Betrayal

In the corner of his eye, Remy noticed a figure charging towards him, brandishing some sort of blade. Again, he whirled around and shot the loaded digi-bullet at the target. The charging figure disappeared and reappeared above Remy facing his back. In one swift movement, Remy threw down his Neo-Arm, withdrew an extremely mobile scimitar, and slashed upward away from his back. A sort of green liquid seemed to drip from the sky as the figure disappeared. That same green liquid dotted the tip of Remy's scimitar. Remy almost gasped in horror as he realized what he was battling. A figure completely covered with black cloth could be seen at the other edge of the rooftop.

"Gottim'," said Remy to himself, careful not to make his emotions a visual aid for his opponent. Having been taught to have no mercy, Remy took his Neo-Arm out of his coat and mercilessly fired the digi-bullet at the vampire, not allowing it time to get up from the strike. The bullet exploded just in front of the vampire and discharged similar magnetic charges, allowing an extremely painful sensation to overcome the vampire. The magnetic charges ripped the vampire apart into several pieces due to its severity.

Remy spat on the ground in front of him and extended his gloved right hand. A wide-brimmed hat suddenly appeared in his hand. He fitted the hat on, careful to shade his face from curious people. Turning to face the location of the destruction of the vampire, Remy noticed figures clad entirely in black heading towards him at an alarming rate. He could see the blood-red slits that served as their eyes on their pale faces.

Being telekinetically connected, vampires could sense each other's often-dirty thoughts. When a vampire dies, a telekinetic link is severed and apparent blankness is present. The vampires apparently traced the location of the death to this rooftop.

Remy nimbly jumped off the edge of the rooftop and landed in the alley below. He then darted over the fence with an agility that could have belonged to no other human being. The vampires simply went through it. Remy leaped over boxes and weaved in and out of people with extreme nimbleness, leaving them untouched. The vampires kept their constant vigil and made their way through crowds just as Remy had. Their movements were always tinted with darkness.

In one area, in central York, a large throng of people gathered. Some were trading items. Some were simply selling items and others were buying. Some were there just to be around people and in the heat of things. Remy used this crowd as cover from the vampires. Being a bounty hunter meant blending with your surroundings as easily as breathing. Having made acceptance within the bounty hunter guild, this was an instinctive habit for Remy.

The vampires searched for him, almost in vain. Remy’s eyes widened as the vampires suddenly disappeared. He strained his eyes to see where they had gone. But he could sense their presence. He could sense their evil. Anywhere Remy looked, he noticed a centuries-old vampire hiding as a normal human being. He turned around to walk and found the barrel of an atomic pistol inches away from his forehead.

"Prepare to die, hunter," chided the vampire as he licked his lips. As he pulled the trigger, Remy, in one quick movement, took a saber out of traditional bounty hunter shawl and drove the blade horizontally through the vampire's stomach. Remy used this opportunity to run as fast as he could. The stabbed vampire rose from the ground, stiffened, leaving a very large green mark on the dirt packed ground.

"Damn! Little bastard got me good," he said to the others. "He, sure as hell, hasn't seen the last of us." He then shook himself loose and brushed off the dust. He would need time to recuperate.