Huntress

CHAPTER 0 . MOONLIGHT CROSSING

01.00.

Baker's Quay. London.

The raindrops pelt the cold stone bricks that lay the foundation of what was once a bustling port in the early 1700's. The quiet of the night is deafening, its dark embrace shrouding the path ahead in mysterious omen as police tape wrapped around trees and lamp posts cordon the area off from the curious eyes of the bustling city.

As you cross under the tape illuminated by the headlights of the car that you had arrived in, you strut forward towards the tunnel that lays under a cobble bridge, your heels clacking on the ground in rhythm. Your left hand holds a yellow umbrella, its shade providing just enough cover from the downpour that has subsided just a fair bit. A heavy black raincoat encompasses your svelte, young frame, and your long, abyssal black hair is neatly tied back.

You close your eyes, letting yourself connect to the aura of energies that surround the place. A large mix of energy courses into your receptors, lighting up your senses gradually in a crescendo of emotions.

"A penny for your thoughts?" a deep voice comes from a tall man in a neat business suit carrying a silver briefcase, his face shrouded by darkness as he approaches you from the back.

"Four victims." you speak in a low tone, as you pick up the latent energy left behind by the dead humans ahead. "Been awhile?" you ask as you turn a head towards the man.

"Local drunk stumbled upon them two days ago." the man speaks under the downpour as he pulls a torchlight out and beams the tunnel to reveal the corpses on the ground. The first corpse is that of a man in his thirties, laying on his back against the wall slumped with a gaping hole in his chest. His dick hangs freely out of his pants, unzipped. His left arm has been completely ripped off, nowhere near the scene to be found. The second corpse is that of a woman around the same age as the man, who lays on the ground face down. Her skirt is ripped open at the vagina, her pussy leaking cum and blood.

As you bend down you place two fingers on the cold body of the woman, closing your eyes once more as you jack into the aura of the corpse as the vision of the woman's last few moments playback in your mind. "Can't see much from her point of view. Just running, and running... And running, then black." you switch over and touch the man's body instead. "This one's not much better. Suspect in frame, but his vision's a blur. Can't make out much."

The man waits by the entrance of the tunnel, his mysterious figure partially illuminated by the moonlight. "There was four." he says.

"I can feel four of them." you reply, as you physically turn your head around to look. "But I only see two."

"Might I suggest we call HQ to inform them of a possible code nine?" the man speaks as the pulls his cellphone out of his pocket, tapping on it as he jacks an earpiece into his left ear.

"Send an inquiry and get yourself armed." you nod as you reach under your coat and pull a semi-automatic handgun out, following suit as you equip your earpiece for communications back to base.

"Miss, might I guess something more... Loud?" the man gestures as he flips his suitcase open and assembles a long gun.

"Haven't used one of those toys." you smirk as you check your firearm.

"Agency prototype." the man says as he cocks the weapon. "Silver tipped bullets with interchangeable rounds."

"Neat, but I don't believe we are dealing with Lycans here." you affirm. "Lycans don't get back up from ****."

"These ones do, apparently." the man says as you both head towards the other end of the tunnel, following the scent and trail of disturbance that you are picking up with your senses.

"Horny Lycans?" you inquire.

The man nods curiously. "Anything's possible, my dear."

"There. Inside." you gesture with your firearm as the trail leads into the closed shutters of an old building. "Distillery."

The man nods in acknowledgement, advancing forward as you take your positions by the door.

"Fresh." you whisper cautiously.

"Are you sure you want to proceed with this, miss?" the man whispers. "I might suggest we take up residence by the nearby shophouse and call in some backup."