Phyonix Night
By:Lynn Osburn
Chapter One: And All I Loved, I Loved Alone
Phyonix looked out at the town. Another bunch of drifters had just wandered in under the cover of night. Stupid simple-minded town folk. Never enough smarts to realize when they were being tricked. She didn't care much about the town's people specifically, but a job was a job.
Soon after the drifters wandered in, people started disappearing. Then the howls came, then the lights from the dead manor on the hill. Didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on.
She kneed the horse and started going downhill. Still a few hours till sundown, enough time to get a little information, set up the deal, and take her price. She'd never failed a job before. It was a mark of pride, sort of.
As always, the people looked at her strangely. She was pale by nature anyhow, being a Dunpeal didn't help. Her moon painted skin attracted what was often unwanted attention. Not to mention the occasion jack-ass who mistook her for a full vampire, not that she was too far off that mark.
A child ran across the street after a ball and froze in front of her horse. She stared up with bright blue eyes and her face full of fright. Children were all like that. Afraid, tempted, scared, and impressed. She watched for a moment and then backed away. "I wish to see the council."
The child looked on for a moment longer, and then rushed off down the street, taking shelter in an old building which had possibly been a saloon at one time. It only took a few moments. A man emerged from where the child had gone in. Dressed in fine silks torn and tattered from years of wear. Nobody could afford expensive clothing anymore. Nobody except the vampires, and the Hunters.
"You are the Hunter?" he asked with an odd accent to his tongue. The peppery hair shifted in the mild desert breeze as his wrinkles cast shadows across his finely featured face. He'd been a handsome man when he was younger.
Phyonix nodded. "You offer said any price." She watched the old man with amber eyes. "I may take you at your word?" It was a question. If the man stuttered or complained.if excuses were made she would turn into the desert.
His face didn't so much as twitch. "Yes. Any price. I stand by my offer."
"There are to be no questions asked. You know the possibility." Phyo again watched for a reaction. None.
"I understand." He raised his tanned head to look at her face. "You are not completely human." There was no question in the voice. Once again her pale features gave her away. She barely moved her head in a nod. "Getting to be more and more of that now-a-days."
Phyonix dipped her head, the sun was starting to effect her. "We shall speak more tonight. I'll need to know the victem's names and relations. I want to know who it is I'm dealing with here."
"It's a vampire.duh! Sheesh, some Hunter!"
Phyonix barely acknowledged the comment made by a sullen looking youth leaning against a fence post. She recognized him automatically anyhow. No one else's voice annoyed her like that anyhow. "Javers." She mentioned his name coldly.
Javers stepped out from the post. "Nice to see you too Phyo. It's been a long time." He smiled, a crooked, broken toothed grin that made her want to snap his neck. "I'm shocked to find you around here. Especially when I've already taken the job myself."
"The position is open to anyone who offers." The councilman said as he stepped out behind Javers. "And we will pay the price to whomever brings us the heads of those basterds!"
"What about my husband!" A woman screamed. "Bring my husband back to me! I don't care if he's dead or alive or worse but please bring him back!"
"Don't be a fool you old hag!" Javers hollered mockingly. "Your husbands already on a licks meat hook."
She moved.
Javers froze as the knife toyed around his neck. "Mocking a woman's heart is low, even for you Javers." Phyo breathed gently on his neck. The other Hunter had always been afraid of her, and she'd always use it against him. "Appologise."
Javers stammered. "You wouldn't dare."the knife cut deeper. "My sincere apologies mam'.." he said and the knife suddenly left his neck. Phyonix sat on her horse, never having moved so much as a hair. Jevers sneered and muttered old hag once again under his breath.
She moved her arm and Javers yelped. The blood dripped from his cheek. "Do not mock." She whispered and turned to the old man who had first spoken to her. "Gather your council, we shall set the terms tonight." She walked directly to the inn and disappeared into the doors.
Javers growled and took out his gun. "Lousy Dunpeal bitch."he murrured and headed after her.
The old man stepped in front of him. "Leave her be. She is the guest of our town.as are you."
Javers grimaced but holstered his gun. It wouldn't do to have her ruin this now. Besides, she'd never be allowed to stay in the town, not after she named her price.
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Phyonix removed her hat, allowing the mass of blood red hair to fall from underneath and to her knees. She'd never cut the stuff, and it never got in her way. Besides, when you can barely see yourself in the mirror, it doesn't much matter how you look. She closed the shades over the windows and sighed. Another day disappearing.
'And of all the places, Garousha.'
Garousha wasn't know for it's appreciation of Dunpeal's. Even after the infamous D had come through, the fondness for her half breed kind had only improved marginally. At least no one would try and shoot her for buying a damn horse. She fingered her long ears and touched her cheek. Such is life as a loner.
Phyonix began to undress. Thankfully she had always done well as a Hunter, even with the reputation of a Dunpeal following her. Her sword was pure titanium, designed with old runes for protection. Her guns were equipped with phyro charges so as to incenerate anything she came across. Section by section she removed her lightweight black armor. First the shoulder pads followed by her arm braces and the gloves. Then her shin guard and her knee armor, as well as her foot protection and brown leather boots.
After the armor came her midnight blue uniform. Skin tight and made specifically to her frame. A few pockets here and there to store an item or two, then her shoulder straps and whip.
Phyonix looked at the bare remains of her reflection in the mirror. By human standerd she was beautiful. Perhaps it was a vain thought. Her body was as moon painted as her face, long and willowy with no lines or wrinkles. Her calfs looked a little weak, but they really weren't. Her hips hung low and solid and her waist was flat and smooth. Phyonix had to close her eyes for a moment and think to allow herself to remember the rest. Shapely breasts and long arms. Sharp nails like a cats and a swan-like neck. Aristocratic features with high cheek bones and smooth amber eyes. And then of course her hair. The blood red hair that she'd inherited from her mother.
Down bellow on the streets she could hear the council starting to gather. They were confused about her presence here. She always made the humans twitchy. It was a reaction she was well used to. Phyonix opened the curtain a little to watch them. It was almost sun down. Even from here she could smell the blood in their veins. It would be nothing to take it from them.
The thought was banished as soon as it entered her mind. She never took without permission. Odd as that sounded, it had not failed her yet.
'Too bad not all vampires have that option. Too bad that vampires have no choice.'
She closed the curtain and walked over to the bathroom. The tub wasn't as large as she'd have liked it, but it would do. Like all Dunpeal's she was adamant about keeping clean. She ran the water till it was warmed to her liking and then sank into it, washing the sweat from her body. Thankfully, plagues such as body hair didn't effect her kind, nor did the monthly blood flow of women.
Clean now, Phyonix stepped from the tub and walked over to her clothing, a sharp whistle caught her attention. "You have no manners what- so-ever do you Jarves?"
"What good are manners in a life like this?" He asked an walked in. "I should think you'd feel complimented, after all, how often does your kind get a compliment?"
"More often then you'd think." She turned and walked towards him. "Now exit my room." She let her top lip curl ever so slightly so as to revel the slightest trace of fangs. It was a warning, and Jarves didn't have the intelligence to figure that out.
"Now come on Phyo."
"Phyonix."
"Yeah whatever. Be honest."
Phyonix let herself sigh. "Be honest about what?"
"How long has it been?"
If it had been anyone else but her this question could have been termed as sexual. "Three months. Not that long."
"You've gone longer?"
"I've gone longer." She admitted, regretting that he'd ever found out. "And how long before you tell them?"
"Now Phyo."
"Phyonix."
"Yeah sure. What would make you think I'd pull a low trick like that?" He grinned and touched her arm. "You know I care about you."
"Don't bull shit Javers." She warned. "Do I attract you because I'm beautiful, or because I'm forbidden?" she watched his face twitch slightly. "Or is it your hoping I'll bite you in the middle and make you a vampire?"
Javers sneer-smiled. "See you later Phyo."he caught the deadly look on her face. "Phyonix." He said and closed the door.
Phyonix shook her head and locked the latch behind him. She'd known Javers since long ago, and the only comfort his presence gave was the fact that she'd outlive him. She lit a candle and sat patiently. It wasn't quite time yet, let them discuss their thoughts about her and contemplate if she was worth the fee.
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The council lisened to Javes. "You must be jokeing!" The old man said.
Javes snickered. They never belived him at first, it always took till she asked for the price herself. "Well now be reasonable old man. She is a Dunpeal, which means that one side of her yearns for our life's fluids." He used his hands to interpret. He was a champion actor, trained back when his father still thought he was useful. "I tell you it's true. Phyonix is a menace, shell take and take just like the basterd that stole your comrades."
The council whispered to one another, considering his statement. For one thing, Javers had chosen to make this statement in front of the entire town. They could not ignore it, not with everyone listening and watching. At the very least they had to make it look as though they were considering his words.
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The wind picked up outside, rattling against the windows and knocking the tree branches against the pains. A lone howl washed over the sands as shadows passed across the moon. Some on four feet, some on two, some merely hunched over. The yellow eyes reflected against the torch lights as they rushed towards the unprepared town.
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The doors to the council hall flew open as Phyonix entered. Her long hair waved in the wind and framed her pale face and acting as a cape. The people of the town turned to see her as she walked down the isles. She was aware of their fearful stares and of the pleased smile on Javers face. She could have smiled. It was only a matter of time.
The head councilman stood and addressed her. "Madame Phyonix, we are pleased to have you in our town." He stammered this man. There was no confidence in his own opinion.
'The shell of politics.' Phyonix noted and nodded politely at the council.
"Lady Phyonix, this fellow, Hunter Javers, has accused you of a rather. hypocritical act."
Her face showed a pinch of amusement. "Has he now?" she looked at Javers with those rich amber eyes. They shifted slightly, the rim around her pupil glowling red. "And what has he accused me of?"
The councilmen shifted in their seats, unused to being made so uncomfortable by a woman. "He says that you.drink.your payment."
To their surprise the Dunpeal nodded. "I do."
The councilman looked stunned. "I-I- am afraid I do not understand."
"It is simple. I ask for little in the amount of gold, and make up for that with blood. Half of my fee paid before the mission, half afterwards." She spoke in low tones with no mistake about her sincerity. "One donor before the job, and half my requested price, then the same after I have finished."
Voices broke out in rancor. "We can't do that! We may as well let those licks keep our comrades!"
Phyonix turned "Is one person really so much to ask in replacement of so many?" She raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps your friends hold no value for you?" She waited till the speaker sat back down. "Allow me to prove the worth of my proposition." She halted as a howl rang down through the streets.
A few fainting screams and a crash when someone knocked over a candelabra. Javers drew his gun and silver knife. "What the Hell.?"
"They know we're here." Phyonix said grimly and walked out into the street. She could see the shadows of the were-wolfs coming closer. The fire for the lamps flickered out, leaving all that lay before them a dark blank. The yellow eyes came closer and Phyonix drew her titanium sword. "Ready?" she asked Javers.
Javers didn't flinch. If there was one good credit to give him it was that he didn't flinch. "On it Phyo."
"Phyonix."
"Whatever."
They came. The huge furred bodies launching themselves at the two. Phyonix slashed her sword once, then twice, taking a were-wolf and throwing it to the wall. The blood flowed and spilled onto the street. Phyonix turned and faced another. It snarled, red eyes glowing as it threw it's body onto hers.
Phonix grunted as the weight clashed against her. The furry mass made it difficult for her to grapple as she sank her claws against the thick muscles. Raising her sword high, she brought it down against the spine, crushing the monsters backbone under her blow. The beast howled in agony and rolled off her. She again raised her blade high and brought it down, straight through the beasts head.
Javers gave a screech as one of them threw him up against the doors of the council hall. He fired twice before the damn thing rolled over and he sawed off the head with his silver knife. "Hey Phyo! You holding out okay? "He said as he plundged his knife into another werewolf.
"Phyonix."she corrected and sliced the blade of her sword through the heart of one of the beasts.
"Yeah sure." A heavy body landed on the Hunter and he spun to thrust his knife in hard. The blood spilled over his clothing and he frowned. "Damn Hunter dry cleaning bills are always high."
They came downhill with numbers to spare. Phyonix set her face in a mocking frown and waved her finger at the one in the lead. He charged at her and knocked her to the hard blocks of the city streets. She grunted and pushed her gun up against the huge mouth in it's stomach, firing and covering her eyes as the smell of burnt fur hit the air. It reared back and howled again, reaching for her with blackened claws.
Phyonix jumped back and pushed herself off the wall with one foot. She flipped back off and sliced into the shoulder blade, taking her sword and slicing through all vital organ. She gently readjusted her hair as the charred and dead were-wolf fell. She cleaned her blade against the grass just as Javers fired a last shot, ridding them of the last were creature.
The doors to the council chambers opened and the some of the people stepped out. "Out of my way! One side! Coming through!" The councilman yelled as he pushed pasted to see the strewn about corps of the things. "My God."
"This work was free. But the Vampires will not be." Phyonix said softly. She once again cleaned her sword on the grass and sheathed it. "My price still stand, pay it, or I leave."
"Hey now what about me?" Javers struck up his own discord. "I'll be damned if I didn't do a fine ass job on these weres!" he gestured towards his handy work.
The councilman looked back. "We can only afford one." he considered. "Phyonix, how much 'money' do you ask?"
"Nine million. Plus the requested donor." She wanted to make sure that these people knew what she was asking before they simply agreed.
"Agreed. When will you start for the castle?"
"Tomorrow morning. After I've slept.and fed." She swept past the others and went towards the inn. "Chose who you will, but send them quickly." She looked into the night sky. The stars were beautiful with no obstructions.
Chapter One: And All I Loved, I Loved Alone
Phyonix looked out at the town. Another bunch of drifters had just wandered in under the cover of night. Stupid simple-minded town folk. Never enough smarts to realize when they were being tricked. She didn't care much about the town's people specifically, but a job was a job.
Soon after the drifters wandered in, people started disappearing. Then the howls came, then the lights from the dead manor on the hill. Didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on.
She kneed the horse and started going downhill. Still a few hours till sundown, enough time to get a little information, set up the deal, and take her price. She'd never failed a job before. It was a mark of pride, sort of.
As always, the people looked at her strangely. She was pale by nature anyhow, being a Dunpeal didn't help. Her moon painted skin attracted what was often unwanted attention. Not to mention the occasion jack-ass who mistook her for a full vampire, not that she was too far off that mark.
A child ran across the street after a ball and froze in front of her horse. She stared up with bright blue eyes and her face full of fright. Children were all like that. Afraid, tempted, scared, and impressed. She watched for a moment and then backed away. "I wish to see the council."
The child looked on for a moment longer, and then rushed off down the street, taking shelter in an old building which had possibly been a saloon at one time. It only took a few moments. A man emerged from where the child had gone in. Dressed in fine silks torn and tattered from years of wear. Nobody could afford expensive clothing anymore. Nobody except the vampires, and the Hunters.
"You are the Hunter?" he asked with an odd accent to his tongue. The peppery hair shifted in the mild desert breeze as his wrinkles cast shadows across his finely featured face. He'd been a handsome man when he was younger.
Phyonix nodded. "You offer said any price." She watched the old man with amber eyes. "I may take you at your word?" It was a question. If the man stuttered or complained.if excuses were made she would turn into the desert.
His face didn't so much as twitch. "Yes. Any price. I stand by my offer."
"There are to be no questions asked. You know the possibility." Phyo again watched for a reaction. None.
"I understand." He raised his tanned head to look at her face. "You are not completely human." There was no question in the voice. Once again her pale features gave her away. She barely moved her head in a nod. "Getting to be more and more of that now-a-days."
Phyonix dipped her head, the sun was starting to effect her. "We shall speak more tonight. I'll need to know the victem's names and relations. I want to know who it is I'm dealing with here."
"It's a vampire.duh! Sheesh, some Hunter!"
Phyonix barely acknowledged the comment made by a sullen looking youth leaning against a fence post. She recognized him automatically anyhow. No one else's voice annoyed her like that anyhow. "Javers." She mentioned his name coldly.
Javers stepped out from the post. "Nice to see you too Phyo. It's been a long time." He smiled, a crooked, broken toothed grin that made her want to snap his neck. "I'm shocked to find you around here. Especially when I've already taken the job myself."
"The position is open to anyone who offers." The councilman said as he stepped out behind Javers. "And we will pay the price to whomever brings us the heads of those basterds!"
"What about my husband!" A woman screamed. "Bring my husband back to me! I don't care if he's dead or alive or worse but please bring him back!"
"Don't be a fool you old hag!" Javers hollered mockingly. "Your husbands already on a licks meat hook."
She moved.
Javers froze as the knife toyed around his neck. "Mocking a woman's heart is low, even for you Javers." Phyo breathed gently on his neck. The other Hunter had always been afraid of her, and she'd always use it against him. "Appologise."
Javers stammered. "You wouldn't dare."the knife cut deeper. "My sincere apologies mam'.." he said and the knife suddenly left his neck. Phyonix sat on her horse, never having moved so much as a hair. Jevers sneered and muttered old hag once again under his breath.
She moved her arm and Javers yelped. The blood dripped from his cheek. "Do not mock." She whispered and turned to the old man who had first spoken to her. "Gather your council, we shall set the terms tonight." She walked directly to the inn and disappeared into the doors.
Javers growled and took out his gun. "Lousy Dunpeal bitch."he murrured and headed after her.
The old man stepped in front of him. "Leave her be. She is the guest of our town.as are you."
Javers grimaced but holstered his gun. It wouldn't do to have her ruin this now. Besides, she'd never be allowed to stay in the town, not after she named her price.
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Phyonix removed her hat, allowing the mass of blood red hair to fall from underneath and to her knees. She'd never cut the stuff, and it never got in her way. Besides, when you can barely see yourself in the mirror, it doesn't much matter how you look. She closed the shades over the windows and sighed. Another day disappearing.
'And of all the places, Garousha.'
Garousha wasn't know for it's appreciation of Dunpeal's. Even after the infamous D had come through, the fondness for her half breed kind had only improved marginally. At least no one would try and shoot her for buying a damn horse. She fingered her long ears and touched her cheek. Such is life as a loner.
Phyonix began to undress. Thankfully she had always done well as a Hunter, even with the reputation of a Dunpeal following her. Her sword was pure titanium, designed with old runes for protection. Her guns were equipped with phyro charges so as to incenerate anything she came across. Section by section she removed her lightweight black armor. First the shoulder pads followed by her arm braces and the gloves. Then her shin guard and her knee armor, as well as her foot protection and brown leather boots.
After the armor came her midnight blue uniform. Skin tight and made specifically to her frame. A few pockets here and there to store an item or two, then her shoulder straps and whip.
Phyonix looked at the bare remains of her reflection in the mirror. By human standerd she was beautiful. Perhaps it was a vain thought. Her body was as moon painted as her face, long and willowy with no lines or wrinkles. Her calfs looked a little weak, but they really weren't. Her hips hung low and solid and her waist was flat and smooth. Phyonix had to close her eyes for a moment and think to allow herself to remember the rest. Shapely breasts and long arms. Sharp nails like a cats and a swan-like neck. Aristocratic features with high cheek bones and smooth amber eyes. And then of course her hair. The blood red hair that she'd inherited from her mother.
Down bellow on the streets she could hear the council starting to gather. They were confused about her presence here. She always made the humans twitchy. It was a reaction she was well used to. Phyonix opened the curtain a little to watch them. It was almost sun down. Even from here she could smell the blood in their veins. It would be nothing to take it from them.
The thought was banished as soon as it entered her mind. She never took without permission. Odd as that sounded, it had not failed her yet.
'Too bad not all vampires have that option. Too bad that vampires have no choice.'
She closed the curtain and walked over to the bathroom. The tub wasn't as large as she'd have liked it, but it would do. Like all Dunpeal's she was adamant about keeping clean. She ran the water till it was warmed to her liking and then sank into it, washing the sweat from her body. Thankfully, plagues such as body hair didn't effect her kind, nor did the monthly blood flow of women.
Clean now, Phyonix stepped from the tub and walked over to her clothing, a sharp whistle caught her attention. "You have no manners what- so-ever do you Jarves?"
"What good are manners in a life like this?" He asked an walked in. "I should think you'd feel complimented, after all, how often does your kind get a compliment?"
"More often then you'd think." She turned and walked towards him. "Now exit my room." She let her top lip curl ever so slightly so as to revel the slightest trace of fangs. It was a warning, and Jarves didn't have the intelligence to figure that out.
"Now come on Phyo."
"Phyonix."
"Yeah whatever. Be honest."
Phyonix let herself sigh. "Be honest about what?"
"How long has it been?"
If it had been anyone else but her this question could have been termed as sexual. "Three months. Not that long."
"You've gone longer?"
"I've gone longer." She admitted, regretting that he'd ever found out. "And how long before you tell them?"
"Now Phyo."
"Phyonix."
"Yeah sure. What would make you think I'd pull a low trick like that?" He grinned and touched her arm. "You know I care about you."
"Don't bull shit Javers." She warned. "Do I attract you because I'm beautiful, or because I'm forbidden?" she watched his face twitch slightly. "Or is it your hoping I'll bite you in the middle and make you a vampire?"
Javers sneer-smiled. "See you later Phyo."he caught the deadly look on her face. "Phyonix." He said and closed the door.
Phyonix shook her head and locked the latch behind him. She'd known Javers since long ago, and the only comfort his presence gave was the fact that she'd outlive him. She lit a candle and sat patiently. It wasn't quite time yet, let them discuss their thoughts about her and contemplate if she was worth the fee.
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The council lisened to Javes. "You must be jokeing!" The old man said.
Javes snickered. They never belived him at first, it always took till she asked for the price herself. "Well now be reasonable old man. She is a Dunpeal, which means that one side of her yearns for our life's fluids." He used his hands to interpret. He was a champion actor, trained back when his father still thought he was useful. "I tell you it's true. Phyonix is a menace, shell take and take just like the basterd that stole your comrades."
The council whispered to one another, considering his statement. For one thing, Javers had chosen to make this statement in front of the entire town. They could not ignore it, not with everyone listening and watching. At the very least they had to make it look as though they were considering his words.
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The wind picked up outside, rattling against the windows and knocking the tree branches against the pains. A lone howl washed over the sands as shadows passed across the moon. Some on four feet, some on two, some merely hunched over. The yellow eyes reflected against the torch lights as they rushed towards the unprepared town.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The doors to the council hall flew open as Phyonix entered. Her long hair waved in the wind and framed her pale face and acting as a cape. The people of the town turned to see her as she walked down the isles. She was aware of their fearful stares and of the pleased smile on Javers face. She could have smiled. It was only a matter of time.
The head councilman stood and addressed her. "Madame Phyonix, we are pleased to have you in our town." He stammered this man. There was no confidence in his own opinion.
'The shell of politics.' Phyonix noted and nodded politely at the council.
"Lady Phyonix, this fellow, Hunter Javers, has accused you of a rather. hypocritical act."
Her face showed a pinch of amusement. "Has he now?" she looked at Javers with those rich amber eyes. They shifted slightly, the rim around her pupil glowling red. "And what has he accused me of?"
The councilmen shifted in their seats, unused to being made so uncomfortable by a woman. "He says that you.drink.your payment."
To their surprise the Dunpeal nodded. "I do."
The councilman looked stunned. "I-I- am afraid I do not understand."
"It is simple. I ask for little in the amount of gold, and make up for that with blood. Half of my fee paid before the mission, half afterwards." She spoke in low tones with no mistake about her sincerity. "One donor before the job, and half my requested price, then the same after I have finished."
Voices broke out in rancor. "We can't do that! We may as well let those licks keep our comrades!"
Phyonix turned "Is one person really so much to ask in replacement of so many?" She raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps your friends hold no value for you?" She waited till the speaker sat back down. "Allow me to prove the worth of my proposition." She halted as a howl rang down through the streets.
A few fainting screams and a crash when someone knocked over a candelabra. Javers drew his gun and silver knife. "What the Hell.?"
"They know we're here." Phyonix said grimly and walked out into the street. She could see the shadows of the were-wolfs coming closer. The fire for the lamps flickered out, leaving all that lay before them a dark blank. The yellow eyes came closer and Phyonix drew her titanium sword. "Ready?" she asked Javers.
Javers didn't flinch. If there was one good credit to give him it was that he didn't flinch. "On it Phyo."
"Phyonix."
"Whatever."
They came. The huge furred bodies launching themselves at the two. Phyonix slashed her sword once, then twice, taking a were-wolf and throwing it to the wall. The blood flowed and spilled onto the street. Phyonix turned and faced another. It snarled, red eyes glowing as it threw it's body onto hers.
Phonix grunted as the weight clashed against her. The furry mass made it difficult for her to grapple as she sank her claws against the thick muscles. Raising her sword high, she brought it down against the spine, crushing the monsters backbone under her blow. The beast howled in agony and rolled off her. She again raised her blade high and brought it down, straight through the beasts head.
Javers gave a screech as one of them threw him up against the doors of the council hall. He fired twice before the damn thing rolled over and he sawed off the head with his silver knife. "Hey Phyo! You holding out okay? "He said as he plundged his knife into another werewolf.
"Phyonix."she corrected and sliced the blade of her sword through the heart of one of the beasts.
"Yeah sure." A heavy body landed on the Hunter and he spun to thrust his knife in hard. The blood spilled over his clothing and he frowned. "Damn Hunter dry cleaning bills are always high."
They came downhill with numbers to spare. Phyonix set her face in a mocking frown and waved her finger at the one in the lead. He charged at her and knocked her to the hard blocks of the city streets. She grunted and pushed her gun up against the huge mouth in it's stomach, firing and covering her eyes as the smell of burnt fur hit the air. It reared back and howled again, reaching for her with blackened claws.
Phyonix jumped back and pushed herself off the wall with one foot. She flipped back off and sliced into the shoulder blade, taking her sword and slicing through all vital organ. She gently readjusted her hair as the charred and dead were-wolf fell. She cleaned her blade against the grass just as Javers fired a last shot, ridding them of the last were creature.
The doors to the council chambers opened and the some of the people stepped out. "Out of my way! One side! Coming through!" The councilman yelled as he pushed pasted to see the strewn about corps of the things. "My God."
"This work was free. But the Vampires will not be." Phyonix said softly. She once again cleaned her sword on the grass and sheathed it. "My price still stand, pay it, or I leave."
"Hey now what about me?" Javers struck up his own discord. "I'll be damned if I didn't do a fine ass job on these weres!" he gestured towards his handy work.
The councilman looked back. "We can only afford one." he considered. "Phyonix, how much 'money' do you ask?"
"Nine million. Plus the requested donor." She wanted to make sure that these people knew what she was asking before they simply agreed.
"Agreed. When will you start for the castle?"
"Tomorrow morning. After I've slept.and fed." She swept past the others and went towards the inn. "Chose who you will, but send them quickly." She looked into the night sky. The stars were beautiful with no obstructions.