Dance In Dark Suspension

Name: Trisha Occasus
Age: 247, looks like a child
Gender: Female
Race: Nephilim
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: Porcelain
Personality: Nearly emotionless
Other: Works for a group of demons as a mind-breaker and a sleeper agent in the human world.

Name: Adonois
Age: ??
Gender: Male
Race: Vampire (type A)
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Dark brown
Skin Color: Milky white
Personality: Predatory. Practically lives on his instinct. Though he is very dark and cruel when he actually does portray his true self.
Other: Pedophile. Loves to take young girls (especially ones that wear dresses) as victims.

It was dark. A dark that not even his sharp night vision could fathom. He stumbled along the ally wall, one hand pressed over his chest, trying to stem the thick flow of his precious life force.

It had gone wrong.

He had seen her before she had seen him. A single young woman walking home from work in the dark, the likes of which he had preyed upon before. He had soundlessly stalked her for two blocks before making his move. That's when every thing had gone wrong. She had turned and spotted him. When she had reached into her purse, he assumed she was going for a can of Mace, and paid it no mind as he moved in for the kill.

He felt the thunderous roar rather than heard it. A burning, gaping hole had ripped open in his chest, causing him to stop. Several more bangs and he stumbled back to see the cause.

A shining silver gun was clutched in the woman's shaking hands.

He turned and ran away, living only on his adrenaline. Now here he was, god knows how far away, clinging to life by a thread. He stumbled, falling and knocking over a trash can with a loud clang.

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Rook looked up with a start. He looked at the back door to his shop with a frown. "The hell was that? Another stray?" He mumbled to himself as he stood. He made his way to the back ally and looked around. The trash can was noticed right away, and As he moved to pick it back up, he nearly tripped over the body.

Rooked paled and fumbled to pull his phone out of his pocket.

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Jimmy rubbed his face as he walked up the stairs to the ancient looking cathedral. This seemed to be the address he was given, for whatever reason he still didn't know. "God why do I let him make my life complicated?" He muttered to himself as he rang the bell.

Ajax hurried to answer the door, and quickly ushered Jimmy inside. "Thank goodness you're here. I haven't the slightest idea what to do with the poor man..." he said, shaking his head. He led the boy to where he'd laid the stranger out on a couch in the first floor living room. "I sincerely hope that you do."

Jimmy didn't even look at the man on the couch until he was close to him. When he did see just what the unmoving corpse was, he skittered back, eyes wide and fearful.

"You!" He hissed fearfully. He was back against the wall.

"Jimmy, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Ajax asked, concerned. He looked back and forth between the boy and the man on the couch in confusion. "Do you know him?"

"He's the one that made me like this!" Jimmy hissed. "I can't help him!"

"But we can't just let him die!" Ajax exclaimed. He wasn't willing to let anyone die if he could prevent it, no matter what their sins might be. He bit his lip, worried, and looked over the bullet-riddled man. "We can't just leave him like this."

"I can" Jimmy hissed. He slipped from the room, trying to find the front door but easily getting lost and ending up in the kitchen. He leaned against the wall, and let himself slide down the wall. He wouldn't help that murderer, he couldn't bring himself to. He couldn't drag himself home to face his sister's ghost knowing that he saved the monster that ruined her.

Distressed, Ajax did what he could to help the man. He changed the bloody bandages around his chest and tipped a bit of blood from a transfusion bag into his mouth, hoping that it would help to rejuvenate him.

The man, barely more than a corpse, shifted and let out a small groan, but did nothing more.

Ajax sighed heavily. He knew he needed to go find Jimmy and make sure that the boy was alright, but he really hated to leave the man alone in such a state; he could think of little that he would hate more than to wake up in a strange place, in pain, and find himself alone. Regardless, he knew there was nothing more he could do for the man, so he left in search of the one he could actually offer some comfort to.

Jimmy was still in a huddled ball by the kitchen door. He was holding his face in his hands as he tried to hold back his tears. All he could see was Nikki's face, begging for Jimmy to help her as he breathed his last living breath on her floor.

On the couch, The man stirred again, one of his hands sliding up his chest to one of the many bullet-holes. He hissed softly as his finger probed into the hole, searching for that which prevented the wound from healing on its own.