A wolf has escaped from London Zoo...
At least, that's what the papers are saying. Anyone with half a brain who saw the second victim of this 'wolf' would know that this was the work of no natural creature. All that was left on the murder scene was a piece of scalp with a little blonde hair, a skull with the spinal cord still attached, and huge amounts of blood all over the pavement. But then, for a man to know, he must first be willing to know.
For those in London who know of such things, the general notion was that an exceptionally fierce Lycan was on the loose. Hunters, Assassins... everyone involved in the non-mortal community... they were all worried. The longer this creature was allowed to continue it's rampage, the more the risk of the non-mortal world being unveiled to the general human population, and if that happened, then the race of vampires might just make their move to take over the world.
It was dark. Brandon Archer stalked forward slowly, one foot at a time softly crunching gritty floor underneath him. His desert eagles pointed upward, flanking his head, his squinted eyes searching the darkness of the narrow tunnel. In the relative silence was a slow, regular drip of water on some unseen pipe. Archer had been hunting the succubus known as Sindell all day, and finally, this late afternoon, he had tracked it to this underground service tunnel of a Barclay's Bank.
"I won't deny it, am a straight rider..."
The Tupac ringtone of Archer's mobile shattered the silence and the assassin looked down to his coat pocket. Suddenly the succubus screeched, diving from the shadows and striking Archer to the ground with a stiff back-hand slap.
"Ugh!" Archer landed hard on his back, but he quickly lifted his head up to see the fleeing monster. He aimed his golden guns and squeezed the triggers twice each resulting in four loud shots. Sparks and pings told him he'd missed his target and the monster, along with its shrieking, disappeared into the darkness. "Shit!" he shouted angrily, the ringtone and vibration of his phone still going strong.
He stood up, holstered one weapon at the small of his back and pulled the phone out of the inside pocket of his grey trench-coat. "What!?" as soon as he put the phone to his ear. "I'm kinda in the middle of something..................... alright, whatever....... yeah, on me way."
Archer hung up, jaw clenched and teeth grinding. "Rrrrrrr." After spending a full week tracking Sindell, he finally laid his eyes and guns on her and now he was being called back to headquarters for something apparently more important. Now that sudden burst of adrenaline had worn off, he could feel the painful thudding in his cheek where he was struck by the succubus. He looked at the phone in his hand, saw his blood on the keypad, then looked down the tunnel where his quarry had fled. Sindell was supposed to put his kill record in double figures. Now she was gone.
"F'fucks sake." With that, he headed back to the ladder that would take him back to the oblivious 'real world.'