Adrien rounded that corner, concealed within the shadows as he watched the woman with blond hair scurry across the street, looking behind her to see if he followed. Just before she slipped between the very filthy cracks of this damned city, she didn't see him. She seemed entirely comfortable to wander down alley ways that could harbor things worse than him. Those things that could leave her into nothing but a hollowed-out husk. The gutter rats of the world that didn't want to be seen. Didn't she know the best place for her was out in the open? Where the public eye could keep her shielded for at least a time, not it would save her from him. He followed his target like a wolf stalking a wounded deer. Crossing the street, his steps filled with purpose, determination flashing within electric purple of his eyes. He felt nothing as he delved to that alleyway's mouth she went down. That very sense that alerted him to the supernatural went wild in a frenzy, his instinct clawed at him with murderous intent.

The familiar feeling of the dead assaulted him. Vampire.

A wicked smile befell his face, as he walked upon that scene, hatred filled his veins. The vampire had the women he was tracking trapped within his grasp, he hadn't yet allowed his filthy fangs to pierce her neck. Her long, delicate swan neck tensed and exposed. Her pale skin stark amongst the darkness of that grungy, damp alley.

The vampire's reaction to the hunter did what it normally did, evoking fear and uncertainty. He paused in his very tracks as the leach's firm grip seemed to falter. No one dared to speak, no one dared to utter a word in response, except for a seething snarl in response. Fine. No verbal repartee? That was a shame and yet he wasn't out to play with his prey. He could see the hunger dripping within the vampire's eyes, that gaze that, if it were human would appear full of undiluted lust. Adrien stood there for a moment, allowing his fingertips to toy with the shadowy dagger flipping within his fingertips. A visual distraction as he summoned three deadly shadow arrows above his head, hanging there within the air, floating and yet incredibly obvious with its intended mark as well as its intent.

He was no fool to not cross his t's and dot his I's. He did not forget that fleeing blond, sending his shadows for her limbs, binding those strong but dainty little legs together. He still could not decide what she was, it was maddening to him. But the vampire, that was obvious. That blood-sucking hellion would face his doom. There was no need for words, no compassion within him for the very disease that infects this damned earth.

The dark hunter took note of the first smart thing the woman did. That very way she felt that grip loosen when she saw that very slim window to use it to her advantage and pull away with every ounce of strength she possessed. If only she had noticed those binds that slithered around her limbs. He can't have her running away until he was finished with her. She tumbled upon that grimy ground, an unsullied heap on that ground. Even that fall had seemed graceful enough, only confirming that she was hardly human. His gaze shifts from two very opposite creatures. The petite woman moves like an inchworm, shuffling across the abrasive ground as though trying to put as much distance as she could, undoubtedly in a valiant attempt to escape. Tsk, tsk little Goldilocks, he mused to himself. Not like that. He shook his head as if saying no to her, nice try.

His confidence was steadfast, the scene with the vampire was one he had seen a million times before. He took a step toward the vampire, as he elevated his free hand, his fingers twitching in signal before sending his arrows flying. They left a trail of shadow behind them as they moved deadly fast, it could have been a blur. One moment they were hovering above his head as though suspended and the next they were headed straight for the vampire. He felt them sing viciously through the air, slicing through it without any sign of decelerating. The trio of arrows moves as one, as though communicating a cohesive unit. The faster that vampire was put down the quicker he could find out just what that woman was and why she ran like the guilty.

Those arrows, hardly made their mark of the vampire's vile heart as intended. In fact, the blood-crazed fiend seemed quick, noting the downed woman on the ground. He just couldn't help himself. Adrien had seen those in a blood frenzy but this seemed different, as though something else propelled him forward to simply ignore the dark hunter entirely and ignore the arrow that got him in the leg and the arm. They disappeared after they had made their damage, the one that hit the wall, left a shadowy imprint where it struck.

Something began to shimmer, an irritating source of light. What the fuck? Was it a car light? Why the hell would they be here at this hour? It was certainly no car, but the women. The woman was glowing! Glowing! Ha. Just when you think you've seen everything. Then a glowing woman gets thrown into the mix. Glowing like the sun in the middle of the night, in the confined space of a dingy alleyway. What the hell kind of creature glows? For the first time, he hesitated, he actually paused within his pursuit of the fanged one. The very one that made his blood boil for his death, it drove the hunter into a murderous haze and Adrien paused! "What the hell are you?" He asked under his breath, mainly to himself than toward the woman. He was entirely distracted for a moment before the slightly wounded vampire ran with inhuman speed to the glowing beacon, his teeth gnashing like a rabid dog. It disgusted him, vampires were flat out revolting. Adrien's lips pulled into a soundless sneer, his eyes suddenly void like hollowed out endless pits of shadow.

Adrien sparked into action. He summoned he produced a samurai blade, it was made of those shadows, inky and hellish as a reaper's scythe. He felt it like something tangible in his hand, that weapon perfectly balanced for him and him alone, each finger rose and settled upon that hilt, feeling it becoming acquainted with it. He chose a weapon he could fully control, one that wouldn't accidentally hit the woman behind. Within a mere moment, he used his forward momentum with a massive force behind it, almost every muscle in his body engaged. In a fluid moment, he pulled his arm back before unleashing it to deliver that decapitating blow. The shadows spilled from the other side of the vampire's gaunt neck, as it sliced right through. That blade slid right through that flesh, tendon, and bone like it was nothing, it disappeared into black mist once it has done its job and simply dissipated. He could not see the vampire's expression, but he knew that look would have held that unbidden surprise. Just as it still did as that slid off and rolled onto the ground with a thud. He kicked the body over too, the fact that it didn't quite fully fall over on its own creeped him out, as though the body wanted to regenerate. It was only a moment later before that corpse began to wilt. The true death took over.

He stepped around that body, darting forward without a weapon in his hand. He brought his face close as if to examine that glow. He fought that urge to touch it and, in all actuality, he wondered if it would burn him. She was striking, that luminosity that encased her lit up those features like nothing he had seen. She was like an angel surrounded by vile filth. "What are you?" He breathed, peering down on that light that so chased away the very shadows from existence. It hurt his eyes to gaze at her fully. His purple eyes dared to look away, but not for long. She stole his very breath away, made him waver. What kind of sorcery was she bespelling on him? "What the hell are you doing?" He demanded, his voice sounded nothing more than a growl as his body braced as if it were being attacked, his jaw clenches as if straining.

Maybe she was hunting him all along.