"Get that son of a bitch under control!"<br/><br/>The surrounding was rounded by three other men and a lone female, while the fifth male, the head leader of the gathered  stared down at the beast. The fangs were exposed, the hissing almost loud enough to vibrate the surrounding walls of the narrow alleyway. The stench of muck and decay lingered heavily in the air, the clear distinction between trash and death ran high through the bodies of the personal that was there. Eyes were gathered to the vampire laying sprawled over the pavement, two pairs of arms struggled to hold the beast while two more sets struggled on the kicking limbs below.<br/><br/>Michel Jenson's eyes were tarnish yellow, starring hard at the vampire as it's head struggled up and thrashed from side to side, trying to intimidate the humans. The shitkickers thundered on the ground, moving around the top of the beasts head before coming within view of the vampire.<br/><br/>"Heres what I want to know... how is your creator?"<br/><br/>There was a tense, very stilled moment as the vampires wild beastly hues starred up at Michel. Sure he could do a simple incantation and kill the thing but... what was the point in that? More to the point what was the point in doing away with it when it could be used against it's own kind? A little experiments never hurt anyone, least not Michel Jenson.<br/><br/>"We can do this the hard way... or we can do this the easy way, your pick."<br/><br/>Jenson lowered down to the balls of his feet, his arms strained against the white T-shirt he wore, propping his elbows on his knees, leaning against them as he eyed the beast. The vampire shifted slightly, moving to roll as far as those hands would allow him to his side.<br/><br/>"Fuck you Hunter!"<br/><br/>The words growled out, which made Jenson cock a brow before he rose back up, taking a step back before turning his back on the vampire and made his way down the alley. His right hand rose up, a slight salute over his shoulder to the co-members of his rag-tag group of hunters. Once the signal was given the men... and woman of the group laughed as they forced the vampire to his feet, making him move. Though before they got too far Jenson stalled, exhaling a deep breath before turning back around to the group.<br/><br/>"On second thought.... we don't need the extra dead weight."<br/><br/>Murmuring under his voice, the heat in the surroundings heightened, stuffing out the darkness as flames licked up the side of his form, moving like a well oiled hand reaching out. Jenson wasn't on fire, no far from it,  but the flames them self appeared like a living thing, stretching out towards the beast as the hunters let him drop from their side. The beast turned tail to run, though it was all too soon too late. The flames smothered the air as they enclosed on the beast, taking it down to the ground in a scent of burnt hair and flesh, a nose wrinkling scent. The sound was ear piercing as the vampire hissed and screamed from the pain, the limbs were thrashing and bouncing over the pavement, struggling to it's feet under it's body, though time was too short for all that, and in a final scream for life the vampire fell silent.<br/><br/>Jenson lowered his hand down and clasped his hand into a fist, putting out the flames, inhaling a deep breath as his hand moved to his back. It shook uncontrollably, but no one here needed to know that. His head rose to eye the surrounding spectators, his eyes narrowing as he looked at each and everyone of them.<br/><br/>"This shit won't happen on out next mission. Put your shit together before we head out for now on or find yourself another damn job."