Sheremetyevo International Airport, Moscow

[MeloraBelikov]

Melora came from her flight cell phone in hand, ready to tart making calls. Someone came and walked along side her with a checklist exchanging questions for answers in Russian. Finally, in baggage claim the person pocketed their list and picked up her bags, dragging them along side them so that Melora wouldn't have to lift a finger, though she would have much preferred to do it herself. People parted as she walked through the crowds and then suddenly, a swarm of reporters gabbing at her all in once in scattered Russian. Questions about her trip to America, about how long she planned to be in Russia, about her father's company....it was all a bit too much to handle. "Тишь. Пожалуйста." The crowd fell to silence. Melora scanned the crowd, then, taking a breath.....she continued walking. The entire group of press stood there, dumbfounded. But she paid them no mind, she was on a mission. She stormed through the airport, heels clicking heavily with each step. She had to get this taken care of.

Last night she had opened her assignment. What the hell were the Banglaire thinking?

[AzuraGallu]

Azura passed easily through the crowded terminals in Sheremetyevo Airport. It'd been only three days since his departure from the Gallu's stronghold, and yet as a result of the exchange between he and a few of his father's associates, he was given a lead. It led him here. Moscow was a massive collection of underhanded businesses and deals the likes of which he hoped to never have to resort to. It seemed his father had no such discretions.
After a few well aimed shots to the legs, a man named Uri had gladly exposed the whereabouts of the company whose sole purpose of being was to annihilate the Gallu clan. Though he hadn't told anyone, or even gotten clearance to come this far, he decided to take it upon himself to protect his family.
His eyes darted around him in a circle constantly. He had no guard, no subordinates. he was in this alone, and thus had to take every precaution.
He walked by a massive wall of windows, moonlight streaming through them, glinting off the white blanket of snow that had just fallen hours before. Russia was a lovely country, he only wished he could enjoy it more.
After heading down the escalator and grabbing his bag, he proceeded out the ground level doors and into the biting cold of the Russian winter. Even he felt the cold, though minor discomforts meant little to him. Silently, he was running through his plan of action in his head. First, he needed weapons, second he needed to scope out the location Uri had spoken of to see if it was even credible, and third, do his job, get the hell out of the country and go back home.

[MeloraBelikov]

Her phone rang, music filling the air, muffled by her pocket. She glanced at it as she walked out the door, walking briskly towards the car waiting for her. "Да? Нет! Неправильно. Я не буду. Принц Gallu? Желание смерти!" Melora shifted her gaze around her, she had spoken much louder than she had intended. "Забудьте его. Нет. Нет. Нет! мы поговорим более поздно." With that conversation ended, she clicked off her phone and looked around once more. Her assignment had her much less than excited. Everyone who was ever assigned to a Gallu was killed. Now, her assignment was to win favour with one of the most brutish of them all, the Prince, in hopes that he would exchange information to her clan about a dangerous rogue vampire who not only refused to follow the laws, but also managed to escape every hunter he encountered. She stopped briefly and stomped her foot to the pavement the same way a child does when they throw a fit. She released a long sigh, then continued her walk. She would take this up directly with a council member as soon as she got to the meeting place. Melora planned to bring the fury over this assignment. Melora Anya Belikov did NOT befriend vampires, she brought them to justice.

[AzuraGallu]

Something caught Azura's eye as he made it a bit further from the entrance.
A Hunter. How cute. Apparently this one didn't know when a vampire was standing mere feet behind her. it was almost adorable enough to laugh at. Almost.
"You'll ruin your heels like that..." He said as he brushed past her.
Arrogance was something he played off well and so the tiny smirk on his lips was all for her to fume over once she realized who he was. Though she looked rather tasty, he didn't have the time to indulge himself at the moment.
Finally he found the rental he was looking for, procured the keys from his pocket and got in the driver's seat. In mere minutes he'd be in the thick of Moscow, with another dirty criminal's blood on his hands.

[MeloraBelikov]

A shiver rolled down Melora's back. She turned, looking in each direction to find the source of it. Her eyes lingered on Prince Gallu, but she had never seen him before, so she did not recognize him. She could tell he was a vampire, and a powerful one, but the sensation of his presence came and went almost instantly, washing over her body then away without even a second of lingering. The shiver returned with a vengeance, crawling up her spine. He was attractive for a blood sucking beast. Had he seen her? Obviously he had, he had spoken to her mere seconds ago. It was odd that she only sensed his power as he walked so close. Perhaps he, unlike other beasts of his kind, could control his stinking aura of death. Slowly, watching him walk away, she began to walk herself. Her feet were heavy, like they were being pulled to the ground. His words rang in her head, it was so quick that she hadn't been able to translate it when he said it to her. His voice washed through her thoughts. Something here, in Moscow, and with that man, was not right. The driver pulled the door open for her and she slipped in, not even taking time to thank him. The man had taken hold of her thoughts, and it seemed like that was almost his intention.

[AzuraGallu]

Azura growled in frustration at the lightening sky, then at the abandoned building before him. There were several stories to it, which made it impossible for him to sweep safely with the sun so close to the horizon. To assuage his ire, he patted the revolver at his side and turned from the edifice of the imposing tower of stone before him, making his way back into the more favorable parts of town. He'd awake early tomorrow to see what he could find, though many of the men in Ankara had been human, and may not adhere to his nocturnal scheduling.
No matter, they'd all be dead eventually.
He chuckled to himself, taking a very simple perverse joy in that fact. Pace quickening down the sidewalk, he shrugged further into his tweed duster nearly feeling the sun beginning to burn at his neck. The stars were still above, but there was only about an hour between he and absolute death.

[MeloraBelikov]

No sleep for Melora. She barely had time to switch from her travel clothes to her business ones before she was made to leave again. The sun began to rise over Moscow, a beautiful city. It was full of historic buildings and modern ones. What would it have been like to live forever, seeing building after building erected? What would it be like to remember when this entire city was just an empty stretch of land? She shook the thoughts from her mind. Immortality....people who would seek such a thing sought to become vampires, an idea popularized by the media. Idiots...Идиоты...Finally, Melora reached her destination, nearly missing it by walking by it. She sat down in the small cafe, waiting on her host. She came forward, smiling, barely even trying to hide her abnormally coloured eyes and fangs. Melora scoffed, though stood to show respect. The vampire extended her hand smiling a you won't do it, I dare you sort of smile, which Melora met simply by doing the same. The vampire lifted her hand in hers, cold skin seeping a lack of energy into Melora's palm. "Hello, you are obviously Nery, is this correct?"

The vampire smiled, her dark ringlets adjusting themselves around her face as she did so. "Yes, Nery is indeed my name." Her spanish accent romanced every word that graced her red lips. Her pale and perfect complexion was similar to Melora's own, with only the lack of rosy cheeks separating them. The woman was much taller than herself and full figured as opposed to Melora's small frame. The woman wasn't fat, but curvy, and her outfit helped to outline this fact. Outside it was freezing cold, but inside it was acceptable to wear just whatever was under her coat. She wore a simple dress which hugged her frame, especially around her chest, where she displayed enough cleavage to make someone's grandmother blush bright red.

"I see. I am Melora Belikov of the Banglaire," she added the name of her clan heavily, as a reminder.

"Yes, I am very much pleased to see you."

Their accents mingled in conversation, seeming very out of place together. Now that pleasantries were out of the way and warm tea was on it's way, they could get down to business. "We have arranged a meeting place for you and the Prince. It is funny, is it not? The Prince of the Vampires and the Hunter Princess. It seems very much like old royalty that your clan would offer you to him as a way of joining forces."

Melora choked on her tea. Offering her to him? This woman had it so backwards, Melora belonged to no one, least of all a vampire. Nery was obviously amused by the reaction, so she continued to see if she could elicit the same response.

"You did not think he would give you information so freely? You must first offer something to him. He may be a leader, but he is also a vampire, and vampires do not give without taking."

Being the ever quick-witted smart ass, Melora raised an eyebrow at her. "So what brings you here?"

And smirk formed across Nery's face, fangs flashing dangerously. "I wanted to meet you. I've heard in certain circles that your blood is ridiculously tasty, hunter. I thought that maybe the scent of you could help me imagine it." Her words dripped lust, almost sexual in the way it sounded. Nery looked Melora up and down like a mate would look at their lover.

That's my cue to exit, thought Melora, standing, taking the paper from the table in front of her. "I should now be going. I need to sleep."

"But what shall you give me in return for the information you've received?" Nery eyed her as she stood.

"My dear, I am a Hunter, not bound by the laws of respect that vampires have," She reminded her, "Though, I suppose that I have given you the pleasure of my company, which should be quite enough for now. Try to remember my scent so that you may know it and fear it should you ever break the law protecting you from my clan." With that, she left towards her apartments a few blocks from the cafe. Nery smiled as she left. Melora smelled better than she expected, she fully intended to taste her for herself.

[AzuraGallu]

Azura heaved himself out of bed just as the sun ducked beneath the horizon. His clan had many homes and safehouses around the world, and he, as the prince, was always allowed to use them.
A few other of his clan were there as well, but all were still safely in bed. None would rise this early, too many humans about.
He had no such worries. Humans were simplistic in their views of life and often shrugged off a vampire's appearance as an every day thing. At least most of them did. Others, especially those with a high libido, tended to just rub up against them, which either got them soundly taken advantage of, or killed.
Lightly descending the steps to the pavement, Azura clicked his fangs together to pass the time as he thought about what he'd seen the night before. Five stories, limited number of open windows, one front door, another back, and possibly one on the roof. He closed his eyes as he walked, nimbly adjusting to compensate for any human that came near without having to look.
Alone, this would be difficult, but not impossible.
He smiled in anticipation, fangs extending over his bottom teeth. If it didn't kill him, tonight would be a joy.

[MeloraBelikov]

Melora rose from her sleep to her cat making himself quite comfortable on her chest. She sat up, disturbing her cat in the process. He made his annoyance know by strutting away from her and plopping down on the bed beside her, just out of reach. When Melora got out of bed without paying him any mind, he immediately gave up his tactic of ignoring her to punish her in favour of gaining her attention by rubbing up against her legs, tripping her as she walked. She bent to pet him briefly before continuing her evening, taking care to get ready for the night ahead. She made sure she looked her best with her hair and makeup, then dressed herself in a stylish fashion, matching one of her many coats to her outfit. The coat was beautiful but mostly practical, as it held two pistols, bullets, a long knife and a few smaller ones, all perfectly concealed. No one would have any idea by looking at her or touching her that she held so many weapons on her person at once. She smiled to herself as she put her boots on, but as soon as it came time for her to walk out the door, her smile faded. Nery's words about an exchange still rung in her ears. Would she, in order to complete this mission, be expected to give herself to the Prince? She shook her head. If that were the case, would he even want her? Sure, she was the most successful hunter in the world. He could use her as such if he felt a need. Her skills could be just as easily applied to werewolves, the sworn enemy of the vampire. And what if he decided he wanted her for other reasons...? No, Melora would rather die than swear herself to a vampire. She shook her head and walked out the door, making her way to the address listed. When she came upon the building she drew a deep breath. Had he been expecting to see her? Or would she be forced to make an awkward introduction and explain her reason for being here? Helping a clan of vampires....what a mess of an assignment she had accepted.

[AzuraGallu]

Azura didn't miss a beat as he took the steps up to the door of the abandoned building. He was hardly fearful of anything happening to him. He'd half-way assumed that some vampires might be pulling the strings behind this operation, but apparently just a ragtag group of humans was all that was needed.
Pathetic.
The smell of mortality curled sweetly into his nares as he pulled his gun from its holster on his right hip. Normally he'd opt for stealth, but since this mission would be so simple, he'd decided to have a bit of fun. Besides, at the end he'd have the option of dining out.
He laughed as he opened the door, the rotten wood nearly causing it to come off its hinges. Inside the foyer he cocked his gun, holding it harmlessly at the ground as his eyes swept the room for anything abnormal.
He could hear their hearts beating, smell their nervous sweat. it practically made him shiver in delight.
If his senses were correct, and they always were, there were three on this floor, just beyond the open doorway. They were waiting for him to head right op the stairs which lay before him. He was a Gallu. He wasn't stupid.
Holding his gun up in a flash, he shot through the wall, the round easily passing through the deteriorating wall and straight into the human's heart. Upon hearing the shot, the other's began to move, upstairs as well as down. One of the men though it might be a good idea to rush him, he found it wasn't when the prince caught him around the throat, throwing him into his friend who'd followed him blindly in.
How boring. They didn't even know basics.
Heaving a sigh, Azura stomped down with his boot, crushing the skull of the first man and earning a scream of deepest pain from the other as the impact sent fragments of bone into his torso.

[MeloraBelikov]

Oh hell, she could already hear gunshots. The fun had started without her. Immediately she rushed unto the first room, through a door opposite the one Gallu had entered. A man run from the shadows towards her and she sidestepped from his path, sending him a few paces too far. The gleam of a gun came from under her coat's sleeve and with a single shot she took out one of his legs. The man yelped in pain from the bullet plunged into the back of his leg. She opened the next door into a hallway, leaving the man squealing in his blood. Melora rounded the corner of the hall and opened the next door. The stench of blood filled her lungs, making her sway a bit on her feet. The victim of the bone fragments sent from the vampire's foot stumbled and slumped against the wall, falling forward taking his last ragged breath. These were normal men, humans, forming a resistance against. the Gallu vampires. Why would her clan choose to send her here? Would it have not been more suitable to win over the resistance in order to convert them to Banglaire? And the vampire they were after....

"You're the man from the airport" she huffed in surprise. Immediately she caught herself breathing too heavily, so she corrected herself and stood firmly to the ground without swaying awkwardly from the smell of the scene. "I am Melora Anya Belikov of the Banglaire. I don't know if you have been informed, but my task is to assist you in your current dealings," she stated in her most official sounding tone. "It is my pleasure, Lord Gallu" she added. He had the unmistakable air of a vampire. Melora now understood why the man had stuck in her thoughts in the way he had, this was her target.

[AzuraGallu]

Azura's golden gaze raked over her, pupils having a distinct cat-like shape as his eyes shimmered with mild interest. Now wasn't the time for Hunter politics.
"Get out, woman," he growled before taking to the stairs. He took them easily enough and upon opening the door to the spread of the second story, he was met with a few horribly aimed shots at his heart. Two penetrated his chest, one clearing it, the other stuck somewhere uncomfortably between his left lung and his rib.
To a human, it would appear he'd vanished from view, when in reality he was moving with a speed their eyes could not register. He snatched the rifle from one, hitting him over the head, either crushing his skull or knocking him unconscious, he didn't bother to find out as another rushed him. He blocked the advance with the length of the barrel, positioned parallel to his chest. This man didn't have any weapon but his fists.
Stupid.
Lashing out with a clawed hand, he hit the gentleman so hard his head spun on his spine. The prince practically giggled at the funny image of the twisted corpse, smiling up at the others on the floor with a child-like joy as he advanced on them.

[MeloraBelikov]

Not to be told what to do by any vampire, she quickly followed him up the stairs. When she reached the floor, she pulled her other pistol from her coat and took aim, taking down two men at once. Each of them hit the floor crumpled in pain and shock. "Извинения" she mumbled as she stepped over them and into the room. A man took a flying leap towards her wielding a knife, clinging to the idea that he could at least kill her if not the vampire. Melora extended her leg, stopping him short of grabbing her by delivering a swift kick to his face. "My apologies Lord, but I am not to abandon my task. I will try to be of as little trouble to you as possible and make myself useful to you and we shall talk later of my clan." As she spoke, the man she had just sent to the floor clawed at her ankle. She stomped down on his hand and his scream echoed through the bloody room. Each of the men she had taken down writhed in pain, though none of them were dead. Melora had no desire to kill them. If they died from the wounds she gave them, at the very least she hadn't killed them. "Shall we continue on?"

[AzuraGallu]

Azura promptly ignored her upon seeing her still tagging along behind him. While she was good by Hunter standards, and he'd met quite a few, she was clumsy. her stance gave it away. If he wanted to trip her by blowing on her the wrong way, he could.
His eyes assessed the room, still not satisfied with what he was finding. He turned on his heel, heading for the stairs once more as he cleared another level.
The third floor was empty, full of sleeping areas and absolutely devoid of beating hearts. He could still hear them upstairs, however, perhaps five in all. Their numbers were dwindling, and he'd suspected that they'd run by now.
Apparently they believed in holding their ground and fighting to the death. At least the notion was honorable. If they were vampires, they'd most definitely be Gallu.
His shirt and jacket were beginning to wet with his own blood, and as he shot another man between the eyes he considered stopping for a quick snack. But the woman made him nervous. Vulnerability was not something to be shown around a Hunter, friendly or no.
He growled in frustration and immediately sought to take it out on another man who was scrambling to reload his weapon.
Why bother after missing your target completely?
Azura picked him up, tossing him against the wall with an eerie grace, the action barely throwing him off balance. Two more to go and all that was left was the floor above.
His eyes raised briefly to the ceiling.
Something was odd about this set up. He was tempted to believe a vampire lay in wait for him, but it didn't feel that way. The heart was human, breathing, also human. So why in the world would a single man wait for him and watch his men die?
Coward.

[MeloraBelikov]

Silence was a vampire's way of compliance. No more was to be said, so she followed him to the next room and then the next, watching him destroy whoever was in his path. Melora kept her weapons drawn, ready to of course aid her target, not that he needed any sort of aid. As a hunter she knew that his wounds meant nothing to him except perhaps a slight discomfort. Also, they would likely leave him in need of a meal. Melora shifted uncomfortably at this thought, remembering Nery's words to her. Had it really gotten around in circles that her Belikov blood was a tasty treat? She pushed the thought from her mind and focused her attention on following the vampire prince. If he decided to make her into a hunter snack then she would defend herself accordingly, but she hoped he would have more tact than that, considering that he was dealing with a Banglaire official. Blood went in all directions as the pair made their way through the building. Melora nearly sighed out loud at the thought of getting rid of this outfit. There was no way that this much blood would come out of her clothes. They were ruined. Experience as a hunter allowed her to muse on such trivial things even in battle.