All Hallows Eve, All around the square, there was dancing and festivities. People in masks, disguised as monsters. The full harvest moon shone down on the many merrymakers. But a certain figure appeared to be enjoying the shadows. In the opening to an alley, in the shadow of a courthouse, it stood. Eyeing the wanted descriptions it was, dirty brown hat tipped to hide a face. Along with a high collared trench coat, the figure was visibly wear a pair of dusty black boots clasped up the side with silver buckles, a bit small for a mans shoes, and a scarlet kerchief hiding identity. Dark silky hair fell from under the hat, at about the shoulders, pin straight. A gloved hand reached up and retrieved one particular poster, a drawing of the great Van Helsing. Another hand pulled several other rolled posters out of its jacket. All similar drawings and all wanted dead or alive. They were from all over Europe and several other places. The figure shook its head in disgust. It put the posters back, along with the new one, and took down the poster of Elisabeth Stuart, a murderous woman who supposedly ate the bones of children and much more gruesome deeds. Her husband offered a handsome sum for the gossip to be put to rest, and the return of the witch's amulet she supposedly wore, to be destroyed. The figure lifted a small vial and toasted the poster; a feminine voice whispering aloud "Let God have mercy on your soul…" But she didn't drink from the flask. She removed a glove, and dipped the holy water on her fingertip and made the cross on her chest. After this she replaced her glove and vial in their places, she turned on her heel and headed through the square. The round green and yellow, flecked eyes sparkled in delight as she headed through the crowded streets. She used the deserted side streets to get to the poor side of town, to the deserted schoolhouse. It was to be torn down soon, but to one it still seemed of some use. This was where she had tracked the woman, the creature of night, as she had become. The woman removed her kerchief. Pale skin, lightly freckled and crimson lips were scattered with dancing shadows from the flickering gas street lamps. A small nose slightly crooked from a past break, cheeks rosy from the piercing cold.  She opened the door, a creaking sound erupting from the hinges. Obviously, this door was unused by her prey. She opened the door completely, and stepped in. Her heavy boots made a loud clunking sound on the old, squeaky floorboards. The dark shadow hunched over, towards the back of the room, lifted its head. The shoddy description somehow matched the hideous face. Elisabeth smiled eerily, "How may I help you?" She asked.  Her voice was as light as air, but held a darker side, an unnatural side. The unknown woman sighed; this was such a stupid question. "I'm a bounty hunter," She grinned cheekily "and you could help me by quietly letting me kill you…" Elisabeth smiled along, nodding her head. "I don't believe I can do that…"She twirled her amulet in her fingers. "I know my husband wants the amulet, but you're not gonna get it…"it was her turn to grin cheekily. "So? Are you the one who has been following me these past weeks?" Elisabeth eyed the bounty hunter as she performed a slight bow. "What's your name?" Elisabeth asked. "Katrina Decova…" the bounty hunter bowed her head, her hands sliding to the double pistols at her sides. "Ahhh…Then let me introduce you to my little friends…"Elisabeth raised her arms, and up from the shadows arose a host of the undead. "Friends, I give you Katrina Decova!" Katrina raised her eyes, just her eyes …and smiled.