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He quickly shifted his weight to the ground, punching forward and collapsing the roof, falling through with the man's sudden movement, tossing at the man a small orange vial. Damn he's fast...

He suddenly pulls out a few handguns aiming them at Xandora. "You know far too much." He puts a bit of pressure on the trigger then randomly he turns the guns to his head. "...******** OFF!" He shakes his head and drops the guns. He makes a quick dash for the window and dives out.

-he pulls his hopper into a garage and his men unload, they had moved to another camp for the day-

*feels the side of face, and there is blood dripping down as she runs....and she KNOWS this lycan is after her. three deep cuts...might take a while to heal.

she shoves the thought of the pain and the burning and runs down an alleyway that is very dark...not thinking of the shadow shi right now.


she dives behind a dumpster and waits for her pursuer. kaei, you must become the hunter right now. not the hunted. not the hunted. *she whips out her 2 guns and waits....waiting*

*she wondered while she lie there if the deep scratches would scar. in any matter though she had lost a good deal of blood...they were still dripping.

she got up slowly looking at the dead lycan a few feet from her. she spit on it and picked up one of the clips she dropped and her gun. she went over to the lycan and pulled the knife from it wiping the blood off on her pants, and lit a cigarette.

she knew she had to feed...for the smell of her own blood was awakening the painful bloodlust. she went out into the city hunting yet again.*

((night all))

Gaijin watched the now-sleeping Logan and leaned back against the wall, sitting near the foot of the bed. In the darkness, his neon violet gaze was able to make out her chest rising and falling, and a kind of cute look on her face while she slept, the moonlight streaming in through the window. He moves off the bed, walking around to the head, leaning down and kissing her forehead. I'll be back. With that, he turns and heads for the door, locking it behind him and going downstairs and out. He locks this door as well, pulling his jacket in close around him. He slips his shades on from his pockets, looking over the city as he goes.

Gaijin made his way down the street, eyes searching the darkness illuminated by his special shades. The entire night was shown in shades of red, showing as if it were bright as day except being in red. He moved through the city, turning down an alleyway where he knew Logan had been attacked the other day. He was going to try and find those Vampires, and the place to start was where they had ambushed Logan. He came to the place, kneeling down. He brushed away a light layer of snow and found ash. The sun must of obliterated the evidence of Logan's rescue. He dug through the clothes, reaching into the pocket of a pair of jeans to pull out a wallet. Inside the wallet was the ID of the Vapire, named Jason Reeves, and an address. It looked like it wasn't too far from here. This must have been their hunting grounds. Gaijin saw the fangs of the Vampire laying in the ashes and plucked them out of the pile, slipping them and the ID into his pocket.
Gaijin stood, knowing the street that had been named and began making his way in that direction. He had to go down some dark alleys, and he was sure that one of these times he would be ambushed, but it didn't end up happening. He came through the area unscathed to a crossing street where a jewlers with a house over it was. He looked at the number, 332, and knew that this was the place. He looked both ways down the street and saw that it was empty. Jogging across the street, he went to the side of the building to where a fire escape was. He climbs up the later to the top floor, where a light was on. He looked into the window and saw 5 people lounging in chairs and couches, one of them missing an arm. The Hunter smiled and knew that these were the Vampires he had saved Logan from.
Gaijin reached into his jacket and pulled out his katana, sliding it out of the sheath, sliding the sheath into the loop on his belt for this purpose. He pulled a vial of Holy Water from the sheath on his belt, having not used it in so long. After all, taking the head off or shooting a Vampire through the skull had been enough so far. But now, it was personal and these vampires were going to die. No mistakes. He pulled the cap off with his teeth and turned it so the side of the blade was facing up, pouring the Holy Water over it and letting it cover the blade. He corked the vial, sliding it back into the hold for it. It was time.
Gaijin kneeled down on the fire escape, curling his legs and bunching his muscles for a leap. He drove himself forward putting his arms over his head as he smashed through the window and hit the ground, rolling over his back and up into a crouch. He brought the katana around, slicing through the chest of the first Vampire before it even had the chance to react to his presence. The other four came to their feet as Gaijin's left hand was reaching behind his back. He brought one of his .44 Magnum Dersert Eagles up and around from behind his back and fired into the skull of another, the vampire falling back into his chair dead before he knew what was happening. One of the Vampires drew a gun but was much too eager for the kill and didn't do it quite smoothly enough. He pulled the trigger too soon and the bullet missed anything vital, slamming into Gaijin's forearm. Grinding his teeth past the pain, Gaijin leaped out of the crouch and shoved his sword through the gunman's chest. Gaijin dropped to his knees as he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and shots from another Vampire slammed into the wall. Gaijin kicked his left foot out, snapping the foor of this new assailant and it fell forward onto Gaijin even as his right hand was going to the dagger on his thigh. Gaijin pivots on his feet, shoving his shoulder into its chest and its thrown down. Gaijin leaps onto his victim as he draws the wickedly-curved, foot long dagger. The blade went through the Vampire's throat, choking the victim on his own blood and his eyes rolled back. Gaijin sat up, looking around and seeing the last Vampire, the one whose arm he'd taken earlier, running for the door. He drew one of the throwing blades from the sheath on his hip and sent it flying. The blade slammed into the back of its knee and he went flying forward into a fall as his leg fell off from the burning of the Holy Water and the impact of the blade.
Gaijin stood, walking over to the last of the Vampires who had attacked Logan and kicked him over onto his back. He placed his foot on the thing's neck, drawing his other gun in his right hand and pointing it at the thing's stomach. You made a BIG mistake Vampire. See, usually I wouldn't give a damned about your little war with the Lycans, but you happened to attack the one Lycan I love and you never make a Hunter mad and let him live. Because you WILL die. Unfortunately for you, I'm not nice enough to let you live and learn. Nor will I let you die quickly. He raised his foot and brought it down hard on the Vampire's mouth, busting off the fangs. He smirked and fired 3 rounds into the man's stomach, placing his foot on his throat and stepping on it. Don't worry though. You'll die eventually. But there's no hurry. We have all night. Gaijin reached down, pulling another of the blades from his sheath. He leans down, and that is when the screaming started.
Three hours later, the screaming stopped abruptly and started to become nothing more than a gurgle which also eventually faded away to silence. Gaijin retrieved the two blades he'd thrown, his dagger, katana, and Desert Eagle, putting them away. He put his foot up onto the windowsill and stepped out, dropping onto the fire escape. His arm where he'd been shot was bandaged, and he turned the silver bullet over in his hand before tossing it away. Damn immortals.
Gaijing climbed slowly down to the street and let out his breath, working his arm and wincing in pain. He looks around to find that no one had come to see what all the screaming was about and found that pretty odd. Gaijin moved off down the street and towards his apartment. He needed to get back to Logan, he'd left her alone too long. Gaijin came to the door, unlocking it and closing it behind him. He went up the stairs and opened up the apartment to find Logan was fine. He let out a sigh of relief, pulling up a chair beside the bed and sitting down into it beside her. He stroked her hair with his right hand. Well... I guess they won't be bothering you again.
The next day, the police would find the skin of a man on the floor spread eagle and the skinned body, missing both arms and one leg which were later found in a dumpster, was held up from the ceiling by a rope around his leg. The teeth of the victim were missing, and a large pile of ash and clothes was found near a broken window with blood everywhere.

She was still wary of the apartment, making sure the door seperating the bedroom from the rest of the apartment was closed. The guns he had dropped, she slipped them onto her belt with the aid of some spare holsters she had in her pack. Moving her knives from her belt to her upper arm, she used the few things in her pack, to make it easier for herself.

The barbs, she had removed by sitting on the floor and digging them out. The wound had healed over, though it was still sore. Her shoulders and stomach ached, but nothing she couldnt handle. She's taken the bandages off, only faint scarring remained. Letting out a breath, she relents and rubs her arms. Looking towards the drier, she sighs. "Sorry, but you need heating."