**NEW NIGHT**
This particular beast was rather stubborn.
She'd been tracking it for several nights now, slowly following the trail of bloody murders it was leaving it's wake. At first, it'd been disturbing rumors she'd heard being talked about by Parisians. Then, the gendarmes. Finally, she'd come upon a scene of a recent killing, and all it had taken was one look at the victim's wounds to know who--or what--had done it. Since then, she'd been following the werewolf's trail, chasing it down via small clues that only someone in the know would pick up.
Now, she was here, to the house she was certain it was living out of. She hefted the rifle she carried in her arms, a custom job she herself had made using an archaic and well-weathered but still sturdy and workable Winchester as a base. Normally she wouldn't have such firepower on her, as her handguns were all that she needed. But this particular beast was an Alpha werewolf, and those tended to be lightyears ahead of their lesser cousins in terms of power.
Moving cautiously, she circled the house, carefully assessing the property. She doubted it was locked--werewolfs were notoriously careless, always falling back on their curse to protect them--but it was still probably not a good idea to come in through the front door, even it was hanging open slightly.
That could be just like that as bait.
Instead, she silently made her way in through a side door. The musty air felt heavy, but it bore an unmistakable scent: wet dog. With one corner of her mouth turning up in a smirk, she ghosted through the debris-strewn hallway, stopping by each room and checking as methodically as any member of a S.W.A.T. team. After finding nothing on the first floor save more evidence of the beast's presence, she started up the central staircase when a crash came from the basement.
Moving swiftly, she turned and vaulted over the railing, then sprinted toward the disturbance. She was just in sight of the basement door when it crashed open, and a disheveled and wild-eyed looking woman stepped out, scratches on her face and...yes...blood on her fingernails.
"I knew it!" The woman growled, and moving with a fluidity that didn't belong in a human body, the woman dropped to all fours and made a beeline for the nearest window.
Michelle had never seen a werewolf do this sort of thing in human form, and she reacted a bit more slowly than she normally would have, not firing the rifle until her prey had almost made it out. The werewolf howled as the blast hit her broadside, and the beast woman crashed ungracefully through the window and onto the street outside. Michelle gave chase, leaping through window, silently cursing herself for letting get it outside so fast. Already, the were had gotten to her feet and was taking off across the cobblestones.
The chase ran through the streets, the otherwise still night punctuated by shots from the rifle, and when those ran out, the handguns. Being an alpha female, the werewolf was blisteringly fast even in her human guise, and it was taking Michelle everything she had to just keep up and keep her target in sight. After some time, she realized that the beast had an actual destination in mind--they were headed for the docks.
"Oh no you don't," Michelle hissed, firing off a few more rounds. She'd shot so much into the creature by now that she was leaving a noticeable blood trail, but the supernatural being wasn't significantly slowing, not even with some of the silver bullets that had hit her.
Both hunter and hunted reached one of the ships on the dock, the werewolf making a tremendous leap onboard. It was leaving, and Michelle was lagging so far behind...
She pushed herself harder, her chest heaving...it couldn't get away, not after all this, not after all it had done to people...
Michelle halted at the end of the pier, gasping for breath. The boat was too far away to jump to from here, and there was nowhere she could climb to try and make it from. Setting her jaw in determination, once she'd caught her breath Michelle made her way to the nearest dockworker and calmly asked where the departing ship was headed. Ignoring the worker's stare at her attire and the weapons, she nodded at his taken-aback answer and began to make her way back to base.
That werewolf was not getting away. They would meet again, in London
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