The night had been slightly warmer, the snow partially melted and the world more pleasant. for Jack however, reality remained harsh, or at least ot others it seemed that way. Like most people, he had dressed as warm as he possibly could, which usually consisted of a Coat and his gloves. The only difference was that his fingers and his hands had been wrapped by a thin layer of clean-ex tissues and a hard surface of medical tape. The whole thing kept his fingers from going numb due to the cold.

As he walked, the small idea to take a shortcut came to mind. It wouldn't hurt too much...especially since he had been carrying all of his weapons with himself this night...like every night. He did however forget any sort of large gun, mainly because that was something the police forces highly frowned upon. For now, the high powered pistols would have to do for safety. As a method of comforting himself, his right hand inched towards the Raging bull revolver in the armpit holster. the rubber hand grip felt comfortable in his hand, and was more than welcome for his hand to squeeze. He quickly withdrew his hand though, leaving the gun in it's holster and moving the coat over it to hide the gun entirely. Quietly, he turned into a corner, unaware of the Demonic figure staring at him from above.

Hale had watched the man with an impassive look, so this was what they called a cop. Hale was unimpressed by the man after all, a bullet wouldn't stop him for very long, even if it was lodged in his brain. There was only one certain way to kill a vampire and it would be hard to do so now.

Hale watched the man, the way a curious child watched a captured mouse, before it was tortured to death. Hale was known to love to torture his food before and after death. It was a simple part of who he was, yet this man was no food, no this was more for perhaps his own sense of knowledge. What better way to know how to commit crimes then to watch the ones that stopped them?

The darkness gave way as a solid beam of light burned through the shadows and shone brightly against the ground. The Mag light had managed to materialize from one of the pockets within Jack's coat, allowing him to see around the darkened alleys more easily. The light itself was large, made of metal, and scratched greatly, marking it's age. The protective glass covering the light bulb had been cracked, letting a shadow form in the middle of the brightly lit spot.

Jack's boots clicked against the ground as he continued, oblivious to the person observing him. Things in the world were simply, humans being pretty much the only real intelligent creatures about. If another one of those damne fanatics attacked him though...he'd have a word with the local newspaper, or somebody that could write about the vampires or goblins and how they didn't truly exist. His free hand moved into his coat, and revealed itself seconds after holding a flask. With his thumb, he unscrewed the lid and took a sip of the contents. Unlike most flasks, he had gotten it for water, oldest drink in the world. Like water, he consumed that and the second oldest drink often. However getting into preference of milk wasn't needed...namely in a dark alley with crazy hobos wanting food.

Slowly the flask lowered, the contents sloshing around inside. As quickly as he had opened it, he closed it and placed it back into his pocket, waiting for an exit onto the streets to appear. The alley itself had been longer than he thought...but hopefully it could serve as a shortcut.

Hale was still watching the man. It was ironic though, this vampiric child, a boy that looked no older then ten was perhaps the highest mass murderer they had ever had. A soulless killer, that was exactly what he was. Funnily enough they would probably never even catch him. It was hard to find something that was suppose to be already dead. He doubted that his DNA would bring them many things. His DNA was probably too old to be even recognizable.

He shook out his shoulders and vanished in a cloud of smoke. He reappeared at the bottom and stepped into the alleyway, effectively cutting the man off. He pretended to look surprise and then let out a smile. "Hiya there." Hale was the master of disguises and such a perfect one too.

Jack had nearly drawn his gun, a reaction all too common among the war veterans of the world. Thankfully he restrained himself, and examined the person before him. He had become slightly more tense upon seeing the person cut him off.

"Look out kid, I'm heading home to file a report due..." he paused as he pulled out his watch. Normally, hesitating wasn't his style of talking, mainly because being tough meant being prepared. After looking at the old style watch, he counted the minutes. "...half an hour." Jack then started walking forward, seeking to continue towards the exit of the alley.

The guns he carried were of personal choice, due to the fact that one could completely remove a limb, while the other was capable of causing the internal organs of a person to vacuum out through the exit wound. Overall, he had never ever taken the time to file the report that he carried them, but instead simply went with the random F.B.I. jibber jabber of the standard issue Glock 18 and MP5-K, a gun specifically for those "Suspicious" investigations.

As he continued to walk, something more stalked the area, something beyond the grasp of his blind sighted Mortal. Whatever a gun could hit, could effectively kill. This case however had a good chance of backfiring, forcing him to resort to one of his more tricky maneuvers. Again, a thought of mere insanity, something only the bravest of minds would think of, only to fail half way. Jack, sought to go beyond their deaths, and prove that man had a place in the existance.

Hale didn't like being ignored, no he didn't and that man did exactly that. How dare the man ignore him. Hale narrowed his eyes as the man walked passed him. Hale wanted to play and this was not fun for him. He wanted to play the way a predator plays with his prey, but if the prey was unresponsive, that there truly was no play.

Hale's head lifted as something brushed his conciousness. His eyes narrowed and he searched the darkness, looking for that elusive stalker. He frowned then turned back toward the man and ran after him to keep up. He would get a reaction out of him even if he had to kill someone.

"Shouldn't you have done the report sooner?" Hale decided to continue to play the innocent child, you couldn't go wrong with that. Even after living three millenia, the innocent child still resided in him.

The sound of a clothed boy had once again barged into Jack's reality, pestering him and reminding him of the hell that he created for himself. when the boy inquired about his report, he shurgged and grunted. The report was whatever, as long as he didn't die, the U.S. wouldn't demand Canada to put up tons of political tape and send in the army...otherwise the report was simply a means of preventing his death from going unnoticed...a reason to blow the crap out of everything if he did die.

"It's a report...not too special..." Jack then looked around slightly, his eyes narrowing to slits to help him see beyond the dark shadows. The fact that the boy followed him, again, left him annoyed. Why couldn't it be a cat, or better yet, a dog? The possibilities were endless, but it had to be a child, who would pry deeper into his life to learn about the guys who carried tools of death.

The figure within the shadows, had remained out of sight...or hopefully she had. Somehow, a lesson had been learned among the tormented soul, a trick that was not an easy one to accomplish. This did however leave her prey at a disadvantage, namely because of the fact that her anger could not be directed towards him without the other vampire getting involved.

This man belonged to Hale, if the other vampire wanted to get tangled up with him, Hale was willing to fight for the mortal. Besides he was enjoying pestering him, one of Hale's favorite pasttimes. The other better not interefere, Hale was quite the torturer when people annoyed him or got in his way.

"What does the report look like?" Hale pretended not to notice that he knew that he was actually pestering, he was more pretended like he actually was interested.

Hale had the most amazing aptitude that even when he was torturing he would show the most innocent face, though inside he would be jubilating. He had never tortured a vampire before, but there was a first time for everything. He was almost willing to warn her, but if she had any sense she would stay away, but of course many young vampires had no sense at all and thought themselves invulnerable.

I could just shoot the kid...no...somebody would know...too hard to cover up evidence nowadays. Jack seemed to joke a little about it in his mind, trying to make things less stressful. He never did like the wole stress levels of being asked questions. When the boy spoke again, something seemed to twitch within his mind. The boy had questioned why he didn't file his report earlier...then asked him what it looked like. He might have brushed it off as merely trying to act smart...but this boy started seeming suspicious.

"Leave me alone..." Jack didn't speak the words, but more or less growled them. The idea of a boy aiding a group of muggers was disgusting, and something beyond disgraceful. His right hand had found it's way to the small radio he had been given, and the switch had been turned, just so that he could call in a possible assault. "...go home." Jack patiently began searching for a faster way out of the alley, hoping to get to some form of safety. He could in all likeliness kill the entire group...but then he would have to explain the decapitated bodies, then his guns would be questioned, and he'd serve time in Jail...or something equally as bad.

Hale watched the other man. Hale wouldn't work for anybody even if his life depended on it. Besides when he reached the 3000 year mark, he was pretty sure that almost nobody would be able to push him around and those that did, were treated with extreme reverance.

"Home? What's a home?" Hale was dressed in rags and had a home to go to, but this was so much more fun. He could confuse this man until the man probably snapped. Maybe he'd pull out of of his guns, that would be something to see, a gun pointed to a kid's head to only have the bullet go through him or have the gun be turned on the man. Hale hadn't decided which would have the most effect, though if it did happen, he would willingly choose either of them.

No, Jack was on the spot with his suspicions. Nobody could possibly be that unintelligent...nobody. Quickly cocking back the flashlight, he tossed towards the boy's stomach, then leaned back. The black combat boots scraped against the cement ground of the alleyway as he pressed in the direction to back away as fast as possible. His boots scraped small dust against the ground, causing a grounding sound to generate from below.

within a moments notice, he had gotten turned around, running in the opposite direction, reaching for his radio. With a swift movement, it had been removed from his belt and the talk button depressed.

"Agent Jack monroe, requesting assistance on Koleman street, an alleyway next to the Donut store." the voice was calm as one of his guns drew from it's holster. the funny thing about the .454 raging bull, was that it caused the organs within a foot radius of the entry would, to suck out the exit wound, thus leaving the body itself hollow and absent of blood, guts, and the rest of the funky stuff that kept them alive. A head shot, would not only remove the brains from a human being...or such with brains enough to turn away, but decapitate them completely (I pick certain guns for a reason ^.^).

Getting further down the Alley, a figure, hidden by the shadows, dropped between him and the now visible exit that led into the open streets. The shadows seemed to play tricks on his eyes as he tried to identify the target before him. For some reason, any sort of light seemed to reflect slightly, and two horns seemed to protrude from the back of the head. No face was visible, but something else instead. Jack quickly raised his gun, but the draw would take more time.

Hale frowned as the man moved away from him. He knew where the guns were and what they did. Hell, he even studied them. He lived to survive, not to get his head blown off, because that would mean his demise and he did not want to die. Hale was practical that way. He wan about to cut the man off, he could move quite fast, when the other vampire that he had sensed cut him off.

He simply blinked at the apparition and then tilted his head to the side as he looked her over. Hale was certain that she was a she. He then frowned. Hale did no like to be interrupted and this was his prey. He let out a snarl, a sound that should not come out of any child's mouth.

The next thing that had happened would be difficult for the mortal to explain, yet Hale had no qualms about that. He was now inbetween the mortal and the other vampire, the mortal's gun raised to the hooded shape. "I'm sure that the bullet would go right through this armor of yours and if it doesn't I'll burn it off you." Hale was quite blank and to the point. He was sure that the armor would melt with a few well placed flames with enough fuel, it would simply melt away.

He lowered the gun and it crunched audibly in his hand. He released his hold on it and it fell in pieces to the floor. "Do one wrong move and you will be dead."

Jack watched as the child seemed to materialize between him and the figure, his gun within the child's grasp. his expression didn't seem to change as he witnessed his personal gun being crushed into tiny little fragments of metal. Not only was this kid freakishly strong...but now Jack would have to buy another gun from the gun store...or where-ever they were sold. Of all the things, Jack did not reach for his extra gun. It wasn't worth it...no...not worth having another gun destroyed.

"Damn strong little hands you got there..." Jack said through his clenched teeth. That was one of his favorite guns...crushed before his very eyes.

When the vampire told Sheila to leave, Hale received a much less than welcome eply. The figure seemed to lean forward slightly, as if prepared for some sort of fighting. Sheila however was more than prepared to dodge something thrown at her, namely because of how valuable the armor was. It wasn't every day a person got a suit of full plate armor...and even fewer when people got armor like hers.

"You'll back away, I've got a score to settle with him!" Sheila's right hand swiped across the air in front of her, forming a threatening gesture. She did want to kill this man, and she was willing to fight Hale to get to him.

Hale turned his head towards the mortal, though his senses were still on the vampire in front of him. Was that all the man could think of, his gun? Hale had just destroyed it. A normal human couldn't destroy a gun that easily, it was much more surprising that Hale could.

Hale gave him a sickly sweet smile. "If you gave me your other gun, I can show how strong they really are. Or perhaps I could break your hand, and then you would have in idea." Hale was strong on pain and didn't care who knew it. If the man wanted to argue about his gun, Hale would most likely take him down.

Hale looked at the vampire before him. It wasn't everyday that Hale was nice to anybody and the fact that he had warned Sheila was a huge step for him. He gave an annoyed sigh. "Hey man, you might want to leave. She wants to kill ya." Hale was going to let the mortal go, simply because young vampires were more fun. She wouldn't be able to dodge anything that came her way.

Jack was starting to calm down a little more, despite the tension he was having from being confronted by two people who possibly wanted to kill him. The fact that one of his guns had been destroyed...was very annoying. He wanted to shoot the kid, but then he'd risk bringing the danger upon himself. If he left however, he risked being chased down by the weird looking figure.

Any prayers were answered as two police cars slid to a stop in front of the alley. Four officers in total got out of the cars, one from each car holding a shotgun. Getting into positions behind their cars, they aimed at the armored figure that appeared to be holding both the kid and the F.B.I. transfer hostage.

"Hands up, you have five seconds to get on the ground!" One of the officers shouted. Sheila's reaction was a little different as she turned around to face them. The mistake had been a big one. the two officers handling the pistols, didn't hesitate to open fire. The first shot hit Sheila in the stomach, penetrating the armor and blowing through the organs inside. the second and third bullets hit her arm as she tried to block while a fourth hit her shoulder.

It wasn't much of a cry of pain that came from her as she took the fire, but instead she didn't make any noises. The bullets soaked in and she dropped to the ground, landing on her back. From there, she rested, barely able to ignore the pain pulsing through her body. The steady rising and falling of her chest meant that she was still alive, but the blood forming around her meant not for long. the police officers had quickly lowered their guns, the two with the pistols moving up and drawing handcuffs. the other two remained where they were, hoping another assailant wouldn't show up.

Hale watched with muted interest as they opened fire on the armored figure, Hale wanted to roll his eyes. There was nothing he could do for her, she was dying and he knew of no vampires that could heal others and truly he wasn't the compensionate type.

He slowly turned his head to the officer. "You shouldn't have called for backup." He then turned to the police officers that had fired. "You shouldn't have done that." Hale was surprised that the police had opened fire, usually they didn't simply open fire, but obviously these were skitish.

Hale didn't look like the obvious ten year old and the way the words rolled off his tongue, they were quick, concise and devoid of all emotions. One moment he was standing there the next, the two police officers that still had their guns out were on the ground unconcious. Hale lifted one of the guns and pointed it to the other officers. "Drop your guns or I will fire. I know how to use one of these." If they even tried to fire, Hale would be gone long before the bullets were even reached his position. He was ready for anything.

Again, it had been a moment of surprise, something that caused both police officers to back off slightly. Things they had never seen before except in movies...had just happened before their very eyes. It was hard to believe, hard to take in. Even the F.B.I. transfer had trouble understanding. Both officers that remained standing, seemed to comply and toss their guns down. They then started backing away, their hands raised and visible.

The armored vampire, had barely been able to witness the whole situation. The puddle of blood she had been lying in, had grown larger. She was losing blood, and her inability to heal properly had been the cause. She was more flexible...but she wasn't as strong. Her breathing started to drop short of what it needed to be.

Slowly her left hand began sliding away from her side, reaching for something beside her. Death wasn't an easy thing to encounter, and she needed something to help herself with. The small motion had caught Jack's attention, enough to make him step up to the injured vampire and crouch beside her. By all means, he could understand the officers responsible for the shooting being skittish. By the looks of it, they had done a serious bit of hurt.

"Don't move..." Jack whispered as he placed his hand against the armor covering her wrist. Her arm stopped moving, not willingly, but simply because it hurt to try and fight the man's grasp.

Hale smiled. That was definitely a lot better. He blinked at both cars and a smile lit his face. A person doesn't live a few thousand years and not learn a thing or two. He seemed to shift and then was gone and back in the alley, gun still in hand. HE pointed in to one car and fired it.

The bullet hit the engine and the car exploded. Hale simply stared at it and then aimed the gun to the other car, making it do the same. He didn't care the havoc he displayed, besides with his limited telepathy he would erase it from the police's mind. Any bystanders were gone and wouldn't know what had happened.

He looked at the gun in his hand and it seemed to melt into puddles in his hands. He had never liked guns, but he did find them useful at times and this was one of them. He wondered what the police were going to do next, there was the question if they were still concious...

Jack watched as the other two police officers continued to back away, their eyes following the boy. When the gun melted, they seemed to stare in disbelief. Jack had already seen his fair share of freakishly weird events, and things were starting to sink in. He didn't have time to make judgment however, but instead he needed to help the injured woman that lay before him.

Jack didn't make any real sudden movements as he tried to keep the armored woman from moving too much. She had been injured, and to get her heart to pump blood through her body faster would simply cause her to lose more blood. Instead, he whispered calm words of comfort as he stared at the kid, his eyes glaring through his half frame glasses. Personally, this was more like a dream, but too many things stuck out telling him that it wasn't. Now, he would have to face the sore reality of his actions and the world he lived in.

"Calm down...keep calm..." Jack whispered, just loud enough for it to be heard by Sheila. The wounded vampire was in too much pain to really care about what he told her, but part of her wanted to listen. Her attempts at movement stopped, leaving her lungs the only thing that moved.

Hale was having a field day. It was the first time that he deliberately showed his powers to mortals and the power that flowed through him, made him want blood. His hands changed to the customary claws of the hunter. His face changed, allowing his fangs to glow in the moonlight.

He raised his head towards the moon and let out a howl. He was going to feed. Hunger was like a raging fire that coursed through his blood. He looked at the police officers, his eyes blood-red, he wanted food and he would get it now. He took a few steps advancing on the police. The question was, would they be stupid enough to stay?

Both police officers began to back away faster upon seeing the demonic transformation. The kid was way too strong for beings such as themselves to handle. For a case like this, they needed something...anything...a miracle to help scare away the beast, or even better, kill it.

The miracle had started roughly back when the cars exploded. One of many people having called the event in t the police was actually listened to. Off in the distance, police sirens could be heard, along with something large causing vibrations through the air as it literally chopped the substance to pieces. Off down the street, four squad cars could be seen with a SWAT van in tow. Above the scene, a police helicopter flew over, the spotlight shining on the mutated kid below.

"Put your hands on your head and get on your knees." The voice was loud, heard over what sounded like a speaker; Chances were it had been the voice of the pilot as well. Hanging with his legs loose over the side, a single officer dressed in S.W.A.T. gear took aim, the scoped sniper rifle taking aim in the kid's direction.

The real calvary however was far away, not close enough to really matter. Jack knew that. The helicopter had as much of a good chance of getting destroyed like the two cars, something that left Jack staring in disbelief. The response was accurate, namely because they were dealing with a person who had destroyed two cars, and was last reported carrying a gun. The one detail that left the helicopter crew confused however, was that the kid didn't have a gun.

The spotlight shined on the kid as it continued to move around. Dust on the streets kicked up because of the might propeller blades on the vehicle, keeping it moving in a strafing pattern just above the buildings.

Hale looked up, annoyance fled briefly across his face and he snarled. Did the helicopter really think it had a chance? Hale smiled, though there was nothing nice about it. He would do nothing that would make him do anything. The only laws that he obeyed were his own and none of them included listening to any form of armed force.

One moment he was on the ground and the next atop a building, his eyes narrowed at the annoyance that was chopping in the air. Like any other boy, Hale had learned alot of mechanics and how things worked, but unlike any other boy, it enabled Hale to learn how to destroy, not how to create.

Hale's eyes were focused on the engine part of the helicopter. He stared intently and suddenly fire flared around the helicopter, sending it crashing to the ground. When a person used fire he was bound to use it to his advantage. When it came to his advantage it was often to destroy things that were in his way.

Jack closed his eyes at the sight of the helicopter being knocked from the sky. Like an animal struggling to escape, the propeller blades reached out from the flames as they slowed down. The helicopter descended to the street before crashing. Most of the outer sections had caught fire, and the helicopter itself didn't really display much of an explosion due to the gas having been leaking in more than one spot. With the flame growing on the outer section, it was obvious, the helicopter was simply one more bird that would never fly.

Jack quickly grabbed Sheila by the shoulders and stood, trying to lift the combined weight of the armor and the woman inside. With a series of grunts and curses, he finally managed to bring her to her feet. It was weird, seeing a man of his personality helping a woman that had wanted revenge for something he couldn't even remember. However, by all means, she had a cleaner slate than the demon that had destroyed three vehicles now. The two officers that were doomed to die, had fled, and the rest of the police force weren't due for reaching the area any time soon.

Turning down the street towards the growing police convoy, a mix of two S.W.A.T. vans and eight squad cars aided by three K-9 units, four police SUVs and one military humvee with a .50 cal machinegun on the top. With the past events, it wasn't really a surprise to see that the military had been called in to aid with the terrorist activities.

The trip was slower than Jack had expected however, as the woman seemed to lack any further hope of survival. As he continued to move forward, the armor clad woman barely managed to place her feet correctly.

SMG fire erupted from a more familiar location as the pilot of the crashed helicopter crawled out. his face bloody and burned, he raised the MP5K 9mm SMG towards Hale, seeking to put up some form of distraction so the other two could escape. The SMG fired a long continued burst until the clip ran dry, the only clip he'd most likely have time to use.

Hale thought that perhaps he had done enough damage for one night. Truth to be told he had done enough damage to last him a week. He did know that by tomorrow he would return to his natural activities, maiming and killing perverts or innocent people. He felt the pilot shoot at him long before the bullets even left the clip. All the bullets hit a telekinetic shield, that none could penetrate.

He gave a sigh. He would be in deep shit, if he didn't find a way to get out of this now. Once he knew that the clip was empty he placed both hands on his head. He sent out a telepathic wave which went through a few blocks, erasing what had just happen. By the time the wave was done, Hale was already gone. He wasn't going to cause anymore problems tonight.