So this is another shot at a Quint fanfiction, I've been asked to continue with Work Survive Repeat but I hate everything I write for it. So for all you Quint fans I've decided to start again with a new concept and a new character. This is just my first taster, please let me know what you think, I love hearing from you guys and hearing your ideas and constructive criticism, hope you enjoy!
The wind rippled the girls coat as she strolled down the alleyway, her milky white hands comfortably sat in her pockets, she whistled softly yet confidently as her black heeled boots clicked on the concrete. Normally pretty girls don't venture into alleys, as you never know what dangers lurk in the darkness, especially these days. Except Aurora Cole was one of the dangers lurking in the shadows. She was a vampire, not old by their standards, but she wasn't exactly young either, she had four hundred years under her belt, yet didn't look a day older than twenty five. Her long platinum locks whipped around her face as she ventured further down the alley, the moonlight bouncing off her almost silver hair and her porcelain skin. Her ice blue eyes narrowed their sights on something ahead. Movement, but only slight, her gut instincts told her it wasn't the rats, but it was vermin.
Aurora stopped in her tracks, her whistled tune coming to an abrupt end. Slowly she reached her delicate hand out of her trench pocket and slipped it inside her coat, reaching around to her lower back. A Beretta 92FS was concealed in the waistband of her black skinny jeans. Her hand laced around the pistols grip but she didn't draw, not yet.
"Nice tune," A silky voice spoke eerily from the shadows ahead. Aurora exhaled and planted her feet into the concrete, readying herself. A tall, lean man emerged from the black; he had auburn cropped curls and white skin. Aurora hadn't expected to find a Lycan in this city, the soon to be birthplace of the Lycan-Vampire cure. His menacing blue eyes lit up in the moonlight, Aurora instantly noticed one was slightly blemished, bloody.
"You're a long way from the coven," He hissed, one side of his lip curling up into a menacing smile. His eyeballs flooded with black as he bared his teeth. Aurora chose now as a good moment to pull her pistol on him. The man simply looked at it carelessly and tutted.
"Shouldn't have done that," He warned under his breath. The Lycan began to turn, fur sprouting from his limbs, his bones and muscles twisting and clicking beneath his skin, his clothes ripped from his body as fur swiftly replaced his pale skin. Aurora without hesitation whipped out the Beretta and began firing successive shots into the Lycan's chest. Aurora didn't have access to the superior silver nitrate bullets, but a well placed silver bullet will kill a Lycan, or at the very least stop the change. But in this case they didn't. Auroras eye's widened, the change only halted for mere moments, before the Lycan's body simply ejected the crippled bullets, spitting them out like discarded chewing gum. The bloody entry holes healed up instantly, as a vampire's would. Aurora began to back away, almost tripping up over her own feet as the Lycan's limbs elongated, growing and growing. She had come across bigger than average Lycan's before, but nothing on this scale. Sense kicked in and the girl bolted before he had fully transformed, darting down the alley. The main road was insight, all six lanes of it. Aurora knew she couldn't escape him in open ground; she didn't have enough bullets left to slow him down and make her escape. Not that the bullets did that much slowing anyway. Quickly! Think! She scolded herself. There. A backdoor, the Lycan would be too big to fit. Aurora heard the commotion behind her, dumpsters and abandoned furniture being flung and rattled as the monster swiftly approached. Shoulder first the vampire broke down the old wooden door, falling through the doorway and onto all fours; she crawled and scrambled for safety. The burglar alarm sounded off, a repetitive whirling and beeping, but that was the least of her worries.
Her efforts were thwarted when a large clawed hand grasped her leg, its razor claws ripping through her jeans and soft flesh as it dragged her along the ground back through the doorway. Twisting her body, the girl worked her way onto her back, and grasping the gun with both hands shot her last three bullets right between the Lycan's eyes. It might have been a little over-kill but Aurora knew that if three silver bullets to the brain didn't kill it, nothing would. The giant Lycan wailed, immediately releasing the vampires leg it dropped to the floor and brought it's claws up to it's face. Aurora scrambled backwards on her bum until she was at a safe distance within the building, at a glance it appeared to be a boutique of some kind. The Lycan suddenly stopped whining; instead it turning into a low growl as its hands dropped from its face and it began to regain its composure.
"Impossible," Aurora whispered, her heart beat furiously in her chest, she heard it's pulse in her ears like war drums. She checked her magazine, hoping she had miscounted the amount of shots she had let off, but she hadn't. Empty. The girl cursed herself for not coming more prepared. She hadn't expected to find a Lycan so close to Antigens head research centre, they were the one's finding a 'cure' for Lycans and Vampires on the governments behalf.
The Lycan reached his arm through the doorway, grasping for the girl, but she was too far away. Aurora smirked, backing away a few more steps, looking around to analyse her surroundings. She needed to find a way out, and fast. The Lycan caught on and began to reverse his change, the fur receding and his body shrinking. Aurora ran to the front of the boutique in search of an exit, throwing rails and boxes out of her way as she sprinted forward. When she reached the door and window what she saw sent a dark shiver over her. A metal shutter bolted and padlocked stood between her and her escape. She cursed under her breath and turned around to face what she knew had caught up with her.
No longer in Lycan form, the Lycan stared Aurora down from across the room. He stepped forward slowly. Despite being completely naked the man looked incredibly menacing, blood from his bullet wounds was smeared across his chest and face. Aurora pulled off her black trench coat, tossing it aside, revealing a black ribbed long sleeve t-shirt with a 'V' neck plunge. She wished she had chosen practicality over style now and had opted for her Kevlar vest, but alas she hadn't, and that choice could be the mistake that ends her life. Aurora took up a strong fighting stance, ready for the Lycan to make the first move, he was agitated, she thought she could maybe get him to make a mistake, injure him and manage an escape. She knew her chances were slim, even though death didn't scare her, she'd prefer to avoid it at all costs.
"Oh you want to play? Cute," The Lycan teased with a toothy grin, his black eyes staring deep into Auroras ice blue pools.
"What are you?" Aurora hissed, if this was going to be the end, she wanted to know exactly what it was that bested her, as she knew this was no mere Lycan.
"Invincible," He smirked triumphantly, he was going to kill her, and he was going to enjoy it. It had been a long time since he had killed a vampire; his father just had him getting rid of mundane humans that couldn't wind their neck in. They were easy, a bore, but this girl, she was a challenge. A beautiful challenge.