(Lucky ass. I wish my parents would believe I'm sick.)
Rikku, a girl dressed in a black AC/DC shirt and blue jeans, could smell fresh blood being blown into her 5th story apt. by an open window. "Lycan blood. There must be a fight going on some where. And it smells like the Lycans are loosing or have already lost." She gets up off her couch turns, off the TV, and walks over to the window, while grabbing her weapons. "Better go check it out." She jumps out the window, into a back alley, and takes off toward the smell of the blood.
Blake emerged from the Vampire manson, wearing a long trench coat, a black tight tee under and jeans with his combat boots tightly tied. He had two silver beretta's strapped to his side, and his switchblade stuffed in the inside of his coat pocket.
His stricking gray eyes scanned the area, as he walked cooly to the garage, spotting his black and blue crotch rocket. He smiled baring his sharp fangs. His hair was blonde and sat just below his chin, he was stricking handsome and mysterious. He was strong and hated lycans with a passion. As he mounted his bike, pushing his trench towards the back, and reviving his engine, he eyed the woman solider and she grinned opening the garage.
It was pouring outside, he smiled as he spotted the full moon rising over the mountain in the distance. He licked his thin red lips and gunned it down the driveway, barely making it through the large gates that were just opening.
Blake, speeded fast down the streets, swerving around cars and people. His trench flying back in the wind. He rode his bike up onto ramp placed in a alley, before the wall. His bike went up, and over landing hard onto the street, then fishhooking quickly heading down an alley.
He could smell the lycan and the vampire from where he was. His mission was to find them and get the vampire out. Though he was pretty sure, this vampire could handle herself.
He spotted the lycan climbing the building, the vampire ahead of him. He quickly did a 180 as he pressed onto the break, smoke rising around him. He quickly got off his bike and looked up at the lycan, from the ground.
He growled, grabbing his switchblade from his coat, covered in silver so when it penitrated the lycan it would count. He flipped it around his fingers, and then quickly flung it upwards, the blade spinning right for the lycan's neck.
Blake smiled. Just what he wanted, he grabbed the knife between his index and middle finger, and as the lycan crashed into him he shoved it hard into his shoulder. He would twist the kinfe hard and grab the lycan by the throat pushing him off.
Slowly Blake would climb out of the large hole that was made from impact.
"Come on you bastard." he growled placing his hands to his side.
Blake hunched over, covering his groin and face. Then quickly he would grab the man by the ankle and pull it out from under him. Blakes free hand quickly slipping into his trench coat and pulling out his silver beretta pointing it directly at the guys head.
"SHit, that hurt." he groaned looking at him, his nose bleeding. "Why are you following that vampire?" he asked curiously, his finger on the trigger.