DARK SHADOWS

CHAPTER V: ENTER THE NIGHT WALKER

The fight between the woman and the Werewolves raged on for more than a few minutes. In that short time, she managed to prove on thing, and that one thing Hailen picked up instantly.

After all the Werewolves were lying dead on the street, Hailen approached the woman cautiously, praying she wouldn’t suffer the same fate.

“Those were some pretty slick moves.” Hailen complimented as the woman pulled her sai out of the Werewolf’s chest.

“Right.” She replied without care. She looked down at the teenager’s unconscious form. His head was still drooped.

“He’ll be fine.” The woman said.

“I know that.” Said Hailen back, slamming her pistol into her holster with a rough thrust. “So, what’s your name?”

“I don’t like names. Not in this town.”

“What do you mean?” Hailen wasn’t too trusting of this woman. That was why she kept a finger near a trigger.

“I’m not the girl I used to be. I don’t even feel alive.” She sighed. “One minute you’re drinking coffee with someone and the next you’re driving a silver stake through their heart. God damn Lycans.”

“Lycans?”

The woman finally looked away from Ash and glanced over her shoulder. It was the first time that Hailen actually saw her face. She was quite pale, but still beautiful, like a model. Her eyes had a mystic blue glow that made Hailen slightly jump. Her lips seemed bulgy where her teeth were, it may have caused for her slight speech defect.

“Werewolves.” She said sternly. “What were the three of you doing out when there’s a full moon?”

“Wolf hunting.” Hailen slapped her pistol and smirked.

“Really. So you’re the Shadow Hunters?” Hailen nodded proudly. “Well, I would have thought that famous bounty hunters such as yourselves would have been smarter than to go hunt during a full moon with just yourselves.”

“Our thoughts exactly.”

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Would you like some advice?”

Hailen cocked an eyebrow. “Shoot.”

“Next time there is a full moon and you three are sent out alone, don’t go. I won’t be there next time to save your asses.”

“Forgive my asking, but what were you doing out on a night like this? A beautiful woman such as you shouldn’t be roaming the streets alone.”

The woman looked down at Brock and then turned to look at Ash. “Lycans...Werewolves...separated me and my friends four years ago. I haven’t seen them since. They’re probably dead. I’m out to settle a score.”

Hailen felt sympathetic for the woman. “You’ll never be able to kill them all.”

“No. But it’s a start.” With that the woman began walking down the Main Street. She stepped over dozens of Lycan bodies and pools of blood. “Take care of those two. Don’t ever let them Turn.”

A powerful gust of wind blew down Main Street, blowing the woman’s coat behind her and her hair as well. It was then that Hailen noticed that the woman’s hair wasn’t just black, but it was partly orange. The color variation made her all the more beautiful, sexy, and hardcore looking with the weapons, leather, and style.

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“Run faster, Hailen! Run faster!” Brock bellowed, trying not to look back at the pack of Werewolves tracking them.

The entrance to the base was only one hundred feet or so away. But Ash was slowing the two down, because they had to worry about carrying him.

Realizing she wasn’t doing much to help carry Ash, Hailen let him and Brock pass by. As they did, she pulled Brock’s P226s and opened fire on the pack. Each fell almost instantly with the injection of silver nitrate.

Click.

Dry click.

Both pistols.

And one Werewolf left. It jumped for Hailen.

Shit!

But then, the Werewolf was stopped in midair, not more than two feet from her, with its claws extended to rip her to pieces. It was slammed on its stomach and then pulled.

Pulled?

It was pulled into a dark alley, claws scratching up the street trying to stop itself from moving. And then it was swallowed by the darkness.

Hailen stood speechless. Her head was slightly curved as she desired to know what had happened. But then she jumped as a dog-like yelp echoed through Lavender Town.

Something must have killed the Werewolf.

And at that time, a shimmering object was hurled from the alley and pierced itself into the side of a brick building to Hailen’s left.

The woman’s sai.

She approached cautiously, not sure of what was happening. When she was within reach she noticed a piece of paper tied around the center prong. It was unraveled slowly, so it was not to tear.

It was a note.

Tomorrow night will be a full moon. Be on your guard. As for me, I’m here to stay.

                                                                                                                                Night Walker

“Night walker?” Hailen asked herself out loud.

“Hailen, hurry before more come!” Brock yelled standing at the entrance.

Hailen examined the sai, noticing it in excellent shape. There were no nicks or dents, the tips of the prongs were still mildly sharp, but after all, a sai’s tips weren’t meant to be piercing sharp. So she gripped the black leather grip and tugged it out of the brick wall.