Chapter 1: Encounter

The night seemed like it was going to be how it has been all day, cloudy and rainy. Light snorted out air, watching the white puff of air disapate into the sky. This night would be perfect, it would make it harder for the Death Dealers to track him down after this little stunt he was about to pull. He ignored the hustling people on the street and just made his entry through a door that was on the side of what appeared to be a very popular club. Yet what madet his lycan choose this club one would have wondered. The answer was simple, it was run by vampires, sworn enemies of the lycans, and he knew that he could count on a few of the more important people to be watching over the premises. Light pushed his way through the crowd of dancing people. The smell of humans filled his nostrals as well as the smell of some vampires. Finally he pushed himself to find a seat at the bar and he took a seat glancing around through the strands of his wet black hair. His grey eyes darted back and forth as he picked out who he was going to kill.

Sierra stood at the top of the club, peering down at the group of people below. She was hidden behind a tinted window, the VIP members would find themselves up here, usually the owners at that. She was intensly keeping an eye out of anything out of the ordinary. It was her job, being a Death Dealer. She was trained for this since she was only a child and she became very well adapted for the thrill of hunting. She was sent from a sistering coven in Russia, helping restore what remained of the coven that Viktor had left behind in ruins. The vampires were wanting to regain their territory and they wanted to do it quickly.

She watched in disgust at the displays going on the floor below. The dancing and touching between the humans and her kind. Seeing this behavior prooved that vampires were becoming no more than sexual hunters in this time period. Her thoughts on the subject escaped her when she noticed the man that walked in the bar. She kept her green eyes on him, studying his figure as an unsure feeling came through her gut about this man. Just as he moved she noticed the grey eye color that hid behind his black uncombed hair.

Light was becoming impatient and tired of waiting. Finally, who he wanted had arrived. Death Dealers were being used as security and they spotted him quickly. They all approached him weapons out. He only chuckled as he let out a grin and stood up taking on his wolf form. With a mighty roar he began to attack those who were trying to kill him. Screams errupted from the crowd as each person tried to move this way or that way. Doing there best to even find a hiding spot. When the screams hit Sierra's ears she quickly pulled out her guns and fired at the window. The glass object cracked and she kicked it, allowing the tiny shards to fall to the ground. Without a second thought the warrior instinct took over and she jumped off the ledge.

After realizing he completed what he wanted to do, Light started to make his way out of the club. Weaving in and out of people in every which way possible. Sierra did her best to follow him, firing shots in between the crowd. One of the silver lined bullets skimmed past his head as he jumped out the door and fell onto the wet ground. Light was no longer in his transformed state as his soaking wet body up off the ground and did his best to run.

Sierra watched him run away and she continued to fire at him, only taking small steps towards him. The lycan stopped and whipped out his gun and started to fire back at her. Once she noticed he pulled a gun she quickly hid behind the nearest dumpster and allowed another Death Dealer to take the hit. She watched as the man's mouth glowed, ultra-violet ammunition. She heard of that weapon that they had and was glad she moved out of the way. It sucked to be him but it was either him or her and she wasn't about to let it be her. Realizing she needed to up her ammunition she switched out the magazine to the one that had the silver nitrate rounds. They weren't as effective as they used to be but it would be enough to kill him after she unloaded at least five shots into him.

Once the Death Dealer felt it safe enough to come out of hiding she rushed forward, her gun out first and fired blindly towards the form. A loud yelp could be heard as one of the bullets she fired went clean into his arm. Out of anger Light only charged her, taking his massive form once again. Sierra quickly tried to aim and shoot again but it was too late, he had already tackled her and started to scratch at her body. She managed to push him off and went to reach for her gun but before she knew it, the beast had her by the neck in his claws and was running off.

Light had made it as far as the woods outside of the town before the fatigue kicked in. He dropped Sierra and she grunted as she hit the ground. Her vision was a bit fuzzy but that didn't matter. She watched as the werewolf turned back into human. He looked back to her, "What did you shoot me with?" He questioned angrily.

Sierra didn't answer him. She reached for her gun and pushed herself up as a reaction to his question. Next thing she knew she was up off the ground, being held by her hands. His grip was tight on her, making her drop the gun she had. His grey eyes looked upon her, "I'm not going to kill you but I need to know what you shot me with."

A swift knee to the ribs was what he received as a different response. He grunted and tensed up, automatically releasing her. She went back for her gun but turned around to find the lycan passed out on the ground. She took in deep breaths as she stood over top of him, her finger on the trigger as she began to squeeze but a light over the horizon started to peer over. She didn't want to leave him alive but if she didn't find cover soon she'd certainly die. She almost darted off to the woods but her concious seemed to kick in as she stared at the almost lifeless body. He could have killed her, he just wouldn't for some reason and she couldn't understand why. Finally she made a decision and picked up the body and started to carry it with her into the darkness of the woods.