The night of Venegeance

~Author~

The streets were empty at this time of a deep night. The humans were smart, sitting in their houses when there was a full moon, or what's worse, the red full moon, like the one shining on the dark skyline right now. It was a habit of the previous centuries to sit in the well-protected house once the full moon showed up, as the modern people rarely believed the creatures like werewolves and vampires did exist, unless their ancestors.

The silent night street near the police station was as empty as any other street in the area. However, if humans were able to see through the complete darkness, they would see a figure on the other side of the street, standing in its black robe right in front of the police station. The figure wasn't moving as if it was a statue, but its eyes were focused on the lights in the buildings.

A clock hanging on one of the walls in the police station showed the exact midnight, the station was full of police officers and detectives, who were discussing something regarding the latest news.

"What could have happened to that burned station? The expertise wasn't able to answer the main question, so either it was arson or self-ignition, we can't say." One of the officers said, reading the latest results of the expertise made regarding the burned police station on the other side of the city. "Moreover, they couldn't identify the source of the fire, as if the whole building started burning all at once."

"If it's an arson, there's the mafia behind it, but we'll never be able to prove it, you know" said his partner, filling the documents regarding the investigation of that strange fire. A few days ago, one of the police stations on the outskirts of the city was burned to ash, and the only dead body that was found in that station, was the body of the local police chief. They asked all the staff that were talking the same sh*ts as if all their memory were evaporated with the smog from the fire. They were all out for cases, but they couldn't remember which cases they were investigating, nor why the chief was left alone in the station. It all looked very strange, and the head of the police won't probably believe those words at all. But who cares?

The figure on the other side of the street was watching closely as the light in the windows was shining as if waiting for some kin d of signal. It remained in the same position for an hour or two, until the lights in one of the rooms on the second floor flashed out. The figure moved and in a second reached the main entrance of the police station, turned the door handle and went inside.

The life in the station seemed to stop as soon as the door was opened. However, the figure didn't care about that at all. He moved along the table and officers, without taking off his black hood.

What was the most interesting, none of the officers stopped the figure, as if they felt the dangerous aura coming from the figure that interrupted their calm regular night. They just stunned in their places as someone cast the frozen spell on them.

"Get back to your job," the figure said, and disappeared in the corridor leading to the chief's office. No one cared to ask who that intruder was and why he's going to the chief's office so late at night. Neither they dared to ask why the figure is so cocky. All of them knew the origin of the feeling when you're scared even to breath, and all of them knew from whom that feeling could be felt, but no one dared to say the name. 𝕮𝖆𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖎𝖙, 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘?

The figure went alongside the white corridor with wooden panels on the walls to the end of the corridor, and stopped right in front of the three black doors. The titles hanging on the walls said the door on the left and on the right were leading to the Assistant Chief and the Deputy Chief, while the center one lead to the Chief or Head of the Police itself. It was the room where the lights flashed out a few seconds ago before the figure entered the police station. And, it was the room where the main target of today's night was having its rest and chill, while others work.

The mysterious night guest didn't dare even to knock the door. It just turned the door handle, went inside, and closed the door behind itself on a key. It didn't remove the black hood of his robe either, so the chief sitting in his office chair and buttoning his shirt was slightly shocked with the behavior of the intruder.

The chief of the police was an old, greedy man, but he wasn't as stupid as anyone could have thought about him. He had deserved his position some time ago, and he didn't need to think for a long while to understand who's hiding behind the black robe. It should be someone from the mafia, and someone, who don't belong to the human world either. The man hiding behind the figure was powerful as his aura was felt even at distance and even the humankind was able to sense it without having any special abilities.

The chief finally managed to button his shirt and pants, put the belt on its place and finally looked at the figure that was standing in the darkness and observing him from head to toes. However, the Chief was a busy man, and he didn't have time to wait, so he broke the awkward silence without knowing how it will affect him and his future.

"How dare you to come here?" The Chief asked and put the tie back on its place, as if not caring about the figure watching him closely. To be honest, the Chief was a wise man, indeed, but sometimes he just wasn't able to give a rational conclusion to the situation, and it never led him to something good.

This was the exact time when his rational mind turned off, altering him to being unable to sense the aura of the figure standing in front of him to the end and feel a hell fire, the aura was radiating.

"How dare you to come on my land?" the figure finally asked with a stern, cold voice that a shiver ran down the Chief's spine, and removed the hood. The platinum hair, the cold onyx eyes, the thin death threatening figure, killing aura and a black rick costume.

"Mr… Mr. Markus… M… Malone?" The chief finally asked, signing his own death contract after pronouncing his name aloud without permission.

"Don't force me to repeat the question," Markus Malone said in a second after Chief calmed down from a shock, sensing the change in his behavior. His hands started to shake, his eyes were running around seeking for any hideout or an escape, while his body froze at the very place he was before.

"What… what are you talking about?" The man asked, arching an eyebrow after taking back control over his body for some time. The thin figure in front of him made a step and in a second appeared in front of him, then bent down and squeezed the man's shoulder so hard that it cracked. A horrible pain went through his body and he even screamed, but his mouth was closed with a cold hand of the figure.

"Aurora," the figure whispered the name in the Chief's ear, then lift him in a second and pressed to the wall behind his chair. Everything happened so fast, that the Chief didn't even had time to react. His injured shoulder hurt like hell, but the cold hand that was squeezing his neck was much worse.

"Ah… that bi*ch…" The Chief said, and in a second he found his body flying through the window down to the street, but before he broke on the ground, someone caught him, and he was pressed to the wall in his office again.

"Try again," Markus whispered at his ear, squeezing the man's neck tighter, so his skin started to turn blue and purple.

"That… g… girl… What… do…," the neck of the man was slightly freed from a hard grip, so his skin turned to its normal color, and he was able to speak again, "Aurora. She heard us talking how to get rid of the mafia. What could we do?"

"Take her in your game instead of killing," Markus whispered, then lift the Chief higher, "Who is that maniac that supposed to kill her?"

"He…," the man was interrupted by Markus, who sent him flying again, as if sensing the lie before he even started it. His body felt to the floor near the door leading in and out of his cabinet, made a long sigh and coughed the blood out of his body. The hot liquid run down his lips and neck, and a bloody red eyes appeared in front of him in a few seconds. However, Markus wasn't even going to bite him, his face grimaced on one thought of drinking the blood of such a dirty policeman.

"Kristof Lachovsky," the Chief finally said, and a new stream of blood run down his mouth. The figure didn't even react to this kind of news, he was still looking at the Chief with his bloody eyes and analyzing. "He was supposed to kill the girl, but when she disappeared with a mysterious high priority informant, we changed plans."

"So you don't even know where's she?" Markus asked with some bewilderment, but his voice was as cold as usual.

"No… The chief of her station died before he was able to tell me who that informant was and where's the girl."

"And Lachovsky? Hasn't he told you?" Markus arched an eyebrow, trying to not reveal he does know both.

"We lost contact long before the case with the maniac started. He wasn't sending anything about the mafia plans anymore, and we thought that our deal is broken and sent some rats to his bloody bank at first." The Chief coughed with blood again, but Markus moved away from him and went to the window to have some thoughts.

{Kristof started dating Mallory right before that case had started, a few months ago. So he was spying all this time for police, but after the started sleeping with Mallory, stopped? Does he fall in love?"}

"Lachovsky wasn't a very useful spy, if to be honest." The Chief said, standing at his two, and looked at the figure in a black robe. "He was telling too less for us to do anything, and only about a few not very popular mafia bosses. We never trusted him."

"What deal you had?" Markus asked, acting way too calmly.

"We don't touch Markus Malone if he tells us some information we need to protect our reputation in the eyes of the humans," The Chief coughed again and pressed his back to the door, "We would never touch you with this deal or without."

"You touched me when decided to kill Aurora," Markus turned around and went to the direction of the figure with his fingertips burning.