"I got the bastard, Washington and Brown, red brick building up the fire escape." Dante's voice carried through the headsets the other three men were wearing.
"On our way." Tegan responded as he headed in the direction of Dante's location.
Dante launched himself up and over the 4th fire escape landing, only two to climb that way. As he got to the 6th floor a black image shot past the open door to the hallway. He brought his custom made Beretta around but before he could unload, it was gone. No point in wasting the rounds; he holstered the weapon. Once inside he headed in the direction the rogue had gone and heard commotion at the end of the hall. His fangs pressed through his gums as everything took on an amber glow and his body tingled with the anticipated brawl.
As he rounded the bend he inhaled and caught the scent of sandalwood and blood, female blood. His fangs dug into his lower lip. Poor woman didn't stand a chance, hopefully he wouldn't have to deal with a mercy killing; if he was lucky she was already dead. The mercy killings were the worst; rogues being interrupted before they finished gorging themselves, human victims lying on the ground in a pool of their own organs and blood begging for help. There was no help for them, and they had to be put down, each one stole a piece of Dante's heart when he finished them off; innocents caught in the crossfire of a war centuries old.
Once inside the room the noise was coming from he stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw. The tall, tight form of a woman in black leather pants, heavily combat boots, and an ungodly tight looking burgundy corset was pinning a rogue to the wall, an actual woman, a female, was holding it there. When the creature caught sight of Dante it increased the force it was fighting with and before it could throw the woman off Dante's Beretta was up and the titanium bullets were poisoning the creature's system.
"What the fuck?" The woman spun around and looked at him, her auburn ponytail bouncing. Her clear blue eyes catching his, the light in the room making them almost glow. They were almost as white as Mira's eyes, but not quite. Stomping towards him she paused about a foot away, damn she was tall for a woman, probably 5'10" maybe 6 foot. "What the fuck do…" A roar from the hall behind her sounded against the walls of the small decrepit building, she turned and braced herself in anticipation of the attack. A single shot fired and the creature dropped from the force, its body shook violently. Only a fraction of a second after the creature hit the floor Dante felt a fiercely devastating punch land just over his temple dazing him. Not expecting the attack he was flung backwards, the distinct feeling of his belt and holsters being cut from his body as he flew through the air was followed by their crash to the floor across the room.
"Mother fucker, stop killing my dinner." Screamed the woman as yet another rogue came plowing into the room. This one caught her and pressed her to the floor. Her head snapped up squarely to connect with its own and she arched up pushing the vampire off her. Straddling the creature she pinned it to the floor and raised her head back stretching her jaws wide. As Dante watched he saw the impossible, two large fangs, much like his own stretched out, saliva dripped off one just before she struck. He could hear her swallowing greedily even over the creature's blood-curling roars of anger as it discovered what it felt like to be violated in such a vicious manner. The woman's powerful legs kept the rogue from kicking her off, one hand held its head to the side while a knee and her other arm kept it from clawing at her. Her body heaved with each powerful pull, Dante couldn't believe what he was seeing; sitting up he rested his arms on his knees and watched something he'd never thought possible. What the fuck was this creature in front of him?
Tegan, Brock, and Chase ran into the room weapons drawn. Dante held up a hand and they halted. As each one looked at the scene in front of them their jaws dropped. The rogue's fighting began to weaken and the woman released his head; reaching behind her to grab the hilt of a silver blade. One more long pull on the neck of the rogue and the woman's head lifted, the blade in her hand slicing across its neck. The head rolling off before everything under her disintegrated. She knelt there for a few moments breathing heavily then rose brushing ash off her pants and turning back to Dante.
"Well you sure as hell wanted to make me sing for my supper." Her eyes, with an unmistakable vertical slit, were glowing bright silver light and she caught sight of the other three men. She took a step back, replacing the blade to its holster under the back of her corset as her tongue dipped out to catch a wayward drop of blood. Taking a few steps sideways she picked up her jacket, shrugging on the long duster.
Dante stood up. "That was a hell of a blow you gave me. What are you?"
The woman slowly reached into her duster carefully removing a pair of slick black shades so everyone could see she wasn't drawing a weapon. She smiled at Dante her eyes locked on him as she slid on the sunglasses.
"Me? You can't tell? Gentlemen… I'm Breed. Just like you." Her finger tapped the side of the glasses' frame and the entire room was filled with a flash of intense bright light, each of the Breed males in the room instinctively covered his eyes from the painful light. There was a sound of footsteps, crashing glass and when they could see again the men found her gone, the window broken.
"What the fuck was she?" Brock growled as he stormed over to check the window, she was nowhere his enhanced sight could see.
"You heard her." Replied Dante as he walked to his discarded weapons. "She said she was Breed."
"What kind of a freak of nature is a female Breed?" Brock questioned turning from the window.
Dante roared in anger as he picked up his holsters. "The kind of bitch that stole my fucking malebranches that's what kind." He swung a fist through the already weakened wall as his holster shook violently and the other three looked at the empty spaces where Dante's favorite weapons should be.
"Wow, looks like she wants ya D. No woman takes a man's weapons without expecting a chase." Brock taunted him.
"Oh she's gonna get it." He looked at his watch. "Bitch will have to wait till tomorrow though."
The men filed out of the room anxiously chatting about the crazy scene they had just witnessed, but one lingered behind for a fraction of a second longer than the rest. Tegan scanned the room his eyes resting on the pile of ash she had been feeding from. "It can't be." He whispered to the air.