"Well, looks like everything checks out." Robins admitted to Shania with a grunt. With a heavy breath, the fat detective wandered off to to a filing cabinet, and began thumbing through the folders. One after another detective Robins pulled jackets of cases out and slammed them down on the desk after they were about thirty thick. 

"There's the most recent." the Detetive said with a huff, sitting his rear in the rolling desk chair. 

"Thanks..." Shania said with a sigh as she leaned over, and grabbed the stack of folders off the desk and began to walk out with them. "I'll bring them back once I've gone through them." Shania hurried out of the station as quickly as possible, sliding into the driver's seat of her Corolla, and flipping open the first one, a flash light in hand as she began to scan each of the cases, her eyes narrowing as she does. 

Finally a brown folder, with a leather styled lamination was sitting in her hands. her eyes roamed over it, staring at the page. A club called 'Lux' fifteen women, all mysterious disappearances, all blonde... Same night.

"This has monsters written all over it, a serial killer would be very hard pressed. Too bad I'm not blonde, might be easier to attract whoever did this." She hums for a moment, and turns on the ignition, the Corolla taking off down the street once more, whining loudly as it did. Soon google maps was directing her into the parking lot of the club, Shania's car coming to a stop with the bright white LUX glowing in front of her windshield. As the car was shut off, she once more flipped through the folders once more.

"Male.. Missing, entrance ticket to Lux. Latino, not blonde. Hm. Not much of a connection there. Maybe things will make more sense once inside." Shania slid out of the seat, and once more opened the trunk, shimmying out of her FBI outfit, and sliding on her corset, red jacket, black and red skirt that barely reached mid thigh, and calf high black leather platform boots. 

"I hate dressing like a fucking clubber... All for the good of humanity though." She mumbled as she gave her seductive walk, her hips sway back and forth as she perked her rear up. She walked past the line waiting outside, and gave the doorman a twenty as he opened the rope for her to step inside. It was fairly what she expected, a typical club. Guys spending money to get the girls, and the girls wearing outfits that weren't much better than Shania's if not worse. 

Slowly pacing herself Shania stopped, and took in her surroundings, the flashing strobe lights, the occasional neon spots blasting over the crowd. Her ass got groped three times in a matter of ten seconds, but she ignored it.

"Typical drunk guys." She mumbled as she made her way over to the bar, sitting down on one of the stools as a guy fell off it. "I'll have a Corona!" She had to practically yell at the bartender for him to hear her. The bartender, was a skinny fellow, but moved as if he had been here for years, and Shania realized he had. She could see what he really was, she saw that he wasn't human. her eyes narrowed a bit, but she took the Corona as it was handed to her.

"So, I heard some girls disappeared around here. I don't have to be worried do I?" Shania turned her head away to look into the crowd once more, and to push back the nausea that came with knowing she was sipping a beer given to her from a Vampire. That's when out of the corner of her eye she noticed the bartender taking a picture of her on his cellphone. A protest didn't come though, curious to see what the point of that picture was, and how it would come up later.

House passed by, and nothing happened. The patrons slowly stumbled out, and soon there were only remnants of the crowd were left, some of them passed out at tables, or winding down while smoking cigarettes. A sigh, and Shania slipped from the stool glancing back at the bartending Vamp that was staring at her from a corner of the bar while wiping a glass. A feeling of discomfort slid through Shania's mind as she pushed the door open to exit.

"Waste of twenty dollars." She mumbled as she stopped by the old toyota, kicking off her boots into the backseat before settling into the drriver's seat. The whining pulley started up again, the Corolla reversing then pulling forward out of the parking lot.

"Weird that guy taking pictures..." Shania stopped at a stop sign as normal, looking at the screen of her phone, before pulling out into the four way stop as no one else was waiting. Though all of a sudden the interior of her vehicle was illuminate as a set of headlights came on, a vehicle suddenly bearing down on her out of the darkness. "Holy sh-" But she didn't have time to finish the sentence as her car went spinning onto the sidewalk, she could feel something hot and wet dripping down her forehead. Confusion overtook Shania, her vision fading in and out, that was when she felt hands grabbing her, pulling her, then everything went black. 

"Another dumb slut huh? God damn at least you can say this guy has some kind of taste."

The tall, slim man said as he casually walked about the penthouse apartment. His white collared shirt with three of the top buttons un-done lazily. He admired the lavish furniture and perfect view of the city below. "Hey, think we'll ever get a place like this Barry?"

He turned to the much larger man who dropped their target on one of the nearby lavish couches. He answered with a grunt, "Dunno. If this job keeps up though I could definitely see it. How much are we getting payed for each of these bodies?", the slimmer man shrugged.

"We make a clean 2k a body. This guy is loaded.", he chuckled and looked back towards the window. The other man, about as tall but far more muscled walked up beside his partner in crime, "So uh, what are we gonna do with all the shit in her trunk?"

The slimmer man rolled his eyes, "Obviously we are gonna keep what we want and sell the rest, Those were some nice blades and pieces, shame to see them sit in some collectors room. We'll be keeping the choicest ones. As for the fake ID's? I'm sure some shady characters would kill for quality shit like that. Whoever this bitch is she sure has made us a nice payday."

Barry laughed, "Damn right. Hey, where's the client anyways? He knows the dropoff time right? We early?", the slim man nodded, "Course we are. I like to get a good look at his digs before he kicks us out to feed. Best part about this job is that we get to take a couple choice blood bags for ourselves. Can't wait till I'm the one hiring mooks to pick up pretty women to feast on.", he laughed and turned to the woman Barry had so casually tossed on the couch.

He looked her over and smiled, "Too bad we don't get this one huh? Bet she tastes divine.", he chuckled, sauntering over to her passed out form. He took her chin in his hand, turning her face to get a better look at her, "Hmm... this guy has better taste than some of the shits we deliver too. Better place too.", Barry seemed nervous as his partner touched the merchandise, "Eh, sure you wanna be doing that?"

The slim man hissed back at his partner, "He ain't gonna know. I ain't bitin' her.", he said, before looking at her busted forehead. With a smile he leaned down and dragged his tounge along the gash, his tounge soaking up the sweet liqud. He drew it back into his mouth before licking his lips. "Damn! If this guy weren't payin us so well I'd say we blow this joint with her, perfect taste.", he laughed, turning to Barry as if about to say something.

"I am paying you so handsomely because unlike some other couriers you two are known to not 'steal' the 'merchandise'.", the two Brujah turned to see their current client. The slender man wore an immaculate white Armani suit, beneath a fine black collared shirt and red tie. 

He stepped down the hardwood steps to examine his aquisition. He tutted seeing the smeared blood on her forehead, "What a shame you had to hurt her face, but I suppose injuries are all to common no?", he said turning to look at the two, who had taken a few steps back.

"Uh yea. We got the text late so she was already in her car. We uh, had to you know... stop her.", he said nervously. The well dressed man laughed and brushed back his immaculate white hair, "Of  course. Now come, I have your payment in my study down the hall.", he stood from where he had sat on the couch and led the two thugs away from Shania and down the hall.

Everything was blurry, and bright colors danced in the vision of the Huntress as she slowly woke up on a sofa. The house around her was immaculate, and obviously not one of the cheap motels Shania would normally have stayed in. She groaned, and twisted rolling onto the floor and began to crawl on all fours for a moment. 

"What the fuck.. Someone hit me." She slowy stumbled to her feet, and leaned across the wall, touching her forehead and feeling the wet blood, tracing it up to her scalp where she was cut. She stumbled a bit further, finding herself in a kitchen, immediately going to the freeze for ice, only to find it empty, then opened the refrigerator side only to find bags of blood. Eyes going wide she took a step back.

"Shit. I'm in a fucking... So that's what it is... Some kind of catering service." She turned her head slightly, and began pulling open drawers, finding nice big butcher knives. "Beggers can't be choosers. She limped over towards the side of the ice box, and slide between it and the wall with her new weapons, as she awaited the return of her enemies. 


"Now, if you two will excuse me.", the man in the white suit made his way towards the couch as the two Brujah followed him out, counting the money in the metallic briefcase they now had. "haha, yes and uh if you need anything else we'd be happy ta help you out anyt-", he was interrupted by the suited mans sudden loud laughter.

"It seems my meal has... gotten up and walked away!", he chuckled looking around the room to see if she had gone far. "No blood trail... hmmm well she's in here somewhere haha. Darling, please do come out! My associates found you unconcious after a hit and run! I've already called an ambulance so you really should come out.", he said loudly, gesturing to the thugs to start looking. The slim man nodded and quickly made his way up towards the mans bedroom. The larger thug stalked towards the kitchen quietly as the suited man made his way towards the balcony.

The heavily muscled thug made his way into the kichen. It was rather large, and he started by opening the cupboard. He thought it quite odd their client had so many food storage containers despite the fact he could not eat. He shrugged, ascribing it to ecentricity. When he came to the fridge he opened, and his eyes widened at the large number of blood bags. He looked around to make sure the client wasn't nearby, and slowly started to take one out for himself later.


Shania quieted her breathing, remaining completely still as she did, that was until one of the vampires was in the fridge next to her. Then her arm came out from around the corner in a blur, slamming the blade all the way to the hilt in his throat. This was followed by the other knife slamming into his ribs. Her arm moving quikly as she began to saw the blade in his throat back and forth until his head tilted foreward, and the entire Vampire's form burnt to ash. 

"Shit. She skirted around the counter, and started to stalk down the hallway, stopping at a door lightly ajar and peeked inside. "The garage." She frowned a bit' "And I bet they have all the keys..." She gave a roll of her eyes before starting to slink back towards where the others were at.

"Hey Barry, you see anything?", the slim man shouted as he made his way back towards the kitchen. "Hey you better not be-", he said as he rounded the corner to find the pil of ash that used to be his partner. Suddenly he thought back to all the blades and guns and fake ID's...

"Fuck me. Hey Mister, I think your meal's a fucking hunter!", the man in the suit growled and entered back in from the balcony. "What makes you so sure?", the slim man chuckled, "She just ashed Barry. Oh yea, and her car was filled with weapons. I thought she was just some kinda enthusiast.", the vampire lied as he stalked out into the living room.

The man in the suit  rolled his eyes, "Wonderful. Well I suppose I'm working for my meal tonight.", he chuckled. The slim man turned down the hall, "I bet she's trying to escape... I'll check the door.", the man in the suit nodded and let the slim man go. He smiled, he knew hunters were smarter than that, and took a seat on the couch to watch the thug as he moved towards the exit.

"Stupid, and loud." She shook her head as she slide along the wall, coming face to face with the Slim fellow as he came around the corner. Her knives moved in a flash slashing towards his face, and throat. She meant to cause as much damage as quickly as possible, but this wasn't like the way she had killed Barry, the slim vampire would have a better chance at defending himself, while Shania was caught quite a bit in the open not having the drop on him. 

"Try to eat me! Kidnap people and eat them!" She narrowed her eyes as the blades flashed in the air, contiously in a rapid slashing movements. 

The slim man screeched as the knived raked across his face and chest, caught off guard he stumbled backwards, lifting his arms to block the incoming knives, taking many gouges in his skin. "You fuckin whore!", he shouted and threw many wild punches at the quick woman, desperately trying to fend off her attacks. 

The man in the suit smiled and simply watched. He wanted to see what she was made of... besides she wouldn't be able to hide now.

For a moment it seemed as if Shania had the upper hand, that was until a nice hard punch struck her across the ribs, then another back handed her across the face, sending shocks through her teeth as she spun and hit the ground with a thud, laying there limp on the ground. She stared at the floor, she knew she couldn't win in a hand to hand fight like that, not with just knives, not with a vampire. So she laid there, and waited.

The slim man growled as he stumbled back, blood seeping from his wounds before they began to heal. "Fucking... slut!", he kicked her hard in the ribs before suddenly the man in the suit was suddenly next to him, a hand on his shoulder. "Thats enough of that, pick her up and bring her back over to the couch. I'm done playing with my food.", he walked back towards the living room. The Brujah growled under his breath, 

"Fuckin Ventrue orderin my ass around, mother fuckin...", he leaned down to pick up the woman who he believed was unconcious again.

A quick twist, a thrust, and the knife was shoved into the Vampire's chest, slide ride into his heart. She knew this would cause paralysis, and quickly stood up to let him fall on the ground, She stared at the Ventrue the entire time as she knelt down and began sawwing off the Brujah's head tearing it clean as everything once more turned to ash. 

The man in the suit chuckled as he watched her finish of the brujah, clapping for her. "Wonderful! You are a hunter haha. So tell me, how many Brujah have you killed? Is that the first? No certainly not.", he mused, tapping his chin as he sat down in one of the lavish chairs. "Well, what about Ventrue?", he smiled menacingly.

She furrowed her brows a bit. Staring at the vampire. "I've killed plenty of your kind, but I don't know what a Ventrue or Brujah is." She didn't move any closer at the moment, instead still keeping her distance. "So what? Not going to try your luck?

The man in the suit laghed heartily as she revealed her ignorance. "Oh, what a new hunter you must be. Or possibly ignorant I'm not certain. Your... kind are all such a mixed bag. Oh well, I suppose you'll never know seeing as I don't exactly intend to let you leave. You are my made to order meal after all.", he smiled, his eyes suddenly taking on a menacing red glow. "Now, why don't you put that knife down and sit on the couch hmm?"

She blinked a few times, started to walk down the steps, dropping the knives as she did. She settled onto the couch next to the Ventrue and looked up at him. "I..." She seemed at a loss for words now. 

The man in the suit chuckled and brushed her hair back, able to se her smooth neck, "Just relax, it'll all be far simpler soon my darling.", he said as he leaned in, fangs barred as they approached her neck.

Her hand came up and she pressed her fingers against his lips. A sudden blast of depression, consideration would come from her. "Aren't you ashamed of what you do? Think about the things you have done?" 

The man in the suit stopped dead as her fingers touched his lips, suddenly overcome by depression... sadness... regret. He recoiled from her with a hiss, shaking his head, he brought a hand up to his forehead. "Haa... I-I... wh-what is this?!", he snarled as he tried to move away from her, sliding further down the couch.

Shania moved quickly after, opening her mouth and begining to inhale. The vampire would quickly feel his lifeforce begin to flee from him, going into her. She was drinking of the life force that the vampire had. The vampire had become prey. "Just... Relax. It'll all be far simpler soon." 

With a growl the man in the suit attempted to run as he felt his very power being drained, he tried to run. His speed quadrupled yes but he smashed into a nearbye coffee table with grunt, tumbling over it as he dashed himself against the floor, trying to crawl his way back to his feet, "Wh-what are you?!", he screamed.

Standing up from the couch, Shania moved easily aross the ground snatching up a fire poker from the fire place. "I am redemption." She said raising the poker into the air. "Your reckoning." She brings the fire poker down with a snapping sound, repeatedly the blow until a pile of ash lay beneath her.