BloodRayne....
Spike....
maybe Scooby gang I don know....
I know, I know OOoooo... Rayne and Spike... What on earth am I thinking!!!!???? well I was bored and I was listening to Evanessance Bring me to life and I was thinking 'vampire' and then I was thinking 'vampire in love' then kinda 'vamp in love wit vamp?' and I was gonna make it Rayne and that Castlevania dude but *I LIKE SPIKE!!!* :p
This is the intro....
Rayne walked through the dark alley. She pulled her cloak tighter around herself as she heard a can being tossed against the building to her right.
She watched as it bounced along the ground and landed in front of a tough looking man standing in front of a large door. He was tall and clad from head to toe in black leather.
"You the one McClarly sent," he swaggered forward, looking her up and down. "I wouldn't think him a man to send a girl." He trailed his hand along her cheek, "you wanna stick around before you deliver the stuff? We could have some fun," he smiled as he walked around her and slapped her ass.
Rayne smiled and brought her hand around slicing his off with a long blade. "If it's all the same to you, I'll just take the 'stuff' and leave." He looked down in shock and began to scream. She leaped on him, falling to the ground, and covering his mouth with her hand. "Quiet darling, what will the neighbors think," and with that she dug her teeth into his neck and began to drain the life from his body.
A few moments later Rayne stood looking down at the body. "I hope it was as good for you as it was for me," she wipes her mouth and walks toward the door he was guarding.
Placing her hand on the knob and leaning forward to listen, she could hear faint noises from the other side of the door.
"You think John's met the contact yet?" "I'm not sure, heehee, maybe he's whackin off in the dark. haahaaa" The two men laughed and Rayne took the opportunity to twist the knob and slip into the room. She left the door open as she snuck along the wall.
The room was filled with crates, but one was special. In the center of the table, where to two men sat, was a small crate in which the 'stuff' was kept. Rayne looked around the area, she was curious as to why there would only be two men and one thug guarding the crate.
Rayne brought her hood over her face and walked around the crates toward the men, "McClarly wanted me to pick something up for him." A smile crossed her shadowed face as she approached the men.
One stood and looked at her grabbing a gun lying on the table. "You don't look like one of his guys..." She looked at the other man and noticed the crate move.
"It's still alive?!" Rayne looked from the two men.
The second man grabbed the crate and held it down as the creature inside began to fail wildly. The man with the gun aimed it at her head. "If Clarly sent ya then you woulda know he wanted it alive! What are you doin her!?" His gun wavered a bit, "What'd you do with John?!"
Rayne leaped toward the man, he moved just enough to get out of the way, but she took the gun as he slid along the ground. "You're a fast one girl, but you're gonna pay for messing with Clarly's business."
She stiffened a bit as a sent crept through the air, "Ahh, now I know why only three men were here." She stood and walked around to the second man, as the first crouched and smirked, the creature in the crate's movements began to turn more frantic as the odor reached it.
She looked at the man as he searched the table for his gun, his eyes never leaving hers. She raised her gun and shot him between the eyes, his body fell, and the crate bounced off the crate onto the floor.
"Now it's just you and me?" She smiled as her cloak dropped to the floor, "Don't worry I'm good at this..."
He snarled as he leaped toward her. She tossed her hand toward him, a chain emerging, burying itself into his chest. Rayne tugged, kicking him in the face, as he was pulled to her.
She plants one of her blades in the ground beside his head, cocking hers as she looks at him. "Mmmm...," she licked his cheek, "It would have been fun meeting you under different circumstances."
He shakes his head, regaining his senses from the kick, and grabs Rayne's arms. "It can still be fun." He pulls her down, giving her a hard kiss. The crate bounces around as the creature reacts to the sent again.
She bites his tongue and spits when he recoils. She twists an arm out of his grasp and stabs him in the side with her blade. "Aw, bloody hell!" He howls in pain as she's tossed from him.
"Aw, honey. Was I too rough for you," Rayne stands, recoiling her chain. She leans down and grabs the crate, "maybe we'll meet again." She smirks slamming her hand through the wood, grabbing the creature by the scuff, and pulling it out.
"I sure hope you're worth my effort," Rayne tosses the box toward the man holding his mouth. He stands and races toward her as she leaps over him, running toward the exit.
He snarls, bleeding as he watches her. His hand holding the wound in his side, "you can be sure we'll meet again, love." he smiles.
To be continued.....