnyy, kak volk;" Alec said transitioning between perfect English to even better Russian, "As hungry as a wolf, you are, just like me." He was focused back on the task at hand again. He kind of liked this girl though, with her British accent and unique appearance, not to mention her cold, wet form just out there right in front of him. But her inventive means of seeing him in the dark was rather impressive, he had to admit, at least to himself. "I can't help but wonder this one thing though... Would you have really just let me leave if I said I would stay out of New York?"

He couldn't help but be curious, he had never taken time to talk to any of the Angels he'd killed, and though she couldn't be an example for every single one of them, besides, a little insight never hurt anyone. He nodded at her answer, making a small noise in acknowledgement of what she had said, then got serious.

"Well, shall we?" Alec asked with a little bow, one hand on his abdomen, the other out behind him as a burst of flame rose up from the floor, forming into his massive, seven and a half foot sword. He leaned forward, towards the Angel, and took a step that made it look like it was a struggle to walk with the heavy-looking blade behind him. "My little Angel." He added with a sick smirk, and waited for her to make a move. Of course, he didn't even plan on killing her here, now. The explosion he would cause in a few minutes wouldn't kill her, it was just meant to keep her warm until he closed in on her again. What he said about hunting her, he really meant. There was nothing so sweet as hunting down an Angel, thinking themselves the hunters. Thinking themselves safe. His smirk widened from his thoughts, and his eyes ran up and down her body. Alec loved to hunt and kill their kind, to tear their bodies and rend their souls, like what they deserved in the pits of Hell. He may have looked perverted, but that wasn't what he was doing at all. He was watching for the slightest movement, indicators of where she would go, and how she would get there, which direction she would swing her weapon, and what kind of leverage she would have, and how he could take that leverage away from her....

The midnight bell rang, then stopped and rang again. This was definitly a vampire, her blood filled black dress, her hair stained blood. You are a monstrocity...I should just kill you...I should. She stopped in front of Firo as if to confirm her own thoughts and this would have probably been then best time to kill her. The best time to ram the drill in her face and rev it to kill but no, the Italian was hesitant, though it's only been a year for him it was hard to blatently kill someone, someone that young who was a women. The club was different, the she-vamp ran then murdered someone in front of his eyes.
But this, this felt different somehow. Least until she ran.

"Merda!" He shouted out in Italian, his regular voice dismembered within the rain and the metal mask as the girl practically dissappeared in front of his eyes past him. Firo turned around and gave chase after the fast girl, snapping his fingers in his left hand as the second drll attached itself to it. He reved the two drills, and their combined sound made them synonmynous to the motor of two chainsaws. The speed of the vampire is too much to match though. I'll cut the little vampiro off.

As she made another turn, Firo ran up a wall of a building to the best of his abilities and held himself up by stabbing the drill to the side of the building and having the motor dig the drill inside the building. His forearm drill now stuck into the building, having all his weight hanging off it he did the same to the left drill arm, launching his shoulder up higher so his second arm was at a higher point in the wall then his first. Firo repeated the action, drill climbing his way up the building till he was on the roof, overlooking the speeding vampire now with a scythe.

The angel ran on top of rooftops of the building, jumping over the small gaps that had just barely disconnected them in persuit from above until he was running side by side with the clueless vamp. In those last moments of chase he couldn't help but feel sorry for the soul that was human. That didn't matter though because now it was a monster and it dragged the rest of people's souls down with it. So he jumped from the fifteenth story building, head down with his left drill arm extended in front of him and his right drill arm reared back behind him preparing to strike down the vampire. He reved the motor of the two drills causing them to spin and roar as he fell. As he was going to make contact he brought down his right drill in a powerful strike above the vampire girl's head.

Natalie was sure she wasn't being followed by the angel so she kept running. She was about to put away her weapon before she heard the noise of what seemed to be a chain saw or two; looking up, she saw the gleaming white coat and the pelican's mask. That is what stopped her; reminding her of her old 'friends' mask, but this was now life or death and she ignored that feeling and kept running. It was getting hard for her to keep at this speed as her body started to tire out.

She started to look around at her surroundings, holding her scythe up high, ready to strike. She looked behind her and he was still giving chase. "Persistent little bastard." She cursed under her breath as she kept running. Lets see, I should be able to take a right turn and loose him; but if I do that, then I will run into some trouble and he could easily kill me. I only have five hours, so I can't let this fight bare on too long or I will be dead the minute I loose my vampire abilities. She thought; her heart racing as she kept examining her hunter.

She turned her head before hearing the sounds of the drills getting closer and closer. She looked back and immediately stopped in her tracks; the angel just barely missing her head as she fell backwards. She scurried to her feet in an instant as she held out her scythe towards him; they where about 12 feet away from each other as a smirk wiped across her face. "Are you going to kill me now? Little angel." She snickered, the way she was holding her weapon was a way that would help if he attacked for defense, and for her to attack.

"Oh, I have an idea; how about its the opposite!" She scowled as she lunged at the angel, raising the scythe and swinging it like a base ball bat. "Why don't you show me what you got!" She yelled as she attacked; wielding her weapon perfectly.

He was laughing at her. That murderous, disgusting, monster was laughing at her! She could understand why though, her use of sonar was slightly ironic, but that didn't give him the right to laugh. After he got over his apparent enjoyment of her abilities the vampire spoke a few words in a language she didn't understand then trasnlated it for her. She didn't care for the words at all.
"I can't help but wonder this one thing though... Would you have really just let me leave if I said I would stay out of New York?"
The words caught her by supprise. He actually asked her a question. Estelle couldn't stop the sad smile that flitted across her lips even through the hate she felt.
'Yes, I would have done. I could sense it in your body the moment I got close to you...we share certain...iconic moments.'
It was the drugs. If you died by and overdose or with drugs in your still pumping blood the scent never left you, it haunted you forever. She didn't know if the vampire could smell the toxic in her over all the blood but she could sense it in him and in that small factor she felt a link. A link she instantly wanted to destroy.

"Well, shall we?"
A burst of flame illuminated the area around the vampire giving Estelle a clear view for a moment then it was gone. The sonar that bounced back told her he had summond a weapon. It was something heavy, rather like her own, and shaped like a sword. She heard a footstep and the spund of dragging metal against the floor. It was heavy, he seemed to struggle moving it. This meant he'd be slow.
"My little Angel."
The infuriating words were playful and at the same time deadly serious.
'I don't belong to anyone!'
Estelle shouted the words. It was because of her mother who had rented her and her sisters that she had died. It was because she had to 'belong' to someone that she had been murdered. The anger was back and it was boiling. Estelle felt the surge of angelic energy rush through her body as her grip tightened on her weapon. A white mask in the shape of a fox face appeared in her free hand and she pulled it on over her blood encrusted hair. She was an angel, she would bring justice.

Estelle formed a wave of pure sound in the back of her throat and threw it foreward with her high voice. Invisible and fast, it formed into a solid mass heading towards the vampires feet. If she could just knock him down she could land a blow. Estelle ran after the sound wave using her new strength to swing the cross around from her right and up above her head. She needed to land a downward blow for it to be effective. The cross hit the ground and shattered the floor embedding one of it's edges deep. This wasn't good. The vampire should have been there, the sword would have been to heavy for him to move fast with. Where had he gone? Estelle pulled at her cross but it was no good, it was stuck good and deep and she didn't have the physical strength to pull it out after that attack. In her rage she had used a lot of physical power. It looked like she would have to rely on sound from now on. The sonar waves kept coming back but she couldn't find the vampire anywhere. What was going on!?

"Dannazione!" He said as his right handed drill now was stuck in the concrete of the sidewalk nearly missing the girl's head. He tried to pull it out of the ground but it was really stuck inside. The scynthe of the vampire held forward and Firo's left armed drill aimed at her, whose body was still crouched with the right armed stuck drill. "Are you going to kill me now? Little angel." She snickered out mocking the angel.
"Oh, I have an idea; how about its the opposite!" She raised the extremly curved synthe and swong it across the vulnerable side of the angel. His heart pounding and race minding of what he should do.
"Why don't you show me what you got!"

The giant drill stuck on the floor shortly roared to life, spinning itself and Firo's body in a 180, as he raised his left drill. The scynthe effectivly blocked by his left handed drill, though now the girl was now facing his back. The left drill twisted itself throwing the vampires weapon which was caught on the grooves over the angel's head back at her.
Firo then brought his left hand down onto the floor with his right and arched his back watching the now upside down view of the vampire. Such an act like this meant that the person was flexible in his living and even in death. Yes, he was a gymnast...
"This is how you live, this is how you will die." He said with a clean voice through the metal mask raising both legs up in the air balancing himself on the two drill arms before bringing them down heel first to where her head should be to at least stun her.

Natalie smiled as she saw her opponent stuck in the ground like a helpless worm. Suddenly, the drills began to roar into motion; spinning the angel's body along with it. Her scythe brought down with great force onto his drill, she was now facing the back as she watched her weapon hook into the angel's drills. He turned his body upside down as he watched her; all she could was smirk her twisted grin as he did so. "This is how you live, this is how you will die." Was all she heard before she saw a small flash of movement above her head; she looked upwards, her forehead was met with his feet as she was forced down.

Her hood came off revealing her long pink hair and her face fully; how young she was, what she looked like and even her hair color. Who else has pink hair like Natalie's? Infact, she was famous back in grade school for it. Her hands wrapped around his legs as she forced them up and she used it as support when she pushed off and away from him; at least a yard or two away as she quickly put her hood back up. She stood up and looked at him, brushing the dirt off of her before leaning towards her right with her hands propped onto her hips.

She started to clap. "Bravo little angel. You have a flexible background?" She said, lifting up her hand. "Unfotuant for you, my weapon isn't that ordinary. You see, if goes on my command..." She said with a smile as the weapon dissolved from the grooves of his drills, "And comes on my command." She had a sadistic smile on her face as her weapon appeared into her hands again; the shadows and blood of her victims forming towards it to make her scythe again. The only thing that would completely wreck her weapon is fire. It would take her twenty-four hours for her to regain it back in full condition. Fire was also her greatest fear, even though she has used it many of times.

She lunged at him again, this time, stepping on one of his drills quickly and jumping over him, facing his back as she swung towards his upper body.

'I don't belong to anyone!', The Angel shouted at Alec as a mask appeared in her free hand and she fastened it over her face. It was in the shape of a fox's face, and colored completely white. Then, quickly and resolutely, she opened her mouth, a strange, high-pitched noise building up in her throat, not quite like a scream. Alec had no idea what she was doing, so just stood there, which was a bad idea. She pushed it forward with a slight movement of her head and an increase in her sound decibels, and an invisible wall of sound came careening at Alec, followed quickly by the Angel. The sound wave hit him in the legs, knocking them back and the rest of his body forwards, falling down face first, but his reflexes were far too fast, and he never even hit the floor.

Pushing down at the ground with the flat edge of his sword, Alec propelled himself up and over the charging Angel, landing gently behind her, holding the tip of his sword straight at her. Her cross smashed into the floor, and she frantically tried to pull it back up, but it seemed to be stuck. Alec smirked, and then silently stepped through the darkness as she was wrapped up trying to lift the cross. He went back to the parent's room, where the child was, lost, bleeding, and alone in the darkness. He was still alive, he was conscious even, but he couldn't see his parents' murderer kneeling in front of him, their faces just inches apart. Without remorse or pity on the tear and blood-soaked child, Alec drove his sword through his chest. The child died quickly, and then Alec picked him up, and darted to the bedroom's doorway.

He looked at the Angel, and then without further delay, threw the child's corpse at her at about forty miles per hour, Alec had actually held back, giving himself time to speed across the room before the child had gotten a foot away from Estelle. Alec was in the kitchen now, the stench of gas overpowering everything else, and he pulled out a match from the ever-present matchbook he carried with him. He smirked, in his fashion, listening to the Angel as she figured out that it had been the child flying at her, and not Alec. Everything fell silent, except for the sound of the gas leaking from the severed pipe, and then Alec slid the match across the rough surface of the matchbook, making a seemingly deafening scraping noise, followed by the laughter of the insane Vampire.

Sparks came to life in the inky darkness of the kitchen, and then the match ignited, followed by the very air itself. The kitchen burst into flames, just for a fraction of a second, and then the fire exploded outward, engulfing the entire apartment all at once. A jet of fire flew out of the opened window where the Angel had challenged him, but he knew she was already gone, and hadn't died in the blast. He hadn't been trying to kill her anyway, at least not yet. That was something he didn't want to do until at least the second date, maybe even the third, he thought with a satisfied smirk.

Alec, still inside the burning apartment, walked through the engulfing flames unaffected, and his sword vanished into the fire. His leather clothing melted off, falling onto the burning floor in heaps of black slime, and in some places clinging to Alec's grey skin. All the blood that had been covering his body evaporated into black smoke, and the remains of the two parents whom he had killed in the apartment smelled rank as the fire licked at them. Alec walked to the window, silhouetted by flames much like the Angel had been silhouetted by moonlight, and placed his hands on the burning window sill, leering down at the alley below. Whether she was down there or not, he didn't really care, and he wasn't going to spend time looking for her tonight, but a maniacal laughter built up in his throat, mixing in with the night-time sounds of the city that never sleeps. But what would be truly troubling to any passersby wouldn't be the fact that there was a lunatic laughing his ass off in a burning apartment, no; it would be the fact that... this was just another night in New York City.

Alec, still leaning on the window sill of the burning apartment, grew silent, the laughter ceased. He stared down at nothing in particular, a blank look on his face, thinking of the Angel. She smelled kind of like me, he thought. "I'll see you again, little Lisíca*."

Alec opened the door that led into the hallway of the apartment complex, completely naked, revealed to the neighbors who had come out of their apartments, phones in hand, calling for the fire department and the police. Alec walked calmly past them, upstairs, to the roof, and then he jumped from there to the next building over, an impossible jump for anyone that wasn't a vampire, and he disappeared into the night atop the roofs of many New York buildings, until he thought himself far enough away from the incident behind him to rest, and he found an empty apartment, the owner out at the time, but all their belongings still there. Alec found some clothes, just a plain white tee that was a little tight on him and showed off his build, and a pair of bluejeans. They would do, until tomorrow, during the day, when Alec would go and buy some new clothes more to his liking.

[*Lisíca (pronunciation /liˈsitsə/) - the feminine form of 'fox' in Russian]

Firo was surprise by the upside-down face of the vampire. Young and pink haired. Pink.
It definitly didn't exactly scream vampire if it wasn't for the blood. Still it was shocking to see a face that wasn't entirely covered in blood, almost as if she was still normal. She pushed the heels back and all he could amongst the multiple raindrops was the slow clapping of the same vampire.

"Bravo little angel. You have a flexible background?"
"The best." Firo said, slowly turning the drill that was stuck on the floor left and right in order to loosen it from the broken piece of concrete that held it down.
"Unfortuantly for you, my weapon isn't that ordinary. You see, if goes on my command...And comes on my command."
He could feel the drill loosen up from the ground, until the weight that was on it was released. He could only look at the other side as he felt a faint step on his other dril. Just the time to have my backed turn.

He dragged the drill that was previously stuck, turned around and brought it up to block the blow of the curved syche which was just scratching the metal mask.
"It's a shame you have to live like this, like a murderer, like a little vampiro. You could have made someone happy." The angel said regrettably.
With that he raised his other drill hand up and knocked her weapon back into the air behind her then had brought it up to her neck in that moment contemplating whether he should kill her or just let her leave.
"I have already made my kill for the year." Was all he could say as he slowly walked backwards keeping his eyes on the girl.
"If I see you kill another person, I will destroy you." He didn't go away though, instead he just stood and watched her from the shadows.