Eric Delatrez had spent half of the past year hunting the most nefarious and intelligent lycan ever known. They had no name for it, making the process even more difficult, but they did have his odd hair and fur color. According to intelligence, the lycan they hunted had white hair and fur as well as blue eyes. These were very distinguishing features, and so far they had not heard of any other bearing such markings. Indeed, Eric had managed to catch sight of the beast once before. He had even managed to fire off a shot, though he had missed badly, for the lycan was a quick one as much as he was unique. After many months of hunting, Eric had managed to track the monster here, to Jump City. Unfortunately, from what he had heard, looking for something that would normally be odd in another city was like looking for a needle in a haystack here. There were so many masked heroes and villains, giant mutated monsters, and even once a dragon, that asking for an odd-looking man with white hair was likely to get you laughed at.
No one even gave him a second glance as he walked down the street, dressed in his long black trench coat, the tails of it flowing out behind him as he walked swiftly down the street, his thick black leather boots echoing loudly against the concrete. Even his belt, covered in more throwing weapons than most were aware of existing, drew no attention. Not even the long sword in its scabbard on that same belt drew any eyes to it, so much more clearly visible. Though they were not often within sight, he though surely someone must be able to see the twin Colt .45's in the holsters on his back, duly named Fire and Ice for the colors he had painted them. His unnaturally pale skin seemed to glow under the light of the half moon above the skyscrapers, making him seem angelic. Indeed, his electric blue orbs caught sight of no fear or even concern, people traversing the streets and politely steering clear of his path as though he were not visible to him.
At length he stopped to rest upon a metal bench and placed his chin in his gloved hands, bowing his head a bit so as to allow his long black hair to form a curtain to conceal the world from his sharp eyes. He had to think carefully now, and use every resource available to him. Never before had it been so difficult to track his prey. Perhaps if he were a pureblood instead of a pathetic meta-vampire his senses would be sharp enough to pick up the foul beast's scent from all of those crowding the streets. Maybe his eyes could pick out that splotch of white amidst all the brown and blond and red. However, he was what he was, and he was a disgrace. He had been sent on this mission by the Blood Council in hopes that it would be the end of him, for no vampire had faced the white lycan and lived to tell about it. He huffed, determination empowering him once more. He'd show them. He'd show them that meta-vampires were superior or he would die in the attempt.
At this point he stood and tossed his head, sending his hair cascading over his shoulders and down his back. He clenched his gloved hands into fists and snarled low in his throat, fiery passion blazing in his normally cold blue eyes. "I'll show you all." He said softly, his voice little more than a whisper, though this was almost his normal tone, being a very soft-spoken man. Eric placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, then looked up to the moon and swore an oath in his mind to kill the White Lycan or die. It was the moment in which his eyes trailed down from the moon that he caught sight of an odd structure. An enormous tower in the shape of a T. How ridiculous that such a structure should not fall one way or the other. Must have been quite an architect to achieve such balance, he mused.He decided that he would very much like a closer look at this building, but was disappointed that it was on a small island.
After searching about for nearly a half hour on the shore of the bay he found a boat rental place and knocked on the door, intending to be honorable and secure a boat by payment. However, he got no response from within, and realized that most people didn't try to rent a boat in the middle of the night. With a heavy sigh he stepped back from the door, then took one step forward with his left foot and brought his right one crashing down on the door. The wood was old and not very sturdy to begin with, so it splintered apart quite easily. Eric's spirits fell as he cast his bright blue eyes about and saw nothing in the boathouse but pathetic, weather-worn little rowboats. Wondering how many of them had leaks plugged by temporary means, he hefted one of them up on his shoulder as though it weighed no more than a sand bag, only its size making the act an effort. Still, he had super-natural balance on his side and was able to maneuver it out the door and into the water because of this.
Eric walked back into the boathouse, then returned a short time later with a pair of oars and set them in his boat. Almost as an afterthought, he walked back into the boathouse and looked for a sign quoting rental prices. He found it quickly enough, though he wished he hadn't. Fifteen dollars an hour!? You must be joking! With a grimace Eric pulled a wad of bills from his right front pocket and slammed them down onto the counter in front of the cash register, cracking the oak serving counter. Cursing under his breath about shoddy business men and shoddier establishments, he stormed out and got into his boat, his good humor now spoiled by the noted lack of money in his pocket. Later, when the boat failed to be returned, the boathouse owner would find that the wad of bills on his ruined counter amounted to nearly one thousand dollars, pulling him out of the debt that was just then threatening to push him into the hole full of red ink that was ruined credit.
As it happened, Eric had a soft spot for mankind, despite all of their flaws. It was partly because of this that his own kind had dubbed him official lycan hunter for the vampire race. They pretended to his face that he was their champion in dark times, but in truth they mocked him and patiently waited for the next lycan to be his last. Eric knew this for certain from several hushed conversations he had listened in on from around corners and within deep shadows. Brooding over these thoughts, but still curious about what sort of people could feel safe living in so unstable a structure; he began to row out into the bay and toward the T-Tower. The black waters lapped hungrily at the sides of his boat and the moon seemed to laugh down at him as he rowed on toward a fated meeting with the heroes of Jump City. Little did any of them know that this would begin a partnership between them that would last for years to come.
A/N: So, what do you think people? Please review and if you have pointers or ideas, feel free to toss them out there. I'm always open to suggestions, and even constructive criticism.