Bloodied Street (Open)

[Benji Gatz]

Frigid was the air that swelled around the crowd of people on the downtown street. Mobbed around a mutilated body that now bore little resemblance of a man. Dry blood coating the street like a crimson blanket, the face of the man was hidden behind a dark veil of long hair no one was predisposed of moving. Mostly in fear of what sort of contortion it had captured during final breaths.

Gatz stood above, perched on top of an apartment building located just a few yards from the body. Wearing a double breasted high quality casual suit jacket, buttoned up with his hands in the pockets his foot was placed on the edge of the building. While he leaned over heedless of the height to get a better view of the scene that he was investigating.

Slowly his eyes scrupulously, at the right time, gazed onto a figure in a nearby car that began to move. Seemingly to have been frozen in that spot for some time just gawking in horror at the body. Gatz wondered what they were doing there and for what reason were they to have been in the car unseen.

[Alejandro Cepero]

Alejandro had heard the commotion that was stirring in the street. It wasn't surprising for them to be here... It wasn't like there was a dead body splattered on the street every day, though sometimes it felt like there was. The supernaturals have been getting aggressive lately, and it was starting to get out of hand. Alejandro wondered whether the hunters would be able to keep up with them. He hoped they would. He hoped. He doubted it considerably though, and not because he doubted the abilities of his human allies, it was the nature of the fight that concerned him. It was a war of attrition, and the hunters weren't exactly getting long lines of recruits.

As he sat on top of the office building, he for once was not wearing a fine suit. He instead opted for jeans, motorcycle riding boots, a red v-neck shirt, black leather riding gloves and a fine leather jacket. Underneath the jacket he had a pistol holster with a glock 36 armed with UV rounds. He had both UV and Silver-nitrate magazines underneath his jacket tonight. He had a feeling he may need both.

Across the street, he noticed a well dressed man standing on the ledge. A man who appeared very much like he did regularly. It took him all of five seconds to recognize the man, for he was no man. He was a vampire. Specifically, a vampire enforcer. Alejandro had been shadowing many of them for a while, so he had seen this one before, he had just had yet to properly introduce himself. So... What occurred here involved the vampire coven? Suspicious... It was time to investigate. The man's attention was away from him. Best use that to his advantage.

Hopping across the street, he landed on the building besides' the one the well-dressed vampire was standing on. Alejandro turned and looked at the man, speaking with a voice that had a thick spanish accent. "Good evening enforcer." He greeted. "It appears one of your brethren has behaved badly again..." He looked down at the scene, then over at the car. His nostrils flared, trying to make out whether or not the operator of the car was supernatural or not.

[Benji Gatz]

Gat had his attention on the body now, viewing the lacerations on the body. To bloody was it a mess for a vampire, his thoughts revolved around a brutal beating by some gang or.... the markings that a hungry werewolf was let loose. The body had lost to much blood for a vampire to feast upon what was left contained in the man, so a vampire was notably out of the question of who the killer was.

Without so much as a twitch Gatz noticed he was not alone, not much concerning him. The feel of another vampire was in the vibrations around him, his senses tingled subtly as if he were being shocked by a very small electrical current. Gatz was always able to feel other vampires if they were near, being a pure blood had its perks, ones that made him feel at an advantage when confronted with a regular vampire.

Gat took his left hand out of his pocket very quickly as if trying to think of something that he almost had the answer to, "No, our brethren have no context in this matter." taking his hand away from his face he turned towards the other vampire and grinned disdainfully at him.

"Do you believe you are above your race brother?" Gatz blew the question towards him like a ball of lighting, the current build up and shot curt into his face. "Do you not know your a vampire?" Gatz was somewhat surprised at what the man said, not everyday he came about a vampire that befell the vampire order lightly with such a remark. As to speak like he were not a vampire but of something higher, Gatz was undoubtedly bothered by it.

[Alejandro Cepero]

Alejandro remained calm, his facial expression entirely neutral concealing any reaction he may have had. As the vampire spoke, he simply looked down at the grisly scene in front of them. Looking closer at the scene, the pattern of the blood, the lacerations of the body, it slowly became clear that the pure blood enforcer was right. There was no vampire involvement. If that was the case, what on earth was an enforcer doing here? They were supposed to be internal police, watching out for vampires who attacked others. What he was doing here, at the scene of a lycan attack, confounded him.

"I am very aware of what I am sir." He replied in his typical calm, emotionless manner. "However, perhaps you've heard tales of la Espada." Few vampires had not. After his meeting with the Countess, word had spread quickly of his return. He had remained quiet and underground for many years after finally killing the last of his old unit and the hunters had proven to be self sufficient. But events unfolding in this city... Could no longer be ignored.

"Either way, who I am is not important in the slightest at this exact moment. What is of interest is why an Enforcer is here, at the scene of a lycan attack. Care to elaborate on that?" He eyed the man cautiously. He did not trust pure bloods based not on nature, but on experience. There were few pure bloods who viewed humanity as little more than cattle, an attitude that silently enraged Alejandro. Would this one be different? He doubted as such.

[Benji Gatz]

Detaching himself from his viewpoint he nodded slowly, as if coming back to his thoughts. Gatz had just happened upon the incident, and now it had very little concern to him. A lycan was not what he was to keep at bay, they could all die and Gat could care less. Taking his right hand from the pocket he put it at his side and let it hang there. "I have no reason to be here now," Gatx held a face of no emotion, blank, his eyes although looked jaded. Bored and somewhat relieved that it was not one of his kin, or he would have had to kill another one of his brethren "however why have you interest in making the acquaintance of an Enforcer?". Gatz was intrigued by this little bit of a show, not many vampires were interested in meeting an enforcer.

Gatz was an Enforcer for a many reasons, however the most exceeding of the reasons was his ability to fight. Gatz was trained by his father, and his father and been through plenty of wars. Taking in stride the ability to fight he astounded his father by being able to take him on at a young age.

(Sorry writers block lately.... studying for finals and such takes a little bit outta me)

[Alejandro Cepero]

(OOC: It's cool Benji. I was that way roughly a week or so ago. Finals are more important.)

Alejandro shrugged and looked at the crime scene again, contemplating how to respond to the enforcer's question, when suddenly his attention was no longer on the enforcer. It was on a new presence, one he immediately could tell was neither human nor vampire. It smelled almost like wet dog. He reached for his pistol when he turned and looked over at the new arrival, his hand resting on the handle in his jacket as he carefully eyed her.

Quickly studying her, he made several mental notes. First, and most obvious, was her bright red hair. Clearly she was a woman who loved attention for that color was not natural. Her eyes, bright green, a very lovely shade. She was wearing a man's shirt... And nothing else. It was possible she had just been with a man...

As she spoke, he kept his hand on the handle of his pistol as she bent forward to look over the side. She wasn't shy, of that she was certain. In his younger days, he would have offered his jacket to cover her up. However something about this woman was off. Her nonchalance about the dead man on the ground spoke volumes. He looked down at the dead man again, and noticed something. He was without a shirt. Even at this height, Alejandro could tell his size and build. It was a skill he had become good at after centuries of hunting and being able to pick out a specific target from a long distance away. Looking at her shirt once more, he had a hunch. A very light one, but a hunch nonetheless.

"Aye, someone did..." Alejandro replied in his thickly accented voice. His hand moved away from the pistol. Not because he trusted her, but because he wanted information, information he had a hunch she had. He was going to go about it the soft approach. "Or something. My money would be on the later. The question being, why would one kill a man she just laid with?" He was taking a shot in the dark, following the clues of context. However, given her unclothed state, it wouldn't surprise him if he were right. Besides, she smelled like wet dog.

[Benji Gatz]

The stench hit him harder than it had when he was inspecting the scene. The smell of wet dog had been in the air but was not as fresh s it was now.Turning slowly he eyed the woman, her red hair catching him off guard. Gatz would have blinked from being startled by a beautiful woman such as her, his lips slowly rose up at the mans comment. True this woman was wearing a mans shirt, her eyes seemed to hold something mischievous in there emerald depths.

Putting his hands inside of his suit jacket Gatz leaned against a wall behind him, belonging to a law firm office, painted in a very cheap red paint. The paint fell in flakes at his feet as he brushed his back against it, placing his foot also upon the paint fell in places that left an indication that someone had leaned against it. Taking his eyes off the women he placed them back on the man, "I don't believe we ever introduced ourselves properly," tilting his head up slightly he smiled halfheartedly. "my name is Benji Gatz and I am sorrowful into having to have met you under such circumstances." Gatz had at this point forgotten of the girl, it was not his place to babysit the lycans. Although he did think she was a little interesting to look at.

(OOC: I have had a bit of a busy schedule this past week with school and my job.. So my replies will become greatly increased in length soon.)

[Alejandro Cepero]

Alejandro listened to the half-naked woman and then looked down at the man. Clearly, this lycan enjoyed playing with her food quite a bit, though he doubted that was the full motivation. Many supernaturals were like her in that regard, getting a sexual thrill from their meal wasn't uncommon. What was uncommon, however, was the fact that she didn't even bother to take a bite of the poor sod. Well, not in the literal way anyway.

But it appears the enforcer, once knowing the crime was not committed by one of his own, immediately lost all interest in the woman. In Alejandro's eyes, that was a foolish mistake. This woman was dangerous, and highly unstable by the look and sound of her. However, he was at least going to give the man the courtesy of an introduction, even though he saw little reason why he should. "My name is Alejandro. That is all you need to know. If you wish to know more, simply ask the Countess." He was quick and blunt with the vampire, seeing as the man was an enforcer, and Alejandro had little reason to fear the man would go rogue and attack humans. He looked the other vampire in the eye and nodded respectfully.

What interested him, however, was this woman. Not in any physical capacity, though she was pleasant enough to look at. No, what interested him was her mind. When she spoke, she revealed alot about herself. She adored control, and wanted playthings to do exactly as she desired. Her eyes shined in madness, a madness that only matched one group of Lycans he had heard of. Only one group plays with their food and doesn't even bother to eat it. To them, it was all a game.

"Well, he should have known better. Were I him, and considerably younger, I'd have let you done as you pleased and prayed you didn't slit my throat afterwards." He shook his head, looking once more at the crime scene, then at the deranged woman. Perhaps he could get information out of her, though he'd have to do it slyly. He'd have to make sure she didn't realize he was getting information. "Though I doubt he had even the slightest idea of your madness no? Did you play sweet with the poor fool, or was he simply one of those twisted men who thought he could tame you?"

[Benji Gatz]

Facing the two while posted against the wall he would only take in it all from the side, what had he to do with this? Benji was only inclined to himself and to the vampire community to deal with rogue vampires who would linger outside of the blanket of secrecy. He was intended to stop these outsiders from throwing the blanket off the community and letting the cold grip of humanity come into their lives. Benji would also intervene in some affairs with the lycans, they had dangerous ties with the vampires in holding the secrecy. So as he lay his head on the wall he would watch them.

Neither the man or the woman worried him at all, his ability was great and he had confidence in himself. Benji was not cocky, he was level headed. He took precautions and then applied his past experiences to the matters at hand. Benji was willing to come to a deal with someone if they had not past a certain point in who was to be killed and who was being hunted for capture. Although Benji had in his lifetime never had to capture anyone, mostly because enforcers were only called upon to kill and the Countess had other means to have members of her community captured. Benji was a watch dog for his community, only sent to kill and he enjoyed what he did. Benji did have a little bit of that cold and bitter blood in him that kept all the guilt of killing away. Benji had been raised to know the meaning of life, but had not cared what it meant to take a life.

His only thought upon this little encounter was that whoever would over step boundaries, he would kill. Benji would keep his eye on the woman a bit more than Alejandro, he seemed to be looking for trouble when he spoke with the girl. Seeking further information that was not kept to certain ears just to be heard by him or Alejandro, no , Benji knew this man would have to come about the answer with a great amount of carefully placed words. Or else, Benji would have to step in.

[Alejandro Cepero]

Alejandro eyed the woman carefully as she teased him, not entirely certain of her intentions. Was she coming on to him, or simply trying to get into his head? No... She was definitely trying to work her way into his head. That's how women... Correction, beasts.... Like her loved to operate. A little seduction, a quick laugh, and a bite to eat.

After finishing her little show, Alejandro eyed her cautiously and replied. "I'm sorry chiquita, but I'd make a horrible pet. I tend to bite anyone foolish enough to attempt to make me call them 'master'..." He meant it in a very literal manner, but as she looked into his eyes she seemed, disappointed. At what, Alejandro had no clue, but he wasn't there to impress her anyway. If anything, he should kill her. But then he remembered why he was speaking to her in the first place. He needed to see which rogue group she belonged to, so as to adequately plan to one day take them down. Maddness such as hers often enjoyed each others company.

When she asked Benji if he was sick, Alejandro chuckled and looked over at the pureblood. "As a matter of fact, I think the sick one is the pup in front of us no? Sick in the head. Probably like the man who turned her... Or her pack leader..." He eyed the woman carefully and took a step towards her, but keeping a safe distance regardless. "Now tell me pup, who's made sure madness such as yours has been so unleashed?"