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Nox watches this stranger walk by...meep he seems mysterious....i like his cloak..its awesome... is he a vampyre?...

Farsite touching down lightly upon the street after a slow fall from shadow, stretches for a moment and with blue tendrils in his eyes beguines to walk down the street, his coat billowing and whipping to his right from the wind.

((So where are these infamous razorteeth? It's kinda hard to inspire fear and terror in people when your not around to do it...i want to kill 2 or 3...i'm bored off my a** here most of the time... stare xd ))

((ya have a point))

Len exited Hunter's door, it swinging back into it's proper placement. He turned and nodded the two hunters that were guarding the entrance in greeting. The bright reddish light that was caused from the elctric club sign over head, loomed over the three figures as they stood there, Len looking straight ahead into the very early morning streets. He then levelled the dark shades upon his nose so that they concealed his eyes completely with a finger as he moved down and into the deph streets of the city.

It was reletively calm at this late, or early, for it was day, but it was still dark. He couldn't seem to be able to get to sleep for the past few days because of the dreams that kept coming to him. It didn't bother him though, he was sure he could last at least a good week without a full sleep, of course with the exception of ten minute naps now and then. As he walked down the streets that were, every few minutes, consumed by single drivers heading home from busy over night working scheduals or just early birds, he thought about anything that came to his mind. These walks were good for him to do such things, and to calm his nerves after a full tempting work-out.

He walked through common low-down New York neighborhoods, leaving about an hour perhaps, before people were to get up for their daily rutines. Something that a hunter would probably never know...at least Len. Ever since he became bent on being a hunter of the super-natural after his father's murder, and learning of this constant war, he had wanted to become a difference in it. Who knows, maybe he already had, but still it wasn't enough. He didn't know what to do with himself anymore. These were the things he thought on during these lonely walks, letting all the harsh feelings and inner depression out so that he may return to his normal self afterward; after all, that's what she would want for him.

He let out a sigh, stopping at the corner of the sidewalk where a stop sign loomed over head. He looked in both directions for any vehicles, and when non seemed to be in view he continued his way across the street and back onto the sidewalk on the other side. He looked up, seeing smoke coming from metal chimneys a top apartments and diners, signaling the awakening of the city was to approuch shortly. But not yet, meaning that they would still be out now, and that was the meaning of lowering one's guard was not an option. In fact, even during the day, it never seemed to be either.

He stepped up and nodded to a man reading a news paper on a green-painted bench. While moving away he stopped, he heard something approuching. He grinned, knowing that the man was a vampire and was waiting for an unsuspecting victim to pass by. That's what was satisfactory with Len's casual appearance, if one were not to look close enough that is, it lurred in his prey.

"Bad idea..." Len smirked, the clicking of the Desert Eagles that had been, unbeknownst to the vamipre, brought out slowly and were ready to fire at a single movement from the blood-sucker. Len tilted his head slightly at the movement of the vampire getting closer and chuckling silently, followed by the turn of the hunter and a muffled shot that could barely be heard throughout that streets commented the hunter's gathering a new kill. Another turned and unexprienced vampire was off the streets.

Turning the corner back onto the main street, she still had the trace of a smile on her lips as she shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her trench coat. It still amazed her that these people never seemed to sleep. Every time she was out, it seemed that the rest of the city was with her. While at first she found the hustle and bustle interesting and fun, she soon grew tired of being shoved out of the way by rude businessmen and clubbers on the way to their next hangover. Turning onto a deserted street, she walked along once more leaving the noise behind her.

It seemed that there was only one other person walking along that street, in the opposite direction that she was walking. Thinking nothing of it, at first, she stepped to the side slightly to let the figure pass. However, as she glanced over as the girl walked by her, she caught a glimpse of the knife belt. Snapping her attention back forwards again, she took a few more steps, instinctively placing her hand over her magnum should something start.

A faint smirk crept across her face as she heard the girls footsteps change direction and begin to follow her own. Her first instinct was to turn and start firing away. However, there were too many people close by that would be able to respond quickly to a gunshot. Second option was to engage in hand to hand combat. But she was still a little tired from her training and such. Until she knew more about this persons intentions, she would wait.

Taking a quarter from her pocket, she flicked it onto the ground and bent over, pretending to be searching for it. Of course, she really could care less about the quarter. Keeping her ears open to listen to the movements of the stranger, she glanced up for an instant before turning her eyes back to the ground, waiting to see what the girl would do.