The music was pulsing and pounding in the club, the four hunters inside the place looked just like the people that would belong there. There was a girl with long blond hair, she had tied them in big pig tails, she wore a school uniform that was several sizes to small for her, her skin was sweaty and she was looking like she was on display. A large guy with gray hair wore an Victorian style suit, he did not dance much but made his way around the dance floor, dancing women looked at him with angry eyes, he looked like one of the wanabe’s men that wanted to look and act like a vampire hoping that it would get them women. Then there was a girl with brown hair she wore a tank top above a pair of sweat pants. Her long hair was in a braid that she had draped over her shoulder. She danced wildly , and made a lot of contact with various men on the dance floor, once ever so often stealing glanses with the man in the Victorian suit. Then there was a red headed girl, her face always looked so serious, even when she was smiling her face seemed to be in a scowl , She wore a leather jacket over a cut up t-shirt and tor jeans. Those 4 being there was like always planed, the hunters were good at their job and these four, maybe young in age, were very good at their job. This evening they knew their mark, or marks that they were after. It was a group of several vampires that used, what the hunters called, a bait and ditch con. Bait and ditch meant that they would go to parties like these, and go for easy targets, targets like blond girls in school uniforms, that seemed desperate for vampiric attention, guy like gray haired men in old clothing that wanted to be like and most likely with a vampire. This was why the hunters had been dressed like that, dressed like easy targets, not to obvious, vampires weren’t daft, they would pick out hunters trying to hard like a white nut in a bag of brown ones. So far they had not shown up. The girl with the read hair, who had the code name War, made her way to the bar. She leaned back wards against it, pressing her curves out like a lamb exposing it self. “Hey fire crotch what can I get you” The bartender asked. “I got some primo on the tap and if some good booze on the bottle. War turned around and put a small filtered cigar between her lips. “How bout some fire for the fire?” she asked in a tone that sounded slightly violent as well as seductive. Before the bartender could respond a man in a large trench coat held out a lighter. The lighter was white as bone and carved so pretty that it had to have cost him a fortune. “You smell new” He snarled “Lycan” she replied, the man chuckled “Was it that obvious?” He asked as he looked at her. War shrugged. “You were not trying to hide it, you like it that people know, it means you’re an alpha, maybe even a pack leader.” He smiled baring his teeth. War smiled back at him, I heard this was the place to be.” War did not break character, she moved her hips and her body showing she loved the attention the man gave her, one could never be to carefull around lycans.