Author's Note: No doubt for my regular readers the lack of actual fighting for your life in the last chapter has left them somewhat bored. Don't worry this issue will be addressed. Also for those who've read my runescape fic I'm considering a non-canonical crossover between these fics – feedback on whether it's a good idea would be very much appreciated. Now I'm sure you're thoroughly fed up with this note so here's the chapter.

A three-fingered strike to the throat prevented the Nightworlder from crying out – his Adam's apple crushed. His target doubled over Shadow pushed the head further down to feet his rapidly rising knee, there was a sickening crunch as the werewolf's nose broke explosively, blood spraying out indiscriminate in it's direction. As the werewolf tried to clutched his face while backing away in an attempt to get the time needed to gather his sense Shadow swept his ankle just as he stepped back, he fell heavily to the floor with a heavy thud, evidently noone had ever taught him how to breakfall. Shadow was on him like a shot, the sleeper hold robbing the werewolf of consciousness in seconds. Shadow carried on with the hold for the few extra seconds needed to rob him of his life. The attack had been brutal in it's viciousness and clinical in it's execution never giving the werewolf the time to change.

A brief glance to his side showed that Holly had also dealt with her target and was glaring at him where the werewolf's broken nose had sprayed blood over her shirt.

The two werewolves had been members of an extremist anti-human faction which had been rampaging in Las Vegas for over a month, their hateful-filled speeches had given them a rapid recruitment rate as Nightworlders lavished in their superiority over the species they saw as their inferior – sadly even with humans it had ever been thus. The rapid growth in numbers had prevented the Council of Elders from stepping in, while they would have won the political repercussions would have been dreadful. Shadow had no such limitations and with the help of his team had led a murderous campaign against the violent group.

Unfortunately their efforts had done little, with the collapse of the city's infrastructure Las Vegas was dying, the desert city had lived on a knife edge since it's creation, one water shortage from destruction and with food and water becoming scarce Nightworlders found themselves in a large majority. With law and order breaking down it had become a case of every man for themselves and humans had found themselves as an easy diet alternative for the werewolf population as well as the vampires.

Shadow had killed over a hundred of this new NWIP (Night World International Party), more just kept joining and even the fear which his name carried had done little to stem the tide. The Elder's loss of control over this movement was a worrying sign of things to come. As far as he was concerned the fascistic group could not be allowed to spread beyond Las Vegas. Night World rule was one thing but a group of right wing fascists in power? He would sooner die.

The werewolf had been the tenth kill that night. And now inside the mansion it had been guarding (taken over upon the butchering of the former owners) one of the leaders was cowering, waiting for a rescue party to save her. A rescue party which would never come, Ash had radioed in to confirm their destruction merely two minutes ago.

The door to the mansion was thick steel and was deadbolted from the inside – an upgrade deemed necessary by the new owner. The only way he'd be able to get through it would be with half a kilo of C4. Which he didn't have.

Fortunately the same care to security hadn't been paid to the windows. With complete ease Shadow climbed to the windows, his skills courtesy of a year among the parkour community, some of whom were nuts even by his standards, they'd taught him well though. Holly followed him, her movements those of the more aesthetically pleasing but slightly less efficient free running.

Carefully Shadow used one of his blades to cut a hole in the glass, the sound tiny in the background noise that even this dying city was producing. When the hole was wide enough he climbed through and climbed down silently, fingers digging into small gaps of the brickwork. Holly, in the meantime had taken post on the top of the building, lying flat she had her eye pressed to the scope of a rifle, as a vampire the night was easily pierced by her sight. If a second rescue party came they would be in for a rather unpleasant surprise.

Inside, and once more on ground level, Shadow approached his target, the vampire was sweating heavily, the muzzle of his gun while pointing vaguely in the direction of the door was also wavering slightly. Using the shadows from which his nickname was derived Shadow approached. Rather cruelly he took out a handgun of his own before attaching a silencer. The gun lightly wheezed once and the weapon was torn from the vampire's sweaty palms. Terrified the vampire dived for the weapon and emptied the clip in the direction of the slight noise, continuing to pull the trigger long after the weapon began giving an empty click. An arm snaked around his neck and a hand over his mouth.

"Boo."

Author's Note: As usual I hope I haven't disappointed you but I thought it important that I gelled Holly and Shadow as a team without the long boring conversion I usually use to establish familiarity. Again, comments on crossover idea appreciated.