Red Light! (Alexandria)

[Akira Nakajima]

The red light shone through the rain speckled window screen creating an eerie glow on Akira’s face. Her fingers tapped the steering wheel of the black Subaru in annoyance, this had been the third traffic light in a row that had stopped the Malkavian in her tracks and the thing that made it worse was that the roads were empty. If she did happen to see anyone else she would have been surprised as in her experience half three in the morning was not a common time for people to be nipping out to the local shops. Finally the lights flashed to Amber and then to Green and the car began to accelerate away, that was until the next set of traffic lights.

Swearing loudly Akira flicked on the car radio in the sheer want of company but the drown of a tired taxi driver moaning about how the Prime Minster had got everything wrong and how he could do a better job was not exactly the kind of company she wanted after a long drive. The radio present tried to defend the PM but was soon put back in place but the taxi driver listing off how all MP’s were liars and cheats. With a small huff in disagreement Akira turned the radio off again and rested her head back on the headrest and just stared at the red light.

The lights followed there sequence yet again and a green light filled the car but Akira did not move anywhere. Her gaze was fixed on something moving on the opposite side of the road. At first she thought it was just a local tramp, maybe even a drunk lost on their way home but it was moving too swiftly. Frowning Akira quickly hit speed dial on her phone and waited patiently for the sound of the on night team to come down her Bluetooth.

“Morning Lorak.” Akira gave a small smile at the low grumble from the other end. “Has anyone sensed any disturbance down North-West…” she was cut off as Lorak began to frantically hit some keys and she could just imagine the screens reflecting in the mans horn rimmed glasses.
“There is something, I could try and use the CTV cameras…” he muttered back
“It’s moving to quickly” Akira commented and it was soon backed up by a list of expletives coming down her Bluetooth. “Wake up Connolly, maybe even Luthen as I have a feeling I will need them, I shall head off in the direction it went.”

The groan down the other end made her laugh even more as the phone connection cut out, but this time Akira did not mind being left alone, she had a chase on. Ignoring the fact the traffic light was on red the Malkavian floored the accelerate and with a screech of tyre smoke and the Subaru searching for grip on the wet road she headed off in the direction the creature went. Sliding the car around the corner the sat-nav on the dashboard started to moan that she was going the wrong way but Akira was having too much fun to even pay any attention to it. The back end of the car was hanging out as she went full throttle around a street corner.

At the end of the street there was movement, a thin figure, almost feminine looking however Akira did not get a good look. The head lights were only briefly passed over it as she was trying to correct the sideways moment she was having. The sound of thuds and clatters meant that she had knocked over a few dustbins but she could not lose sight of her target and a small satisfied smile filled her face when she relied there was no where for it to go, they had hit a dead end.

Quickly undoing her seatbelt Akira leaned over to the glove pocket on the passenger side of the car and pulled out her Phoenix (her handgun) and torch, placing them into her coat pocket before kicking open the door. Running to the end of the street she noticed a small ally way, which must have been the way the creature went. Flicking on her torch she jogged down the ally keeping her eyes peeled yet the one thing she did not expect to find was a Skate Park and a woman standing on top on of the ramps.

Clicking off her torch she reached for her gun, slowly Akira flicked off the safety and gripped the Phoenix tightly in her hand ready to rapidly pull the trigger just in case the woman was not going to be friendly.

[Alexandria Rayne]

For saying it was this time in the morning, the town centre was pretty empty. Alexandria hadn't expected that, and thought she would be able to blend into the crowds coming out from pubs and clubs. Nobody in their right mind who was off their heads with over consumption of alcohol would ever think she didn't belong, and so they would have been the perfect cover. Yet her plan had been foiled, and she had to take to the street in her long leather coat, scouting out information. She had been lead their by a clue she had found in the abandoned research facility on the night Demetrius had bombarded in. However, she was glad he did or she wouldn't have realised the clue to whatever it was she was looking for. She had no idea herself yet, but she needed to know what went off in there, and why. It was too close to home for her not to know about it for her liking, and so the past few years had been dedicated to finding out its secrets. So far she had no luck, but she was was making gradual progress.

Staying alert, her senses on high she could not sense any threat to her at the moment. Passing a club called ‘The Funky mushroom’ she looked at the door as a group of people came stumbling out. Men with their arms over women, and drunken fondling was in play and Alexandria just shook her head a little. They had no idea at what the vampires were doing for them, protecting them as much as they could from the lycans who wanted to take over. She was helping them, but they never even realised, too wrapped up in their own little worlds, and yet Alexandria would never have a world like that, but would always be wrapped up in theirs but never fully part of it. Outcasts, and they always would be.

“’’er Stace! Flash us ya boobs love!” Shouted a large shaved headed man (who looked like he played rugby twenty four seven) at a blonde walking arm in arm with her two friends either side. She carried on walking but looked around at the man who was now joined by his group of friends and a few more girls, and she laughed and pulled her top up, revealing her bra to the clan. Whoops and cheers came from the blokes, and the girls simply carried on giggling drunkenly as if nothing was happening. Now caught in the middle of the gang, Alex was shocked at seeing another woman’s boobs, that was definitely not what she came out for tonight. Still, at least she had something to get the lads jealous later back at the mansion.

Looking both ways, she crossed the street rather un-noticed so far by the drunken horde, but as soon as she set foot on the curb on the other side, a cheer came from the previous man who hollered at that girl, Stacey.
“Alright love, wanna join us? You’re a bit of totty ain’t ya! Wheyyyy!!!” he slurred as he stumbled over the road. Alex just stuck her finger up at him and ran off down the road and around the corner before he had time to catch up. That was all she needed now, a drunk to follow her and chat her up. Disgusting fat oaf. Looking round the corner quickly, she saw him turn to his mates as he stood in the middle of the road waving his arms about in his red and white striped rugby shirt chanting some song and rambling random things to people passing by.

Leaning her head back against the wall, she looked infront of her, and across the road was a small alleyway. She had no reason to go there, but she decided to go anyway, even if it was to get away from the ugly rugby ball. Looking both ways, for people moreso than cars, she zoomed across the street unseen and down the dark alleyway. Walking up a small ramp to the other side which showed a clear view of the city, she heard a car speeding up. Looking to the left, she could sense Malkavian blood. Seeing the car where the noise came from, she knew she would be having a chase on her hands. Running across the little ramp attached to the side of the building she ran as fast as she could down the street before jumping across one at the end, grabbing onto a windowledge and running across the roof before jumping down the back and onto a skate park. Looking round, she saw no sign of the Malkavian, but could still smell her. Jogging up one of the ramps, she turned around and awaited the culprit of the chase. The smell became stronger, and Alexandria could tell the Malkavian was nearing the ramp. Hearing the gun click, she turned around and bent down at the same time to make herself less of a target. Staring at the woman for a moment, she eyed up her gun. For a moment, the pair stood in silence as Alex was attempting to sum up the woman now in her presence.

“Phoenix” she muttered loud enough for her to hear.
“A very handy gun”

[Akira Nakajima]

Akira had been doing this for a very long time now, chasing down mysterious creatures, and standing in the darkness with her gun poised ready to strike. The adrenaline still pumped through her veins, the slight sickly feeling in her stomach as she feared the unexpected and the thirst for knowledge. The creature clearly felt her presence and turned around, crouching as she went to look at her. It was indeed a female and as she looked upon the woman’s features Akira knew what she was dealing with instantly. A vampire.

Lowering her gun Akira titled her head to one side as she looked upon the woman as she commented about the automatic in her hand. Although it was by her side Akira’s grip tightened around it almost instinctively in the want to protect it.

“Very handy.” Akira repeated as her purple eyes darted around, straining to see anything in the darkness. She could see nothing but over the years she had learnt that that did not mean that there was nothing. Walking slowly forward Akira’s shoes splashed as walked through a puddle, the water began to seep through the canvas of her shoes but she did not look down, she did not even flinch, her eyes were focused on the vampire in front of her. “It has a polished blue finish as well, you have to accessorise these days.”

A small smile filled the Malkavians features and she slowly came to a halt less then a meter from where the vampire was crouching. Akira was tempted to joke about having a them in a range of different colours but she knew at this present moment in time she did not look like someone who cared much about colour coordination. She had had a very long day after attending a technology convention down in London, seeing the developments that had been made and was quite ready to get back and steal their ideas. So here she was, her long black coat fluttering in the wind, yellow hooded jumper adding a bit of colour and in contrast to her red converses. Her hair was in a rough ponytail and had it been a dry day her hair would be sticking out all over the place but the rain was flattening it down, at least that was on upside with this weather.

‘Akira... Someone called her name, at first she was confused although she did not let it show on her face, ‘Akira, it is Connolly.’ It was her Bluetooth. ‘We can see you on CTV just to your right and the fact that you have company. We are running her face though our databases and the face recognition system see if we can get any matches for you.’

Akira was proud that the guys back in HQ were using the technology and even more so that they were trying to help her but she could not work out what was wrong with the old fashioned way of asking someone face to face. With a flick of her thumb the safety on her gun was turned on and she placed it back in her pocket, it would be easy to pull out again if she needed it but for now she needed to show the vampire she meant no harm. Although Akira disliked the species for the endless fighting that had been happening she would never purposely kill one unless they killed one of her men, it was the Lycans she had a vendetta against.

“So what can...”
‘Akira!’’ The voice in her ear sounded alarmed and made Akira falter.
“…I call...”
‘Akira that is the vampire leader…’
“…you friend?”