Kendra waited cautiously in the dark for what seemed like hours. If only she had been fast enough to have gotten the bastard already, she could have been anywhere except this gloomy forest that gave her the creeps. She saw below the tree she was perched on the movement of trees and grunting noises with her acute hearing. Damn it! Kendra jumped down from her tree sprinting toward the beast. It was huge, about the size of two semi trucks put together. The rotting blue flesh was just as repulsive as the stench they carried, it was like a huge zombie dog only with two heads. They were called Blood Hounds or better known as the Devils guard dogs. They were mean nasty little sons of bitches that irritated Kendra every time she encountered them on her missions. The only advantage she had against them was they could not see...they literately had no eyes which is why most take the human form of a blind person.<br/><br/>Noiselessly she did a back hand spring then flipped in the air plunging her claymore into one of the heads of the hound. There was a high pitched whine and yelp that vibrated through the forest. The sword sprung from the head spewing a gush of blood all over Kendra. Catching her claymore in the air she plunged it into the second head of the beast. Again the sword sprung out from the wound and blood splatter rained on the forest floor. She jumped down from the huge corpse landing in blood hound goop. She pulled put her cell phone and dialed head quarters.<br/><br/>"Get me someone to come pick me up, get the usual clean up crew and a bunch of towels." fifteen minutes later a man dressed in all black came to find her almost half naked from the waist up. He lead her to the car without saying a word the whole way back.<br/><br/>Once she was showered and dressed she called her boss on the big screen. "Well its been awhile has it not, Kendra?" The man was old and had gray wisps of hair atop his head he also had a thick french accent. This was the man she worked for, the man who is helping her atone for her many sins when she was used as nothing more than a human destruction weapon. Its hard to believe that it has been over four years sense she joined Destroyer du Mal or better known as Delta 666.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I guess it has...anyways Whats the next target?" the old man chuckled and smiled at Kendra. "You were always as you say 'cut de chit chat and get down to business.' " Kendra poured herself a brandy and waited impatiently for him to do just that. "Kendra Jiavanta, you are to find a vampire woman named Layla Villon. You are not to kill her, again I repeat you are not to kill her. We simply need you to bring her to us with any means that is necessary. Tomorrow you are to go to the club Toxic and talk to anyone that may have any connection to her. Any questions?"<br/><br/>"Yes i have one. If anyone dose not cooperate with my plans no matter who they are, do i get the right to punish them how i see fit?" the man thought this over then nodded ending the call. She picked up her glass and looked at it in the light.<br/><br/>"Club Toxic huh? A vampire club that was famous for its willing human blood bags. Seems interesting." Kendra gulped down the contents of the glass before heading off to bed for the night.