Now we skip ahead about three years, nothing important happens. I have killed, and I understand why. It doesn't make it easy, or enjoyable, but I do it. I have gone after vampires, and I have gone after humans who have done crimes so horrible, I don't even want to comprehend what they have done. I do this so they can live again, and live a better life, be better people.
Anyway, three years after Iv4n got me off the streets, I was sent to Arkham, a small island city. Strange things happened in Arkham, specifically when you left: you wouldn't remember a thing that happened in Arkham. I was supposed to kill this guy who was into drugs, prostitution, mob connections, you name it, oh and by the way, if the rest hadn't made him cuddely enough, he was also a vampire. This guy was scum, and I had to kill him.
I followed him for a few nights, got his habits down, and I had a habit of my own: mark my target with an omega. Iv4n called it my calling card; I called it a bad habit. I got him as he got out of his car, he had turned to look at the top of the building I was on, just like I knew he would (ok, so it was a 75 chance that he would look up, based off of my observations) and the rest is history, a round right between the running lights, and he was down. I hope he lives a better life next time, keeps his blood to himself, or we'll see him again.
Back to the point, that guy I killed, well the next day I get an angry phone call from Iv4n, he demanded to know why I hadn't killed the guy yet. I told him it was done yesterday, he could review the tapes if he wanted. He sent a video to my phone, so I watched it. "No way, I got him last night, there is no way he is still alive, or dead, or what ever you would call it. I saw him puff into dust, and I scattered it."
"Well, he is still alive and moving. That video is from a bank, now do you want him to empty out his bank account?"
"Honestly I don't care. I did my job."
"Yeah, but don't you want a little more?"
"Fine, whatever, I'll go see what's going on."
I had agreed just to shut him up. I got on my bike and headed down to the bank. When I got there, I saw an older gentleman and to my defense, he looked like the guy from the back. So I approached him, and made contact. I proved useless, except that he kept talking about pennies and revenge. I kept looking and found the guy, he was talking with a Russian woman, so I casually asked her if she know what he was doing with her cat, in Russian of course. I had picked up Russian from Iv4n, and other sources. Anyway, she gave me a strange look, and walked off, I can't imagine why. I couldn't gete him to talk to me, and I was getting desperate. So I did the only thing I thought to do, I pulled the fire alarm and got out of there.
I had noticed one thing about the guy that was very different: he had brilliant green eyes. I followed him out of the bank, and down the street towards the mall. I followed him under the mall into the bazaar below, and lost him. But I did see someone in the same bad suit, so I followed him to ask where he got the suit. He stopped at a noodle stand, and I saw my opportunity. Now I'm good looking, and I know this, and I use this shamelessly. I sit next to the guy and begin with the casual flirting, and this guy had brilliant green eyes too. I was laying it on thick, I know, but I got the information I wanted, and it wasn't really what I needed. He brushes me off, and my pride is bruised a little, any girl knows what I'm talking about, the feeling you get after getting rejected. So I wander off. Next thing I know, the guy taps me on the shoulder, and asks for my number, strange thing is he's writing in his little notebook before I even give him a number. I told him that I only had a work number, is there a number he could give me instead? Next thing I know, the guy spit green fire at me and disappeared. I stumbled back in surprise, and of course everyone stared at me.
I asked Iv4n if he saw this, and got an image of it, he said yeah, and that he got pictures of all the young women of the description he was given, and some perverted comment about how cold it was. I didn't hear all of it because I cut him off and headed back to the room I was staying in, it was time to move somewhere else.
