They say “Be proud of your enemy and enjoy his success.” I’m sure that should probably apply to an enemy with a mind. This white that we chased and fought, was mindless. All animal instinct, no consciousness. She wanted two things. Something to eat and a clean getaway and in that order.
It was an abomination. A werewolf turned by one of us. If anyone knew who made it, they’d be made to greet the sun after the thing was dead. If the wolves had caught up with it first, the consequences would have been just as vicious. Probably more so. The werewolves hate vampires. Always have as far as I can tell. They call us leaches and it’s hard to argue.
As it is, it was us, a bunch of “leaches” that cornered and killed the beast. Ethan, this new guy, “Caden” or something, and myself, Liam Flannery, the new prince of the city who everyone wants to see fail.
Ethan and I have more than a few issues with one another. He likes to act like he doesn’t give it much thought. Tries to get inside my head, throw my concentration. However, I know the strategy. I’ve seen it plenty. Used it myself. Anyway, to his credit, he kept that nonsense on the back burner while we dealt with the white.
This same creature had apparently cycled back through the city on previous hunts but the kindred here had no success in putting it down. Even the much hyped former prince Gwen Winters was unable to work up a successful strategy for stopping it. But this night was different. It came to hunt indoors in close quarters where it couldn’t use it’s full speed to escape. By all rights, once we had cornered the thing, it should have torn through us to escape but it hesitated and in that moment we struck. I had gambled earlier in the chase with an intimidation game. It tried to intimidate me and I stood my ground, met it’s gaze. An opponent with that much power and a mind would have confidently shredded through me like tissue paper but it was easily fooled by my own confidence into a panicked and confused state. So it ran a mad circuit through tight corridors with even tighter corners, sharp turns that forced it to slow down. It stayed out of reach but couldn’t stay out of sight. I figured out that she was heading back to her escape route so as Ethan continued pursuit, I broke off and went back there to wait for her. She arrived and when cornered she succumbed to her primal fears. At that moment we had her.
A sad end to what should have been a worthy opponent. When things are calmer here in New Orleans, I shall command that a search be conducted for whoever turned this poor mongrel and when found, they will be properly punished.