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Upon approaching the street where blood runs freely, Kashkin could imagine the speakers were turned up base-wise, the dance floor filled. People would be laughing, drinking, flirting, kissing, grinding, drugs, dancing, and doing all sorts of social activities. It was still the same exciting place as it always was, right?

Not for long.

Kashkin knew his leader had gone out tonight. He didn't know what she was up to, but whatever it was, it was something either important or horrendously dangerous. That was the kind of danger that always intrigued curious people. Kashkin was, in fact, a curious person.

He whistled, approaching Las' Noches, getting closer and closer to the alley a few houses down. Upon making it there, he put his bag down and opened it up, revealing a portion of his better arsenal.

"Better overkill than underestimation..... She's probably turned her share of people, or killed enough hunters that it's time for a little payback."

He reached down and started shifting through his bag, equipping the following arsenal: Two UZI smgs with bullets that had UV light stored and projected upon impact, a Serbu 12 Gauge (the length of his fore-arm), oneBlack-bladed short sword, two Frag. grenades (mini-version, smaller but same explosion), one flashbang (UV), a knife, his prized guns Vizury and Gen (the deadliest of his arsenal), a few sulfer-filled packets that burn and catch on fire briefly when in contact with skin (it worked very well on vampires, them hating light, fire, and sun) and a metal baseball bat. The metal bat was the only thing not concealed beneath his baggy pants or worn black sweatshirt, and it was hanging on a strap on his back.

Hand to hand, Rogue would shred him to pieces, so he needed every advantage he could get. Her speed was incredible as well, which is why Kashkin had to think ahead for her next logical move to at least somewhat keep up with her. He could definitelly withstand a decent amount of damage, for he did nothing but train and fight, but he had his own little surprise for her.

He had, since he joined the fight against vampires, a suit of kevlar fit to his body. It covered his arms, legs, and chest completely, like a set of underarmor. It could take a shotgun shell at point blank and only hurt like a b***h.

However, it was necessary, for Rogue could probably punch a whole through him in an instant if she tried. Luckily he was hard-headed or he would wear a helmet.

Finally ready, he reached into his bag and pulled out a blood packet. It was from a hospital, fresh from a patient. He held it a bit, let it warm up, and brought his bag and himself to a roof across the street, facing Las' Noches.

The roof was fairly empty, a ventilation shaft or two and a door sitting on the top. It had a few more things, but the center was definitelly a good arena. It was long, and very wide. There was plenty of running space, and places to hide as well. He decided that if things started going bad, he would need an escape route. So he set the roof to blow if he flipped a switch in his pocket. No, it wasn't any switch like in the movies that could go off accidentally. It was voice activated with a backup, manual combination. It was for the worst case scenario.

Kashkin ripped open the blood packet and poured it on the middle of the roof. It was his way of calling her out.

He wanted to know when and where to do this. He was challenging her, so he was giving her the option of throwing down outside her lovely little bar. If not, he was going to set her place on fire, burning everything down from the outside in.

"Come out come out, Rogue. You know I'm here...."

Kashkin's resolve didn't waver, but a slight look of surprise came to his face. He had not seen or read anything about this being before. A vampire? Well, it must be, for he had appeared out of nowhere. A rather dramatic entrance, instead of merely jumping up. And from the mere moments he was present, Kashkin was already learning.

The fact that the man had appeared was a sign that he was powerful and experience. He hadn't heard anything more than a footstep before he was in his sight, and already he was sizing up what he thought was his prey. This meant that he was believing Kashkin to be foolish. And from the equipment, well, true enough it was rather vauge and hard to use. But as this vampire sized him up, Kashkin smiled softly. This vampire was forgetting that there were a few hunters in this city who didn't think about safety first, who in fact thought outside the box and about killing their targets completely and utterly, reguardless if it brought around death or destruction.

Martyrs.

"Hello hello, good sir. Nice night, isn't it?" Kashkin tapped a finger on his bat. Yes, unorthadox, but what was inside the bad was one of his fun surprises. He didn't want to let anyone in on his little secret now....

"I am, in fact, looking for something. Well, more specifically a someone (I suppose you could call it a something), but none the less. Do you happen to know where Rouge is?"

Kashkin couldn't see what this man had on him weapon-wise, but if he had nothing and was looking for a fight, then the whole situation became even more dangerous. He was one of those who thrived in close-combat, something Kashkin knew since the day he joined was nearly suicide. Undead strength far surpassed a humans. Even though Kashkin trained himself every day until he nearly passed out, he could only, maybe, come to about half a vampires strength. Maybe three-fourths, but we're talking the average, run of the mill, in lamens terms rank D vampire. A lot still, but nowhere near enough.

Kashkin tilted his head slightly. "So... who are you? Not to be blunt, but I don't have a file on you (or the jerks back at HQ didn't give me access to it)."

Kashkin shifted his feet, his hands moving from his pockets to his side, his arms limp. He wasn't in any way showing tension, but rather looked relaxed. His hair still covered his eyes, as it always did. His clothing shuffled ever so slightly in a breeze that began to drift across the rooftops. The smell of blood reached him, so the thoughts of it drifting down and catching Rouge's attention was rather high. Statisticly speaking, it wasn't by any means wise to go all out against a... probably elder vampire. Now that he took the situation further into account, he realized that it was probably so. Upon going all out, he would end up not doing what he originally came here to do. That would be a great hindrance, not to mention he wasn't sure of what this one could do.

Sighing to himself, his eyes glanced around, a patient look on the visible half of his face. No one saw his eyes, or at least he made sure no one did. The only time they were ever visible was when he pushed his hair back. Only then was he fighting seriously. Dangerously.

"So I don't know what you want with me, but you seem like a very strong guy. I don't see any logical reason someone as powerful as you would waste their time on a small, pathetic soldier of light such as myself. I'm not strong at all." He spoke not in sarcasm, but in seriousness. Kashkin didn't think himself strong at all, but merely a soldier. Was it the truth though? Or was he merely clouding his thoughts with the thoughts of his own weaknesses, possibly in denial about his strength? Only if the vampire across from him could see his scars, or his eyes, would he see bloodshed. Anger. A killers eyes. In Kashkin's eyes, the man standing in front of him almost gave off an aura. It was faint, but it was strong enough for a human to feel. That's just scary.

But then he grinned slightly, drawing out a long, almost low musical tone.

"Roooooooguuuuueeeeee....... Come on out......" It was low enough so normal ears couldn't hear it unless near-by, but for a vampire... well, consider it a creepy invitation.

Kashkin's body tensed slightly. His own blood started pumping faster, for he saw Gabriel's eyes. Any hardened fighter knew that the eyes gave away a lot more than mere words could. The person... no, the being who stood in front of him, those eyes.... They were filled with a power and lust for bloodshed Kashkin had felt maybe once in his life, and that's when he first saw an elder. This was, of course, from about fourty yards away and in a safe place. However, staring at something this strong, those eyes.... They were filled with an experience Kashkin thought twice about. They were ferocious. And did they just glow?

"Nice to meet you, Gabriel.... Rouge. Ah, she's a beautiful woman who's looks can kill you. Literally. I'm out to hunt her because she's a bit of a thorn in the faction's eyes. But... On a deeper level, she is a vampire. One who others follow. I'm merely seeing how far one would have to go to sever the head from the snake, so to speak. Those vampires down in the club I'll get to eventually, and you.... Well, I doubt I could even come close to bringing you down." He paused. "I could introduce her to you if you'd like. She'll come up here eventually, weather or not she does it willingly is the question now."

The being in front of Kashkin was a monster. A king above cannon fodder. He had seen the grotesque and the strong, the fast and the cunning, deformed and perfectionists. Seeing new forms didn't catch him off guard. It was the fact that every one of them that he fought had a different power or use of said power that forced him to adapt to the situation again and again. He always assumed people were vampires. That's how he stayed safe. It was process of elimination if they were or were not, but this wasn't hard to figure out at all.

This would be dangerous. Life threatening, if this man decided to direct his fury at him. Those eyes.....

"The girl brings up a valid point. Sure vampires feed on humans, sure in my early years I slaughtered a lot of humans. However there has never been a slaughter of amongst ourselves such as say...world war 2."

From his position now he could see Rogue clearly and see her situation. Crossing his arms he tapped his chin with a finger that already sported a talon like nail. Setting down next to her he wrapped her arm around her shoulders while giving Kashkin the most sober and sad look he could muster neverminding having moved from one side to the other as quickly as he did.

"For just a few pints you too can safe a life like this young girls here. Hahaha"

He laughed at his own joke, mimicking those commercials that filled late night television of people trying to raise money for the poor and downtrodened of other countries. Removing his arm from her however he dragged a nail across his wrist and fresh human blood mixed with his own black ichor from feeding earlier started to coagulate at the wound. He was cutting off circulation for the time and lifted it to face level with Rogue. All the while he kept his eyes on the hunter although much more casually than before.

"You see you humans only see things from a short perspective, your lives are like vapors and somewhat insignificant in the grand scheme. When you look at the larger picture....vampires have protected humanity from extinction before. Not out of love Ill give you but beggars can't be choosers."

Gabriel was patient his temper was not so short and this human while possibly could pose a threat he did not believe he would tonight. Severly outnumbered as he was. Though he had met some very very radical zealots in South Africa around 1935. To the death was their motto, he had been happy to oblige but the clan of zealot vampires that appeared a few months later in that same town were being a nuisance he had heard to the local elders. His mind digressed again. Refocusing he waited to see where this was going to go.

Kashkin's eyes fell on Rogue and he grinned. He looked from Gabriel to Rogue and back to Gabriel. His words hit him like a wave would hit a boulder. His resolve didn't flinch, but he did have a valid point.

"Hehahaha..... Nice." He paused, his smile vanishing. The black ichor and blood was something Kashkin hadn't seen before. He was staring at two elders for sure now, but upon taking a closer look at Rogue, noticed she was wounded. He had an amazing opportunity here. To kill a wounded vampire. The ideas raced through his head almost too fast for him to keep up.

"Peacekeepers... my a**. Pardon the language, but I you're just as destructive and terrifying as any psycho or angry human, only ten times more dangerous. And besides...." A smile crept up his face like a spider up a web. Slowly, surely, smoothly. This was a sadistic smile that the moonlight just barely touched to further enhance the darkness behind it. "Personal reasons compell me to kill your kind. Weather or not I live as a mere breath of existance in your eyes, I'm still going to make your kind's lungs burn from the inside out. That doesn't necessarily mean yours though..... Unless you know a cure for vamparism."

Kashkin's muscles tensed slightly, but he controlled the bloodlust and urge to fight by a fraction. He, too, was barely holding back. He felt out with his body for the first weapons he would reach for, found them on his back, and got ready to move the second either of them took a hostile action or did something he didn't like.

"And hello there.... Rogue....." Kashkin's smile grew ever so slightly, his eyes then focusing right on hers.

First and foremost, Rogue was a warrior. It was the only reason she had survived this long.

"Kashkin." Her voice resounded of power and depth in its timbre. "Your own mother would be disappointed in her son's wreckless behavior. My only pleasure in dealing with your life, more than to kill you, would be to turn you and let you know of the fight you act out upon in vain.

We protect humanity and have prevented it thus far from destroying itself...Living beyond your means is the first step in an early and untimely death..."