It was midnight when the black ’69 Chevelle rolled into town.

Zodiac sat behind the wheel, a Marlboro dangling from between his lips as they cruised down the boulevard. The streetlights illuminated their way, casting gold across the crowd gathered outside a local nightclub. Eyes of silver, red, and gold followed the car, and Zodiac smirked. From all he’d heard and all he’d seen, this city was littered with vampires, werewolves, and all manner of creatures of the night. Half the bums he saw huddled in dark alleyways had some glimmer behind their eyes that revealed their true nature. This was a town of hunters and destroyers.

Lucky for him, Zodiac and his brother were both.

“We meet our contact in the nightclub the next street up,” came a voice from the passenger seat.

Zodiac glanced at his brother for a moment, though Vryce’s crimson gaze was fixated out the window. He only smoked those clove cigarettes, and it seemed he perpetually had a black stick dangling from his fingers. Somehow, Zodiac had never seen his brother draw a fresh one or light up his cigarettes. Vryce just always seemed to have one on hand. In his other hand, he had a file folder full of notes and bounties. They probably wouldn’t end up taking every job, but they’d at least narrowed it down to four possibilities, out of twenty or some requests.

They were the most sought after bounty hunters in the supernatural realm. They could find and bring in anyone or anything, for the right price. It didn’t matter to them whether they had to kill the suspect or not. Out of the four they’d picked out this time, three of them would mostly likely require the death of the bounty. That was fine, as long as the price was right. Zodiac had lost track of all the shit they’d picked up along the years, a variety of books, money, artifacts, and sometimes blood oaths. Favors. Whatever the client valued most was what they took.

After all, as old as they were, they didn’t need money.

A yawn from the backseat drew his attention to his rear view mirror, watching as a small figure sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Miss Amanda Jones. It wasn’t her real name, of course, but when the two hunters had first taken her in, she had refused to give them her real name, just saying that it didn’t matter anymore. That life was gone from her. It had been almost depressing to hear from a seven year old, but the two vampires were hardly susceptible to sympathy.

Well, at least Vryce wasn’t.

Out of the two, the well -dressed vampire was definitely the more ruthless one.

“Good morning Miss Sunshine,” Zodiac said with a smirk. He received a glare in return and then she stuck her tongue out at him. He just laughed. It took her a moment to pull the oversized corduroy jacket over her petite frame, yawning at least once more before she pulled herself up so that she could lean in between the two front seats. Vryce barely spared her a glance, still flipping idly through the stack of papers in his hand.

“Where are we going?” the little girl asked, looking up at Zodiac.

“We are going to see a man about a dog.”

She frowned, sticking her tongue out again. “Very funny. Where are we really going?”

“Where do you think?” Vryce responded dryly. “We’re meeting with a contact about a job. You should know the drill by now Miss Jones.” He tapped ash from the end of his cigarette out the window, not even bothering to look at the little girl. Vryce had never wanted to take her, but they had made the rules, and now they were stuck following them. They took the client’s most valuable possession. In this case, in return for killing a vampire master, they had taken what the man had cherished. His seven year old daughter. The girl now sitting in their backseat.

“So what’s the job?” She pushed, reaching for the papers.

Vryce easily moved them out of her reach.

“Wait and see,” Zodiac told her, just as he pulled over, parking the car on the street in front of a less than reputable looking nightclub.