A young woman wearing a black skirt and matching blazer was walking down the back alleys of Salerno, Italy when she heard something behind her. She turned around, but there was nothing there. She began walking a little faster. 'I hate these streets at night,' she thought worriedly, 'I shoudl've accepted Gino's offer of a ride home. At least with him I know that I have the upper hand. Who knows what kind of monsters are out here.' Suddenly she heard the sound of footsteps behind her and voices taunting her.

A group of grungy looking men were following the young woman shouting all sorts of lewd comments when she began to run. The man who appeared to be the leader grinned and said to his friends, "I love it when they run. It makes the blood flow so easily." The men laughed and began to chase after the young woman. After a while of being unable to catch up with the woman the men split up, surrounding the young woman by an abandoned warehouse. "Well," the leader said leering at the woman, "looks like you lose. Who wants the first taste"

The other men laughed and the biggest guy stepped forward. "Let me go first"

"All right, you can go first this time," the leader said frowning at the bigger man. Just as he was about to change his mind and pull the bigger man away from their catch he heard a gunshot. The next thing he knew his lackey had burst into flames and was a pile of ashes on the ground. "It's him! You three get rid of him! I'll take care of this one. We can't disappoint the boss again"

The young woman watched in a mixture of awe and horror as a man dressed all in black fought her attackers causing them to burst into flames one by one. When they were gone he turned to the leader who was now holding the woman in front of him as a shield. "Kill me and she dies too. My death will then be for the greater cause and my name will be worshipped among my people. The only way she will live is if she comes with me"

"Not really," a female voice with an American accent said from behind him. There was a bright flash of light and the man holding the young woman, who had passed out when she was first used as a shield, let go of her as he screamed in agony. He burst into flames like his friends and fell to the ground as ashes. The young woman lay on the ground in a crumled heap as the man who saved her vanished into the night. "There he goes again," the female voice said as a young man and woman stepped out of the shadows.

"Oh well," the man said with an American accent, "let's just get her taken care of and get outta here."