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Something was 'up'.

It was a subtle thing. A combination of tiny little signals, in just the right order. A calculated observation that the weak or foolish might mistake for 'intuition'. The subtle scent of blood in the air, a coppery flavour that brought a grin to her face. Deep silence, occasionally broken by a slight strange sound, too soft to have been overhead by normal ears. Gunshots, far in the distance, muffled by concrete walls and artificial silencers. A tension in the air palpable enough to be tasted. Mia stalked from rooftop to rooftop, drawn to the slaughter like a mother to the flame. It was her obsession, her sole desire, a hunger that transcended the mere need for blood that drove the mindless drones among her kin. For she hunted the intoxication of death, the beauty that could only be found in the end of a life. Capturing the very moment that life fades into nothingness in her memory, an eternal tribute to those she killed.

Mia looked up, as she once more heard gunshots. She found herself in front of a large building complex. From the outside, it appeared to be nothing more than a large office or apartment building. Generic in every sense of the word, it was a place Mia would have usually avoided if not for the suspicious cloud of greyish gas that now bloomed from the top of this tower. Coupled, of course, with the delectable scent of blood that now strongly cloyed the air, calling out to her. It took mere moments to find the source of this perfume in the bodies of several vampires, strewn haphazardly on the ground in the shadow of the building. Mia looked from corpse to corpse, admiring as the expressions gradually became every more alarmed, as blissful ignorance gave way to sudden panic. It was a beautiful progression, a matching set to emphasize the gradient curve of fear. It was a shame they had to be vampires, humans always made for far more delicious pieces than her coldblooded kin.

Of course, a second site soon drew her attention. Atop a nearby building, the very walls were dripping with blood. Mia hopped over the ledge with inhuman grace, a shadow stalking the skyline. A single clawed finger reached down, dipping into a pool of blood, as Mia took the tiniest of sips. It was fresh, twenty minutes at most. Even fresher than the corpses downstairs. The scene was one of torture, a vampire had been painstakingly dismembered, their blood splattered freely to weaken them. But while one hand had been fully cleansed of fingers, the other hand still held three, and it was clear the entire process had been performed in a hurry. Being the resident expert on the subject, Mia quickly discerned this had not been an entertainment killing, it had been business. And considering the bear trap that had been used, it had been a human who had done the act. A hunter, and a hunter with a goal.

Mia grin as she brought her little investigation to a close, thoroughly pleased with herself. The large-looking bullet casings that littered the floor were meaningless to her, as were the gunpowder stains and the scrape marks that dotted the terrain. But torture, that was an open book to her, and what she read was exciting to say the least. Mia was never left without entertainment, there was always something to do when you're this easy to please. But hunters, they were a special toy, made all the more savoury by their rarity. Mia would swear that their hatred could be discerned from their blood, giving it an exquisitely bitter aftertaste. And this hunter was good, wiping out an entire 4-man vampire squad. And these weren't newly turned welps, either. Not to mention that this particular hunter might be involved in the mess taking place inside this building.

Licking her chops like a hungry wolf, Mia dropped down to the ground floor. The area she was about to enter was no doubt filled with danger, very different from the mindless cattle she usually preyed on. But danger simply added flavour to the hunt, and as mother always said, food tastes better when you've earned it. Slipping through the unlocked doors, crawling over the ceiling as she explored this large empty building, she followed the scent of the human. There was more blood in the air, and more dead. Humans, this time. Beautiful. This was going to be a lot of fun. Grinning widely, Mia darted up the stairs, swiftly coming to a rest when she heard the telltale signs of heavy, laboured breathing. Screams filled the air, and death made it's presence known. Mia's blood was pumping, her head was pounding, she could feel the excitement rushing through her body as she opened the final door, walking out onto the roof. There stood a lone figure, a single human, the slight smell of blood like an aura about him, emanating from the many slight cuts and bruises he had acquired. Mia could hear the beating of his heart, an erratic thump-thump, thump-thump, the smell of fear on his back. The smell of defeat. The smell of cattle, of prey, of weakness.

"Nice night, isn't it?" Would this person be a disappointment? Based on their position, Mia half expected them to throw themselves off the building on the spot. She'd seen it before, during her hunts. She had hunted down a lion, and found herself faced with a mouse. Perhaps he had been broken before she even arrived? Little did she care for the situation, even as the city began to be devoured by the living dead, but this unexpected change of pace most certainly piqued her interest. "I was just out for a stroll, and figured I'd say hi. Any nice sights out today?"