Unknown POV
"Dead Strigoi? You mean there is someone in England who is killing more than us?" Cezar looked up with wide eyes at his friend Marcus.
"Yes, there is! It's a guardian who has been killing Strigoi or they say is an assassin too. Anyway, the only witness says that this Dhampir is like none other. This is rubbish, all the Dhampir community are feeling safe now- which I don't blame them- but it's turning into an urban legend. Not only this man is taking our job, but also ruining our reputation!" Each word was spoken slowly and deliberately, amplified through powerful jealousy.
"I hear that, that Dhampir community is a Strigoi-infested area. And how do you know it's a man? It could be a woman for all you know." Cezar knew what people were capable of.
"Yes and now almost all the Strigoi have died! The European Court doesn't know how to cover it, the queen wants explanations but none can because they know it wasn't us." Cezar didn't like seeing Marcus all worked up. He was too annoying to be with, especially knowing that someone was ruining his reputation. "Everyone in the world knows that place is an exterritorial zone! That Dhampir must be MADD to be killing all of them."
"Does our lady know about this? I mean, if this Dhampir is killing alone than it's a good fighter. We should ask that person to join us." It was just a random thought, Cezar never would have thought about it.
"We've been following him. He is impressive, really fast, not that strong but makes a kill within seconds. He doesn't only use a silver stake, no. He uses other weapons too, is a rear and sloppy way to kill a Strigoi but its effective."
"Our lady knows of this?" Everything we do around the courts grounds we must informed to our superiors.
"She does know about the Dhampir, but she doesn't know we have been following him."
"You are stupid for not informing your whereabouts." It was mandatory for the Dark hunter to informed everyday's activity.
"Which is why we are going to meet her now" Marcus said.
Wait? Now! Cezar didn't want to be involved into this. No. He just wanted to do his paper work as the leader of the seven division organizations of the Empire of Eura and rest for the night.
Rose's POV
The icy fingers of winter were working their way beneath my clothing, attempting to infiltrate to my core and distract me from the duty I had been born to perform. I drew my pea-coat tighter, my stakes and guns tight. My leather gloves warded off the worst of the cold but still my fingers ached from the chill.
The snow had begun to fall only hours before. Flakes drifted down towards me, bright like tiny crystals against the night sky. Any other time it would have looked beautiful, but not tonight.
I stood in the shadows of an alley way, rubbing my gloved hands together. The hood and the face mask concealed my hair and threw my features into darkness, just as I preferred it. Music from the pub behind me resonated through the brick wall, creating a constant hum within my chest. I glanced back the way I had come, past the yellow skip, which was half full with left over building debris, and the many bins overflowing with discarded waste. Luckily, due to the extreme cold, the smell of rotting food was a minimum. From what I had seen there had been no tramps nestled beneath their makeshift newspaper bedding in this alley way.
Good. No one to witness what was about to happen.
I glanced at my watch. 1:57Am. this was taking longer than I had anticipated. I had other business to attend and I need this to be over. Not that I was in rush to get home. There was no one for me to go, no; the only person who will care about me is when I have finished my job here tonight. I sighted, pushing the weak thoughts deep into the depth of an already saturated mind, and slipped my hand inside my jacket pocket to feel the familiar cold, hard edge of my silver stake. Sheathed in a pouch on my hip was my katana sword, sharpened and ready to fight. Good. Everything was where I liked it, where it was easy to access should my prey come at me quickly.
I watched as the fire exit at the back of the pub flew open and slammed against the outside wall, laughter followed and grew louder as a man and a woman came into stumbling through the door, groping and fumbling with each other's clothing. I faded further back into the shadows; make it difficult for anyone to notice me, my eyes narrowed on the two drunken figures. The man pushed the woman against the brick wall, as if it anticipated what was to happen next. His right hand began working over her breast, his left pinning her arms up above her head. Beads of sweat glistened on his face, caught by the meager street lighting. The woman was moaning theatrically as the man kissed her drunkenly, his mouth barely finding hers and her black hair falling from its ponytail, cascading about her shoulders.
"At any moment now" I thought watching with a mixture of amusement and disgust.
The man moved his head to kiss and lick the woman's throat.
"At any second now" I thought, poised ready to attack, my fingers twitching, ready for the kill.
The woman's face changed from ecstasy to a blank look of indifference and then her eyes flashed that red shine of hunger and she stared down at the man's exposed neck. Opening her mouth wide, with lips curled back in what could only be described as a silent snarl, revealed the surreal and terrifying of unusually Strigoi fangs.
Seeing the obvious cue, I made my way from the shadows drawing my K-bar knife from its sheath and threw it towards the lovely pair. It met its mark expertly pinning the woman's chest against the wooden frame door. Letting out a scream she began pawing manically at the silver knife trying to free her as blood poured from the wound. The man staggered back, his mind hazed from the compulsion and the drinks ad down he went meeting the cold floor passed out.
"What the?" the woman screamed tugging and scratching at my knife, seemingly it was impossible for her to remove it by herself. "Release me! Or you will suffer before I kill you. I will kill you!"
I smirked at her before replying: "Is that so?" I pushed back my hood and watched with satisfaction as recognition entered her eyes. "I take you know who I am?" I said returning my hood to its previous position. Though, she still couldn't identify me because I had on the face mask. With she could only see my eyes.
"You!" the Strigoi's mouth fell open and her red eyes redistricted fear, for the first time in her life. "You are the one who has been killing my kind! You are that mysterious guardian everyone's is talking about. It's because of you no one wants to go out!"
"I'll take that as a yes". I peered down at my kill, shaking my head and turning to the human who was in the floor unconscious. "It seems your taste it's not that bad. But I know you could do better."
"They all taste the same from the inside" she hissed sadistically. "But you wouldn't know that. If you were one of us, you might like it."
I stormed up to her and dragged out the knife from her chest and hold my katana against her throat.
She began to chuckle. "That won't kill me silly girl! You need a stake. I thought you were the best at this, but I see you are just a phony."
"You are forgetting that I do not only kill with silver stakes. I kill with anything that is on my hands, and the sword is my specialty, as well my guns. I thought you knew me better but I see I have to leave my signature for the ones who are going to die soon." I said in delight.
"Go to hell!" she hissed with rage.
"Right after you…" in a quick flash I dogged my sword in her neck. Swing it a little to the left and right. Off came the head of the Strigoi.
I wiped my sword against her party clothes. I turned around to leave but something about the atmosphere was off. That's when I knew I was not alone. Someone was here, witness my kill. I pretended that I hadn't noticed just to full them. I hope they were stupid enough for me to fool them, but they were they Empire of Eura warriors and their reputation said everything about them.
They were the best of the best, the ultimate most dangerous warriors of the world. If I thought Dimitri and my mother were bad asses I was wrong. This people were they ultimate bad ass, which intrigued me to join and feel a little envious because they have freedom. Meaning they could quit their charges and still work for both courts as guardian or Warriors in a different category.
They drop from the roof top one landing in front in me and the other behind me. Hmnn, they only send two of them. I expected for more of them to come. Say like; seven or twenty? But no… only two.
"You have ruined our reputation! Do you not know that you have killed on royal property?" said the one in front. Against the light, he was pale, but I could identify him as a Dhampir. He had golden blond hair, emerald eyes, and boyish looks, which made him, look about my age or so. He was not as tall as he sounded to be, I assumed him to be five-eight with a muscular body.
"Ripper shut up. This person only killed the Strigoi in this community and succeeded. I told you not to be jealous." The one behind me retorted. There was something about his voice he really didn't want to be here. I turned around. The soft street light was coming from behind him but I had an impression of dark hair, angular features, a strong jaw shadowed with several days of stubble. The exact opposite of Ripper's, golden-boy good looks, I thought with a shiver. Compelling rather than handsome. "I apologize of my comrades' bad behavior; he usually doesn't act this way. His only irritated because everyone is praising you."
"Hades! I can't let this go on. You don't know how many Strigoi this amateur has killed!"
"This amateur has a name! Who walks this earth like a living person, Ripper." I hissed.
"You're a woman?" Ripper boy shouted. Clearly he didn't know I was a female, a female who has killed far more Strigoi than the royal court guardians. If they try to distract me with this two talking they were dead wrong. I noticed another Dark Hunter was at the roof of the building. When he noticed me looking up, he knew it was inevitable to stay hidden. So, he jumped down.
"Ripper, don't be surprised if a woman is ruining your reputation. I think it's hot for a woman to be deadly. We are all warriors and male, show some respect to the lady."
"Frucissiere stay out of this!" That's when I knew that this Frucissiere was a warrior Moroi. A Spirit user warrior. For starters, he looked in his mid twenties; he was tall, over six feet and every inch of his body exuded menace, from the hard, muscular body to the imperious beauty of his face. Yet he was a sensationally attractive Moroi male, blessed with perfect bone structure and the sort of presence that would made women spin round in their tracks to get a second look. Ever since my Dimitri refused me, I considered myself immune to all that raw, sensual appeal. However, for me, the gray eyes were crystal clear and the wide, sexy mouth carried an underlying cruelty that was like a force field around him. Just pure Sexy Moroi totally different than Dimitri or Adrian.
"Ripper I told you not to come to conclusions about her. Remember I told that this person could be a man or a woman" he turned to me, "I really am sorry for his behavior, I apologized deeply." He bowed to me. "Frucissiere what in the world are you doing here?"
"Captain, let's get on with it. Besides I was bored, and secretly I've been following her for a while, with Ripper."
I hold my word, ready for any attack. That's when I knew we were not going to be alone. The familiar nausea came at me, the Strigoi have finally come to take their revenge on me.
"Behind you Hades!" I shouted and in a second I decapitated the Strigoi who was going to kill the Warrior.
"BLOODY HELL!" Ripper shouted. I knew he didn't see me moved. All he saw was; me standing in front of him, and the second after I said the words I was a few feet behind Hades. "How'd you got there? What just happened?"
"If you don't know what just happened, you shouldn't call yourself a warrior." I hissed. "If you are so distracted to know that we are surrounded by Strigois you have no right being a warrior." I made my way to kill my pray in a matter of second. I lashed my sword through many Strigoi heads, and never missed my mark. Now it was one of those times where I could do such things as a shadow kissed. For a few minutes I let my walls go down and distract as many Strigoi as I could, while taking the advantage in killing those who were surprised to see my little friends. So far I've killed forty-four, and counting. While the so call "warriors" did nothing but look around helplessly, not knowing what to do or how to react from my fighting skills.