In a dark, humid and musty pub, with little lights except for candles and the single TV showing sports, several men sit spread out, drinking, quietly chatting and eating. The main source of light was emanating from the fire located on the far wall. Behind the bar the owner worked pouring glasses and handing them to the young waitresses. In the far corner a lone man sits in the shadows. He sits, slowly inhaling a cigarette; several empty bottles of various alcohol lay on the table, a single half-empty bottle of scotch remains. His face is completely hidden and no one dares to approach due to the very unfriendly aura he seems to be emitting.
Finally the owner, a rather short, fat, and bald man, with a black vest, a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a red pin stripped tie, with black pants, sighed heavily and approached the man. "Excuse me sir, I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but I'm afraid you've reached your limit, I'd like to ask you to pay your tab and leave." He spoke politely but there was an obvious note of nervousness in his voice.
The man inhaled the rest of his cigarette then put it out in an ash try on the table, he slowly stood, his face still hidden in shadow. Slowly he exhaled, white misty smoke floated off into the air. The man walked into the light, he was tall, probably 6'2", he seemed rather thin, yet he was obviously muscular. His hair was jet black, rather long and tied back into a ponytail high on his head with two single strands of bangs on the side of his face, which was oddly pale. His eyes were extremely light blue, almost white. He was rather handsome, except for the fact he seemed to not have eaten in two or three days. He was wearing a night black, long sleeve shirt that was almost skin tight, his black jeans were rather baggy and he wore large black army boots.
The man examined the owner for a minute before reaching into his pocket and pulling out an excessively large wad of cash. Tossing the appropriate amount the bar tender, he stuffed the rest into his pocket and headed for the door. A couple of rather suspicious men saw the cash and smirked, they followed the man out.
The air outside was cool and crisp, the first signs of autumn. Course in such a large city, where almost no green life exists, it was the only sign of autumn. The skyscrapers reached high into the dark, clear night, the light pollution drowning out all stars leaving the quarter moon the only thing in the sky. The sounds of traffic filled the air, a distant police siren was heard. The man in black turned into an alley way, the two men in pursuit thought this an excellent chance and sped up.
However the ally was empty. They both cursed and ran down the ally hoping to find him.
"Where 'id 'e go?" The one man grumbled in a deep gruff voice.
"How the hell should I know?" The other replied as he kicked a garbage can.
"Man I was hoping for a cute chick, but I guess when you're hungry, you're hungry." The man in black sighed, suddenly behind the man with a gruff neck.
"What the fu—"The man was cut off, his neck was snapped."You fucker!" The other man cried out lunging with a knife, the man in black disappeared making the man stagger forward. Suddenly the man in black was behind the man with the knife.
"Why do you fight? You have no chance against me." The man chopped the guy in the back of the neck, just below the skull instantly killing him. As the man fell limp to the ground the man in black leaned over. "Time to feed."
"A real sick bastard we got." A tall beefy man growled as he bit into a doughnut. He had a large brown bushy mustache and his hair was thining, he wore a brown buttoned up trench coat, a police badge pinned to his chest. Several other police men were taping off the scene as a woman in a white coat, with glasses, and light brown hair tied back took photos of the bodies
"What do we have detective?" asked another woman approaching the scene. She wore a large black and white sports jacket, long black pants, and black running shoes. Her hair was light brown and wavy down to her mid back.
"It's the same guy from two weeks ago, the freak drained these corpses of all their blood, then removed their heads from their shoulders, then it looks like he stomped hard on the heads with a single step smashing the brains to pieces. Every two weeks for the past four months two or three people end up like this. No blood anywhere." The detective reported. "What took you so long Jo?"
"That's Sergeant Jonna Benson to you." She smirked. "So any fingerprints, DNA, anything?"
"Nope, this nut case is smart, real smart." The woman sighed. "Except for a foot print, we have nothing, but that doesn't even help, it's a standard army style boot sold in almost every department store in the city."
"Anything else Amii?" Jonna looked around hoping to see something, the criminal site investigator missed.
"No, it's like he's a ghost." Amii sighed.
"Wrong, he's a man, and he'll strike again, we'll just have to triple the patrols." The detective growled again. "Someone get me another doughnut!"
The man in black stood atop a building, only a few streets away from the flashing police lights blocking off the crime scene. The man sighed as he lit another cigarette. "It's still to early for you to find out about me, Ms. Benson." He turned and walked to the edge of the building, he looked over and watched the cars move, the people walk, seeming like sheep, or cattle, just following the crowd. He placed a foot on the edge of the building and kicked off in a jump, landing on the parallel building, 6 lanes of traffic plus side walks away.
He broke off in a run across the building again leaping to the next building, he continued till he reached the docks on the other side of town. He entered an old abandoned storage house; the windows and doors were all boarded up however inside was quite different.
It was decently well lit, the floor had been carpeted, and a large bed on the far wall, to the left corner was an indoor above ground Jacuzzi. Next to that was a pool table, next to that a an air hockey table, next to that on the wall a dart board, to the right the wall was covered with various weapons of all shapes, and sizes.
From guns, grenades, blades, swords, daggers, spears, scythes, throwing weapons, and several dozen unidentifiable weapons. Right beside the entrance was a small office with a computer, a phone, and several other pieces of technology. The walls that weren't covered in weapons or dart boards, was posters and paintings, some paintings were old classics worth millions, others seemed barley worth a few pennies. The posters were everything for old movies; to rock bands, to anime shows. A TV rested on an oak stand in front of a large "L" shaped couch.
On the last remaining wall was a personal well stocked bar. It was well decorated and made out of pure oak wood with a stunning finish.
The man grabbed a remote that was sitting on a table and pressed several buttons, suddenly classical Beethoven started playing, He then walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of scotch and flopped onto the couch turning the TV on. As expected the media had already jumped on the story about the corpses.
"Wasting your life as usual?" A young girl mocked, she'd appeared out of no where, sitting on top of the large TV. She had short golden, straight hair. She wore a fancy red dress with large frills and white trimmings. On the back was a large red bow, she was wearing white stockings and black young girl dress shoes. She had a tiny red ribbon in her hair. Her eyes were an Emerald green and she held a black tiny purse, with a tiny string strap.
"Screw off, I don't have time for you." The man muttered, taking a drink form the bottle.
"How rude, you should respect your elders." Though the girl seemed no older then ten and the man seemed about 25. She slipped off the TV and disappeared into thin air before her feet hit the floor. She reappeared on the arm of the couch.
"I'll respect you when you reach my chin."
The girl growled and smacked him in the head. "You know we don't age, I'll be like this until the earth is consumed by the sun!"
"Then I won' respect you till then." The man smirked lighting a cigarette.
"Why o you smoke, let alone why do you drink? You know we can't be addicted to it, and it won't kill us, hell we can't even taste it. We don't even get filled from it or other foods."
"Think of it as a futile way of trying to die." The man inhaled."You have all eternity to learn everything there is in the world and you waste it in a bar, killing bums who try to rob you, and playing games with the police woman. You are a disgrace to our kind."
"Then why do you still persist on bothering me, even have 400 years.""You're my responsibility, even though you're a pain in the ass."
"What ever.""You're hopeless. Nothing more then a toothless old dog who's seen his best days come and go." The young girl glared.
The man glared and pushed the girl over the edge of the couch; she landed hard on her head. "Even toothless dogs can bite, don't forget that."
She stood up and glared. "THOMAS!" She growled loudly.
"Take it easy Old lady. I was only kidding."
"Call me Little Lady Marie Lockheart!"
Thomas rolled over. "What ever."
Marie moaned and walked over to the TV and changed the channel manually. "Why I am fated to hang around a loser like you, I'll never know."
"Shut up old hag, I'm trying to sleep.""Old hag?" Marie grabbed a sword of the wall and charged at Thomas. "Learn some respect!"
End Chapter 1