the criminal underworld was wrought with dark denizens, both human and preternatural. in most cases, this was not an issue. blood dens, for example, run by vampire clans in the shadows of cities maintained a service for those seeking less violent delights. the black market was flooded with magical artifacts and blacklisted spell ingredients. these were facts of life of which were carefully curated to ensure the mandate of secrecy remained upheld. of course there were the few and far between human whom became aware. there was no fashion of which this could be avoided in the modern world. she didn't particularly care as long as the body a vampire decided to drain wasn't on the five-o'clock news with a moniker of 'vampire killings'. that's not to say that kasia was heartless or enjoyed the shedding of life, it just meant she could accept reality. her job wasn't to stop the world from working-- even if she has acted against especially dark forces in the past-- her job was to maintain it within the shadows.
but this? this ventured so far beyond the line that even had she not been assigned this mission, she'd have wanted to see this clan wiped from the earth. furthermore, it was stupid. what benefit could there be if half your customers dropped dead like flies and the other half barely recovered from the mental impact and ramifications of what they'd taken? and for what? to play with humans? to gain more money? what idiot had decided it would be a gift to the world to turn a clan of street-rate drug dealers into members of the eldritch world? she doubted it had been anyone of a respectable age. they'd pay for their poor choices soon enough. now, however, their fledglings who thought themselves running their own little empire were to be dealt with.
this is what brings her team to new york city, where said operation is being conducted out of a warehouse. intel informs that her team may not be the only one's who have stumbled upon it. a reporter had bene poking around and she'd been informed the area was patrolled by one of those masked vigilantes or heroes which litter the news. oh the horrific truth they’d come to discover if allowed to go any further into their quests. vampires weren't something to be triffled with, even if they were young and this operation had a sizable number if her informant was to be believed. and so, kasia moves in first, shrouded in an inhuman darkness while her team remains outside, waiting. she hears it-- the chaos, the near growling, the fight-- before she sees it.
kasia's not the first then. that was unfortunate.
she waits, assesses. contemplates letting it play out to conclusion. if the guy in red lost it'd be one less wild variable to deal with in the aftermath once her team takes this operation out-- though she holds no doubt it's only one within a network. yet, it's clear he hadn't known what he was walking into. she can smell blood in the air. she's fairly certain he's not bitten, likely thanks to his suit, but that hadn't meant the vampires hadn't unleashed their wrath. strange that they hadn't just dispatched him even if he's not moving much now. he's alive though, she can sense it as she reaches out with her senses. the vampires... they were having fun causing suffering. having fun playing with a human.
perhaps that's what tips the scales. she's seen the fire in the eyes of people who sought another's suffering before. she's been a victim of it. kasia shrouds the man in red in her shadows and signals for her team to move in. a line of flames flashes through the space, moving passed the man in red close enough to feel the heat sparking two vampires set alight to rise into the air in their attempt to escape. kasia puts down two more who seem to be more capable than most of the others in combat-- he manages to strike a gash into the side of her face. another operative takes out a vampire who attempts to make a move on her from behind and she pulls a vampire off the man on the ground. it all plays out quickly after that.
when it’s over and light is allowed to seep back in, the warehouse is a bloodbath and cleaners in vans outside are already prepared to move in and wash away any signs of what had transpired. they don't need the local police finding the desiccated corpses of vampires. one of her team looks at the man on the ground and then her and she tells him to see what he can find about their operations. they don't have a medic with them, all of them have their own ways of healing if hurt. so kasia moves forward and kneels on the ground, allowing her shadows to create a barrier around them. she doesn't think whoever this is would enjoy the sensory overload of everything suddenly happening in the warehouse once they come to their senses.
"hey-- hey it's over. you're okay. well, actually you look like shit but you survived a vampire attack so count yourself lucky. i imagine you're not going to want me to drop you at a hospital so i'm going to need to see how badly you're hurt. i might be able to heal you, at least enough for you to move." she's not kasper, healing other people isn't her thing. her powers are based in darkness not light. but, she was still a witch. she knew how to channel energy. she knew spells. she could at least stop him from dying. what happens after that, well, she wasn't sure yet.
