Although it was daytime, there were vampires out and about. They wore long coats, gloves, and hoods to protect themselves from the sun. Since it was winter, however, they fit right in. The Girasol vampires patrolled the area, looking for their grey van or motorcycle devil, their leaving tracks in the snow that covered the road. It was never cleared away in this part of the city. Three was no need. Officially, no one was supposed to live there.
They weren't the only thing, though. Something else left tracks as well. Tire tracks. Some of them were thick and parallel to each other, but the other one was narrow and singular. A van and a motorcycle. Just what they were looking for. The tracks were heading out of the special zone, too, from the look of things.
"Let's follow them." Said one of the generals.
"Follow them backwards." Baldassare instructed, heading in the opposite direction from where the tracks were going. "That will lead us to where they're hiding."
"Got it." The others answered. Following orders, they then proceeded to follow the trail. It led them to a series of apartment buildings put together. Before they took one more step, however, Baldassare stopped them, extending his arm out in order to block them.
"That's far enough." He said. "See the tracks? That's where they are. Now, I'll just text the watchdog the address, and then we're done."
"Seems like a waste, though…" said one of his underlings. "I mean, we're here and all, so why not take them out ourselves?"
"You wanna explain to the watchdog face-to-face why we didn't do what he said?" asked the coven leader, tapping a few buttons on his phone. Immediately, the vampire who proposed the idea went silent and shook his head.
"No…"
"Then shut up while I do this…" Baldassare stated, as he continued to write. He mouthed the words that he was typing as he did, conveying the message to what was known around this neighbourhood, and "urban legend" that just happened to be true. Once he was done, he pressed the send button before casually placing the device back in his coat.
"Alright, let's go." He finally said before turning in the direction that they came from. It was then, however, that they heard something that they did not expect. It was the sound of a motor.
"Shit!" Balassare hissed. They were about to be caught by the bombers. "Run for it!" he ordered, and the group took off dashing in another direction in order to make their mistake. Baldassare ran alongside his crew, only to have something dark blue dash past them. It was then that the coven leader stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening as he turned to check on the others.
The rest of them stopped as well once they saw it. White snow turned crimson as one of the vampires' heads hit against the concrete, their body soon following after it. Baldassare looked up in order to get a glimpse of their attacker. A snarl formed on his face as he did.
A blue motorcycle with a rider clad in navy stood before them. The killer wore a cape and a motorcycle helmet with horns on top of it, brandishing a sword in one hand that dripped blood onto the previously untouched snow. The cape was fastened by a silver chord, and a matching amulet adorned the rider's throat. They stood their quietly a moment longer before revving their engine again. Then, they charged the group once more!
"Scatter!" ordered the leader of the Girasol vampires. He leaped into the air as the biker zoomed by, landing on a fence while another one of his underlings landed on the ground missing a head. The coven leader bared his fangs, flaring his nostrils at what has been done.
"You fucker!" he shouted, reaching into his coat before pulling out a pistol. He aimed the weapon at the biker and pulled the trigger, but they didn't seem fazed. "What?" the man said aloud, taken aback by what he had seen.
A rabbit. Not just any kind of rabbit. This one had antlers and stood on two legs. This character wore a black coat that reached the ground, trimmed in white fur that contrasted the blackness of the rabbit mask. Underneath the coat was what looked like a standard schoolgirl's uniform, with a dress shirt, tie, and a plaid skirt. It wore the same amulet around its neck as its accomplice. With pick eyes with dead pupils staring up at the coven leader, the rabbit stood between the vampire and the biker, shielding itself from the gunshot with what looked like a guitar case.
"What the fuck?" the vampire said again, inadvertently lowering his gun as he simply stared at the absurd sight. He snapped back to attention as the rabbit leaped toward him and swung at his head with his case. Baldassare wasted no time dodging, not even bothering to stay and fight. He didn't want to be involved, so he instead retreated.
"Boss! Over here!" called what remained of his men from a nearby roof. Babyface leaped in their direction, avoiding the strange rabbit, as it appeared to lose interest once they got to a certain distance. Miraculously, the rest of the Girasol generals were able to escape with their leader as the rabbit simply looked on. Once they were out of sight, the rabbit turned to the biker, who looked after them as well.
"That was unnecessary." It said in a woman's voice. "It wasn't protocol."
"My apologies." Spoke the biker in return. Their voice was similarly feminine. "I don't know what came over me."
"We need to get this cleaned up before anyone sees." Replied the rabbit. "Master will be displeased."
"Indeed." Said the biker. "It was almost like instinct."
"Excuses are irrelevant. They hinder the assignment. Stick to protocol, Jack."
"Apologies, again. It will not happen again, Jack."
