Disclaimer: I do not own Lucian, Michael, Raze, Sonja, Selene, Kraven, Erika, Soren, or Amelia. They belong to Len Wiseman, Kevin Grevioux, Danny McBride, Sony, and whoever else that I forgot. I don't own Marcus either, this is just my version of him. If I do own any characters, I will say so in the chapter that they are introduced in.
Also, in this, the vampires and lycans are supernatural creatures, rather than virus originated ones, meaning they have different powers and such. You'll see.
One more thing, Eternal Song of War is going on hiatus for a bit. I apologize for that, it's just I've been distracted by some other ideas and got writer's block on Eternal. It will get done, but at the moment I'll be focusing more attention on this.
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By Nightfall
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The rain had finally stopped pouring down over the dark city. Lightning continued to flash in the sky, however, as thunder boomed every moment or so, shattering the otherwise eerie quiet of the night.
The streets were deserted, with the exception of a few cars that drove down the roads. Although, most people didn't usually prefer to be outside during such stormy weather.
On one of the rooftops, however, one person stood, or, crouched would be the more appropriate term, his long trenchcoat billowing in the wind.
He was a man of medium height, and his frame was covered in all black. Black steel-toed combat boots, black tight-fitting pants, a black button-up cotton shirt, and the trenchcoat. His hair, which was also black, went down past his shoulders. In addition, he had a neatly trimmed beard and moustache.
And then there were his eyes.
They were a dark gray, and held a gentle kindness to them, and yet, at the same time, a ferocity that was just begging to be released on some unfortunate victim.
Another clap of thunder filled Lucian's ears, and he raised his head to the dark sky, uninterested at the weather. No, he was more interested on the other noise that had sounded just seconds before the thunder.
It was a light fluttering noise, like a flock of birds flying through the sky…however, Lucian hadn't been an assassin for several decades without learning that the specific noise he was now hearing wasn't related to any kind of bird.
And indeed he was right, as three swarms of large bats suddenly appeared out of nowhere, silently flying in unison.
Vampires, in mid-flight.
The corner of Lucian's lip tugged upwards, an ever so small smirk forming. His targets had arrived.
He truthfully wasn't entirely sure what the three had done that had infuriated the man who had hired him, but, the fact of the matter was, he didn't really give a damn. The reward for all three dead was quite bit for just three vampires, so based on that, he assumed they probably killed a member of his family.
Reaching to his side, his hand gripping the handle of his sword, before unsheathing it from its black scabbard.
It was a katana, and he twirled it gently in his hand, whatever small traces of moonlight in the sky bouncing off its silver blade. The guard was shaped like a shuriken, five curved serrated blades, and the handle itself was dark silver, and was crafted to be shaped like a snarling dragon like beast.
He sat still, waiting. He watched as one of the flocks moved past him, not even realizing he was there. Then, the second one followed.
When the third started to pass him, he made his move.
Leaping off the roof, holding the sword in one hand and the sheath in the other, he dove towards the third flock of bats, which were the closest to a dark alley. The flock seemed to notice him at last, as it tried to move quicker.
But even then it was too late. Hitting the middle of them, the sword lashed out, cleaving one of the bats in half. Almost instantly there was an inhuman shriek, and the other two flocks stopped moving, finally noticing that something was wrong.
Flipping in mid air, Lucian fell to the earth, landing in the dark alley with the grace of a feline, his knees bent, in a predatory crouch, his head held low momentarily. He sheathed his sword, less than a second before the body hit the ground after him.
The flock of bats was gone, replaced by a now headless body, the vampire. Then, two halves of a severed head, which had been the bat that Lucian had carved in two, followed quickly after.
Lucian hadn't even fully stood up before the other two bat flocks descended into the alley, quickly merging together, taking form, growing limbs.
Seconds later, two vampires, clad in all dark landed in the alley, starring at their fallen comrade before turning and staring at his killer.
Lucian smiled, and, as he walked over, setting his sword against the wall, he turned again, and faced off against the two.
For a moment, no one moved, they simply stared at one another, the vampires' eyes, burning with anger, staring down Lucian's eyes, which held some interest, but no fear or worry.
A clap of thunder shattered the quiet, and then all hell broke loose.
The two vampires, in a flash, withdrew twin pistols from their coats and opened fire. Almost instantly Lucian ducked and rolled out of the way, taking cover behind a nearby dumpster. Once behind it he silently grimaced when he noticed that he had been hit. It was silver, he could tell, due to the burning sensation in his arm. Grimacing, he opened his coat, seeing the wound through his shirt.
He tensed, and softly growled, as, underneath his shirt, his muscles rippled, and the bullet was forced out of the hole, before falling to the cold ground.
Reaching into his coat, he withdrew two guns. They were custom, made by himself, which explained their extraordinary design. They looked like a combination of a six-shooter revolver and a desert eagle. The barrel was rather large, and the chamber held six bullets, which weren't silver. What was most shocking was under the barrel, was a smaller barrel grafted to it, and a pump, which made it seem like a miniature shotgun.
He waited until the shooting stopped, and then sprung out, leaping up into the air, and aiming one gun at the first vampire. Pulling the trigger, he fired two bullets, shooting the bloodsucker in the chest. With a roar, he quickly backed off, hiding behind one of the walls.
His companion wasn't so smart, and he got hit three times, one in the chest, one in the shoulder, and one in the kneecap. With a yell he went down, clutching his wounded knee.
Landing, Lucian strode forward, even as he reached on his gun, pulling a small lever on the side of the barrel. Walking up to the fallen vampire he placed his boot in the creature's chest, and lowered the gun right between his eyes.
He pulled the trigger, and the shotgun went off, practically blowing the head to pieces. He raised his gun, aiming for the second vampire, when a large flock of bats collided into him, knocking him back with a grunt. He hit the ground, surprised he had been able to hold on to his guns. Flipping to his feet he stared as the vampire pulled out a long dagger from his boot. He twirled the blade around in his hand, before raising his hand in a "come hither" motion.
Lucian paused, and then nodded with a smirk, tossing both weapons to the side. Then, he reached up, unbuttoning his shirt before sliding it off along with his coat, exposing his sleek, yet muscular upper body.
The vampire instantly realized what he was about to do, and charged, preparing to kill him before it could happen. Lucian dodged and lashed out, his fist smashing into the vampire's jaw before jumping, his boot hitting him in the chest, and knocking him back.
The vampire quickly recovered, even as Lucian kicked off his boots, placing them aside along with his shirt and coat. The two faced off, red eyes starring into dark gray eyes; gray eyes that suddenly changed, becoming silver, like metallic liquid.
Lucian reared back, snarling as his teeth began to elongate and sharpen, growing into fangs. He grew in size, upward and outward, as bones cracked and reshaped themselves. His chest and ribcage expanded, and then thickened, to shield his internal organs. His muscles grew, even as his skin changed to a coal color. Black fur sprouted on his body, covering him like a blanket of midnight. His arms and legs lengthened also, growing more muscle, along with the rest of his body, and his hands grew also, long claws emerging from the fingertips. His hair shortened, pulling into his skull, and becoming almost spiky. With a cracking noise his knees snapped backwards, and his feet changed also, growing, becoming thick padded paws, long black claws erupts from them. His jaw extended, becoming a long wolfish snout.
The fully transformed werewolf snarled at the vampire, who was now backing away slowly. His ears, now pointed and repositioned at the top of his head, flattened against his skull.
Then, he charged, quickly dropping to all fours, to allow movement. Before the vampire could react, the beast pounced, driving him to the ground.
He didn't even have time to scream before the jaws clamped down around his head, crushing his skull.
A while later, Lucian, now transformed back to normal, stood up. His shirt and coat were back on, as were his boots. His pants were a bit torn, but that could be fixed, or he could simply buy another pair. His guns were back in his coat, and his sword was being held in one hand.
He glanced at the three corpses in the alley, before turning, and disappearing into the darkness.
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Author's Note: Okay, for those who are kind of confused about Lucian's two guns, here is a link to a picture of what they look like, email me or IM me at Dragonslayer0586 and I'll show you a pic of it. It won't let me post the link to it, so I'm writing this little note.