My first night in a new town and it's totally deserted. What a bummer. Where is everyone, hiding away in a bar somewhere? Doesn't sound like a bad place to be, now that I think about it but I was hoping for a little more fun. My brother's out there somewhere, hunting for me, hoping to save me but I've got a good head start on him this time. He might as well stay home at the plantation and wait for me to show up again cause if I don't want to be found, I won't be. He can follow the trail of bodies when I'm done with this place.

I venture along the boardwalk by the docks, the sounds of fishermen working drawing me in. Well, if I can't just find a bystander on the street, I guess I'll just have to think around the fishy taste. All I need is a taste. I duck my head, my black locks blending in with the night. I'm wearing a black tshirt and worn jeans. The lights are bright along the boardwalk so I step closer to the wall, allowing the shadows to hide me better. I lick my lips, my sharp canines already showing as I get ready to strike. Unfortunately, it looks like others had this place mapped out for an attack too.

Before I know it, the man I'm stalking suddenly looks toward some commotion further down the docks and runs for it, yelling at some others to grab their guns. I stand there for a minute in the shadow of the warehouse closest to me, curiosity in my bright blues as I stare down toward all the yelling and running. What's going on? Peering in closer, I can make out what looks to be an overly large cat and was that a snarl? A leopard is not the norm for the city limits. I scowl. That can only mean one thing, Weres. I should have known I couldn't get away from the other supernaturals so easily.

As I'm watching, I note another large furry creature wandering closer. Upon closer inspection, I can make out the longer snout and pointed ear. A Werewolf. Are they working together? While Were creatures tend to be pack animals and stick in groups for strength, they usually pick their own sub species to stay close to. A WereLeopard and a Werewolf traveling together would really be one for the books. Intrigued, I cross my arms and lean against the wall of the warehouse, watching the rest play out. No one else seems to notice me since they're too busy yelling orders and grabbing weapons to use against the animals. I can make out the tense postures of both now as they get closer to each other. Guess that means they're not working together.

Before long, the dock they're standing on starts going under while the men watch on. Some of them seem to be cheering as if they planned for this to happen. Makes me wonder how long the WereLeopard has been terrorizing their fish barrels. Unfortunately for the fisherman, the plan falls through. The Leopard leaps to safety and when a man takes aim at the fleeing feline, the wolf surprisingly jumps to action, grabbing the man's leg while the leopard takes off. I tilt my head. Odd behavior, sub species sticking up for each other like that.

The leopard runs past the warehouse I'm leaning against without another glance, the wolf close on its tail. The fishermen follow, guns drawn. A low chuckle slips from my lips as I move around the warehouse in pursuit. I stick to the shadows, watching as the leopard pulls a cheap shot, using a paw to swipe at the unsuspecting wolf to send her tumbling while the leopard jumps up to safety on a rooftop. My eyes gleam with amusement as the leopard leaps to another roof and disappears inside. Hearing gun shots, I focus back on the wolf. She doesn't seem to be faring so good, using boxes to get away. I smell hot blood the minute a bullet grazes her side. She winces but doesn't falter, gaining the safety of the rooftops before she, too, disappears into a warehouse after the leopard. Hm, I'll worry about that later.

The men are still standing there waving their guns and yelling. They're confused and unsatisfied since they didn't end their problem. I make out about 7 men. I can handle that. I walk up behind them nonchalantly, sticking to the shadows. I come up behind the closest man, my hands easily grasping his head and twisting it unnaturally. With a soft crack, the man falls to the ground, enough of a thud to draw the others' attention. Most are too in shock but when one brings up his gun to shoot, I step closer, my gaze intensely focused on his own.

"You don't want to do that."

Before he can act, I slap the gun from his hand and grasp his head, pulling him to me as I bite into his neck. I hear the others gasp and knowing some are about to shoot, I turn my body around so that the man I'm drinking from will be my shield. The bullets thud into his back. When the men run out of bullets, I drop his body and wipe my blood stained mouth, offering them a grin.

"Well that was oddly satisfying. Who's next?"

I watch the men exchange looks before three of them throw their guns down and run. That leaves two. One of the men grabs for something in the collar of his shirt. He pulls out a cross pendant on his necklace and steps toward me.

"Begone, demon! This is no place for your evil!"

I can't help but chuckle as I throw my hands up in a surrender gesture and take a step back.

"You got me. I surrender. I am no match for your cross."

The man hesitates, feeling victorious and that's when I step forward lithely and stick my hand through his chest. Grasping his heart in my hand, I watch the man's face contort with pain and shock, a gasp leaving his mouth before I rip his heart out and hold it in front of him.

"I think you're missing something."

I say matter of factly, watching with a grin as the man collapses onto his knees then his face on the ground before me. The last man backs up into the wall behind him, begging for his life.

"No, please, don't hurt me! I've got kids!"

My features soften, something like sympathy in my eyes as I step up to him.

"That's heart warming, really. Too bad I don't care."

Even as the last word slips from my lips, I slam my hands into the wall on either side of him and lunge, my fangs biting into his jugular vein as he freezes. Taking a good swallow, I jerk back, ripping the jugular right out of his throat. He gurgles on his own blood, his hand reaching up to his bleeding neck as he slides down the wall and finally goes limp. Stepping back, I wipe my mouth again and examine my handiwork. Not bad for my first night.

Looking up toward the rooftops, I narrow my eyes.

"Hmm."

Now to make myself known to the Weres, not that they deserve an introduction. I move around to the warehouse I know they're inside of, noting the boarded up windows and doors. Shouldn't be much of a problem. I start ripping the wood off of one of the doors before kicking it in. Within a minute, I'm stepping into the warehouse where the two Were creatures are. They're no longer animals of course. They've gone back to human form. The leopard, a male with black unruly hair, is crouched in a corner, puking out his insides and cursing under his breath in stuttered English. The wolf, a female with curly red hair and numerous scars, is offering him help. I smirk.

"How cute, you two get along so well."

I glance toward the female, studying her till I note the red spot on the side of her shirt. I knew I smelt Were blood.

"You should get that looked at, sweetheart. Wouldn't want a scar."

My eyes gleam. Sarcasm is my middle name. I look back at the boy.

"And you should really watch what you eat, unless that's just a hairball you're hacking up."

Chuckling a little, I glance back toward the door.

"Well, you don't have to worry about the trigger happys anymore, but don't rush all at once to thank me. I get paid in favors."

I lean up against the wall, crossing my arms as I wait for their reactions. No doubt, they'll be priceless.