Snippet #2187461

Two days earlier...

A target, a plan, a kill. Adrian scanned the cities for his target. He had been studying this man for a while now. He had learned his patterns, his work habits and even his habitat. It was 11:15 PM. At 11:30 on this particular day, his target often went to meet a few friends for drinking. His favorite personal drink: Rum with a few drops of blood. For some reason, this made the alcohol act faster on his body. His targets name was George Anderson: A business man with ties in the gangs that plagued the cities. He owns a rich business, corrupted and vile. The man stands 6 feet tall and weighs only 130 pounds; skinny for a man of his height. He has long gray hair gelled backwards. He keeps a shaved face and always dresses up in clean cloth, expect on Mondays, when he talks his walk. He is always followed by two body guards, one of them has a limp and the other is often stressed. Easy targets... Adrian moved along the roof stop, looking down at the dark street bellow him. His target would showed show up any minute now. George Anderson had a hard day today, so he would probably drink more than usual. He was usually with 3 other men when drinking. As usual, his 2 bodyguards would empty the place and leave the whole bar for only Mr. Anderson and his three friends. Adrian would enter from the roof. There was an air vent large enough for Adrian to sneak in. Earlier that day, he had made his way to the bar and found the air vent led to the mens washroom. That would be his entry point. From there he would walk into the bar and knock out the barman. He would open the lights to the brightest and then kill George Anderson while he was blinded. He would leave before anyone noticed anything.

His reasons for killing the man were simple. One, he was a vampire. Two, he enjoys making the lives of people miserable. He preys on the weak and takes any girl he can get his hands on. This man needed to die. He had a family, but they would need to live without him.

A car drove in by the bar. Six men walked out: Anderson with his two body guards...and his three friends. Soon the bar was emptied, the guards were posted by the door and Anderson was drinking. The time to act was now. Adrian put his hood over his head, made sure he shoes were tied and ran. On a building from the opposite side of the street, he ran, jumping roof top to roof top, dodging an obstacle in his way, and never slowing down. His face was hidden under his hood, impossible to see him. He finally found his way to the roof of the bar. He could hear the men cheer. He found the vent. Leaping inside, his used his muscular arms to slow down his fall and not make a sound. Once in the bathroom he took a deep breath. Quickly but silently, he walked out of the bar. Unexpectedly, he met face to face with the barman. Reacting quickly, he grabbed the man by the throat, his strength overpowering his own. This barman was a werewolf...but he never had a chance to fight back. Holding him in a tight head lock, he squeezed the man neck until it snapped under the pressure of Adrian's biceps.

He then made his way to the bar. The lights were off, but not for long. Crouching and rolling between walls, Adrian made his way to the light switch. Taking out his knife, he flicked the lights. At once the three vampires covered their eyes. Fast as lighting, Adrian leaped to his target and stabbed his knife into his heart, covering his mouth. The other two had no idea what was happening. But they would soon realize that their friend had been killed before them...or not. He would leave no survivors. Looking at the bar which held all the alcohol, Adrian opened a match and threw it at the bar. Before the match even hit the bar, Adrian had leaped into the back window and ran into the darkness. The bar exploded...There had been 7 deaths. The 2 bodyguards, the three men drinking, the barman and a werewolf couple walking by the bar when it exploded.

No traces were left behind...