Present Day, London

There's always a bad apple spoiling the rest. That apple had a name, and that name was Gabe. He always refused to follow orders and was very sarcastic and is quick to a temper. The whole Den would rather kill him and get it over with, but with no leaders, Lycan nor Vampire, things would have gotten rather out of hand. Fights were common between friends and the war between the warring species has escalated to a worldwide level. Seeing as the line between the two cultures have blurred, the world has been sent into a magnificent oblivion.

Death on a mission was common, because the Lycans have gotten smarter and the Vampires have their own amount of Aces in their sleeves. The two Martyrs.. The Vampire Selene and the Hybrid are neutral, so they are no thread to the domination of the Vampires... As long as no one has a craving for power and decides to play dictator.

"You know what to do, you two."

"Got it boss."

"Yeah.. Whatever."

A door slams shut in the dark warehouse they called a Den, filled with crates and cages. Several of the hundred cages were occupied by live human slaves of mixed genders. Males for labor, females for pleasure; routine, as always. The room was just about the same all the way around, except for the Lycans of the Den lounging around on pieces of furniture strewn about.

A door slammed shut and John, a fellow Lycan of the same Den as Gabe, walked out of a cast iron door, following Gabriael down a hall. John was dressed normally, except for the fact that he had a black polyester trench coat, black dress pants, black undershirt, black boots and jet black short hair. Sort of like a freak, but mainly because he and Gabe were the best of the assassins. Warriors, if you may.

Gabe was dressed completely different. He had curly blond hair that went down to his shoulders, a tan skin complexion, 6'2" and rather lithe yet muscular. He had on a light brown jacket with a ratty white wife beater underneath. He has a black braided leather belt holding up baggy blue jeans laden and riddled with holes and rips. The bottoms of the jeans were frayed and barely revealed black and white sneakers.

"Why are you always so unruly and sarcastic?"

"It's better than being a lapdog, John," Gabe said, turning a corner.

John just shook his head while walking, keeping pace. Gabe reached his right hand into his right jeans pocket and pulled out a pair of black fingerless gloves. He slowly slid his right on and used that right gloved hand to pull the other on his left hand. He tightened them a little and turned a tight corner, shouldering through heavy metal double doors, out into the night air. John stopped outside and Gabe walked a few steps, then stopped and turned toward John.

"Here, direct orders from Vincent."

John reached into the left side of his trench with his right hand and pulled out a small black leather holster. It had a black pistol and three clips of glowing blue ammunition strapped to either side of the holster. He tossed it to Gabe, who caught it right his left hand and secured it on his right upper thigh, unbuckling the strap holding the gun in. Gabe started walking again.

John quickly began walking with him, catching and matching his pace within inches. They both entered the street. No one was walking the streets and it seemed like this place was a ghost town. It was only ten o' clock, but still. There should have been a car or two by now. Gabe took a quick, sharp breath then coughed, stopping for a moment, then walking again.

"Terrible humans. Polluting this place like it's theirs.. It's sickening.. No wonder they're lower on the food chain."

John gave a toothy smile, revealing his rather bent, long, and sharpened canines. Gabe stopped for a moment and sniffed a few times, a low growl emitting from deep within his throat through clenched, bent, long, and sharpened teeth, as John's were.

"They're near."

John nodded, quickening his pace as Gabe started walking faster toward a nearby dark alley behind an Italian restaurant. Cliche. As they both stepped into the wet concrete of the alleyway, Gabe noticed two men talking to each other. One dressed in a trench coat, and the other in a gray hoodie with blue jeans. The man in the hoodie had a suitcase in his hands. John and Gabe both nodded simultaneously.

"Having fun?" John said, gapping the distance between him and the man in the hoodie with supernatural speed.

The man in the hoodie turned around just in time to get a boot directly in the face, sprawling backwards into a pile of trash cans and bags of garbage. As john bent over to snatch the fallen briefcase, the man in the trench coat pulled out a small handgun in his right hand and moved to aim it at the back of John's head. Gabe quickly flitted towards the man, grabbing the man with the trench coat's right wrist, which was holding the gun, with his own left hand.

"Not a smart move.." Gabe said, grinning.

He brought his right elbow down on the man's forearm, snapping the gun out of his hand and into the air. Gabe let go of everything and spun in place, throwing out his right leg in a roundhouse, connecting with the man's left jaw, sending him spinning backwards and into the brick wall, sliding down to a sitting position with a thump. Gabe quickly reached his right hand up and caught the Vampire's gun in his right hand. He turned towards the man in the trench coat and aimed the pistol at the man's head.

He pulled the trigger once, a dull, flat, loud bang resounding throughout the alleyway, a bullet crashing through the Vampire's skull, spraying blood, brain matter and a bit of silver nitrate onto the brick behind him. Gabe quickly spun towards the man in the hoodie, not bothering to aim. He squeezed off four shots, each bullet hitting the man in the torso, making him recoil onto the ground beside him, silver sliding from the wounds and onto his shirt. Gabe hit the clip release button with his thumb and threw the gun against the wall. The clip and the piece hit the ground with small clangs.

"Lets go.." Gabe said.

John switched hands with the briefcase and pulled his pistol out with his right hand from his holster, aiming at the man in the hoodie first and pulling the trigger. One bullet hitting the man in the chest. He quickly spun around towards the man in the trench coat, firing once, hitting the man in the forehead. He sheathed his gun and headed back towards Gabe, matching his pace, the two vampires in the alleyway convulsing and slowly burning away into skeletal ash.

"So what's in here anyway?"

"Beats me, probably some weapons or something.." John replied.

"Want to check?" John said.

"My curiosity evades me.." Gabe replied, keeping his pace, as they were heading to a meeting.

"So that's a yes..?"

Gabe shook his head and sighed, "Dolt."

John frowned but soon turned serious again, turning with Gabe into a nightclub. Gabe could feel the hard, loud drum beat reverberating in his chest. The disgusting techno music looping over and over again was beginning to get on his nerves. Gabe stopped, and so did John. Gabe slid his right hand down to his pistol and grasped it, moving his hand upwards and firing one round into the air, crashing into a speaker, sending sparks in random directions and giving the ears a static treatment.

"Much better.. "Gabe said, putting his hand down to his side.

"We're looking for a woman. Marie St. Bellows," John said in his rather rough Irish accent.

A rather petite woman walked through the crowd, dressed in a pink silky dress. Several large black men walked along side her, dressed in black jeans and white simple wife beaters.

"I'm ready to go. Horace, Green. Leave us be," she said, the men moving back into the crowd.

Gabe looked her over. He noticed she had short brown hair, rather defined jawbone, bright blue eyes and pale skin. Definitely attractive for a Vampire, but it seems that she has been alive for centuries.

"Lets go," John said, beginning to head out of the nightclub.

Gabe put a hand on the small of her back and lead her out of the nightclub and onto the sidewalk. His handgun was still clenched tightly in his right hand, his left still guiding her along. Marie watched John for a few minutes, her eyebrows furrowing.

Gabe gave her a little push, "Don't try anything stupid."

She just sighed and quieted, her bright blue eyes dulling to a dark green.

"So where we headed?" John asked.

"To our boss, you know why," Gabe said, turning onto another sidewalk with the two following closely behind.

Gabe kept walking, his right index finger tapping on the trigger of his handgun in a rhythm, drawing an annoyed glance from the woman. He turned towards her and caught her glace, making her turn away quickly. He grinned to himself. The three were nearing the safehouse, and John still hadn't opened the briefcase, which is a good thing.. Bu Gabe was beginning to wonder what really was in there.