The Devil and The Demon

If the Predator had been human, his thoughts would have been similar too "What the fuck is that thing?!" Perhaps this thought crossed his alien mind as he ran/limped over the rooftops, trying to distance himself from the ooman. It wasn't that he was running away, oh no, nothing so disgraceful. The hunter simply needed to heal himself before continuing the hunt. How could he properly hunt and enjoy himself if he was limping around like an elder? He couldn't, so he had retreated for the time being.

After a while, he stopped, and collapsed heavily behind a shed-like building on a roof a few miles away. He looked at the bullet wound on his leg and decided it wasn't too serious; it was a shallow graze, which accounted for the heavy bleeding, but it wasn't a health risk. The hunter couldn't even remember hearing about any one of his species dying from blood loss alone.

However, it still needed tended. Pulling off his shoulder pack and rummaging in it, the Predator pulled out a syringe and a tube of strange liquid. He grimaced slightly; the Predator didn't have a liking for shots, but it was necessary to fight off infection. Clenching his fist, he injected the shot into the wound and bellowed as it stung.

When the pain subsided, he slathered the contents of the tube onto the wound, sealing it. The cooling effect made him sigh in relief after the painful sting. After a few moments, he was able to move normally, and the wound didn't bleed anymore. Now, to take care of this...ooman. Taking in the surrounding area, the Predator would've grinned when he realized it was a perfect battleground. The building he was on now was in the middle of several taller ones. This was the height advantage he was wanting. Seeing the trail of bright green blood he had left behind, the hunter realized he only had a short time to set up his trap before his prey arrived.

However, a familiar scent filtered into the mask, and the Predator realized that he was near the slaughterhouse. It wouldn't hurt to grab a bite to eat before the ooman arrived. Tapping away at his wrist computer, he disappeared towards the warehouse entrance.

Alucard grinned, his tinted sunglasses sliding down on his nose until red eyes peered over them, following the green splots as they disappeared onto the next roof. "I wonder what sort of monster this thing is," he mused to himself, calmly walking beside the trail of blood. "It's not a vampire, but not a man, neither. And with such technology at its disposal...this really is something new." Suddenly, a loud roar filled the air. Alucard's head snapped up, eyes narrowed. The sound was quickly swallowed up by the night, but the vampire still couldn't help pulling out his Jackal and Casull.

"Well, no matter what it is, it can still feel the effects of my Jackal. Too bad this...hunter...won't get to live very long. I was just beginning to enjoy this." He bit down on the barrel and cocked the black pistol with the moonlight glinting off of his glasses.

"Can't you see Herrigan? The technology alone we could learn from this...visitor could change everything about the world!" Keyes said, the thinning-haired man currently dressed in what looked to be a hazmat suit covered in aluminum foil.

"You're crazy!" said Herrigan, the black police leutinent who was currently covered in sweat and a bit of blood, looked at him like he was, well, crazy. The policeman couldn't help the thought Crazy white asshole float through his mind. "Let me get this straight. You and your team-dressed like escapees from the mental house-are going to go into that slaughterhouse and try to catch an alien?" You're the stupidest, craziest fuck, though not spoken, was apparent in Herrigan's tone.

"You saw its work for yourself, so don't look at me like that, Herrigan. You've lost your entire team to it," Keyes said. "Now we're just evening the score."

Before Herrigan could throw out another "You're outta your goddamn mind," Keyes turned from him and began checking monitors and talking to his other teammates inside the trailer/secret operations base. Keyes' lakey, a big guy used to following orders, began leading Herrigan into another room. "Alright team. We know the vistor is here, so let's suit up and move out!"

"You're gonna get 'em killed, asshole!" Herrigan roared before he was shoved through a door into a back room.

The slaughterhouse was dark, the electricity shut down to the entire place, the only illumination coming from the flashlights on the shoudlers of the government team. The air was thick from the 'flakes' falling through the air, designed to land on the alien's skin and prevent it from going invisible. The silver suits hide all body heat, making the people effectively invisible. Each had a large pack on their back connected to a gun that would shoot cold streams. These men were on a mission, but not to kill but to capture. Freeze the creature and bring it back for study. It seemed like a simple enough plan.

Outside of the meathouse were a series of white trailers, the base for the team. Inside was Herrigan and a few technicians, watching the action via video feed and a a map that acted as radar, pinpointing everyone's-including the Predator's-position. The hunter was currently running through the second floor, completely visible to anyone who cared to look, unaware of the people just below his feet. Herrigan watched with a mixture of curiousity, fear, and vengence. This thing had killed Danny-boy, and although it wasn't going to be killed, he was still glad that it was going to be stopped. However, the policeman still wished he could just put the barrel of his gun to the fucking monster's head and blow its brains out.

On the roof of the meathouse stood Alucard, only his black silouette and the gleam of his glasses visible. The skylight allowed him to see everything that was going on in the floors below him. He saw his prey, whatever it was, running, and a team of humans under the creature. The creature hadn't seemed to have noticed them yet, continuing its oblivious travels.

"Well, now," said Alucard to himself. "I think I'll sit this one out. After all, reading about carnage and seeing one's enemies' abilities in person is wholly different. It would be irresposible if I didn't watch from afar, to assess my enemy's power, right?" With a grin, Alucard disappeared, only to reappear perched on a rafter, legs crossed, hands folded in patience as he waited for the bloodbath to begin.