She hated the collateral damage, the ones that weren't at fault, the ones that were at the wrong place at the wrong time; the ones that just happened to talk to the wrong person and then get sucked into a world that nobody needed to witness. Unfortunately she couldn't let them live, she had witnessed the consequences of that first hand, it was a tough decision to make and it almost always ended with the same choice, but she did think about it every time. Last night was the same, the same as every other night, sniff them out and bring them down, but there were more deaths than there needed to be. She hadn't planned for this one, she didn't expect that many, which is why she ended up loosing control. The warehouse was empty prior to their arrival and she hadn't the time to look around and see if there was more to the building than it showed. It was certainly possible that this abandoned warehouse was just a face for a larger, underground operation. They seemed to prefer the underground stuff; it made sense, easier to hide, easier to avoid outside 'contamination.' She would have to return when this whole situation with the police had blown over. She was trying to find their dens, the victims they carelessly drained for their selfish reasons.
The red-head had come back for a different reason this time, within the excitement and the bloodshed of the night prior she had lost something, something that was close to her, given to her by a very important figure in her life. She didn't think law enforcement would be here. She almost never stumbled into the police unless she had killed someone that mattered and that didn't happen often. The vampires and demons disintegrated, the humans remained, most of the time she would just have to silence a bunch of SINless onlookers and drunks. So who was the collateral damage? Who was it that she killed that brought out not only the police, but the FBI as well? She listened to the hushed whispers and mumbles of the curious people, the cops spoke among themselves, nothing important, one guy was having issues with his wife and the other was telling him about a stripper he picked up. The tall woman was quick to try and find a different conversation but nothing seemed worth her time.
She had stopped her movement as she got closer to the police line, there were a few people in front of her, to her right was a younger man, possibly in his early twenties, his skin tone was darker than hers, his features suggesting Mediterranean or Middle Eastern origins, thick dark brows, a prominent brow bone, nose and chin; his hazel eyes contrasted slightly with his darker complexion, his hair was short but visibly wavy, dark brown almost black in colour.
"Excuse me do you know what's going on here?" The auburn-haired woman asked him, her voice a little raspy.
The younger man, who was slightly taller than her, looked over and met her gaze. "They found a bunch of bodies apparently. Some people were saying they were torn up into pieces, others are saying that it was some sort of hit, a planned attack. I dunno, the cops are asking questions but no one is really saying much." He studied the woman's face and nodded at her.
"Okay, thanks." She responded and clenched her jaw. Moving along through the crowds she wanted to try and figure out why law enforcement was here. She also had to try and remember exactly what happened the night prior, what had she done to bring the FBI down on this.
Her memories began to stir as she thought about it. She remembered arriving at the location, it didn't take long for the vampires to show up after her. She had eventually been spotted a firefight ensued. The demons were disposed of fairly quickly, the vampires took a little longer. There had been a lot of bloodshed and she had taken quite a few hits. It didn't take long for her to grow irritated. There was one specific man, a vampire, he was tall and thin, his skin so pale that it reflected the moonlight so brightly, it gave him some sort of sinister silver glow. He laughed at her, mocked her, challenged her. She had been after him for quite some time, he had been one of the higher-ups within the closest district. Eventually the red-head snapped, she lost herself to her primal side, something she wasn't proud of. This was where her memories betrayed her. She knew that all the beast wanted was flesh and blood, and all she wanted was the destruction of that pathetic scum of a being. She focused as she tried to remember, screams of terror and agony, what she usually recalled; the fresh taste of flesh and blood. There was a flash of gold or yellow...blonde? Human, the scent was human, the taste was human.
She exhaled in frustration as she couldn't remember. Her annoyance was interrupted by a voice. Looking up she might've given the source of the voice a look that was un-intended. The flash of a badge was enough to make the woman raise a brow and adjust her expression. The man's scent was quick to enter her sensitive nose. An image flashed behind her eyes. It was a set of dead pale blue eyes gazing up at her. As quickly as it came it was gone, her mouth grew dry as she remember exactly what it tasted like last night. A part of her enjoyed the sensation while a larger part of her tried to fight how good it really felt.
"What was the incident Officer?" She played the confused onlooker. "I do know that a lot of drunks and stragglers call this place home after a rough night." She explained and studied the man. What was it about his scent that felt familiar? Why did it trigger a memory for her? Did he have some sort of relation to the 'collateral damage?'
