Ray smiled wickedly as he gazed at the club scene upon his seat at the bar. Ray had only been in the city for a few days now and not once had he bothered to go back to his apartment earlier then daybreak. Ray was a nocturnal creature and he loved the night life. He watched as human, vampire, and lycanthrope danced in perfect harmony silently laughing to himself on how in the wrong situation the two supernatural creatures would easily tear into the human without a second thought. It was actually why the poor mortals came to these types of establishments. They wanted the thrill of being close to something that could rend their flesh without actually being in complete danger. Ray on the other hand had not chosen the Ravers Paradise for the reason that most had. He chose it because out of the many clubs that dotted the streets of Miami it was one of the few not owned by the Mistress of the City. Ray wished to avoid that undead hyena caller at all costs. He had no plans to becoming anyone’s pets and figured the farther he was from her the better his chances of avoiding just that fate.

Ray did enjoy the club scene however. He loved how the music filled his body urging him to just follow the rhythm and dance. In a sense dancing was a way for Ray to loose himself without completely turning. Ray was not someone who was even remotely ashamed of his animalistic nature, but he did know that turning in front of a crowd of humans wasn’t the smartest thing to do when one wished to stay alive. Ray decided against dancing in the end, enjoying a coke and rum as he watched the crowd instead. He licked his lips erotically as his mind filled with thoughts of just how each one would taste and the thrill he would receive from hunting each one of them down. He practically reveled in these sorts of thoughts and eagerly embraced his hyena in a reassuring hug as it raised its head in interest. His beast had become used to these types of urges and no longer got excited by them like he used too. His hyena knew that Ray would sate the beast’s desires soon enough, Ray never kept the animal waiting for long.

As the images danced through his mind he moved the glass back towards his mouth, allowing the alcohol to sit upon his tongue before swallowing. He hoped that something interesting would occur soon for he was becoming very excited by all the thoughts that kept flittering through his skull.

She closed her eyes as she sat in the back seat of a cab, it was parked in front of one of the clubs she had asked the driver to drive her to...something supernatural. “Yes I’m fine” she barked back harshly to the driver who seemed impatient with her. She handed him the exact money plus an extra five dollars for a tip. If she tipped too well she would be remembered, as if she didn’t tip at all. With five dollars for a tip she seemed to be just fine. The cabbie shouldn’t be able to remember her at all; she looked like a normal teenage girl.

She waited in line and paid her cover charge for the club. Then she headed towards the bathroom the first thing. It wasn’t hard to find it just took a bit of time getting there. With the music playing her head went spinning, she needed some painkiller. She managed to find the bathroom after scrapping around the wall, entering through the female door she pulled open her purse and changed her piercings. She had been wearing see-through piercings that looked almost invisible if you looked upon her face. So the driver and bouncer wouldn’t recall her. She switched her piercings for pure silver, her lip ring, nose ring, and piercing above her lip. Now they were visible. Turning on the faucet she splashed cool water on her face and popped in two Tylenols. She could be taking something stronger but she needed a clear mind for this.

God, she couldn’t help it. But were animals, vampires, they were so filthy. She had this drive inside her to eliminate them, exterminate them. She was packing with two small handguns loaded with silver weapons. It wasn’t a miracle that no one could smell her weapons they were cleaned to a T and then doused heavily with a woman’s cologne. She would only feel right if she found some animal and killed him or her. It was what she had been doing for the past few years even though in her present state it was ‘Illegal’, but the cops never cared once they found out the perp wasn’t human.

She stepped out of the bathroom after she had flushed her fake piercings down the toilet. She cringed as the heavy music hurt her ears, it was like a second tumor. She hadn’t for the life of her thought it would hurt this bad. But she quickly brushed the angry smile off of her face and put something more sweet on. She moved in with the crowd and began to dance, she wasn’t old enough yet to drink anything besides a coke.

Ray’s eyes flashed open suddenly from his daydreams as a peculiar scent filled his nostrils. His eyes searched out the source of the smell, coming upon a younger looking girl that seemed to match the gothic motif of the average human who frequents these sorts of clubs. However, the air around her was different from everyone else who came to this place seeking thrills. Unlike the rest of the sheep she seemed to have no fear. Almost all the other people who came to a club such as this held some personal fear on there well being. It was the reason they came, for the fear made the experience fun. The fact that the women didn’t have that air of fear struck him for it meant that she was here for a different reason. Ray gave an excited hyena chuckle as he stood up from his seat and slowly made his way over to the girl. The fact that she was here for different reasons intrigued the werehyena and he couldn’t wait to find out more about her.

It only took a few seconds for Ray to weave through the crowd and reach the dancing woman. Whether they were supernatural baddies or humans they generally stayed out of Ray’s way. More specifically lycanthrope quickly got out of the man’s path quickly taking in the scent that he was a true alpha. When Ray finally reached the female he began to slowly dance, moving with the rhythm as if hypnotized. He attempted to take in her scent more, to learn more about her before he confronted her. However, what little smells he could normally pick up were blocked by a strong perfume she was wearing. It was if the woman was doused with the stuff and that made Ray wonder just why she wore her perfume so heavily. Not only that, but surprisingly enough the source with the strongest scent of the perfume was not coming from a place where it was usually placed. Most people sprayed their perfume upon their wrists or neck. However, the strongest source of the perfume seemed to come from somewhere else. In the end Ray dismissed the scent deciding that it could have just been a girl paranoid about a smell.

After only a few seconds of dancing in the general vicinity of the girl he decided it was now time to find out more about her. He smiled innocently as he moved in closer now facing her as he danced. He then yelled loud enough so that she could hear it over the music, but so that not too many close by could overhear them, “The name’s Ray. What’s yours?” His smile remained innocent even as his mind entertained wicked thoughts of what the night might bring. As he danced back in forth he allowed her scent to roll through his nostrils enjoying this small amount of fun. As he did so he took in a peculiar scent that he couldn’t quite place, it wasn’t anything that he had ever smelled before, but he knew it was familiar somehow he just needed to figure out why.

She closed her eyes as she danced, swinging her body around. She was moving to the rhythm nearly in tune with it and the thrust of the large crowd. As her eyes were closed she was waiting, waiting for her targeted prey. This club was filled with shifters and as she had heard, was not owned by the Master of the City. So he or she would have no personal interest in finding the person who killed a club member or two. She opened her eyes and swung around, dancing to the music she hated. She hated everything from the pulsing throb to the sound of the large drums. It was enough to make anyone’s ears shatter...though apparently only hers. But it was a club and the music was supposed to be loud. She couldn’t ask them to tone it down a bit this wasn’t a car or a house party. She went with the music wishing that her real pain relievers wouldn’t make her drowsy and get her ‘high’. She needed a clear mind for what she wanted to accomplish tonight.

As she opened her eyes she found that some man had made his way towards her. If he was human then he was of no interest to her. But if he was shifter, then she had all the time in the world for him. She danced with him, their bodies close but far from touching as she was trying to examine him over. How exactly did you know if someone was a shifter? You really could only tell from afar, how they walked, what they ate, and so on and so forth. But this up close and personal...things got much harder. “Jennifer” she chanted loudly over the music. No way in hell was she giving anyone her real name. She wanted to touch his skin, if he was hot that would prove he was a shifter... Downside, he could just be hot from dancing.

She didn’t stop dancing but continued moving within her pattern as she really looked him over. He was muscular and looked older than she was. She had a feeling she could add another ten years. But he looked only a few years older than she. But in all reality, you didn’t just develop muscles overnight...you had to work for them. So that was why she was guessing he was a bit older, another ten or fifteen years older. He had dreadlocks...if only her father could see her now. She smiled at him as she screamed over the music, “What are you”? If he was human then it would totally shock him and make her feel like an idiot...but if he was something else... then he would of course know what she meant.

Perhaps she made a mistake.... She shouldn’t have switched to her regular piercings yet. She should have killed him and then switched to her regular piercings... Though of course she wasn’t stupid enough to try and kill him inside it. She would most likely take him outside the club. And like all good men, they always wanted to leave. She danced thrusting into the music, letting her body go to the rhythm as she waited for her response.

Ray watched curiously as she danced closely making no attempts to move away from Ray. She either was just too lazy to move or she wasn’t completely turned off by Ray. He couldn’t pick up the scent of any real lust like he could when a girl normally wanted to get into his pants, but then again the perfume could have just been masking it. It was then that his ears picked up her shouting over the music, a name, Jennifer. It was then that Ray’s eyes instantly went wide, if only for a second. This woman must not have researched supernatural creatures for very long. Even a person whose lively hood was based off lies could not fool a supernatural being. From what Ray had learned and experienced a vampire could sense a lie and no matter how much perfume a person wore a lycanthrope could smell the lie and hear the heightened heart race, even with the music pumping loudly. Ray didn’t bother mentioning the fact that he could tell she was lying. Most people who came to a club of supernatural baddies were usually trying to escape their current life. A club like this was almost a closer version of Vegas.

Ray kept dancing for a long while, not attempting to press any more questions from her. The fact that she had told him her name and had not immediately dismissed herself meant that she was at least slightly interested. Now he would just have to dance for a bit and at least not completely mess up. If all went well he just might have some real fun tonight, barely a few days in the city and he might already be getting laid. The ladies weren’t as forthcoming as they were in L.A., but he couldn’t deny the fact that a lot of them looked cleaner. Even someone like the girl before her including the piercing looked better then the girls he has seen back in Los Angeles.

Ray smiled though it was hidden behind one of his dreadlocks as he swayed back and forth. Though his face told him that he was having a good time in reality it was getting a little boring. Dancing was fun and all, but compared to everything else that was going on his mind at the moment, mainly sex and violence, it paled in comparison. It was then that another statement slipped the lips of the woman before him, drawing a small smile from his mouth. Apparently when she had accepted his presence there she automatically assumed that he was some sort of supernatural being. Because she asked she clearly wasn’t positive nor knew what sort of flavor he could be, but he didn’t mind. Ray decided to play along with the game and even further advance it. He moved in quickly almost in a blur so that he was right next to her, his skin almost touching. He then whispered into her ear, “I am whatever you want me to be…” He then stood back suddenly and smiled as he continued to dance. He figured that by moving as fast as he did she would obviously know that he wasn’t human. As for figuring out just what he was exactly he would leave it up to either her imagination or whatever deduction methods she chose.

Most of his face was hidden by his dreadlocks so she couldn’t watch what went on behind his eyes. She hoped she had done a good job of telling him she was Jennifer, and he wouldn’t suspect ulterior motives behind asking what he was. Over the period of her short life she had made precious attempts to disguise the real her hiding her eyes and facial expressions very well. She thought she was doing a good job of lying, though she knew nothing more about shifters than the few facts she knew already. The few facts were: that they hate silver, turn during a full moon, all have tribe leaders, and they have crazy species sex every night. Filthy, filthy beings they were!

She watched him as he danced, her eyes never leaving him and his body hoping he would move his dreadlocks out of the way so she could see what lay behind his eyes. She was nearly an expert at reading eyes and facial features. She would have to be such an expert to truly hide her own. She watched as his dreadlocks swung back and forth, and it was exhilarating work keeping your eyes so dedicated on a person that you lost the exact beat of the rhythm since your mind was busy elsewhere. She was looking at him like procrastinators who study their notes right before their midterm. His dreadlocks swung out of the way of his bottom half of his face and she could tell that he was smiling, almost happy that she had asked that. She continued to dance and then one second he was there and her eyes couldn’t register where he had gone. She instinctively knew that that was a bad thing and she was reaching for her weapons which looked like she was reaching for her hips when a voice rang clearly in her ears. He didn’t seem like he wanted to hurt her but it would be strange for her to leave her hands hanging there by her waist so she grabbed onto each side of her hips and changed her dance moves. Then by the time her eyes adjusted yet again to a mysterious force she was back in front of her again, like nothing had happened.

He had in fact not told her he wasn’t human, but showed her. He wasn’t human for certain! She was smiling and smiling behind her smile, almost patting herself on her back again. For she had determined yet again a shifter from a human. She had a hundred percent rate of killing shifters. If for chance she accidentally picked up a human...even though they might talk...she could never, ever kill a fellow human being—even if it meant jail time for her. She looked up at him even though his face was hidden away she knew that he was watching her. It wouldn’t be her to ask to leave the club; she would make him do it. She responded to him, not with words but actions. She brought her tongue out of her mouth and licked along her top lip ever so seductively. She would let him make of it what he would. She would have winked but she just couldn’t wink without physically holding one of her eyes closed while the other was then left to wink. It would look...silly, very, very silly.

Ray gave a smile of all ecstasy as he watched her expression change. She had not expected his movements in the least and Ray was hoping for just sort the reaction she had given. “Jennifer,” or whatever her real name was just the type of person Ray enjoyed meeting in a club such as this. They were people who thought they were fearless, not coming for the cheap thrills like all the other tourists. They came with determined looks on their faces, with goals in their head to make them not scare easily, Ray liked making sure they knew that they could be still scared regardless. He swayed back and forth on the dance floor for a little while after his show. His eyes practically pierced through his dreadlocks watching her carefully, almost like a beast during a hunt.

Ray only had to watch her for a few seconds before she immediately responded to his own actions. Ray watched as the girl licked her lips, causing small tingling sensations to run throughout his body. A wide devilish grin spanned across his face as he kept watching the girl. Ray felt it as his hyena raised its head suddenly, now quite interested within the girl that they had been dancing with. Ray could tell by how his animal reacted that it wanted her, or at least sex, and who was he to deny his creature such. His mind quickly filled with all sorts of naughty thoughts as he immediately pegged her for some type of super freak in the bed. He knew then that she had given Ray the signal to possibly further the relationship. However, Ray didn’t want to immediately jump on it like some carrion left behind by some bigger predator. Ray had met quite a few ladies at establishments that catered to supernaturals and throughout his time he had met quite a few women who acted as if they were willing to go all the way, but then backed out at the last second. To tell a human that it was a horrible feeling was an understatement. Not only did a supernatural have to get themselves under control when it stopped midway, but they also had to calm down their animal, not an easy feat.

Ray decided that he would act on his desires, but he would find out just how ready this girl was, or if she was just a tease. He moved in this time slowly, even for human standards. Within a few seconds he was once again on top her, his hands moving just above her body caressing her without actually touching her. To the outside view they just seemed like another couple dancing closely together. However, Ray had planned just very that in order to be able to get close to her and test her limits. As he hovered just on top of her he moved his head to her exposed neck, hovering his mouth just over it. He then whispered into her ear from that weird angle, “You want to get out the here?” Ray did not however, move his head away from her neck; instead he lingered for a moment making sure to flick his tongue only for a second against her whiter skin. It was only a moment, but he knew it would have an effect on her either way. Before Ray pulled away he took in her scent once more, enjoying it thoroughly. It was as Ray took a step back away from her that he realized just what that peculiar scent was. He smiled as he thought about how strange it was that he could notice it. He knew that dogs were capable of such things, but that a hyena could do it would certainly interest the doctors. Ray didn’t say anything about it though, instead deciding it was best to simply keep that bit of information for later.

She loved the way he grinned after she licked her lips and continued dancing. She had to control herself because her eyes wanted to wander down to his groin to see if it was bulging or not. But to actually take things further with a were animal? That was absolutely disgusting! It took all her concentration for her eyes and body language not to appear conflicted. Because if he sensed how grossed out she was, he would certainly leave her alone. And there was something about him she just didn’t like. Her brain was screaming for her to kill him now. She would never admit it, never but in some ways she was like the things she hunted. She needed to see their blood spill, it was an obsession almost.

She watched as he moved closer to her, dancing near her so near that it looked like they should be touching...but they weren’t. He was keeping his distance like a rabbit that knows that something is out there. She had to make up for what she felt about were animals. As his tongue met her neck she let out a subtitle moan. “Sure I thought you’d never ask” she replied answering his earlier question, trying to keep her voice heard from the loud music. She stopped dancing and turned around to face him her hand out for his so that they wouldn’t be separated from the crowd as they tried to leave it. She was bumped by another woman in her elbow but paid no mind, they were packed like packrats here, bundled so close together.

She smiled again as she pictured him in half an hour, dead. She could see it now him just lying somewhere perhaps in a street, alleyway or cheap motel room. He would have multiple gunshot wounds on him, which the police would later find out to be silver. Though they wouldn’t find the weapon of the murder, nor could she imagine them caring as soon as they found out he wasn’t human. She looked at him now, so alive she wanted to do something to make him come to her. He seemed...surprised about something. What was wrong?

Ray took in the moan that she let out in response to the flick of his tongue, getting more excited with each passing moment. Ray smiled his eyes absorbing her, practically screaming all the fun things he wanted to do to her body. His smile only grew impossibly wider as the woman agreed to leaving the club and possibly heading somewhere else. He allowed his hand to fall into her own, silently fallowing without complaining. Ray was a dominant creature by nature, but he enjoyed the occasional female thinking they were the ones in power. It helped make them feel safe and made it all the sweeter for Ray when he took over the situation.

Ray bumped into a few patrons as they walked out, but almost all the ones he bumped into were human and thus did not know better. Supernatural predators generally made sure they kept their distance when a supernatural and human were together. Vampires didn’t want to interrupt their kind attempting to get a meal and lycanthropes did mess with those who were possibly more dominant then they. As they became closer to reaching one of the side entrances he watched as the girl turned her head and took notice of the surprised look he had on. Ray quickly hid his expression realizing that he needed to keep her mind away from his own thoughts. With that in mind he moved closer to her the front of his body brushing up against her back. Ray then leaned in closer and said, “You’re a naughty girl. If you are at all worried, don’t. I don’t bite, much.” Ray then allowed his other hand to move and caress her side, moving it about in circles.

Within a few minutes the two of them were out the door and in an abandoned alleyway. It was then that Ray moved away from her deciding he would have a little fun with her mentally before they moved on to physically. He began to let out a laugh, it becoming warped to match that of a hyena’s. When he knew that she was watching him he gave her a mischievous look. Ray then said, “I have to admit that I was fairly curious as to why you so quickly grew an interest in me. I am confident in myself, but not many girls come to a club like this actually planning on sleeping with a lycanthrope. However, you, you had me fooled that you came here in clean conscious. You didn’t though; you have a dirty little secret that brought you here. How funny…” Ray then remained silent his mouth practically salivating from the revelation he had already. He wondered how she would react, how would she take the fact that he knew about her disease. Dieing was a good as a reason as any to try new things. Sleeping with a werehyena was a new thing to a lot of people.

And just like that he took her hand and she twisted and curved her way around the crowd, leading them to the exit door. He was like a puppy on a leash. She had a feeling that she could lead him into the inferno of hell and he wouldn’t notice. She chuckled slightly at the thought of that. Sure he’d notice and if he had any brains in him he wouldn’t follow her. She wasn’t a siren or a vampire with seduction powers, just a normal psychopathic girl who despised were creatures beyond means.

“What makes you think I’m worried” she replied. “Maybe you should be” she replied as she chuckled amused. He caressed the side of her body, god that felt wonderful. But it was oh so disgusting; he was a shifter, an animal with fleas! She didn’t seem to like this game at all. She wanted to bring him fear in a bit.... But this was going to be hard. He was like a seventeen year old boy who had had his way with his first prostitute. He wasn’t thinking she was a threat...but she would show him.

It seemed they didn’t use the main exit because they ended up into an abandoned alleyway. Great. She watched as he moved away from her, she was wondering what he was planning. Did...did he know someone who had died up in St. Louis? Could he possibly have connected her? He laughed and she was amused but she showed a curious expression on her face. If he had connected her...well then she would have to find out who else knew and kill them...along with him of course.... He was after all her main target right now.

She watched as she gave him a curious look on her face, different from the earlier one. It showed a bit of surprise and remorse. What did he know? It was nearly impossible for him to smell her two guns. She cleaned them thoroughly, masked their smell, and never, ever got blood on them. She placed her hands on her hips to be closer to her weapons. If he wanted to strike now she wouldn’t have a good chance!

“Really?” She questioned in surprise. “I was sure this being Florida and all, girls like to party...piss of parents...boyfriends” she replied trailing off a list of things. “And what pray tell is my dirty little secret” she questioned getting a bit nervous. “Maybe” she replied getting an idea. “I just have a fetish for were animals” she threw it out there.

Ray watched excitingly as the female began to squirm, apparently his statement had hit some type of nerve with the girl. It did strike him a little odd however, that she was so unnerved by his statement. It was true that finding out something as big as he did was not an every day average feat, but he didn’t think it was anything to be ashamed of. Ray watched the girl place her hands upon her hips expecting it purely to be an enticing mood to only raise the werehyena’s sexual appetite. He noticed something odd near the front of her pants, but he couldn’t quite tell what it was. Ray didn’t tarry on the object for long for he was having way too much fun admiring the rest of her body. He scanned her up and down, noting the curves of her body and every part about her. Ray really did think she was good looking and seeing as she was willing to come out here with him he might be able to see those curves up close and without the clothes marring their beauty.

Ray brought his attention back to the girl’s face as she began to speak, attempting to decipher just what he had been talking. He smiled almost mockingly as she began to list various reasons for her comfort around Ray. The clever little lady even gave the option of her simply enjoying the company of all things were. Ray let out another laugh as he thought about that for a second wondering just how true that statement was. Ray then turned to the women and said, “Don’t worry Jennifer…I know for a fact you get your marbles off by my touch. I can smell the lust and attraction off you when I touch you. However, whether you truly admit that stands to be another thing.” Ray then went silent for a few moments allowing the suspense to build up. He then smiled once more as he went on to say, “No your reasoning for coming here is of a darker matter. Did you know that dogs have been eighty percent accurate when attempting to look for signs of cancer?” Ray suddenly began to slowly move closer his body swaying back and forth showing the fact that he wasn’t completely human.

When he was finally right on top of her he took in another large whiff of her, making sure that she got the full effect of it. Ray then said, “They say that it is in the genes, almost like a sixth sense. I can smell it upon you girl. It is like an odorless stench that I can smell for some reason. Judging from its stink you have it bad, probably don’t have much longer to live either.” Ray then moved his face that it stared at her, and then he slowly gazed upon her whole body, slowly moving from her feet back to her face. Ray then went on to say, “Some girls even though excited by the idea of sleeping with a lycanthrope would never do it. However, with a little extra push, say an incurable disease they might just do things they never would. I offer you this cause I believe it should be a gift and a choice, but not something pushed upon people. If you want lycanthropy you don’t have to have sex with me. If you want it then you just have to ask it. Do you want to trade in your disease for another?” Ray then went silent making sure to watch both her expressions and her body language carefully. Ray was acting quite out of character by offering her this. Normally the werehyena lacked empathy and could careless what happened to others. However, taking control of women and forcing himself on others left a bad taste in his mouth. Not only that, but he didn’t want to have sex with a girl only to find out that the dumb girl thought she would contract lycanthropy from it and not regretted it. He gave her options expecting that it was the real reason why she searched out for someone like him. If she said yes then he might honestly give her what she wanted, but if she said no he would be just as fine with it. It was her life she could do whatever she wanted with it.

She watched as he looked her over, like a man eyeing a precious desert. She wanted to grab her guns and shot him full of silver but they were so close to the club. Surely someone would see them together! They would notice him and try to remember the female he left with, her. She watched as he smiled, he was playing with her. It was rather annoying. Another brilliant reason for them to be taken off of this earth. Get off by his touch? His touch was loathsome! Loathsome indeed. She stepped back as he quoted something about dogs. Cancer, what about cancer? “I see the statistics lie, were animals can be smart” she witfully retorted, pissed. He was heading too close to home.

She didn’t know why but she didn’t draw her weapons yet. She was curious, what animal was he? He was so near her that they both could have dropped their pants and had intercourse but he just sniffed her, getting her scent. She was reminded of an attack dog that took a whiff of some marijuana to find people who had in their procession marijuana. Or perhaps a large snow dog that helped find people trapped underneath the snow. She couldn’t help but blush, angry that he was reading her so well. But he was amiss, she didn’t have cancer...she had a tumor.

She laughed as she backed away from him, moving so that instead of the one trapped without a way to go; he was now the trapped one. She switched their positions and now she was the one with access to the street while he just had a little corner with nothing to hide behind. She took a step away form him, and another step. “I like my disease just fine” she retorted. “And you don’t have a disease, you have the plague” she spat out angrily. She reached in her pants and pulled out two loaded handguns, safety off.

She watched his face, watching the expression on his face. “And by the way, it’s a brain tumor. Not cancer” she replied as she stepped back again. “And just between us, you’re not my type” she replied laughing. She hoped he would now understand why she wanted to get out of the club. She wanted to kill him and nothing more. “Au Revoir” she replied in imperfect French as she pulled the trigger multiple times.

Her only regret right now was never finding out exactly what animal he was. She guessed he was a plain old fashioned werewolf since that was the most common of the strand of virus. Her second guess would be rat. That was just plain out disgusting. The forms of cat lycanthropy were harder to catch and he just didn’t seem the catty type. It was usual before she made a kill to ask what sort of species he was, so she could put it in her mental memory bank. Like a trophy from each victim she made mental lines in her mind, counting each type and the specs of battle.

((OOC: Sorry for kind of godmodding the dumpster's location, but technically a dumpster is in pretty much all alleyways. Not only that, but you can't technically kill a character without the person's permission and I felt this was a more reasonable surival method then simply dodging all the bullets matrix style))

Ray smiled confidently even as the woman’s face transformed from the lustful smile to one of disgust. He hadn’t actually expected her to really want to sleep with her if he were indeed right about his guess. However, just because he wouldn’t get laid didn’t mean he didn’t want to press her buttons regardless. Ray even almost chuckled as Jennifer finally spoke up and answered with a really angry comment pertaining to an animal’s intelligence. His laughter did cut short however, as she herself began to laugh hysterically. He hadn’t expected her to recover from her anger so quickly, but instead of being angry by this he was just curious. Ray watched as the women began to back up a bit this time switching their positions. Now Ray went from curious to paranoid, he did not like how she kept fidgeting around and moving about. Normally at this point the woman would either storm off pissed or rip his clothes off. She had done neither and that was really putting him on edge.

Ray barely took a quick glance around as the woman continued to back away attempting to look for some type of ambush. In the end he could smell no one else in the area. The alleyway was practically empty excluding a lone dumpster that stood along the wall next to him. As Ray listened to her preach about the lycanthropy disease that he realized what exactly was going on. He didn’t even need to see the guns that she pulled out to know that they were fully loaded, safety off, and trained on him. Ray’s face didn’t contort to one of anger or surprise; instead it remained in a confident smile. He listened to her further talk about how a tumor was unlike a cancer. He even nodded his head in agreement as she went on to talk about how they weren’t very compatible.

The second that she had begun to speak in French he was on the move. He didn’t even listen to the click of the first bullet as it left its chamber. He used his supernatural speed to easily contend with the speed of gun firing, racing towards the dumpster. Ray figured that she had clearly thought him dead and would not bother to shoot at the path he would need to take to get to the dumpster in order to prevent him. With seconds Ray was behind the dumpster, its steel shell giving him cover from the oncoming fire. Without even thinking Ray withdrew his own piece which he kept hidden tucked away within his own pants. Ray smiled as he held the gun within his hands thinking of his days in his gang and all the people he had killed while in certain situations like this. Ray only peeked out for a second confident that his accuracy was better. He then let loose his own barrage aiming for her legs in order to make her immobile. When they had separated previously she had chosen the open street leaving him only the dumpster. Ray could only hope that she had become so confident that she would win the gunfight that she had not kept any escape routes in mind. Thus she might have her guard down and not expect the fact that Ray had a gun as well.

oOc-Shame but the matrix has sweet moves.

In all honesty she hadn’t expected him to move, none of them had moved before when she shot at them. Of course they had no place to run, no place to hide. She gasped out seconds later when she was expecting to see a body lying on the ground. Nothing. Where the hell had he gone? Her head was pounding so that she used one of her gun hands to press pressure against the right side of her face. She stepped back in awe, she hadn’t seen that dumpster there! “Stop hiding” she shouted at him annoyed, “die like a MAN” she screamed at him, frustration coursing through her voice.

Though it was silly for her to tell him to die like a man when in fact she had tried hunting him down like an animal. She watched as he peaked from the dumpster she ran towards it at a human pace with both guns in front of her. She was dizzy now and her pounding head was making it worse, much worse. She fired shots at the dumpster, most of them in anger. But what she was packing, none of them would go through the dumpster. It all happened in a matter of moments but it felt as if some giant bug had bitten her leg. That stopped her in her tracks, the piercing pain. She hadn’t had the strong urge to scream out; she had felt pain worse than it...all of it in her head. And she was experiencing pain far worth than a bug bite. She wanted to look down to see what sort of poisonous spider had climbed upon her leg and bitten her, but all she could see was blood. She hadn’t yet put it together that it was a gunshot that had pierced her right leg.

Still she was tough, she wasn’t going to back down and chicken out. She wasn’t afraid right now about the gunshots she had fired and what if someone saw her or called the police. None of those things mattered right now. She was panting, guns both pointed at the dumpster. The only thing that mattered right now was killing him! Sweat formed from her grip on her guns, making her grip loose and greasy. This was by far her hardest kill. And she would earn her kill tonight. She fired again into the dumpsters only stopping when both of her guns clicked empty.

She stood almost paralyzed wondering where her backup ammo was. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember where she had placed it. She began to search her body while Ray was hiding behind some trash dumpster like the coward of his species. It was then when she realized, it was only obvious that he was a rat. The thought made her smirk with pleasure as she opened up her purse and checked. No ammo there...where the hell had she placed her back up ammo? She did bring some, right?

She backed up, which was a hard thing to do with her pain stricken leg. She knew the pain was there, but it was like she didn’t care. The pain in her head had overrode any other pain in any other places. What the hell should she do? Shit!

((OOC: I played it out so if you want you can struggle and contract lycanthropy, but if you don’t want it you can just say you didn’t get scratched up to you))

Ray was a little angry at himself that he had not noticed the guns within her pants prior, but he wasn’t extremely furious. He actually laughed as he heard her shout over the sound of gun shots. He could hear the frustration straining through her voice, due to her preparedness Ray probably wasn’t the first lycanthrope she had tried to kill before. However, judging from the way she reacted to him not being dead it was a fairly safe bet to assume that he was the first lycanthrope to not actually immediately get killed after she revealed herself for what she truly was.

Ray didn’t bother to attempt to peak out again once the smell of human blood hit his nostrils. He knew that his prior shots had apparently struck her and now she was wounded. Ray had to admit that he was a little surprised that she did not immediately scream out in pain, but he knew that it still had to hurt fairly bad. He had seen friends of his shot on the streets and the pain that a person was in after getting shot couldn’t be compared to by much. He stayed hidden behind that dumpster for a few minutes allowing the panic stricken girl to fire off round after round within the comfortable safety of his metallic dumpster. He smelled the gun powder strongly as it was released from the gun barrel again and again. He smelled the sweat as it rolled off her body steadily, her mind calm and panicking at the same time. Then suddenly the gun shots ceased and instead it was replaced by the constant clicking of empty guns. He smiled triumphantly to himself as he waited for a few more seconds allowing the arrogant huntress to dig for more bullets. He didn’t want to kill the girl which was the only reason why he hadn’t aimed for her heart. Not only would he be quickly hunted down by the cops for killing a human, but the crazed girl intrigued him. Though she had some sick twisted ideals he liked that about her and liked her moxy.

Ray remained silent for only a few more seconds expecting that to be the correct amount of time for any normal person to locate a spare clip. When the sound of reloading didn’t quickly accompany the ruffling of a purse he knew he had her. He listened as she slowly began to back up, but he wasn’t planning on letting her escape at that moment. He leaped over the dumpster in a blur of speed showing that his movements in the club had been him just playing with her in comparison of what he was really capable. Within seconds he was before her and he quickly moved to slap both the guns out of her hands and to pounce upon her. As he charged for her he laughed and said, “Seems I was off about the cancer, but can you blame me cancer usually accompanies a tumor. As for my plague don’t make me laugh. You sound like members of my own kind, all fools. What I have is a gift not a curse, you all have just been blinded by the church and other dumb activists.” Ray didn’t say another word as his body moved to collide with her. He hoped that she would be too distracted to truly fight back and her hands to sweaty to properly hold the guns.

oOc-Alright. Decisions, decisions. Hope my posts alright.

She tried to back up but when she did she was instantly grabbed, she wasn’t going to die without a fight. In her mind now were animals were like tumors and she was the exterminator...and each were animal she killed helped her battle the giant mess of tumors. She wasn’t taken from behind but yet got a bird’s eye view, if only her human eyes could have kept up. She didn’t have the breath in her to reply, nor did she care about a witty conversation. Though the guns were loosely in her hands they were brushed out of her hand. Though her right hand, which was her best hand was the one she concentrated on her grip more. She lost her left hand gun but kept a firm grip on her right hand. Though she wasn’t strong enough the head seemed to be the weakest part of the body. She took her right gun and even though she couldn’t project enough distance and speed to really hurt she bashed it with all her might into his face.

In a flash she was brought to the floor as she was jumped by him. She was struggling even though the pain in her head was great. It was the sort of pain you would do anything to make it go away, including blowing out your own brains. Which happened to be the case. What were the odds of her meeting another teenager the same age as her with a brain tumor? They were both dying and both in a lot of pain. They used to talk sometimes but then one day Max blew his brains out, the pain was too intense for him to handle. She had then lost her right handed gun and began to use her boots to kick him. Using her strong feet she proceeded to bash him in with her legs, though in all reality it was probably annoying tickles to his skin.

As she did that something scratched her in the inside of the boot. The pain was great and left quickly enough but still with a sore taste. It was then she remembered where she had left her ammo. In her boots. She had two loadable cartridges in each boot, four extra cartridges or clips total. It was nearly impossible enough to reach for them; no way would he pause and let her load up. Though he seemed to not think she had any, so to him the guns were useless to take them away from her. He knew she had no ammo. She screeched a horrible sound, perhaps someone could help her. She would tell them that they fought and struggled for the guns and that was the reason her fingerprints were all on them. Of course if the police ran the gun bullets in a crime lab in Missouri they would find the murder weapon to over two hundred lycans and vampires.

Ray smiled triumphantly as the gun in the woman’s left hand went flying across the alleyway. He wasn’t able to completely knock away the other yet, but he figured getting rid of one weapon was at least better then none. As he attempted to knock not just her over, but also the last gun out of her hand, she began to retaliate. Ray had expected her to fight back; after all if she was angry enough to try and kill him in the first place she wouldn’t just roll over for him. It was in this moment that he noticed the butt of the gun homing in at his face at the last second. He knew that even with lycanthrope speed he couldn’t completely dodge it, but he could make it hurt a lot less. He used that last second to dip his head forcing the butt of the gun to only collide with the top of his skull. Though it stung a bit and would probably bring a headache later it was the best he could do. Ray had learned quite a bit about fighting while on the streets and one of the major styles he learned was fighting dirty. A gang banger always had to be ready for a cheap punch from a rival crew. It’s why he had learned fairly young that if one couldn’t avoid a punch to the face they should always dip their head and make sure the fist impacts the top of the skull. Out of the whole head it was the strongest bone and would break a man’s knuckles long before it was crushed.

It was only seconds later after her attempt to beat him off that the two fell towards the ground, the gun in her right hand becoming dislodged and sent careening as well not soon after. Before he could better ensnare her legs he felt those boots of hers against his chest. It stung a little, but no more then what the hyena was used to. He had taken daily licks from not only his own Father, but werehyenas from all over. They were territorial creatures, like all lycanthropes, and one would have to expect some form of punishment for trying to encroach on their turf. He smiled wickedly as he moved to get her legs under control, to pin them down with his own. As he moved to do that his hands also moved to pin down her arms so that once her legs were stopped she wouldn’t flail with her fists. It was then that the girl let out the most annoying and terrible scream. In all honesty he hadn’t expected the crazy women to do such, but it had certainly put a damper in his mood. He didn’t plan to hurt the girl or even to give her away to the cops. He could care less what she did to other lycanthropes, he only jumped her cause it was him who she was trying to kill.

Ray growled dangerously at her as he looked deep within her eyes. He then chuckled a bit as he said, “I am surprised at you girl. You talk a big game, but the second your butts on the line you cry like a baby for help. It’s not so funny once the tables are turned. Listen Jennifer… Couple things you should probably know if you ever try this again. One don’t lie, a lycanthrope can smell it. Two don’t ever talk all big like that, you alert the predator. Three, well don’t think you are so much better then us. Your disease isn’t much better honey. We got to hunt on a full moon, seems you like to hunt more then that.” Ray then chuckled once more as he bent over to go as if in for a kiss, but then quickly pulled back not stupid enough to leave himself open for some crazy head butt or a last second bite attempt. He then slapped her once, using as minimal power as he could, before saying, “Remember the name, Ray Benjamin. Feel free to look me up some time; I would love to play again with you.”

That was that, Ray stood up and was gone in almost a second. He didn’t feel like spending anymore time and possibly getting caught, nor did he really want to stop the girl. He thought what she was doing was quite interesting and couldn’t wait to see how it would play out when she finally went after the wrong lycanthrope. Using his lycanthrope speed he didn’t worry about her catching up to him or even some how shooting him in the back. He had blitzed off towards the major street and to attempt to take a shot at him, even if he was running at a human pace, would easily get her picked up by the cops. As he raced back to his motorcycle he felt his hyena within get excited. All that fighting and blood and gotten his hyena hungry, he would have to hunt tonight.

oOc-Sorry the endings short, I don’t have a lot of time.

He made an attempt to pin her down, and she didn’t go easily but she did end up going down, pinned. Lycans as a fact had more strength than any human. She was afraid now that she was going to die, here and now by some diseased creature. Fear raced through her eyes and she couldn’t help it. Not once had things gone so horribly wrong. She gulped as best as she could as he grinned, their eyes made contact and she hide her scared look, looking fearful and mad. He gave her some facts about lycans, and it left her to wonder while she was in his peril if they were true or not. Could they be true?

‘Remember’...

So he wasn’t going to kill her then? She felt less scared when he said that. He knew as she knew that since she was a human they would make an effort to find her killer. And they wouldn’t suffer with any moral qualms about sentencing her lycan killer to death. Ray Benjamin. She would know that name from now on, she would know his face, know every single detail—she wouldn’t forget! He left her to her own mess and was then gone. She picked herself up from the ground and scrounged up her two guns, pulling into her boot and locking and loading them. Once loaded and ready to shoot she slid them back into their two gun holsters on either side of her body. She exited the alleyway, her leg still limping. What only choice did she have but to go to the hospital? She would go home first, put her guns away then go to the hospital. She didn’t have a permit for those weapons, nor any weapon, not to matter it was concealed.

She hobbled down the street trying to walk how a normal person would walk. She raised her hand for a cab hiding her bloodied leg, no cabbie in their mind would pick her up if she was wounded. She gave him an address a few blocks from her home. Once he arrived there she paid him and hobbled the few blocks towards home. She would have to inspect her wound first.

"Ray Benjamin" she whispered in utter disgust. She'd get him, and his friends and family pet too!