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At the bar sat a woman sipping from a tall glass of wine. Even in the low lighting of the club her bright blue hair stood out amongst the sea of black. She was dressed like everyone else, tight clothes high boots, and bright red lips. Her hair made her stand out, but her beauty, even hidden under heavy make-up, was what made eyes return to her. She, however, paid no attention, her eyes kept glancing over to the other end of the bar. A woman with bright red hair sat with a dark haired man.
The red haired woman had kept her attention on this particular man longer than the others who had crossed her path that night. Most she had turned away, or made the two men who stood on either side of her, scare them away with a glared. However this man was holding her attention. She kept batting her eyes and smiling, touching his arm, and whispering softly into his ear. The woman with the blue hair adverted her eyes, they had lingered too long and now one of the large men was holding his gaze on her.
The woman with the blue hair turned away from the group and angled herself towards the dancefloor. In the mirror far across the way she tried to keep them in sight. The red haired woman and the dark haired man had their faces pressed close to each other. She pulled away and whispered something in his ear, he nodded with a drunken smile on his face. The woman slipped past her two friends and led the dark haired man into a black corner, light shone through a doorway and the couple disappeared into a back hallway.
The blue haired woman turned back around and searched the bar. Another woman with a long green wig on was leaning against the bar flirting with a tall surfer. The blue haired woman let out a low whistle and the girl with the wig glanced at her then back to the surfer. She smiled at him then pulled away and joined her friend.
"Sorry to pull you away."
The woman with the wig glared at her, "Ready?"
"We need to distract those two." The two men had remained at the bar, but their eyes kept flitting over to the door where the couple had disappeared.
"Don't worry," she pulled on her wig discreetly adjusting it. "Give her a minute."
There was a crash and a scream. Across the room a scuffle broke out, another woman screamed, and the two men were distracted. In that moment both women slipped past them and through the door in the corner.
The hallway was lit by blue lights, and the music was muffled. The floor was covered in dark stains and was sticky from spilled drinks. The stench of body odor, vomit, and sex was heavy, but underneath that there was another smell, one that had a distinct copper tinge.
The woman in the wig, pressed her hand against the wall and closed her eyes. "Third one down." She pulled a gun out of the holster hidden on her thigh, from one of her high boots she pulled a long thin piece of metal, the tip was sharpened like an ice pick.
"You have the new bullets?" asked the blue haired woman.
"Of course."
They leaned on either side of the door, paused for a moment then nodded at each other. The woman with the wig kicked in the door and entered her weapon pointed inside.
The dark haired man was sprawled on the bed, his shirt torn open and a large gash wound on the left side of his neck. The woman with red hair was leaning over him, she looked up at the two intruders. Her eyes were black, her mouth was smeared with red blood, and two long fangs protruded from her upper gums.
The blue haired woman fired once and hit the woman in the shoulder. She flew back and hit the bed. The woman with the wig pulled the man from the bed and onto the floor. She pressed her fingers to the right side of his neck and waited for a pulse.
"He's gone. She finished him." She stood and pointed her weapon at the woman on the bed, who had begun to push herself back up.
The red haired woman clutched her arm and spat at the two woman. "Hunters."
"Isabella Van Court," the woman with the blue hair pointed her weapon at the red head.
"You two must be suicidal attacking a member of the Royal Family," Isabella growled a them.
"Technically you aren't a member of the royal family. Not directly anyways."
"I am the niece of Kreon Ambrose, King of the Vampire Clan!"
"You are a Van Court, which means that you're an offshoot of the main branch of the family, less important than the others. But we didn't come here to discuss your genealogy, we want to know where Endymion Ambrose is hiding."
Isabella chucked, "You're both idiots, Endymion isn't hiding he has no reason to hide." She smirked, "
"Good to know, tell us where he is and I'll kill you quick," said the woman with the wig.
"Whatever your plan is it won't work, Endymion is too smart."
The woman glanced at each other, the woman in the wig looked back at Isabella. "Well I'm sure-"
Before she finished Isabelle jumped at her. There was a series of loud pops. Isabella was fell back onto the bed, her porcelain skin riddled with bullet holes. The woman with the wig had backed up during the fray and was now leaning against the wall.
"Momiji," the woman with the blue hair called to her partner. "Momiji!"
Momiji didn't move, she just stared at the body on the bed. It took only a heartbeat for the blue haired woman to grab the long metal stake from her partner. She went to the bed, raised the stake above her head and plunged it down through Isabella's heart pinning her to the bed. The body jerked once and then was still.
The blue haired woman tore a piece of cloth from the bed and wiped the handle of the stake clean. "Come on we need to get out of here," she said. She turned to her partner, who was composing herself. "There's a back entrance, Hermione is coming." She opened the closet, a wall of various alcohols stood before her, she grabbed two bottles and opened them. Pouring the contents onto the bed and over Isabella's body she glanced at Momiji, who was taking deep breaths near the door. "Ready."
Momiji nodded once then pushed open the door she looked down the hallway. "It's clear the two goons are still busy."
"Good," the blue haired woman backed out of the room. She held up the piece of cloth in her hand. For a moment she stared at it, until it ignited with a burst of blue flame. She threw the burning cloth onto the bed, where it caught and with the help of the alcohol quickly engulfed the bed.
Turing in the opposite direction of where they had come they disappeared through a door that led to a flight of steps.
The two women waited on the curb a few blocks from the club. A firetruck and three police cars speed past them and turned at the corner. After a few seconds later an old black Cadillac dove up in front of them with a single female driver. The two women climbed in and the car pulled away from the curb.
"Where have you been?" asked Momiji.
"Ditching the two bodyguards, they made me and then chased me a couple blocks. Thankfully the fire caught their attention and they let me go," said Hermione.
Momiji watched as another fire truck raced past them. She pulled off the green wig and threw it into the back seat next to her partner. She ran her hands through her long chestnut brown hair trying to untangle several of the knots.
In the back the woman with the blue hair had removed her tight shirt and replaced it with a looser fitting one. The boots and skirt had already been replaced with a pair of comfortable yoga pants and tennis shoes.
Momiji glared at her, "I'm assuming we aren't going out to celebrate then?"
"No, Blake wants us back ASAP for a debrief."
"Damn it, I'm not writing any reports tonight. Got that Serena!" Momiji said to the woman in the backseat.
Serena glared back and tied up her hair, "You have to take that up with Blake and Sarah they're the ones who decided that typing reports was the best use of our time."
"Stupidest fucking decision."
"Stop complaining," Hermione said turning onto the main interstate heading East towards the San Bernardino Mountains.
Heavy rain beat against the dark tinted windows. A tall man with dark hair and eyes the color of deep sapphires stared out the bustling city. Despite the late hour the city was still active and pulsing with life.
On the desk behind him were scattered papers, several blurry black and white pictures, and open folders, an alert on his laptop was blinking to inform him of new messages, but he ignored it.
A shrill ringing came from the phone on his desk. He ignored it at first until it rang again. He sighed then picked up the phone and said a curt, "Hello".
"Darien, its Jadeite. We just got a call from Zoicite, he said the Hunters struck again" he told Darien.
"Where?" Darien asked.
"L.A., it was a front for the Van Courts. Apparently they set it on fire," Jadeite told him.
"What is the damage?"
"We don't know yet, our people are on the scene, a few bodies, injuries, the building has been gutted. We should know more after everything is processed."
"Keep me informed," Darien was about to hang up and Jadeite called out. "Yes?"
"There's one more thing, Isabella is missing, Zoicite said spoke to her two bodyguards, she was in the club with them and they haven't seen her since before the fire. She may have been inside."
"Have you informed anyone else?"
"Only Kusanagi, he told us to hold them and keep them from speaking to anyone."
"Tell Zoicite to debrief with them, but keep them in holding I don't want it getting out the Isabella Van Court may have been murdered under her own roof. Tell Kusanagi we'll be on the next flight and I want a full assessment to review by the time we land."
"Understood I'll meet you at the airport," Jadeite said then he hung up the phone.
Darien put the phone back down and walked to the bar opposite his desk. Pulling a large decanter from the cabinet he poured himself a large whisky that had a distinct tint of red and tinge of copper.
"Damn Hunters."