It should have been just another day, this vampire probably figured when he cracked that old lady against the hard cobbler streets in the east end. Yea, just another to add to his tally of frenzied hatred against the elderly one can suppose, since this was the third time he had done it. Picking up her wallet rather smugly as if nobody in the world could stop his mightiness, not even the Queen herself. The blood coloured not only the street and the ally walls, but his hands as well, licking them gave him the satisfaction of a kill that a mere mortal killer could never feel. That he was now forever going to carry a part of this dead puny cancer ridden human in his steam forever, forever to remember. He casually walked outside the ally, very self-confident...after all he had checked this place, it was cop free, RBUC was busy in the other districts and the puppies kept to themselves here. It was his home ground, his prey was for him and him alone to devour. 
[I]''The RBUC does not take kindly to vampires killing ladies sir.''[/I]
[I]''The Rather Bullshit Union of Cowards don't come here to bother me. So here i rule''[/I] This guy was so full of himself that he didn't even turn around until he had finished his grandiose statement..too see a well dressed female vampire officer from the ''Rather Bullshit Union''. It was worse than that...it was the infamous Silver
[I]''Well the union might not be here, but i sure am''[/I]
[I]''..Silver? I figured you dead. My sources told me your corpse was buried six feet under!''[/I] He was starting to pull for his heavy cal-revolver while Silver raised an eyebrow
[I]''3 Blood Servants does not a gang make....and if I where you i wouldn't try firing that peashooter of yours.''[/I] Ignoring her warning and pulled it out in one fast motion. In a heartbeat (if they had one) he pulled the trigger aimed right at her head...Nothing happened. He quickly dug through his pockets after his ammo...'' 
[I]''I stole your bullets when you where getting out of the ally. And carrying a loaded revolver without a proper safety is a unwise move, so you carry it enmity. Witch means sir that your either coming with me or i will be force to incapacitate you''[/I] The vampire got desperate and threw the revolver down on the ground and charge her with a feral rage 

Sadly feral rage does not a fighter make. Silver rather insultingly sidestep his attack making him trip forward on his face scraping it against the hard stone streets. Before he was able to get up again she had put her arms right around his neck while sitting on his back. 
[I]''Last chance''[/I] She got one growl to repose,
[I]''Wrong move pal''[/I] 

-A few hours later-
Silver arrived back at HQ with the restrained vampire now identified as James Herrold Dolf . A silly name for a silly gang member to be sure. Sadly he had something that normal thugs did not have, a Title. He was a god-damn Desmodontin hence he would be let out the next day. Silver sighed as she drenched herself in paper work as bloody always, since this was an official arrest on a titled MP it would surely be a pain in the ass just to get the crap done let alone get anything out of it. And she still had to fill in the papers for the god damn death of that werewolf who attacked her on the way home. Silver supposed a name like ''Silver'' kinda came back to bite her in the arse in the end. 
[I]''Urg..''[/I] She wished she could drink coffee but for the love of god she could not even stomach that crap. Even her feeding habits had been off track lately since she been overworking. Tired and worn out Silver sighed and went back to her this mountain in front of her.