Through the mist of the dark alleyway, a tall hooded figure burst through running. Pursuing from above was a dark menacing shadow which seemed to leap from rooftop to rooftop with ease. The figure turned left, right and left again in a desperate attempt to shake off the pursuer, although to no avail as the shadow was soon back on pursuit. As it leaped to the next rooftop the shadow was momentarily lit up by a neon store light and the image revealed was unbelievable.

An attractive young female dressed in a black lace gown, long black trench coat and heels, hair long and blood red, and a face which symbolised beauty. If one looked closer however a deathly hue would have been revealed.

The tall figure’s hood dropped to reveal the face of a man. An expression of helplessness appeared as he reached a dead end. Panic set in. His eyes darted all over the place looking for his pursuer and an escape. A glance at the night sky revealed a blood-red moon. A bad omen he did not need. He backed himself against the wall anticipating the inevitable assault.

“Show yourself” shouted the man, fear in his voice.

The female was perched on the roof like a gargoyle behind the man. She had watched the man exit the building of the crusaders and had followed him for several minutes unnoticed before she got too close and was surprised when the man detected her. Few things could sense the undead if they wished to remain hidden, let alone a human. She enjoyed chasing him. His fear pushed her on. She relished the conclusion. Now it was time for her to strike.

“Where am I?” she taunted the man as she moved from roof to roof circling him.

The man heard her, knew from her voice that he was dead. Selene was the head and inquisitor of the Theia Clan. He had watched them, and was terrified at the efficiency Selene had when eliminating threats towards her clan and cleaning up afterwards. Even with his skill Jacque could never match a vampire in combat and trapped like a mouse he waited for Selene to make her move.

Selene landed next to Jacque with absolute silence and sunk her fangs into his jugular like a lioness into a gazelle. In a matter of seconds his life was drained from him. She removed her fangs from his neck and licked the few drops of blood on them. Selene scanned the alley and found what she was looking for. A manhole. In a matter of moments Jacque was flowing with the underground sewage. Selene scanned he alley again, satisfied that no trace of her or Jacque was left behind she begun the journey back to her lair.

Marcus emerged from shadows and walked to the manhole, a sign of the cross and prayer for of Jacque. Marcus removed a small vial from his pocket and kissed it, was it not for the relic inside Selene would have detected him. He had a lot to do now that the existence of this vampire clan was confirmed.

“So that your death will not be in vain Jacque, I will finish what you have started and destroy these devils”