Zeke Naruse's Story

Zeruel let out a long and painful sigh, how was he ever supposed to find out if this girl was a Vampire or Angel, if Zeke was there. Zeke knew nothing about the creatures his ‘friend’ became during the night. “So where do you live Kia?” Zeke asked in a bouncy tone, a tone which annoyed Zeruel greatly, he had a girlfriend yet he was already trying for a second one. “Somewhere around here Zeke.” Zeruel growled back at him. He would just be glad when they got there, even though, the only hint they got was ‘this way’ and a finger being pointed in the south-east direction. Kia being drunk and all didn’t help, it just slowed down the process of trying to find where she lived.

Zeruel stared up at the sky as it was already beginning to set, given about 10minutes, so they better find her house soon before Zeke witnessed their transformations. His eyes wandered to Kia constantly, in a analytical fashion. She didn’t seem like a cold-blooded Vampire, but then, which female does? Vampires were crafty, hiding behind their innocence.

“It’s this one.” Kia pointed to a shop, which looked a little run down and was just about to close too. “You live upstairs in a shop?” Zeke looked at her in awe, Zeruel just rolled his eyes, it wasn’t that amazing at all. In fact it was pretty cheap, although there was a benefit of getting free food from downstairs. “My friend Eddie runs it.” Kia gave a nod and a smile to Zeke before walking inside, Zeruel followed inventively, if she was a Vampire, he would be the one to kill her. “Ando, where are you-” Zeke had stopped when Zeruel gave a cold glare back at him before continuing inside. “Alright, I’ll see you back at the apartment. Be back before university starts!” he called after Zeruel with a sly grin on his face, considering Zeruel wasn’t good with girls, so this would be his first since Zeke knew him.

As they got up the stairs, Kia had a worried look about her face, the person downstairs packing away all of the stuff didn’t seem to be her friend, otherwise she would have greeted him. It was a good thing she didn’t question Zeruel why he was following her, perhaps she wanted him to…he stopped his thoughts quickly as the smell of blood came wafting out from the doorway to the upstairs room. “Eddie.” Kia yanked off a note which was left on the door and screw it up in her hands, without even trying to read it. She pushed open the door and went inside, scouring the area, nothing seemed out of place, no blood anywhere, no signs of a struggle. “Don’t go in the bathroom.” she told Zeurel, looking back at his confused face. He didn’t really react, but knew that was where the smell of blood was coming from, that was also probably the place where this person called Eddie was killed. Kia had now sat down on the sofa, just staring blankly, she didn’t cry, even though she knew that her friend had been killed. Zeruel watched her for a minute before looking out the window, seeing the last signs of the sun he quickly ran into the bathroom.

He managed to avoid himself from slipping in the pool of blood, but slid into the bath, causing a huge disturbance, making Kia aware of where he now was. It didn’t bother him though as he fell to his knees in the puddle of blood and clutched his chest. His heart began pounding as he felt the transformation begin, there wasn’t much psychical change, although, around his eyes would appear a blue shadow. Like he was wearing make-up. Oh the comment he would get from it, which is why he would usually wear glasses, but he didn’t have them with him today, they were back at his room. His eyes would glow an intense blue as he was filled with the urges to kill Vampires. After a few minutes, he was able to stand again, an evil smirk crossing over his lips. As he held out his hand, sparkly particles formed a halberd, purple in colour and reaching just below his height when held up straight. Now was the time he would find out whether or not this girl was his enemy, or just another Angel.

He pushed the bathroom door open so hard it slammed and cracked against the wall beside it. He held the halberd up right as Kia looked at him with a surprised look. Blood dripped off of him and onto her carpet as he took a few slow steps forward. As Kia began to run, he lunged forward pinning her to the floor, the blood from his hair, dripping onto her pale face. “Now then,” he smirked, bringing the tip of the halberd to where her heart should be. “Which one are you?”

A single shaft of light crept through the gap in the pale coloured curtains, bringing light upon a boy, his head resting on the blood stained sheets of a bed, his left arm outstretched, and in it, a single white rose. His body lay limp, on it’s knees over the bed, at first glance you’d say that he was dead, his skin pale and cold to the touch, however if you looked closer, you would see his chest rise slightly with each breath he would take.

His hand twitched once or twice, then gripped the rose hard, drawing blood from the thorns on the stem of it. Lifting his head caused his hair to fall over his eyes and just hang there until he looked up, blinking against the sunlight pouring in. His free hand glided over the blood stained sheets of his girlfriend’s death bed, one being a thing of beauty where she would sleep. Oh how she looked like a goddess when she slept, a goddess on earth, that’s what she was to him, but now, murdered in her own bed.

His hand crept up the bed until it came upon a necklace, lying there on the pillow, a used-to-be chain broken, but the pendant remained in tact. He looked around for something to use to put the pendant on, settling for a small black rope on the side, who knows what it was used for, but he threaded the pendant through the rope, tying it a few times around his neck, exactly four times. He steadily got to his feet, his knees shaking slightly as he took a few small steps towards the door. Looking back over at where he had once seen Emily, the love of his life, now the blood-stained sheets and the necklace of hers only served as a reminder.

He stopped outside his apartment, a man with black hair slept outside of it, looking like he was just waiting for someone. He walked to him and kicked him over to the ground, probably waking him up in the process. “Go find somewhere else to sleep hobo.” he growled down at him before heading up the stairs to the apartment.

Zeruel had groaned a little as Kia shook him, but turned over slightly ignoring her. "Zeruel!" she bashed him on the head which caused him to bolt upright, standing up straight from the sofa. At that point Zeke came in, his face holding a look of surprise seeing that Kia was there.

“Ando, get ready we need to leave.” Zeke said coldly to him before going over to the kitchen and searching the cupboards for food, with most of them being empty, the fridge also containing nothing. “I thought I told you to go do the shopping.” Zeke glared at him who was sitting back on the sofa, sighing deeply and rubbing his head. Zeke went to the fridge and took out a bottle of water, throwing it and hitting Zeruel hard on the head, it bouncing off and rolling along the floor. “We have uni, this isn’t a time to rest.”

Zeruel flinched when he saw the bottle of water roll across the floor, checking his head in case it had gotten wet, sighing out of relief when it didn’t. He turned around on the sofa, staring at Zeke, noticing the necklace he had on was the same one he had brought for Emily. Zeke locking onto his eyes and noticing what he was looking at, none of them said anything though. Zeruel turned back around, standing up and brushing himself down. “Me and Zeke will be back soon, do whatever you want until then.” Zeruel told Kia, patting her lightly on the head. “Be a good girl.” he then walked to the door, tapping his foot as he held it open for Zeke. “Come on, we’ll be late Zeke.” Zeke grumbled slightly at the comment but followed Zeruel out of the door.

“You’re always moody in the mornings Zeke, but you’re especially moody today.” Zeruel sighed as they walked inside the university, pushing past many of the other students. It was true, Zeke would always be moody with Zeruel in the mornings, mainly because Zeruel would just come in early morning and just never want to get up and go to university. Zeke clutched on to the necklace he had on as a small tear came from the side of his eyes, noticing this, Zeruel looked away. “We’ll talk later about it okay?” he said quietly before walking into class with Zeke.

Upon entering the room, their normal teacher wasn't there instead it was the Angel from last night, the one who had punched Zeruel, though Zeke had no idea who it was, he hadn't been there. "You. Fairy boy and friend! Your late get to your seats so we can start." She shouted at them over the noise of the rowing students, who were obviously annoyed due to their teacher not being there. Zeke looked towards Zeruel, trying to look to him for answers as to why he was being called 'Fairy boy'. Zeruel growled slightly, grabbing Zeke's hand and pulling him to their desks and sat down.

"Oh for God's sake!" She yelled as she slammed down her bag on the table, making all the students quiet down. "Much better. I can hear the voices in my head again." Zeruel flinched slightly as the book was slammed down on the table, Zeke didn't seem to react though, instead he stared up, at the clock, the ticking sound constantly. Tik...tok...tik...tok...it was driving Zeke insane, his face twitching slightly with every second which passed. "Now that I have your attention. My name is Mrs. Kagamine." She wrote it on the board. "Mr Taylor and his daughter were murdered last night." Zeruel bowed his head slightly, but kept it high to ensue that no one had seen him and got the faint hint.

Zeke stood up suddenly which caused the whole classes' eyes on him. "Mrs. Kagamine, if you'll excuse me." he ran and headed out of the door, leaning against the side of the wall outside, clutching his head, it was pounding and visions of Emily being cut, the blood coating Zeke and him screaming, but with no sound coming out.

"Zeke!" Zeruel also stood up and ran outside, the whole class falling silent, all questioning about what actually happened. "Zeke?" Zeruel bent down slightly, looking at his friend's face, full of pure fear and agony. "Zeke, what's wrong?" Zeruel knelt down in front of his friend, reaching out to touch him, only to have his hand swatted violently away.

"Don't touch me...just get away! Get away from her!" Zeke yelled, loud enough to make everyone in the other classrooms hear and some of them running out, half expecting to see some fight or a chase going on, but instead it was just some crazy kid and his 'friend' trying to calm him down. Zeke was shaking violently, his head in his hands, looking out from between his parted fingers.

"Zeke, calm down..." Zeruel pleaded to him. Seeing no sign of him stopping he stood up, looking around at the crowd of people. "Give him some space!" Zeruel snapped, he was feared within the University, so the others obeyed and took about 5 large steps back.

"Yeah. Sure just....just go take it down." Rin's voice was shaky, which made Zeruel look at her, she was on her knees and shaking violently, similar to Zeke, though he seemed to be calmed down now. She was also very pale and having trouble trying to light her cigarette, though Zeruel wasn't going to help her, she did call him 'Fairy boy' a few times. He shook his head slightly and turned back to face Zeke who had already stood up and was looking around. Zeruel let out a small breath and stood up, walking to the classroom and taking down the clock. "Poor Zeke..." he mumbled, throwing the clock out the window, everyone was just looking at Zeruel but dared not to say anything in case they would be following the clock. Zeke walked calmly into the classroom, acting as if nothing had ever happened, a few of the students would murmur about Zeke but as soon as they started, Zeruel glared over to them.

Sitting back down at the desks, the bell sounded around the room and hallways outside. "I think we should go somewhere away from here Zeke." Zeruel told him whilst packing up his stuff and following the class outside, along with Zeke. Zeruel let out a small breath in the form of a sigh, looking at Zeke who's mind just seemed to be focused elsewhere. Zeruel didn't want to mention anything including the name Emily, even to try and make him feel better, it would just make him upset more. They walked past the clock which had been thrown out of the window, it was broken obviously, the ticking stopping and freezing the time at 11:58.39, Zeruel looked at it for a few seconds then looked up at the smashed window. "That got some distance." he chuckled, hoping for Zeke to join in, but he didn't, he was walking off in front. "Come on," Zeruel said, jogging to catch him up, "We'll get a coffee somewhere, take your mind from it." he smiled faintly, grabbing Zeke's hand and dragging him inside of a nearby coffee shop.

Zeke sat at one of the tables, his face just emotionless and seemed to be staring into space, Zeruel went to order the coffee, looking back at his friend and sighing slightly. "Yeah, just two milky coffees" he told the cashier, looking at him sideways, his arm leaning on the counter. Within minutes the coffees were placed on the counter, Zeruel paid the man and brought the coffees to the table Zeke was on. "Here Zeke." Zeruel held out the coffee for him to take, though he didn't, so Zeruel just placed it in front of him. "You know Zeke." Zeruel started, taking the lid of the coffee and staring down into it. "You can always talk to me about it, I know what happened, but if you need to you know...cry...then i'm here for you." all the while he didn't look up at Zeke, just watching the milky brown liquid move as he tilted the cup slightly. Zeruel was actually unable to drink coffee, due to it was a liquid, any liquid apart from blood would burn his skin and insides if he drank it.

"Ando..." Zeke started which made Zeruel look up at him expectantly. "Why do you buy coffee but never drink it?" he took a sip of his own coffee and just watched Zeruel, he wasn't even attempting to touch it or drink it.

Zeruel chuckled slightly, putting the lid on the coffee and pushing it away. "To be honest Zeke, I don't like coffee at all," he said with a small and innocent smile. "I just thought it's a nice thing to do..." he sighed, frowning down at the coffee cup, mentally cursing the fact that he couldn't drink it. "So um...Zeke..." Zeruel was desperate to change the subject quickly, in case Zeke had any more questions about him not drinking anything. "How's drama class?"

Zeke drank another mouthful of coffee, his eyes following a girl which just came in, she was attractive, black hair with a few blue streaks in it, short skirt and 3inch high heels, every guy's dream. Though Zeke wasn't watching her because of that, not that he didn't find her attractive, he just wouldn't betray Emily, even if she was dead. "You like her eh Zeke?" Zeruel snickered, turning around to look at the girl. Zeke was watching her, she had the same aura as Zeruel, which meant she was either a Vampire or an Angel, though it seemed that he also had the same aura, not that Zeruel had noticed, he might have noticed the girl's though. "You need to get over Emily Zeke, she's...well you know..." Zeruel continued but received a glare from Zeke. "Right...sorry Zeke..." he mumbled under his breath, shrinking back down into his seat.

Noticing behind Zeke was their supply teacher Mrs Kagamine trying to sneak by the window whilst carrying a few bunches of yellow flowers. Zeruel rolled his eyes, it was obvious she wasn't trying to be seen. "I'll be back in a minute Zeke..." he said midway of getting up, Zeke didn't reply but Zeruel just left to go outside. "Hey teach!" he called after her, running to catch her up. "You okay now? I mean, you were pretty out of it back at Uni."

Zeke sat at the table, looking over to the table the girl was sitting on, between sips of his coffee. He wondered if she was his enemy, a Angel. He got told about all of these things by other creatures during his time in hell. The fact that he had to kill a human every night, draw a symbol in their blood to send them to hell. The fact that there were Angels, sent by God to kill Vampires. The fact that they could summon weapons, had enhanced speed and agility, also strength, though Angels had mind powers, but neither could use them during the day. Now that Zeke gave the thought some attention, the teacher had strange aura too, the hobo outside and Kia...he had already sensed Zeruel's aura before, though it seemed that Zeruel didn't notice his. But what were they? Angels or Vampires?

Tonight would mark the first night at Zeke being a human, the rush of excitement came over him, but also nerves, but he managed to shake them off. If Zeruel was a Angel, which he highly doubted, he didn't want him to see his transformation, if there was one. Zeruel didn't seem like the type of guy who would be an Angel, he's not pure enough for that, so being a Vampire would make him an ally, which could prove to be a good idea when the time comes if he's faced with Angels. Their teacher, she was defiantly a Vampire, she was too mean not to be. Kia...she was probably an Angel, she was pure and kind. Which means, she'll have to be killed off fairly soon, but not before having some fun. The hobo, that was hard to say, his personality didn't come out when he was asleep.

Zeke's eyes flicked back to look at the girl, was she an Angel or a Vampire, she seemed rather pure, but then what does a Vampire who is female look like? They can't be too obvious otherwise they would be found out.

Zeruel looked back to the coffee shop where the girl was sitting on the table with him. I don't want to bother him... Zeruel thought before looking back to Rin who was walking away. "Wait up!" Zeruel called after her, running to catch her up again. "I'll come with you, it's best if I leave Zeke alone for a bit." he had a small devious smirk on his face when he thought about Zeke hooking up with another girl. He moves on quick he thought before taking a flower from the bouquet and smelling it. "Who you going to give these too?" he asked Rin, looking at her with a curious face, he looked away again and down at the flower. "My friends were all killed, probably by a Vampire too. I know I shouldn't of, but when I became a Angel, I went to go visit them. Though...they had been murdered, the police said it was someone with white hair." he gripped the flower more, bending the stem of it in his hands. "So...I know how it feels to be alone..."

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Zeke looked up at the girl who actually came and sat in front of him, it confused him slightly and threw him off of his thoughts. "Oi, my names, Otter." her accent was British, Zeke realized this from some of the British students at the university. He didn't really reply to her, but kept his eyes completely fixed on her, giving a small and polite nod. It was best for him not to give away his identity too soon, especially if she was an Angel. She was writing something on one of the napkins, folding it once and sliding it to Zeke. He opened it up, showing what was probably a drawing of a Vampire with a question mark next to it. Meaning she was asking if he was a Vampire, he thought about it for a second, if she was an Angel, he would be giving away his identity, though if she was a Vampire...He smiled faintly and nodded, he smile was somewhat dark and sinister, he was actually rather excited to meet someone else, even if she was an Angel, she couldn't harm him here, they couldn't use their powers during the day. Or so he was told...

They came into a graveyard which was overcrowded with tomb stones, if you didn't know where a specific one was you could probably walk for hours until you found it. It was most likely to most of the people dying from Vampire attacks, though civilians knew nothing of Vampires, to them, they were just serial murderers going around killing anyone they pleased and leaving no trace of who the person who died was. Though friends and family knew when someone had 'disappeared' and just classed them as dead. The graveyard was sort of eerie, no one else seemed to be around and the grass below was littered with leaves from whithering trees, there wasn't any bodies actually buried here, that was obvious by the tomb stones packed so close together. Then again, why would there be? All Vampires left was a bloody mess and a person's mangled organs, sometimes bits of flesh were left from the explosion, but that was rare.

Zeruel fell quiet when Rin knelt down in front of three graves, that was most likely her family, she had a picture in her hands of her and a man, along with two kids. The tomb stone was scratched out where it read 'Rest in Peace', how could they rest in peace if they were killed by a Vampire? When she started crying, Zeruel thought it was best to leave her, so he wandered down the rows of graves, looking at each name as he passed. Some of the families weren't even together, they had countless numbers of tombstones separating them from their families. It was disgusting to see so many people just being killed because someone else wants to live, it only made Zeruel want to kill Vampire more.

Zeruel stopped when he came to two graves which caught his eye; 'Here lies Gerardo and Camila Vazquez, loving friend and parents.' He sighed slightly before walking back towards Rin.

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"I, as well." she said as she buttered a pastry and put the jam on it, a strange thing to put on a bagel, normally they would be eaten hot, well Zeke thought so. He didn't feel hungry any more, neither thirsty anymore, it was probably an effect of being a Vampire. You don't need to eat when your dead do you? The only thing you need to live is killing humans, one every night. That rule was implanted into his brain, though he didn't really feel like killing a human, he actually hated the idea...maybe that would change when he made his first kill, though, currently, he would probably need help doing that. "What is your name?" she asked him, causing his thoughts to go back to the Vampire sitting on the other side. Before he could answer her, she continued, "I have already dolled out a bit of information for your own comfort, I can see that you are a bit put off by my presense? Don't worry, I won't bite. Too hard at least." she winked at him, though he didn't really react, sort of like a mindless zombie, he was emotionless to any sort of situation he was faced with. Too depressed about Emily to even care about anything anymore.

"Zeke," he replied to her no real emotion showing in his voice. He looked outside at the sun setting and began to feel a little bit anxious. What would his transformation look like? What type of weapon did he have? But most importantly, he didn't really want to kill a human, but he had to. He knew he had to. He would live for Emily, that's what he wanted.

"Well, Zeke. How is life? Got a love?" she asked him whilst pushing the bagel away from her, Zeke just stared at her for a few moments before bowing his head and clutching onto the pendant of the necklace he wore, the necklace he brought for Emily, the necklace she never had the chance to wear. "You do not seem to be very malicious for a vampire, you are rather quiet and a bit bashful, really. What has caused you to become so closed up?" she asked him, most likely trying to grab his attention again. He took in a small breath and looked up at her with pained eyes at the memories flooding inside of his head.

"I died last night," he said quietly to her, whilst letting his eyes wander elsewhere, he didn't want others to hear so he adjusted the volume of his voice just so Otter can hear. "I was visiting my girlfriend when I found her dead, the next thing I remember is waking up in her room, my head resting on where she used to lay," he turned his attention back to Otter to confirm his statement. "I know I died, because I remember being told about Vampires and Angels, though..." he sighed slightly, closing his eyes and bowing his head again. "I don't really feel like killing a human..." looking up once again he gave a questioning look to Otter. "Is that normal? Should I feel I want to kill humans? It is what i'm alive for after all..."

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"That bastard...he made me watch him...kill them." anger filled her voice. "He made me watch!" She yelled punching the ground. "Fucking vampires." she mumbled, but Zeruel heard her and let out a sigh. He didn't know what to say to her, he hated Vampires too but she had it worse, she had seen them kill her family, not to mention she was probably killed by one. Zeruel died, naturally, well sort of naturally, there wasn't a vampire involved and he didn't see his friends get killed, he only assumed that they were. "I'm sorry you had to see that." She said wiping her tears away and standing up. Zeruel just gave a lopsided smile to her, not really wanting to say anything else. "Angels are suppose to be strong...But I just so weak." She laughed a half-hearted laugh, it annoyed Zeruel the comment, he hated people who had given up hope, she wasn't weak and Kia said the same thing before, but he just shook his head.

"Don't worry about me. I want be around much longer anyway." her tone immediately became dark after that which startled Zeruel a bit but he just shoved his hands in his pockets and walked off a little bit, looking up at the sunset. "No matter how fast you run you can not escape your past. Don't forget that." She said patting him on the head which made Zeruel glare at her slightly, sure he was younger, but not by that much and he wasn't all that short either, about the same height as Rin. Smoke rose from her cigarette as she turned away. "I'm done here. If you still want to tag along your free to do so. I'm sure Zeke is enjoying himself."

Zeruel turned away from her, he didn't really like the smoke and coughed slightly under his breath. "It'll be night soon," he said before turning to look at her with a serious look. "I hope you don't plan to do anything stupid," he was almost glaring at her, warning her about something. "You remember what happened last night, you got hurt pretty bad, so it's best if you stay away from Vampire for tonight, at least that one, because..." he smiled deviously. "That one is mine." he didn't bother saying anything else to her, just turned on his heels and walked away.

Zeke looked away from her, sighing slightly, he almost resented what he had done, what he had become. She put her hand on his which made him look at her sharply, though he didn't pull away even though he was uncomfortable with the touch, it wasn't Emily, it wasn't her. "I can help, if you want. I don't like to brag, but I'm pretty good at the whole killing thing." She grinned at him. "Its very normal to not feel very comfortable with..." She whispered in a low voice. "Killing. I can give you some pointers and I can even give you some help on scoring a meal. I'm sure you could use some direction. The sun is setting, you need to kill by sunrise tomorrow and I've already done my deed of the day." she looked back to the cashier woman who was looking at them both suspiciously. Without a second to reply she grabbed his hand fully and pulled him out of the door as the sun was showing it's last moments of brightness for the day. Zeke looked up at the sky then looked to her, he was confused, scared, excited, nervous. All of the emotions became too much for him and his eyes began to shed tears, though he put a hand to his face and wiped them, he was unsure why he was crying, he didn't feel sad, not at all.

"I'm sorry." he muttered to her, bowing his head so she didn't see the tears streaming down his pale face. He quickly took off down the street, embarrassed by the crying he had done in front of her, though he couldn't put a reason to behind the tears. He ran as fast as he could, dodging people here and there until he felt a pain inside of his chest and clutched his shirt tightly where his heart would have been, turning into an alleyway and lent against the wall panting heavily, not from the running, but from the pain, the running was no problem to him. The whites of his eyes turned a black colour as the pupil turned grey, though Zeke wouldn't notice unless he looked at his reflection. Nothing else seemed to change for him and as soon as it started, the pain was gone. He rose to his feet and looked down at his hands, a faint evil smile appearing across his face, though he didn't feel like killing anyone, the power he felt surge inside of him pleased him greatly. He walked calmly out of the alleyway but out the other side he had come in, so that no one could have followed him.

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Zeruel walked back to the coffee shop and stopped when he saw Zeke crying in front of the girl, Zeruel gave a lopsided smile but stayed away from them. He couldn't tell if he was happy for Zeke or not, he was crying in front of a girl he just met, he wouldn't even cry in front of his best friend. Zeke suddenly took off down the streets and Zeruel sighed, walking over to the girl. "What did you say to him?" there was only going to be about 30 seconds until the transformation would begin so Zeruel reacted quickly. "Hold that thought." he said before running to the back of the coffee shop. The only thing which ever changed for Zeruel was the blue shadow around his eyes, not that he liked it, at all, it was horrible. The pain had stopped in his chest now as he looked back to see the girl, smiling slightly, she could be a good victim for tonight, a vampire if she was. He ran back to her and smiled slightly. "So you're a Vampire huh?" he smirked, there was no real way of telling but he would ask her straight out, if the answer was yes, he would kill her then and there.

She turned her head to look away from him. "I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about." she looked over to where the sun disappeared and ran to where Zeruel had just been, coming back with vibrant pink eyes. "Well, I guess there is no hiding it now, but you have been mistaken...I am an angel." she smiled up at him, her smile seemed sincere but Zeruel didn't completely believe her, but now wasn't the time for that, Zeke had run off and Kia was left at the house. He smiled back at her before giving a slight nod and running off down where Zeke had just gone.

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Zeke came out to a park where there was a man, torturing the woman against a tree. In one quick motion he had ripped her throat and that was the end of it, Zeke flinched only slightly, but for some reason the sight of the blood excited him. That looks like fun... he thought to himself as he saw the man draw the symbol on the path, the same symbol he had to draw in his victims blood. As he stood up the woman's body exploded, covering his back from head to toe. Zeke just stood there watching the bloody man walk away like nothing had ever happened, he blinked a few times, almost dazed by the scene in front of him.

Zeke closed his eyes and concentrated into materializing a weapon, when he opened his eyes he looked down at the dagger in his hands with a lopsided smile. Is this all? he sighed but he was pleased with the design of it and the fact that is was almost elegant. He ran a finger across the edge, only slightly almost as if it was floating, though it cut with great ease, blood already seeping out from the cut and running down his finger, dripping onto the floor when it had no where else to go. Looking once more at the Vampire he searched around for someone to kill, someone he could play with. He just felt the need to see blood spill over him, feeling the warmness of it on his face and body, that's all he wanted.

He noticed a girl who seemed to be waiting for someone to come, she was lonely and sitting on the bench by herself looking around expectantly. Making the dagger disappear Zeke took in a small breath and strode over to her, with a cheerful smile. "Is this seat taken?" he asked, referring to the empty space next to her, she looked a little shocked at first but then smiled innocently, shaking her head. Zeke sat down next to her as she sat facing away from him, still looking around for someone. "Looking for someone?" she looked back at him and her lip began to tremble, her eyes filling up with tears as she burst out into a state of pure despair, she buried her head in Zeke's chest and sobbed loudly. He smiled down at her, stroking her head and running his hand through her hair, fighting the urge to rip it from her head.

"It's my boyfriend," she sobbed, looking up at him with tearful eyes, wiping them away with the sleeve of her coat. "He was supposed to meet me here an hour ago," before she could continue she sobbed loudly again, re-burring her head into his chest, the tears from her eyes getting all of his clothes wet. Though Zeke didn't want to due to him still having feelings for Emily, he lifted her head with his hand and looked into her eyes, pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss. She was shocked at first but then smiled and returned the kiss with feeling. He ran his hand up her body, his nails extending at the feel of her soft and flawless skin, stopping when he came to her breast.

She pulled away from him and giggled slightly, the tears now gone a happy smile on her face, completely forgetting about her so-called boyfriend. She pushed him back onto the bench, straggling him and leaning in to kiss him again, he looked up at her deviously before returning the kiss. One of his hands went up to her hair as he pushed her head downwards, deepening the kiss. His other hand was under her top and resting on her breast, his nails dug into it hard as she yelped slightly, trying to pull away from him but he was constantly pushing down on her. His hands scraped down her body causing the blood to soak through her top and slightly stain Zeke's clothes.

She managed to pull away from the kiss and stared down at him in horror, before she could say anything to protest though, his hand dug straight into her body, ripping out a chunk of flesh from her stomach, she screamed in pain and blood gushed out from the wound which would never heal. His other hand which was resting on the top of her head, materialized the dagger in it and plunged deep into her head, the tip coming out from the other side. Her body just fell lip on the top of his, the dagger going straight through her head and the wound in her stomach just oozing blood, dripping onto the floor below them. He pushed her body off of him, yanking the dagger out of her head and causing it to disappear again. He smirked down at the 'art' he had created, kneeling down in the pool of blood and tracing it with his finger, creating the symbol, he knelt there as the body exploded, covering him in a shower of the hot and sticky liquid. His smile grew as he tilted his head back and just laughed, and laughed and laughed.

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Finding no signs of Zeke, Zeruel walked back to the apartment, the lights were on meaning that someone was home, hopefully both Zeke and Kia were. He ran up the stairs and stopped when he came to the doorway, seeing Kia there, in his clothes, seeming to be waiting for someone to follow her out. "Kia?" he gave her a confused look before walking past her and into the room, noticing Kouta, he glared slightly at him, not that he could tell, he was blind after all. He looked around the room but didn't find anyone or anything else. "Where's Zeke?" he asked, looking back to the other two.

Zeke halted his laughter as he got to his feet, shaking his arms slightly to get off the access blood which just splattered everywhere, staining the green grass. A devious smile was on his face as he began to walk away in search for someone else to play with. It was enjoyable in every sense of the word and he just wanted to experience the sensation again. His face was covered in blood as well as the rest of his body, sticking his tongue out to the side he tasted the blood, that warm coppery taste excited his taste-buds. Too wrapped up in the ecstasy of it all to notice another aura had come into the area. "Hey! What do you think you're doing!" this was followed by a tree nearby having it's roots pulled out from the ground. Zeke froze on the spot, his smile had faded and a look of sheer horror was carved into his pale and bloody features. Though this look was quickly erased and replaced with a devious smirk, his eyes glinting with malicious intent and pride most of all.

He looked over his shoulder to see a man, wearing a green suit, he had his hand behind his back, obviously to hide some sort of weapon. An Angel. His first encounter with one, it was somewhat exciting, though if a little nerve wrecking. That devious smile still present on his face as he twisted himself around to face the Angel completely, his black and grey eyes wandering over to where the roots of the tree had grown, looking rather expectantly for something else to happen. Though nothing did, no roots restraining him, they just had grown out of the ground and stayed there. Zeke began to snicker slightly before throwing his head back in a maniacal laugh. "Is that all?" he said when he had stopped, but still attempting to hold back any further laughter.

His eyes then focused on what was behind the Angel's back, it had become obvious now as it full materialized; a drill. It was of course a strange weapon to wield, but then perhaps Angels had strange weapons, though it was just Zeke's luck to run into one as soon as he had made his first kill. Next time, be more discrete? he made a mental note to himself before materializing his own weapon, a dagger. He mentally frowned at it, seeing no possible way that a small weapon such as his could match up to one as powerful and as deadly as a drill. Though he wasn't about to give up without a fight, who knows maybe Satan will bless him with something much more deadly once he appeases him by sending an Angel to hell.

The ground began to shake as the roots from the already dying tree were sucked back in the ground, it was as almost as if there was a earthquake happening. It got Zeke's attention, though it was quickly drawn back to the Angel as he was walking towards him, the drill springing to life by his side, creating the intoxicating smell of gasoline. Though, for some reason Zeke liked it, it reminded him of fires which reminded him of nights spent around Emily's. He smiled sweetly at the memory playing over in his head again and again, giving him the stronger will he needed to fight. The quake ceased and everything was silent for a few seconds, only the sirens of cars coming from the city and the occasional revving of the drill on the Angel's arm.

There was a sudden burst from the ground as the roots of the tree wrapped around Zeke's chest, making his gasp and crushing his chest, making it all too hard for him to breath. His hand clutched tighter at the dagger in his hand as the Angel brought the drill up to his chest, tracing it up to the features on his face. The roots wrapped tighter around him making Zeke gasp again, probably even causing one or two of his ribs to crack under the pressure. "Nel nome del Padre, del Figlio e dello Spirito Santo..." Zeke raised his dagger in preparation to attack the Angel, a faint smirk present on his bloody features.

The wind was knocked out of him by someone slamming into him, pushing him to the floor, though the positioning of his dagger managed to stab the person who hit into him. Zeke's eyes grew when he seemed to recognize the person who had pushed him, the homeless guy who fell asleep outside his apartment, another Angel. That was clear by the way he spoke to the other Angel, almost as if he was trying to protect him. How touching. Zeke snickered under his breath before pushing the Angel off of him, he blood from his wound on Zeke's clothes. The roots which were crushing him before had now latched onto the bind Angel, dragging him underground.

Zeke grabbed onto his dagger and was about to get up when the other Angel appeared in front of him, raising the drill in his hand going to strike. Zeke rolled out of the way just as the drill went to kill him, kicking up the dirt as it just drilled into the ground. Zeke couldn't help but let out a slight breath in relief before standing up, smiling sadistically at the Angel, tossing the dagger back and forth between his hands. "Is it wise for you to do that to your ally?" Zeke snickered, looking at the gaping hole in the ground. The dagger halted it's movement and was held in his right hand. "Enough of this." Zeke used his vampire speed to appear within a flash in front of the Angel, bringing the dagger across his open chest.

Zeke smiled deviously as his blade cut through the Angel's hand, though the emotionless look on his face put him off. Why is he not showing pain? Zeke wondered, but that thought made it all too late for there were vines pulling at Zeke's feet which also put him off of concentration and his hand was being restrained by the Angel's wounded hand. The drill was placed at his chest ready to drill right into his heart and ultimately, kill him. It would have done if not the other Angel came up from the ground, punching Zeke upright in the jaw bone, making a sickening crack as Zeke flinched back, jumping away from the two Angels as the blood dripped from his mouth where the jawbone had been knocked out of place and his lip split.

His hand rose up to wipe the blood from it, his face frozen in a devious smirk, he yanked the jawbone back into place and just chuckled darkly, noticing the roots coming up from the ground once again to restrain him. He dashed forward cutting each one of them down with great ease before standing a few feet away from the Angels. "I'm sorry I can't stay and play with you two longer," he told them, that ever so cold and bloody smile on his pale face, "But I have other plans for tonight, you see," he dematerialized the dagger, he could always get it again if he needed to. "It's my first night as a Vampire, I want to have some fun whilst I still can. I hope you understand," his smile was now cheery and his tone light hearted. "Look me up again tomorrow night then we can have some real fun." he waved to them before using his vampire speed to dart off out of sight.

Zeruel faced the floor, unable to even show any emotion apart from that of worry. Kia took both of his hands in her own, her touch was soft and calming, making Zeruel look up at her, pulling himself together. "No. Zeke wouldnt... No... he wouldnt... " she didn't sound at all convinced which seemed to agitate Zeruel, his reaction being that of panic.

"Then what Kia?! Why hasn't he come home?!" he yelled at her, causing everyone to just stop for a few seconds and stair wide-eyed at the pair as if it was some sort of lovers quarrel. Many of them probably thought they had a child and he hadn't come home. Zeruel quietened down almost as soon as he shouted, he wanted to apologize but the anger and frustration inside of him about Zeke wouldn't allow him. It wasn't any use trying to reason with him.

"Zeruel... You have to trust him." She shook her head, she didn't seem to be rallied with the shouting Zeruel just did, perhaps she understood about how he was feeling. That and it wasn't a good idea to argue with Zeruel when he was so 'on edge'. "Lets... look calmly." Zeruel managed a nod before Kia led him back out onto the streets, she kept her head down and Zeruel just kept looking around, but more calmly than normal, his eyes taking in much more detail from when he was being so frantic about it. A few people bumped into them and yelled things like. "Watch where you're going!" and "Out of my way!" Zeruel just replied to them with his own harsh words and a glare, none of them said anything back to them after that.

Zeruel lent his head back to look at the sky, no stars were visible inside the city, the only lights in it were that of aeroplanes either going to or from the various airports near the city. "Where are you Zeke?" Zeruel mumbled as if asking God to find him and protect him.

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Zeke received a few dirty looks as he walked down the streets, granted he probably looked like the victim of some heinous crime, not that he cared, it was just a sore jaw, it wasn't even broken, it just managed to cut his lip and make his nose bleed. No, the thing which caught there attention was the amount of blood on his clothes, it wasn't even his blood. A smirk appeared on his face at the thoughts of what he did to that girl. The sheer thrill of it all, and the feel of her warm blood coat him from head to toe. Even the coppery taste of it was something he could enjoy again. Again meaning soon.

He pushed all thoughts of the Angels he had encountered to the back of his mind, he wasn't about to let them ruin his evening. Picking out a nice club where a few teenagers were gathered outside having a cigarette and laughing the night away. Zeke smiled, it seemed so peaceful and a beautiful sight in a way, but that peace wasn't going to last for long...

He stumbled over to them, falling onto the ground just in front of 'em, of course they ran over to Zeke's delight. He looked up to them with fake tears in his eyes, oh how his Drama classes paid off. "Are you okay?" the female with purple and black hair asked. Zeke nodded, trying to get to his feet, though he had to be helped by the two boys of the group. "Do you need us to take you to a hospital?" the other girl asked, she had a worried look on her face, one which made Zeke just want to stab her eyes with just so he could see the expression change to one of horror.

Zeke shook his head then smiled before walking away, falling once again on the floor. The two girls ran over to him once again, the boys just waited where they were, a little jealous of Zeke and the fact that his girlfriends were caring more for him than their date. "At least let us take you home." one said, helping Zeke to his feet. The boys figured this was their time to shine and ran over. "We'll take him home." the first one smiled to the black/purple haired one, obvious that was his date. The other stayed quiet and just nodded along with his friend, the girls looked all to pleased with their boyfriends' generosity and smiled to each other, nodding approvingly.

With the help of the two boys, Zeke walked down a dark alleyway a few blocks down from the club, Zeke commanded them to stop and they did so but not before flashing confused looks to one another. Zeke stumbled away from them, resting against the walls of the alleyway, suddenly the dagger became visible in his hands and he smirked deviously, putting a hand through his messy hair to make his eyes obvious to the pair. Those black and grey eyes weren't that of a human and almost immediately they began to run.

Within a flash Zeke was in front of them, blocking the exit out onto the streets. One of them stepped forward, holding up his fists in order to fight, it evoked a laugher from Zeke, a cold dead chuckle. The dagger was placed in his mouth as his own fists were raised. The other boy stood out of the way, egging on his friend who threw a few punches to start off with, Zeke easily dodging them, not even attempting to fight back. One punch was thrown and Zeke grabbed his hand, smirking from beneath the dagger in his mouth as he pushed the boy's hand back until a sickening crack could be heard and his hand broken. A scream escaped the boy's lips but Zeke didn't stop, he continued to push back until the bone protruded from the bleeding wound, his hand eventually being snapped off and falling to the ground.

The boy standing after looked at his friend's hand in horror as it just sat there on the alleyway floor, decapitated from his friend's arm, the person responsible now the dagger in his hand. Zeke's devious smile was more than obvious now, two of his fingers stabbed the guy in the eye sockets, feeling the jelly like substance on his fingers excited him, as the boy was screaming Zeke stabbed through his mouth with the dagger, it coming out from the back of his head. The screaming would cease and the boy fell to his knees. He was obviously dead.

His friend looked in horror as the dagger was yanked out of his friends' head and it being brought up to Zeke's mouth, his tongue sliding across the bloody blade as he savored the taste. The other boy wanted to move, but he felt himself frozen with fear as his friends' murderer came closer and closer, the blood from the blade dripping onto the ground and creating a trail. The blade was placed in front of the boy's mouth as Zeke commanded him to lick it, without a second thought and in the hope of being spared, he compelled and stuck his tongue out slightly with Zeke pushing the blade onto it. The boy now having to taste the blood, his friend's blood.

All the while he was shaking and Zeke grabbed his tongue with his free hand and sliced it off with the blade. The boy put a hand over his mouth, unable to scream, but trying to stop the blood. Before he knew it he was on the floor by a kick to the knees, his head smashing against the wall, though it didn't kill him. The blood now running down his throat and filling up his lungs, with no way to stop it apart from spitting out the blood every so often. Zeke sat on top of the boy's chest, his knife scraping down his arms, stopping when he came to the wrists.

The boy struggled, knowing that he was going to die, if not from a cut from that blade, then by the blood inside of his lungs. In one swift motion, Zeke raised the blade and slice across the wrist, all too much so that the hand almost came off. He repeated the process on the other wrist, but this time more gentle and slower. He looked back to the man's face, his head resting on the cold ground, now dead. The dagger vanished and Zeke dipped his hand in the puddle of blood forming around both of the boys.

"May Satan bless your souls." Zeke said in a fake caring tone, one where it would be used at a funeral to mourn the loss of someone. The symbol was finished and the bodies exploded everywhere, causing blood, bits of flesh and organs to coat Zeke once again. He smirked, brushing off the bits of flesh and mutilated organs before dropping his head forward and chuckling darkly.

"If he really was going to commit suicide then some where quiet. Desolate unless it's a publicity stunt." She flinched and felt herself shiver. Zeruel wondered how Kia would know or think of something like this. Perhaps she commit suicide? But then...doesn't God hate people who commit suicide, an act like that would suely get her to go to hell rather than heaven. "Anbandoned warehouses maybe... Tall building sites... I dont think Zeke wants to be found if he's dead so it would be well hidden" She was a little pleased with her deduction and she began to tug Zeruel along. "Even a favourite place of his..." She mused to him. "Come on." She smiled a little at him and tried to cheer him up. Silently hoping that they would find him sooner then later.

Zeruel sighed, he didn't want to think of Zeke as someone who would take love that far enough to want to kill himself. Kia wasn't exactly helping the cause, Zeruel just needed someone to reassure him that Zeke was still alive. "Uh... hey... i just remembered, i have no idea what Zeke looks like... though even that would probably do me no good... i'm sorry if i am intruding on something you guys would rather do alone... i don't know this guy like you guys do..." the voice came from Kouta who seemed to be following them. Zeurel turned sharply a little surprised by the fact that he didn't sense Kouta there before. He rolled his eyes, what help could Kouta be, he couldn't see and therefore couldn't be much use in finding Zeke. Maybe if he met him before and knew his voice or whatever, that could help. Though Zeruel can't explain how someone's voice is.

He almost became desperate, quickening the pace of his steps, he was panicking inside, though he wouldn't allow Kia or Kouta to see it. There was a figure which emerged from the alleyway, dripping in blood. A vampire? Zeruel wondered, he couldn't make out who it was though it didn't look like the one with white hair from before. The Vampire turned and looked to them.

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Zeke wandered out of the alleyway, shaking the access blood of slightly, it was then when 3 auras hit him. He froze for a minute before turning to face the source of the auras, there down the street were Kia, Zeruel and the Angel from before. The one which had busted his jaw. Zeke growled to himself in annoyance, he didn't want to be caught by them so soon, it was obvious that all three of them were Angels, including Zeruel. Why else would that other Angel from before be hanging around them? Zeke guessed that they were probably searching for him, either that or out hunting Vampires.

It was already starting to get light from the sunrise, it could be seen from the east, just between a few of the tall buildings. Zeke didn't want to be caught, not yet anyway so he ran, through the crowds and as fast as possible away from the group. He dashed into alleyway, panting against the wall, though the devious and cold smirk was present on his face. He figured if he got home before then he could change and dispose of the evidence of his bloody clothes. He could just claim to be in a fight which is why his lip was cut.

He arrived in the apartment and quickly stripped off from his bloody clothes, throwing them to the side for now. He stepped into the shower, washing away the blood from his hair and body, it ran down the plug in the red coloured water, eventually the water returned to normal, telling Zeke that he was clean enough. He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around him and using a smaller one to dry his hair. Walking over to the mirror he took off the towel from his head and smiled at his reflection, his innocent reflection which could never of thought to be that of a Vampire's. His eyes had now changed to normal and the only thing present from the night before was the cut on his lip, which already was starting to heal.

After putting on some clean clothes, he went outside with the pile of blood stained clothes, throwing them into a bin. He scraped the match against the side of the box as it flickered to life, throwing it into the bin and the clothes and other things inside of it going up in flames. Of course there was remains of alcohol inside the bin, it was a public bin and a few people would dump their bottles inside of it. This was good, the alcohol acted as a enhancer for the flames, allowing them to burn everything at a steady pace.

The sun shone down on Zeke's now full-of-life face as he sat on the steps watching the fire burn the evidence of everything which happened last night. He snickered to himself, his head dropping to face the ground before throwing his head back and laughing to the sky.

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The bloody figure had run off and Zeruel was half-tempted to go after him, bolting forward a few steps but then came to a halt. Sighing out of aggravation, now wasn't the time to go Vampire hunting, there were much more important things at steak. The sun was beginning to rise, which marked the dawn of a new day. "The dawn is supposed to bring hope..." Zeruel said to himself as he looked at the already lightning sky. The harsh blue shadow disappeared from around his eyes as the transformation back to being human occurred, though it was never as painful as the one he experienced at sunset. In fact it didn't hurt at all, if anything, it was a relief.

Kia walked up to him and hugged his arm, burying her head away from the blinding sunlight. They were still in the middle of the streets with some people dodging them, though Zeruel wasn't about to move. "Is there... really any point in worrying. If he was dead... Zeruel would know." she was looking back to Kouta and shrugging off the worry. Though Zeruel actually had no idea if Zeke was alive or not, how would he know? Kia tugged on his arm to get away from the crowd of people, though Zeruel remained still, trying to search the crowds for any type of clue. Anything.

"Maybe he did come home... I mean... He might of gone out drinking" She nodded. "Thats it... Zeke went out to a bar to drown away all the sorrows and has stumbled back to the apartment with some hooker... Zekes fine" She nodded defiantly. "Anyway, We shouldn't worry about him. He's grown up right..." She pouted and stared at the guys. "and drunks always find their way home." Zeruel looked to her he was a little confused as to whether she was being serious or not, though it did make him feel a bit better and a faint smile tugged at his lips. He smiled more when she mentioned the drunks finding their way home, it reminded him of when he first met Kia. It was a warm memory, only actually happened a few days ago, but it seemed like they had known each other for much longer. Zeke was there with them too. He was trying to pick out a necklace for Emily, which in the end he ended up wearing himself.

Kia had let go of his arm now and was looking at the floor, most likely because of the people or because she thought she had said something to upset Zeruel, though she didn't. He was actually much happier and reassured now thanks to her. "Kia's right, no matter how depressed Zeke is...he wouldn't kill himself." Zeruel replied with a reassuring tone and smile to match, trying to lighten to mood and tell Kia that she was saying the right things. He took her hand and made her look up at him, he smiled down at her, a happy and pleased smile, as if nothing had ever been wrong and he was the happiest person alive. "Thank you Kia," he said, kissing her on the forehead then turning to face Kouta, still holding onto her hand. "Let's go back to the apartment and worry about Zeke once we've had some rest. Who knows, maybe he is there after all." he was much more serious towards Kouta and the smile had seemed to fade slightly. He wasn't actually keen on the idea of letting Kouta come back with them, but it would probably upset Kia if he didn't.

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The remaining contents had finally been burnt to ashes and the smoke was subsiding, still no signs of Zeruel or the others. Though the thought evoked a smile from Zeke, the fact that they were so worried about him that they were still out looking. It showed something rather interesting, something he could use against them later on...it showed that they, cared.

He walked back into the apartment, throwing the matches back into the kitchen draw and falling down onto the sofa, gradually falling asleep. He wasn't worried about the whole aura issue, the apartment was too small to actually notice anyone's individual aura. Even if they did, he would claim to be an Angel. No one would ever suspect that Zeke was a Vampire, he was too kind hearted and innocent for that.

Zeruel pulled Kia along the pathways back to the apartment, she was now hanging onto Kouta too. But it didn't bother Zeruel, he just continued to stride forward, not really noticing or not really caring, all he wanted to do was to get home and see if Zeke was there. "Well... Zeruel you can have the bed tonight.. I'll sleep in the bath tub." she laughed slightly, murmuring the words under her breath. Zeruel just looked at her and shook his head with a smile, he wasn't going to let her sleep in the bath-tub, that would just be cruel. In a way, he wanted to ask if they could sleep in the bed together, that way Kouta could have the sofa and Zeke had his room, so it wasn't that bad. But he wouldn't ask her, she'd probably call him a pervert or something like that. "Hey... Zeruel... I'm starting school again" she chanted the words to try and hide the nerves in her voice, though they were easy to pick up on. Zeruel didn't know why she was nervous but he understood it, after all she hadn't been for quite some time.

"Dont ever ditch me... Otherwise I'll hunt you down with a pitchfork" Zeruel nodded to her, returning her words with a reassuring smile. "Heh, don't worry... me and Zeruel would never think of leaving you behind... you're one of us... and i don't just mean that in terms of speices either" Kouta replied, Zeurel had to agree with him, he was right...they wouldn't ditch her. She was one of them, but so was Zeke and he needed to be found soon...

They arrived at the apartment and Kouta knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. Inside Zeke groaned a bit on the sofa, turning over and putting the cushion to his ears, though he couldn't be heard. Zeruel pushed past Kouta and pushed down on the handle. It was open. Which meant...Zeke was inside. He quickly pushed open the door and practically burst into the room, seeing Zeke lazily lounging around on the sofa made Zeruel sigh deeply out of relief. He walked over to Zeke and gently nudged him, Zeke groaned and whacked Zeruel with his arm to tell him to go away. "Zeke...I need to sofa for someone...do you need me to carry you to your room?" Zeruel didn't bother asking about where he had been, he was just pleased that he was still alive.

Zeke groaned again, throwing the cushion at Zeruel which hit him in the face. "Fine then," Zeruel growled irritated by his friend's reaction to him. He lifted Zeke up and carried him towards his room. "Zeke...?" he said quietly and in a questioning manner, Zeke just groaned in response. "What happened to your lip?" he was referring to the split lip he had.

"Fight..." Zeke mumbled incoherently. Zeruel just nodded, carrying the wiery Zeke into his room and putting him on the bed. He walked back out and looked over to Kia and Kouta. "Kia, Kouta, you can take my bed if you want, either that or one of you can take the sofa and i'll find somewhere else to sleep. It doesn't bother me." Zeruel told them both, a faint smile on his lips, though he did kinda want to sleep with Kia and make Kouta go on the sofa, but he wouldn't say it.

Zeruel felt something nudging his arm slightly, trying to curl up to him. His arm wrapped around Kia, though he was still asleep. It was just an impulse sort of action. There were a few small whimpers coming from Kia but not enough to wake up Zeruel, even the tears on him didn't seem to wake him up, he was too tried, it had been a long day and a long night, there was no way he could be woken up so soon.

It must have been about an hour before classes were supposed to begin when Zeke flung open the door and just stared at the two in bed. He hadn't noticed Kouta on the sofa, since Zeruel's and Zeke's room were next to each other. "Ando!" Zeruel's eyes snapped open and he sat up staring at Zeke. "What on earth are you doing?" Zeke growled, a little annoyed that Zeruel had been...he stopped when he realized that Zeruel still had clothes on and so did Kia. "Come on, we only have an hour until classes start,"

Zeruel yawned, falling back into the pillows for a minute, he turned to look at Kia who was holding on a piece of paper with a drawing on it. He smiled slightly at the fact she was laying so close to him, but his smile faded when he was what was drawn on the picture. He took it from her and looked at it, it was a drawing of a monster. So this is what she meant...? he thought, referring to when she told him to protect her from monsters. He sat up again and looked around the room at the papers scattered everywhere, containing pictures of other monsters.

He frowned looking at Kia then looked back at Zeke. He smiled deviously at him which made Zeke worry slightly. Does he know...? Zeke wondered if Zeruel knew about him being a Vampire. Though it didn't suit him, it was obvious Zeruel was a Angel, he was hanging around with two other Angels. It would be extremely dangerous if he was a Vampire, hanging around that many Angels, though Zeke managed to do it. "What?" Zeke asked, looking away from the expression on Zeruel's face.

Zeruel got up and walked over to Zeke, throwing the paper on the floor as he did so. Those two were about the same height so they just stared into each other's eyes. "Dare I say it, Zeke..." Zeruel started, Zeke's heart was pounding fiercly at the thought of Zeruel finding out his true identity, though...it could have been kept for long. That was just a hope that would be easily shattered. "We're going to skip classes today!" Zeruel chanted, looking back at Kia. "Come on, we're going to shop for some new clothes." he smiled to her, walking past Zeke and looking at Kouta on the sofa.

Zeke just stared at Zeruel woke someone up on the sofa, the homeless one from outside yesterday morning and the one who gave him the split lip. He hid the look of horror on his face very well, surely his cover would be blown now. But then he realized, the Angel was blind. He smiled slightly but managed to hide it from the others, there was no way the Angel would be able to confirm it was him. The only thing he could say was that they had the same voice, or perhaps the same sent. Though Zeke would just act confused and Zeruel and Kia would have no choice to believe him. They would never believe that some one as innocent as Zeke would be a Vampire, if anything he'd be an Angel.

Zeruel flinched and backed away slightly at the reaction from Kouta. He put on a smile and acted as if nothing happened then, and he didn't just embarrass himself by reacting to someone waking up. He looked over his shoulder at Kia inside the room, crawling on the floor as Zeke watched her pick up the papers. He sighed slightly, it was because he didn't quite understand why she did it in the first place, though there had to be a reason. But now wasn't the time to ask.

"Zeke what did you mean when you came in?" she asked Zeke, looking up at him with smile on her face as she gently held his hand. He didn't really know if he should have felt anything from her touch, though he didn't. It was as cold as anything, but then so was that other Vampire's...Otter. Her touch was also cold, though it should have been warm. But they were dead weren't they, maybe they don't have warm bodies when they are dead. If that was the case...Zeke quickly snatched his hand away and bent down picking up the paper under his foot. He gave it to Kia and smiled politely as she finished collecting them and stacked them on the desk.

Though the question she asked was never answered, it seemed rhetorical at the time and almost as if she was joking. Of course she knew what he meant. Didn't she? "Hey looks like i'm not on my own today" there was another voice in the room and Zeke turned sharply to look at Kouta who was sitting up on the sofa. Zeke didn't react even though inside he was almost panicking at the same guy who fucked up his jaw the other night. Subconsciously his hand moved to the cut on his lip, almost as if it had just happened again and he was trying to stop the bleeding.

"Hello my friend" Kouta said, bowing in Zeke's direction "It is good to see what happened last night has not affected you in any way" this phrase could be a double-edged sword, Zeke held back the glare and kept his face clean from emotion, though his heart was quickening it's pace, nervous that he would tell everyone about his true identity. He could't win against 3 Angels, even if they couldn't summon their weapons or use their powers in the day, they would still be able to kill him other ways. "The name's Kouta"

Zeke smiled politely back, though he was actually smiling because he knew and the Angel probably did too that telling Kia and Zeruel, Zeke's true identity, they wouldn't believe him and probably hate him. "Pleased to meet you, my name's Zeke Naruse. I'm Ando's roommate." his tone was calm and polite as if he was meeting someone of great importance, definitely not the tone you'd greet your enemy in. "Oh?" Zeke said in a slightly surprised tone, touching the cut on his lip again. "This? Yeah well...I was a little down last night so went out drinking. I don't do that often and shot my mouth off a bit, getting into a fight. I won't let it get me down though, it's just some idiot trying to prove he was better than me. I won anyway."

Zeruel hugged Kia back and smiled down at her whilst Zeke lent back against one of the walls just waiting for them. He wasn't at all jealous, since he still was mourning the loss of Emily, though that other Vampire...Otter. She seemed nice and more than willing to help Zeke. Though by the looks of things last night, Zeke didn't need 'help' he smiled to himself when Kouta was looking at him. Zeruel was busy helping Kia find something to put on whilst they were going around shopping. Zeke's smile was cold and devious, though he could afford to show it to Kouta, because he knew what Zeke was. But he couldn't tell anyone, if he did, it just wouldn't work, and that's what's so amusing about it. Zeke wouldn't give any proof to him either.

"You sure you guys casn skip class to go shopping?" Kia said then pouted and sat on the floor, the sleaves of Zeruel's shirt over hanging her hands. Zeke looked back at her and smiled cheerily at her. "Of course we can, it's only a day. Right Ando?" Zeruel gave a nod in reply with a smile to Zeke, he was just happy that Zeke was back to his normal self. I guess drinking does help in some cases... Zeruel though, he chuckled when Kia asked for alcohol, it was a little ironic in sorts, though he just shook his head at her.

Zeruel threw a pair of jeans at her, they were too small for him so they were probably going to be alright for Kia to wear, just until they got some new clothes. He then dove under the bed and took out a small box, opening it, it had lots of money inside, he put about 30% of it inside his wallet and stood back up. Zeke knew about the box, though he never questioned it. The money was given to Zeruel in his parents will and Zeke promised that he would pay for the apartment and supplies so that Zeruel could use the money for emergencies. Which was nice of Zeke.

"Ready then?" Zeke asked, looking at everyone and the expressions on their faces. Zeruel nodded, taking Kia's hand and pulling her out of the apartment. "After you." Zeke said to Kouta as he walked past him Zeke stopped him and whispered coldly in his ear. "You say anything and i'll kill you without hesitation." and as soon as that had finished his tone returned back to the cheery self he had always been. "Okay then, let's go shopping!" he followed Kouta out of the apartment and locked it, throwing one of the keys to Zeruel who caught it.

Zeruel held Kia's hand as they walked down the streets, dodging people as best as he could and finding openings in the wave of them all, just so Kia would feel more comfortable. Zeke followed close behind them, he was watching everyone walk past him, smiling innocently to them all. Most of them would probably be dead within the next few days, their murderer being someone much young, but highly skilled. And that wasn't just Zeke.

Kia hung onto Zeruel tightly as to avoid the other people as best as possible. Zeruel just continued to walk forward, looking at the shop windows for a few seconds and trying to find something he could get Kia what she would probably like. He was trying to think back what she wore before but his memory served no purpose in that category, he would never try and remember what people wore, there was no point to it. "I managed to trap all the monsters in the paper." Zeruel looked down at her face and frowned slightly but then nodded showing that he was happy she had done so. She looked tired, that was clear on her face and the way she was handling herself, almost making it a need for Zeruel to drag her. He would have asked, but she would have said no, it probably had something to do with the 'monsters' and that they would cause her nightmares.

She had looked back to Zeke and giggled as she spoke."Hey Zeke wouldnt it be cool if we got pop tarts?" Zeke smiled in return to her, tilting his head to one side and closing his eyes out of the fake happiness he was giving off. "If you want to. It would be nice wouldn't it?" In a way Zeke was being over the top, he was actually acting a lot nicer than he used to be, he was doing it to annoy Kouta actually. Unknown how it would annoy him, but the reason probably being that no Vampire is innocent and should be sad with all the killing they do. Though Zeke was being defiant, being truly the happiest man in the world, even though he killed humans, no sense of guilt hung over him. That's how he hoped to annoy Kouta.

"Maybe we should buy Kouta a blanket to sleep under.... " She said thoughtfully. "And we can get Zeruel an umbrella!" she was smiling up at Zeruel, focusing on his vibrant blue eyes, he smiled back at her nodding slightly. Though Kia had been the only one to know about his weakness, he had sort of forgotten that Zeke didn't know his real name. "Zeruel?" Zeke questioned, quickening his pace of walking until he was walking next to Kia. He looked at her in a questioning manner then looked to Zeruel. "Ando...?"

Zeruel looked to Zeke nervously, taking his free hand and rubbing the back of his neck. "You see Zeke..." he coughed, trying to think of an excuse as to why he would fake his own name, he couldn't tell Zeke about who he was, Angels and Vampires were supposed to be a secret. "I had a bit of bad luck before I came here and well...I called myself Ando so that no one would know who I really was. Kia and Kouta actually know me from long before I moved here...Sorry for not telling you Zeke. But yes, my real name is Zeruel." He said with a small sigh at the end, his hand dropping down as he frowned to Zeke, showing a disappointed look, probably to the fact that Zeke would probably not want to be friends with him anymore.

Zeke gave a nod in understanding and he smiled at Zeruel. "Okay, I understand...Zeruel." he replied, looking forward once again as they walked down the streets, inside he was smiling deviously, he had found out Zeruel's real name...but something else bothered him. "Wait, why are we buying And-" he stopped, correcting himself. "Zeruel, an umbrella?" he looked up at the cloudless and sunny sky in confusion. "It's not going to rain is it? It hasn't rained in weeks." which was true, much to Zeruel's delight. He didn't know how to answer the question so just looked to Kia frantically.

Zeruel kept staring at Kia, which made her flush. "I thought it would be nice.... I... was gonna buy it as a present and it would come in handy when it did rain cause Zeruels like a cat with water... so bloody skittish and its almost like he's scared of it.... Really he's just being a pansy." Zeruel shot a glare at her but she hugged his arm tighter and whispered an apology. Zeruel smiled to her then turned his attention back to Zeke, "You know, water doesn't help my image, especially my hair, it just gets so frizzy when wet." he ran a hand through his hair, he didn't care what he was saying was extremely vain. He just had to give Zeke a real reason behind it.

"Your incredibly happy today Zeke its good" Kia giggled to him and Zeke returned the comment with a smile. On the inside he was calculating things. Zeruel doesn't like water, come to think of it, i've never seen him take a shower...or even drink water... Zeke smirked on the inside as he came to the realization of it all. His weakness is water, an Angel with a weakness of water...that will be easy enough to defeat him. Now about the other two... Zeke's thoughts had been interrupted by a familiar voice.

"What in the hell are you two doing?!" She yelled at Zeke and Zeruel. "Your skipping my class?" Zeruel, who was standing at the shop window with Kia turned sharply to see Rin there, she was wearing a rather...fitting dress...not one which was technically appropriate for uni. Zeke also looked at her, angry that she had broken his train of thoughts. She was another one, a Vampire or an Angel...which one though was unclear. "Well I suppose I am also skipping so I cant get to mad." She smiled looking at Zeke. "I need to have word with you about one of your papers Zeke." Zeke was suddenly dragged away before he could say anything.

Zeruel sighed to himself, "We're going inside this shop Zeke!" he called out to him. "Come in when your done!" he grabbed Kia's hand and pulled her inside the shop, surely Kouta would follow, if not stay outside, it didn't matter, Zeruel would let Kia pick out anything she wanted then buy it for her. "Just choose whatever you want Kia and we can get you out of them clothes." he should have said 'my' clothes but he didn't.

"You can't fool me Zeke. I know." A evil grin appeared on her face, Zeke almost took a step back, a nervous smile crossing over his face. "Vampires don't leave witnesses dear." She whispered in his ear. "It's good to see we have a brother on the inside." She let the smile spread across her face reassuring him, then she let him go. He stared at her, so she was a Vampire, that was obvious now to him, but...why did she hang around Zeruel before?

"Lets go back before they get suspicious." She light another smoke and walked ahead, her hips swaying with each stride of her feet. Zeke watched her go, he couldn't really look at his English tutor in the same way again. He sighed to himself in relief, the fact that it was one less person trying to kill him. In fact, she could prove to be a good ally.

Kouta had managed to follow them inside, which was probably good for Zeke, in case he tried anything whilst the other two were inside. Kia took out some money and a small box of pills from inside her coat pocket, she descarded the pills on the floor and Zeruel couldn't help but try and work out what they were for. He looked up at her as she let go of his hand and began prying through the racks of clothes. Zeruel bent down and picked up the box of pills, even from this close and reading them carefully, he couldn't work out what they were for. He put them in his pocket, it was probably best to keep them, in case Kia needed them later on, what for though...remained a mystery.

She had a pair of shorts in one of her hands and continued to leaf through trying to find a top to match. Already Zeruel was searching around trying to help her, though he wasn't that good when it came to female fashion sense, he found a few things he thought were nice but didn't show Kia in the fear that he would of been turned down, embarrassed by his poor fashion skills. Though he thought of himself as rather fashionable for a male anyway. Kia suddenly gripped her stomach and lent back against the rack of clothes, Zeruel turned to notice this and ran in front of her. "What's wrong?" he asked her, then he turned his thoughts on the pack of pills he had in his pocket. He pulled them out and gave the box to Kia. "Here, will these help in any way?" he hoped that they would, though he didn't know what was wrong with Kia.

Zeke watched Rin disappear out of sight and strode inside the shop, just in time to see Kia in a painful state. He walked up to Kouta, silently so he probably wouldn't have heard, "What's wrong with Kia?" he snickered under his breath, hoping that he would have startled Kouta. It would be deeply amusing for him, seeing the always-calm, Angel jump out of his skin. It really would evoke a laugh from Zeke, if only he wasn't around Zeruel and Kia. Luckily Zeruel was too busy to notice Zeke come in, so didn't see the snicker or hear the cold and emotionless tone of his voice.

Zeruel moved out of the way as Kia pushed him, it was obvious she wasn't going to accept the pills. She knocked them out of his hand, angry by the fact she had to take them, becoming dependent on them. She seemed angry at him but Zeruel just sighed lightly, bending down and picking up the pills once again, he was going to hang onto them, just in case. Upon rising up he noticed that Zeke had come in and was talking to Kouta, he wondered a little about what their tutor had to speak to him about, but he wasn't going to ask now. "What do you think?" Kia outstretched her shaking hands with a few nice items of clothing in them. Zeruel cocked his head to the side and took them from her, wondering about the shaking.

He smiled though, taking them over to the cashier and putting them on the desk, getting out some money when..."RAPE!" The voice came from Kia and Zeruel turned sharply to see Kouta lifting her up under one arm as if to kidnap her. He sighed irritably, shaking his head and turning back to the cashier. "I dont need no fucking pills... Im not like that!" Another loud and irritated sigh escaped Zeruel's lips as he hit his head on the cashier in front out of annoyance. The cashier just looked confused at Zeruel's actions, though quickly called in security "Assualt"

The security came inside and surrounded both Kouta and Kia. Zeke had backed away as if not to get involved, he was snickering behind some racks of clothes amongst the crowds of watchers, as if they had nothing better to do. None of them would help Kia, they just watched.Humans were all the same, believing themselves to be good, but really they do nothing to help each other. Which is why...they should die. That's what Zeke was thinking as he just looked and smiled deviously at the thought of all of them 'disappearing'. He held grudges towards the humans, none of them helped Emily, so they should all just die.

Kouta finally put Kia down and sprinted past the guards and out the door. Zeke's smile had faded when this occurred considering he was enjoying the chaos of it all, the frantic reactions of Kouta due to Kia's screaming about various unholy actions. It was amusing, but now that was over. Some of the security guards ran after Kouta with no prevail, though Angels weren't as fast as Vampires, they were still faster than those over-paid, self-obsessive pigs. Murmers arose from the crowds, talking about the event which just occurred, saying things like; "It's horrible that men are like this now days." and "Poor girl". Zeke looked to them, amused by their comments, the fact that they have the will to speak and judge the person, but take no action.

Zeruel sighed out of relief that it was all over, he paid the woman and took the bag of clothes, walking over to Kia and giving her a disappointed look. "Was that really necessary?" he sighed once again, taking her hand and looking over to Zeke. "Come on Zeke," he lead Kia out the shop and Zeke followed them, looking around for any signs of Kouta, but all he saw was security guards looking baffled by the disappearance of Kouta. "He's a quick little Angel" Zeke smirked faintly, standing just behind Kia and Zeruel so they couldn't see. "Are you okay now Kia? Want to tell me what's wrong? Maybe I can help, without the use of the pills." Zeruel was generally concerned, if a little curious. Zeke was defiantly curious and listened intently, watching Kia expectantly for an answer.

Zeruel hadn't noticed the money being slipped into his pocket, though Zeke clearly noticed and smiled pleasently as the kind gesture, he quickly shook off the emotion, not wanting to actually like Kia and Zeruel. Though...they had been good friends to him. He growled under his breath, slapping himself on the head as if to get rid of the thoughts. They were his enemies and that's all that mattered. "Why? If it had been you It would have been the same..." She looked at him, a frown present on his face, his eyebrows lowered in a sarcastic look, wondering if she was actually being serious. "Dont think I trust you just because your nice... Nice people can turn... Nice people can be full of hate and spite and so that .... That is why I wont let anyone... treat me like im some kid who cant handle herself!" Kia strode forward a few steps in anger as Zeruel hung back slightly, letting go of her hand and sighing to himself. He knew she was just worked up and he wouldn't take the comment to heart, but something made him feel like it was sincere, like he had done something terribly wrong.

"Yes. The... pills... are meant to stop the hallunciantions the nightterrors... the monsters.... And maybe the fear of crowds.." her voice was a lot more softer now due to her calming down slightly, Zeruel closed the gap between them and returned the comment with a smile, one which was reassuring and calm, if a bit worried. Zeke smirked deviously from behind them, watching them both with his calculating eyes. So she has nightmares, is scared of crowds and monsters. inside of his head he laughed as the realization of her weakness dawned on him. It was ironic really, the fact that she was scared of monsters, in theory...Vampires were monsters..."It'll be okay, I promise Kia..." Zeruel told her, taking both of her hands and looking down into her eyes as if to reassure her, though he couldn't hide the slight hint of doubt he had. Zeke merely scoffed at the gesture, but not loud enough for it to be heard.

"Sorry" Kouta had returned, emerging from the shadows of the buildings, he seemed generally concerned and apologetic. Though it was predictable and something Zeruel would do, he didn't glare to Kouta, merely let go of her hands and nodded to Kouta. "Ok, honestly would you have not done the same in my postion?" Kouta whispered to Zeurel as they began to continue down the road. Zeruel cocked his head and laughed lightly. "Actually...no." he walked forward again, closing the gap between himself and Kia. Walking beside her and was trying to reassure her that he would always be with her, but in a silent way.

"You run fast Angel," Zeke snickered from behind Kouta, waiting for him to turn around before continuing, "Now then, I think i've got you all worked out, Zeruel is weak against water, Kia crowds, you...well you're blind so that is probably your weakness." he smiled deviously but spoke out of earshot from Kia and Zeruel. In a way Zeke enjoyed toying with Kouta, he could tell him anything, even his plans for them all and he couldn't do anything about it. Confronting Zeke here would just raise way too many questions and a deep hate by Kia and Zeruel.

Zeke smirked at the comment Kouta gave him, replying in a dark tone. "All in good time," he held back the urge to laugh, because of course Zeruel and Kia would hear that. But it was just so amusing to torment the little Angel. Zeke hung back as Kia walked, pulling both Zeruel and Kouta close to her. She seemed happy, well a little more than before, which was good, even Zeke preferred seeing Kia like this and smiled happily. "Heh, well i tried... you are defenatly a srong women... that's for sure... well i don't know... it's gonna get dark soon so i guess we should finsih up and then go h- to the apartment"

Zeke glared forward to Kouta's back, it was obvious what he was going to say, though he stopped himself. It was Zeke's apartment and yet it was being infested with homeless people, sure he didn't mind Kia, she was a nice girl, if a bit dimwitted. Kouta on the other hand...who invited him? Zeruel didn't seem that fond of him, in a way they looked they like were in competition over Kia. Though Zeke wasn't going to complain, having Kouta stay with them would be much more interesting, it brought him close to Zeruel and Kia, as well as eliminating any chances of him attacking Zeke. Yes...being friends with three different Angels surely had advantages.

"I think I found something" Kouta pointed to an old stand with a kind woman running it, selling fabrics of all sorts and colours. Zeruel walked over to them, taking Kia and Kouta along with them and was looking at the different fabrics, there were ones for everything, scarfs, hats, blankets...Zeke had started to walk over to them when suddenly his shirt was grabbed by someone, pulling him down considerably, almost to the point of tearing his shirt. He looked down into the pleading eyes of...Mara...a girl from his drama class. Her aura immediately hit Zeke and his eyes widened in either fear or realization. She was either a Vampire or another Angel.

"Hit. Me. Please ... " She didn't seem to notice Zeke's aura, she was asking a rather strange request of him and he cocked his head to the side looking rather dumbfounded. Zeruel didn't seem to notice and neither did Kia or Kouta, they were too busy picking out a blanket. Zeke just cocked a brow and continued to look down at the desperate classmate of his. He didn't ask why and he didn't know why he did it but he slapped her hard against the face. He stood back a bit, allowing her to drop to the floor in the realization of what he just did. He just hit a girl.

Frantically looking around to see if anyone saw that, which they didn't, he let out a sigh and walked back to her helping her up off the ground, the red mark showing across of flawless skin. "What are you doing here Mara? Why aren't you in class?" he looked away from her, realizing that it probably wasn't the best greeting to give a woman he just abused. "Are you okay? I'm sorry about..."

Zeke's eyes were fixed on the ground, his cheeks held a slight blush to them in embarrassment in what he had just done. Did I seriously just hit a girl...? his thought were broken when soft hands grabbed his face, pulling him into a deep kiss. His eyes widened as he looked down at the face of Mara, but he didn't really return the kiss, he didn't feel it was right. Even if Mara was a beautiful girl...a vampire or angel...he still felt over Emily, he couldn't bring himself to return the feelings to Mara just yet. Perhaps in time, something could happen. He could feel the excitement coursing through her body, as if she enjoyed the kiss a little too much, or perhaps...she liked being hit?

She broke the contact but was still all to close to his face, her eyes almost lost in a blank stare. "Please. Hit me again," she whispered to him, a hand trailing down to lock with his then pulling it into a fist. It was then when she return his surprised gaze with all seriousness in her voice, pleading as it was. "Hit me harder." she let out a sigh and allowed her head to rest on his shoulder, panting anxiously. Zeke stood still for a few seconds, in a state of shock due to the kiss and the fact she wanted to be hit, she enjoyed it?

He closed his own eyes, taking in a deep breath before punching Mara in the chest again and again, he almost got carried away with it all, forgetting who she was as his facial expression was replaced with a sadistic smile, getting lost in his Vampire emotions. He then snapped out of it, looking down at the poor girl who would probably suffer from bruising, if not being badly winded. He ran a hand through her hair and rested his own head on hers. "Better?" he whispered to her, almost in a seductive voice.

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Zeruel allowed Kia to wander off to the stand with Kouta as they checked the various blankets. He watched them with a small smile, looking at his watch to check the time. It would be getting dark soon, the day drawing to a close and the same process repeating once again. He sighed at the thought of it, luckily he managed to resist the urges the nights before, but it wasn't going to take too long before he snapped. Maybe it was Kia and Kouta, the reasons why he had been able to last this long..."Want anything Zeruel?" Kia yelled to him, he just replied with shaking his head. He wasn't really interested in the blankets and stuff like that, he was just lost in his thoughts about what tonight would bring. Eventually...he might end up hurting someone he cared about.

Kia seemed to temporary give up, walking back to Zeruel and swaying in front of him with her hands buried deep insider her pockets, though she was still in his clothes, she hadn't time to change into the clothes they brought her. "Maybe. We should steal one." She grinned feeling a slight thrill out of suggesting it. "Who cares if we pay or not." Zeruel frowned to her, it was a strange thing to say, he had never seen this side of her before and he didn't know if he liked it or not. In a way it was exciting and refreshing, but then, such behavior wasn't exactly holy.

He sighed, putting his hands in his own pockets and going over to the woman, noticing that Kouta had his eyes on one of the blankets, a royal blue one with gold trimmings. It was rather nice and on an off note, it would match the colour scheme of the apartment. "5 dollars, right?" he confirmed what the lady had told Kouta and took out a five dollar bill, handing it over to the woman. He then went back to Kia, not even bothering to look to Kouta, knowing he would pick up the blanket and follow.

Zeke felt her legs give way as she wrapped her arms around his neck. It was almost like dead weight, though he didn't seem to mind, just let out a small sigh of relief, looking around to see if anyone had noticed what he had been doing. He knew he shouldn't, but he felt bad for hitting the poor girl. He wondered how long she had been like this for, if she was a Vampire or Angel, he hadn't seen her in two days, since he became a Vampire, but he never remembered her being like this. Wanting to be hit...a masochist.

The same thought kept creeping into his head, if she was a Vampire or an Angel, it was already late and the last few minutes of the sun were being shown over the horizon, the pinky colours streaking away across the clear sky. It would be a cold night...Zeke always remembered that, clear nights meant that it would be cold. Without thinking he huddled closer to Mara, bringing her into a tight embrace. Where Zeruel and the others were, he didn't know, he didn't actually care. The last glimpses of the sun disappeared from sight, leaving them to the cold but eventful night ahead.

The pain in his chest came quickly, though he didn't break from her embrace, the whites of his eyes turning black in colour whilst the pupils turned grey. Rather dull colours, though it was how his transformation took place. He didn't let her see his eyes, just kept her in the tight hug, materializing the dagger he had and holding it, ready to plunge it into her frail body. "Surely you noticed by now." Zeke said, his tone cold and dark like the night they now faced, it would be obvious now that she could sense his aura, feel the transformation and pain he endured. Though it was unknown how she would react, so he kept the dagger still.

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Zeruel sighed, rolling his eyes at the whims of Kia, wanting to rob banks and cause chaos. "We're not Vampires Kia...I know we're not exactly holy and i'm not fond on God myself, but we're not supposed to be bad people." he sighed once again, looking back at Zeke who was hugging Mara, he smiled, pleased that Zeke had found someone again, though he was a little confused how long they had been there. Then the night came, wrapping the city in a cold and dark blanket, showing no sings of hope for anyone, too many people knew about the killings at night and confined themselves into their houses. Not that it would save them. Vampires were ruthless, despicable and vile creature, killing whoever they please, wherever they may be.

Zeruel had let go of Kia's hand, the pain in his chest causing him to fall, causing people to literally stop and stare. It wasn't usually this bad, but he hadn't killed the night before, too wrapped up in finding Zeke. For the first time ever, Zeruel shrieked out in pain, his arms wrapping around his body and his nails digging into the bare skin of the, drawing blood. People crowded around, enclosing Kia, Kouta and the shrieking Zeruel into a tight circle. Zeruel hadn't noticed, but something was strange, the transformation should of ended by now, it only lasted a few seconds before, but the blue around his eyes had yet to show itself, that marked the end of the transformation and the salvation from the pain he was feeling.

Zeruel tried to speak, to reply to Kia, but he couldn't, the pain was just too much and all he could do was scream about it. It wasn't fun at all and it felt like his chest was burning on the inside out, never before was it as bad as this, it was as almost if...that would be the same reaction if he drank water. He was frantically trying to remember if he did so, of course he didn't, he wasn't that stupid. His head rolled back to look up at the sky as his moth was continually agape due to the screams, four small like fangs grew in his mouth, that was new, they didn't really look like Vampire fangs, they weren't long enough, and two of them were on the bottom. They probably would have been classed as demon fangs. The blue shadow around his closed eyes appeared now, almost looking like it cracked against the skin, many of the surrounding crowd stepped back, baffled and scared about what they were witnessing.

The silence.

No one even tried to speak over the screams, so when they stopped, it was silent, only the cars in the background could be heard. Zeruel's head fell limp against his chest. "Kia..." the word escaped his lips and almost seemed like it would be his final word, it was obvious it took a lot for him to even say that, his voice was hoarse. Almost as if it was to the point of being lost forever. After that, frantic breaths escaped his lips and his eyes were opened only to look straight into Kia's. The blue in them shining intensely, almost like stars in the night sky, not that you could see any inside the city. A hand was lifted as the four sharp teeth pricked his fingers, then proceeding to suck the blood from the wound.

He was suddenly picked up and his hands outstretched for Kia, whining like a small child who was being taken from their mother. He couldn't speak nor move much by himself, but in his mind he knew that he would bring danger to Kia tonight, he just hoped that Kouta would stay with them. It was most likely because he didn't try to kill a Vampire yesterday, in fact he hadn't been able to kill a Vampire in a long time now. They were so slippery and seemed to escape whenever Zeruel came close to them, in fact, he had given up these past few nights, Alec had been the only Vampire he had attempted to fight in quite a few months now. In fact...it was getting on for almost a year, perhaps this was the final push? He was running out of time and this was to warn him?

Kouta took them away from the people, far away and only Kia followed them. Zeruel was the put down on the ground, he attempted to get himself up but with no prevail he just stared up at Kia and Kouta, opening his mouth to clearly show the fangs, he was wondering if something bad was happening to him. Could Angels become Vampires? A hand rose again to tap the four sharp teeth, confirming that they were there.

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Zeke grew tense as the cold hands were instantly at his neck, then brought up to his cheeks, her fingers threading through his unruly brown hair, "Of course I have. You do know this means that I am either going to kill you—" a maniacal grin flashed onto her lips,"—or kill with you. Either way, if you try to stop me ... " An other amused laugh came from the girl, it was cold and deadly with all hints of seriousness in it, Zeke was still frozen, the dagger held firmly in his hand, but he couldn't bring himself to get rid off it or stab Mara, he cared for her, he didn't know why...she was threatning him, and usually he would at least retaliate, but he found her touch soothing, so soothing it rendered him helpless in it.

"You're dead," Mara trilled out with a purr attached to the end, gliding her smooth cheek against Zeke's and massaging the nape of his neck with those fingers. He bit on his lip, the knife dropped to the floor as he just wanted to be with her now, he didn't care if she was an Angel, but it was obvious by the way she spoke and by what she was saying, she was a Vampire. The knife clanged on the floor and disappeared, Zeke didn't even notice he just held his face to her neck and kissed it, almost biting it from the sharp fangs he had, eventually he stopped when she began to trace his face with her own, stopping at his lips and leaning in close with a whisper. " Stay out of my way and you can live ... Zeke." he didn't even care that she used his name, he just wanted those lips touching his own, but held back the urge, only to have it satisfied by both of their lips being locked into a passionate kiss which Zeke returned more than happily. She broke away before he could go any further.

Sliding her hands casually down Zeke's chest, Mara looked into his eyes again with the full weight of her intention to kill shining in her silver orbs. There was a great push of exceptional strength which all vampires held and she was able to break from his grasp from her. And then Mara was gone...

Zeke watched her as she destroyed the life of a child, it was a truly beautiful sight, it was at that point Zeke realized that he was in love. Not with Emily, he had never felt this attracted to a girl, the way she killed and silently mocked God. Mara was the one. Zeke smiled to himself, falling onto his ass and watching her destructively waste the night away. He wouldn't disturb her, for she was so graceful in her work, making it that of an art. In Zeke's eyes anyway.

Zeke watched her contently, leaning forward slightly, she had now finished with the child and began dragging the mother. Towards him. He sat back, up straight and gave her a confused but intrigued look. She knelt down in front of him, smiling sweetly, making the surroundings seem oblivious, her smile even drowned out the screaming and shrieking coming from the woman being dragged. "I need to know. I need proof. Depending on your answer, we can help each other," that wasn't what brought him back from his trance-like state, it was in fact the pain in his leg as the woman latched onto him, her nails digging into his pale leg, drawing blood because she was that desperate. It annoyed Zeke and his face showed it, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes narrowed as he looked down towards the woman, who despite his expression still pleaded.

"Do it," Mara said while leaning in close enough to Zeke again that he could easily lean forward to kiss her," and I'll give you anything you want." Zeke's attention was brought back to her, his eyes resting on those perfect lips of hers, licking his own, remembering the heavenly taste of them, he wanted to lean in to kiss her, but he knew he shouldn't be the one to make the first move, she would get angry. Anything I want...? Zeke repeated the reward in his head, thinking of all the possibilities, all the things he could to with her. To her.

"You can do whatever you want as long as you kill her and preform the rite," Mara said in a low and seductive tone which was more than suggestive towards Zeke and filled with dark promises of a lustful night or several nights to come. More thoughts poured into Zeke's head and he just wanted to kill the stupid human and take Mara here, her slender body and those ever so tasty lips, she probably tasted better elsewhere on her body. He bit down on his lip, he had to suppress the thoughts but her tone wasn't helping right now.

"End her," Mara said in the low whisper while eyes dropped down to his lips before she pressed hers against his own, locking them in an unholy embrace. Zeke's eyes closed and he returned the kiss, leaning forward to deepen the kiss as far as humanly possible. Though Mara seemed to have the same idea, and she forced the kiss to become deeper, probing Zeke's tasteful mouth with her tongue in order to seek entrance, which was easily granted, Zeke enjoyed every second of it, their tongues dancing with each other and the kiss much more passionate than ever before. A hand crawled beneath his shirt and drug those bloody weapon-tipped fingers along his body while the other still held the panicking woman—a woman who was losing her mind with each passing second. He didn't stop her, he enjoyed the cold metal scraping across his skin, feeling the blood trickle down from the cuts now on his bare chest. A moan escaped Zeke's lips as he parted from her, not even caring about the blood staining yet another shirt of his.

Mara breathed out her next words almost breathless," Do it for me?" Zeke smiled, his own hand reaching for her, but continued on past her until it rested on the hand she had the mother's hair in. He lent forward onto her and looked down over her shoulder at the mother, who merely stared up at him in fear, he smiled pleasantly as if to fool her into a false sense of security. Zeke's other hand rested on Mara's breast, unknown if it was intentionally or not, but his position made it seem like it could of just been to keep his balance, but he enjoyed it, his pleasant smile turning into a devious smirk as he grabbed the woman by the hair and stood up, lifting her up off the ground herself.

He stepped around Mara and dropped the woman to her knees, bending down in front of her and using a hand to gently lift her chin, gazing into her tearful eyes. "Shush..." he whispered to her, wrapping his arms around her and bringing her into a hug. She was a little shocked but returned the hug, believing that Zeke was actually trying to help her. His hand out stretched as the dagger appeared in it, the tip of it pressing against her lower back. With one quick swipe it cut off her clothes from the back, she could now feel the cold steel of the dagger, tracing along her bare skin, but not enough pressure was applied to cut her. The embrace allowed limited movement from the woman and she dropped her hands by her sides, tears streaming down her face as she knew she had been tricked.

Zeke smirked, the knife now plunging into her pale flesh, Zeke scraping it a few inches deep and carving the symbol into her, he didn't even need to look to know what he was doing. She screamed out in pain, but wasn't killed with such an attack, she couldn't move but squirmed around, it didn't affect Zeke's art though. He finally let go of her and looked into her tearful eyes with a cheerful smile, she wouldn't be sent to hell until she died and right now she was just suffering from blood loss from the carving on her back. He wanted to make it slow and painful, that was always the most funnest, the joyous screams humans emitted when being tortured was something worth listening too in this life, he wanted to cherish all he could and create those screams wherever possible.

The woman sobbed, blood dripping down her naked back, it was truly a sick sight if anyone would see it, though they seemed to be safe for now. Zeke didn't want to run into any Angels tonight, he would avoid them if possible. The sobbing then ended as the dagger was drove through her throat and yanked out, causing her body to fall limp onto his. He smiled once again, letting the dagger disappear and standing up, leaving her to fall onto her front, showing off the amazingly executed mark carved into her back. He looked to Mara for her reaction, wanting to see her pleased face, he did take Art at university too. The body began to swell up and Zeke darted in front of Mara, shielding her as if a bomb was about to explode. The hot sticky liquid and gore covered Zeke's back, but he didn't mind, he just wanted to keep Mara clean for now.

The cold and devious smirk played over Zeke's wet lips, feeling a slight tang of copper on them, blood he seemed to pick up from the body's destruction. The blood now dripping from his hair and staining his clothes, yet another outfit in need of burning. He didn't care though, running a blood covered hand through the mess of brown and sticky hair, his devilish eyes watching as his soon to be lover crawled towards him, like a tiger stalking its prey. Oh how it turned him on, seeing her on all fours and crawling towards him.

Her soft hands trailed slowly up his body, Zeke writhing at her teasing touch, he ran a bloody hand through her hair because it was the only thing he was able to touch and he needed to touch something, the lustful urges taking a strong hold of him and the adrenalin he felt as she teased him further, kissing just above his pant line. He watched her dis-heartedly as she moved away from his arousing area. Her hands now seeping under his wet shirt, across his bare chest and over the scratches from earlier, he quivered more at her touch, his hands tangling in strands of her luscious hair, the only thing he was able to get a hold of as she continued upwards towards his pleading face.

When she stood up, Zeke immediately leaned towards her for a passionate kiss, though he was turned down by the close embrace of her, the warmth of her against him in the cold night, her breasts pressing against his own chest, how he wanted to rip off the clothes which were stopping them. A hand traveled down from her head and down her body slowly before finally resting on her perfectly curved ass, squeezing gently at it whilst the other hand wrapped around her neck, bringing her closer towards him. Zeke was covering her in the blood from his earlier victim, though he didn't care, it was actually a turn on for him, that was almost becoming obvious now as his hips pushed against hers in desperation.

Zeke shirt was pulled off, revealing his naked chest with the scratches she had marked him with earlier. They would probably scar, but he didn't care, it would show that he belonged to her and only her. She wrapped herself around him once more, at least one thing was out of the way and he could feel the warmth of her on his exposed skin, but something was still in the way...her clothes. "What shall your reward be then for doing as I asked," she inquired with that same tone used before the slaughtering of the mother. "Tell me what you want and you shall receive," A delicate finger ran across Zeke's needy and dry lips, as she took it away he edged forward as if to follow it. He found himself almost speechless, just lost in the want of it all.

"Shall we spend a night murdering and condemning worthless humans to Hell, or shall we become hedonistic in lust and have each other. Perhaps both, hm?" Her hands traveled down him once again, making Zeke aroused even more, almost to the point of becoming impatient, he hated being teased like this and just wanted her to take him, he didn't even care if they were in the middle of the street, the urges were too great to be ignored. Zeke let out a gasp of pure pleasure, his hips buckling and his body quivering as Mara dove beneath into his pants and groped at his throbbing member, that was what really needed attention and now it got it.

"Tell me what you want," she asked against his lips, drawing him into another tender kiss of want and desire. Zeke's arms latched around her neck as he pulled her closer to him to deepen the passionate kiss they were locked in. His tongue flicked inside of her mouth, savoring every bit of the taste, kissing wouldn't last for long, but they both drew it out for as long as possible. Mara's fangs pulled at his bottom lip, teasingly, but not piercing it, just yet. Small moans of pleasure emitted from the back of Zeke's throat as she continued to arose him further. "I think I already know what you want. Am I right," Mara broke the kiss at that point and Zeke found himself taking in small breaths of air. Her face only a breath's distance away from his, his eyes showing pure want and need in them. "Please..." Zeke whispered between small moans.

He brought himself closer to her, his head and mouth now at her tender neck, sucking on the skin of it, his fangs sharply grazing the skin now. He wanted to mark her, pay her back for the marks she had given him, claiming her as his own now. She would be his tonight and for every other night to come, locked in unholy embrace. But not here...it couldn't happen here...Not in the middle of the streets, no matter how much Zeke wanted it to. He broke away from her, his hands traveling down to lock with her, turning away from her and searching for somewhere...anywhere. He found an alleyway, it was perfect, no one could see them there.

He pulled her towards it, hoping that she would compel and want it to happen in an alleyway, unless she had somewhere better they could go, but he couldn't wait long, he needed her now more than anything in the world. Suddenly a few drops of cold rain fell onto his face and he looked up, blinking at the clouded sky, it was a major set back, what girl would want to stay outside in the rain? Without another moment's warning, the rain came tumbling down soaking them from head to toe and washing the blood from them both. Thunder rumbled around them and the sky was split with bolts of lightning. Zeke already found himself becoming flaccid by the turn of events, knowing that the option of them doing it outside was no longer there and he would have to wait.

An innocent chuckle arose from Mara, and Zeke smiled to her, knowing full well that she had something in mind. Her grip tightened on his hand and another rested on his now wet face. She leaned forward and he knew what she was going to do so he compelled and leaned forward too. They were moments away from locking lips but she pulled away. Zeke frowned at her, but that disappointed expression didn’t last for long as he noticed the what she was wearing and how the rain affected it. Her top was becoming see-through now, revealing her laced bra beneath. His eyes travelled down her body, her skirt stuck to her and made every one of her curves defined. They were perfect in every way. Shining drops of rain clung to her legs, making her even more of a turn on.

"Come with me," she spoke in a hushed tone, Zeke’s attention now drawing to her perfect face. The soft smile, the slight rosy blush on her cheeks and the innocent look in her dazzling silver eyes. He nodded gently, allowing her to lead him back down the deserted streets. He was almost shivering from the cold, the fact that she had stripped off his top half, now allowing his bare chest to feel the full fury of the storm. He’d probably get pneumonia, if Vampires could get ill that was. They probably couldn’t, so at least that was one less thing to worry about.

The walk was rather long, too long for Zeke’s liking. It was spent in silence and he could see the thoughtful look on Mara’s face. His head cocked to the side in wonder of what she was thinking about. His mind wandered to think about Zeruel, if he really was an Angel then he would have to be dealt with. But if he was a Vampire, he could be a valuable ally. Kouta was an Angel, that was for certain. Zeke wondered where he was this night, he hadn’t shown up even when the screams of the woman echoed around the city. No Angel showed up. It was good in the sense that they weren’t interrupted. But Angels were exciting to fight against, providing you could hold your own. Zeke did, against two of them.

More thoughts poured into his head, this time about Mara. How long had she been a Vampire for? Had she ever killed any Angels? Or even fought some? How many humans had she killed? Average per night? How many men had she slept with…He looked to her with a frown on his face, thinking that he’d just be another one. She had probably slept with quite a few and then just threw them out, or killed them. Zeke had only ever done it once or twice with Emily and even that wasn’t as long as he would have liked. She didn’t seem to want to do it. But Mara did…

He pushed the random thoughts to the back of his head when they came to a bright red door. "Here we are. Home sweet home as the saying goes. Tonight does not feel like a night that we should be lingering outside. There's too many of us and them, and you know that we cannot tell each other apart. Its too dangerous to be out right now," Zeke had to agree, it was too cold to be running around killing humans. And the fact that many of them didn’t even leave their homes anymore. They just hid inside and waited out the night. Because of course, Vampires didn’t kill during the day. They could have done if they really wanted to, but the speed and weapons wouldn’t be activated. So they probably would have been caught or killed. Any Vampire who killed in the daylight was just plain stupid.

"Let's get you inside," she said turning around, opening the door, and pulling him through without giving him much choice. The home was quaint yet still elegant. The floors were wooden and the walls were painted a soft white, while pictures of a happy family hung on the walls. Zeke had never met Mara’s family, but a small hint of worry over-came him, wondering where her family was. It would be wrong to do anything if they were still in the house. There was set of stairs which most likely lead to the bedrooms. Stepping around Zeke, Mara closed the door and locked it before dumping a set of keys on a nearby table.

"Its good to be out of the rain and the cold. I'm going to make a hot bath," Mara said behind him before walking around Zeke and standing before him topless aside from that lace bra. Zeke couldn’t help but stare down at her cleavage, they were much nicer that Emily’s, much nicer. "You're welcome to join me if you want," she added while giving the other vampire a feather of a kiss before turning around and heading up the stairs. He watched walk up the stairs, deciding whether or not to follow her. Wasn’t a bath rather small? How could two people fit in it. He didn’t care though, following the trail of clothes up the stairs until he came to a door, the sound of running water and steam creeping through the gap at the bottom.

The water then ceased as the sound of Mara stepping into bath, diving deep into its depths was heard. A gentle sound in the sense that she would be careful not to spill any of the water. Zeke’s attention was drawn to the panties at the bottom of the door, they matched her bra and he could imagine them on her. How sexy she would look in her matching underwear, but how sexy she would look without it on. He didn’t think anymore now and quickly stripped off his remaining wet clothes, allowing them to manifest a pile to the side of the door. He opened the door and peered inside, seeing Mara bathing in actually a rather large tub. It would fit them both, and if it didn’t, well then they would have to make it.

She had her eyes closed which made Zeke smirk, entering the bathroom silently and creeping over to the bath. He rose up onto the edge and kissed Mara’s forhead, smiling down at her. One of his hands swirling the water around her gently. He was completely naked, but sat facing away from her as to not show anything, leaning back to watch her naked body hide under the water. He leant down again, this time kissing her on the lips, the hand he had in the water sliding down her and resting on her crotch. He had to repay her for the teasing she did earlier, by teasing her himself. Making her want him, just as he wanted her.

Zeke's eyes slowly opened and he blinked a few times trying to remember where he was. A smile then crossed over his face wiping the bemused look from it. He turned in the bed until he was facing Mara. Oh how he loved her, but now he had to go. He couldn't afford to wait for her he had to kill something, perhaps bring it's head back to her with a silver bow tied around it? He kissed her forehead lightly before pulling the covers back and sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at his naked body. He sighed remembering that Mara had sort of ruined his clothes the night before, but that didn't matter. He remember that she had a brother around the same age as Zeke. He got up and stepped out of the room, it didn't seem like anyone else was home so he walked into her brother's bedroom and put on some clothes, it was only a white shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans as well as a black leather jacket. Zeke stood looking at himself in the mirror for a few minutes picking out some dry bits of blood from his hair. I should have taken a shower he sighed but shrugged it off, looking towards the window where the last remaining glimpses of the sun were disappearing over the horizon.

The white of Zeke's eyes turning into black matching the forthcoming night whilst the brownish-red of them became a dull and lifeless grey. He looked back towards the mirror, noticing the shine on the small pendant he wore. The same pendant he was going to give to Emily, but never had the chance. She meant nothing to him now. Nothing at all. Mara was the one he really loved. He smiled sweetly, walking over to the window and pried it open, the sweet smell of the chilling night air and the coppery tang from the blood of innocent humans wafting up Zeke's nostrils. With one harsh tug on the necklace, the black chain snapped. With another swift motion it was discarded onto the bed in the room. Zeke didn't bother looking back at it to see where it had landed, instead a devious smile crossed over his face and he jumped.

Jumping out of the window and materializing the dagger in mid-air. He landed on top of an expecting female, she cried out and writed under Zeke's limp body, thinking that she had just been struck with a suicider. "Someone call an amb-" the word caught in her throat as Zeke's dagger plunged into her chest. The lift leaving her beautiful green eyes as Zeke licked the tears off of her face. He stood up from her and licked his lips savoring the salty taste. He frowned when he saw that his clothes-- well his substitute clothes-- we're already stained with the blood of a innocent. He chuckled darkly, his head falling forward to admire his work. "Hey what are you doing?" he stopped suddenly, his smile wiping off his face momentarily before turning around to face the human which spoke out. Zeke threw the dagger with perfect aim, striking the man down in his heart. Zeke sighed, walking over to the man and yanking out the dagger, looking around there wasn't much blood, not enough to draw the symbol in.

So Zeke would have to compromise. He dragged the male's body and put it next to the females, taking his knife and carving the symbol into their wrists. Both the right ones. He smiled pleasantly, admiring his work, although the bodies didn't swell and burst, Zeke didn't want them to. He wished for everyone to see his work. They would be sent to hell either way, so it wasn't a worry. He licked the his knife clean of all of the blood before causing it to disappear and walking along the quiet streets humming to himself, looking out for his new victim.

Zeke smiled, walking along the streets of what appeared to be a ghost town. That ever present devious smirk on his face, no one would dare diminish a Vampire’s rage during the night. Kouta wouldn’t, Zeruel wouldn’t, Kia wouldn’t and that other Angel, the one Zeke had run into a few nights ago, he wouldn’t be any problem. If he showed up that was. No, in fact tonight Zeke could go wild, finally release his inner psychotic side and kill as many humans as he wanted. They could hide in whatever building they pleased, but they wouldn’t be able to escape. A flickering light caught Zeke’s attention, coming from a nearby house. The occupants of it were still awake. Zeke’s smirk grew a considerable amount as he stopped in front of it, staring up at the two lights still on. It was late at night and the curtains were closed, trying to hide the fact that the lights were still on. Of course it would be no fun to attack a sleeping family, Zeke wouldn’t be able to hear their screams. The sheer torturous cries they would emit when he killed them slowly. Breaking off their legs one by one then feeding it on a silver plate to them. None of that would be possible if they were asleep. No fun at all.

Zeke finally finished with his wishful thoughts and took a sidetrack down a dark alleyway. New York was full of them. The darkness was a Vampire’s best friend, that’s why there were so many in New York. Zeke sprinted through the darkness, looking up every so often until he found the side window, skidding to a halt and placing both hands on the wall. He looked up as far as possible before jumping up high, using his hands to latch onto the window sill. He flipped forward, causing his legs to smash through the glass and he landed on his feet inside the bathroom. Almost immediately he cringed at the sound. Tick-tock-tick-tock. It was the most annoying sound ever, enough to drive anyone to insanity. Zeke’s dagger materialized in his hand and he threw it behind him, silencing it. After Zeke was pleased that the ticking would no longer bother him, he turned around, yanking the dagger out of the clock’s face.

With the dagger still held in his hand he walked to the bathroom door, placing his hand on the handle of it and slowly turning it. He suddenly swung it open, coming face to face with a young woman. Beautiful in every way. Soft flowing brown hair, deep brown eyes which you could down in if you wasn’t careful. Luscious curves and not a single ounce overweight. Flawless. But her face didn’t meet with her perfect body, it was in a state of pure shock and fear. Her widened brown eyes locking onto Zeke’s unholy black and grey ones. Her mouth opened to unleash an ear-splitting scream, but silenced before any sound could be heard. Zeke’s powerful fangs and mouth wrapped around her trembling throat. She looked down only to see Zeke’s blood soaked brown hair. Suddenly he bit down on her, ripping her throat out completely and allowing her head to roll onto the floor. He spat. Throwing the chunk of flesh onto the ground and smiling to reveal his blood stained teeth.

“Mommy?” The innocent voice came from a room nearby, it still had its light on but only dimly. A small and frail girl stepped out, rubbing her sleeping eyes and pulled against her chest was a brown teddy bear. A little worn but that just showed how loved it was. The girl came to a staggering halt as the head from her mother came rolling to her feet. She stared down with a blank expression, not knowing what to feel. Her eyes trailed along the path of blood to her body and upwards to meet with Zeke’s face. Her hands fell limp and the teddy was discarded on the floor. She turned sharply and ran back into the room to hide. Zeke cackled taking a few steps forward, blood and innards covered the floor as her mother’s body was crushed under foot. Zeke came to the doorway of the daughter’s room and looked downwards at the teddy bear, floating in a pool of blood. He frowned for a minute as if to think what he was doing was wrong. But the smile soon took over and he snickered to himself, bending down and picking up the dripping bear.

“Don’t worry little girl, I won’t hurt you,” Zeke said softly whilst taking slow steps into the room. The girl had hidden herself inside the wardrobe, she was shaking and tears ran down her pale face. She saw Zeke come into view from the gap between the two doors and her eyes shut tightly. A small whimper escaped her mouth through silent sobs. “Don’t you want to play?” Zeke’s fake caring tone came again, but it was obvious to detect the dripping evil intent from it. His eyes locked onto the wardrobe, taking another few small and slow steps towards it. The dripping bear of the girl held tightly in one hand, a shining murderous knife in the other. Her eyes snapped opened, looking straight into Zeke’s cold dead and murderous ones. She gulped and prayed to God under her breath to be saved. Suddenly a burst of glass sprayed across the room and another figure was brought into the fray, now pinning Zeke down with a spear. “Angel,” Zeke spat at the male figure straggling him, his eyes narrowing to meet the Angel’s bright yellow ones. “Vampire.” the Angel said calmly in return as if to greet Zeke.

The spear was going right through Zeke’s shoulder, blood was already beginning to pour from it, a puddle accumulating on the floor below. Zeke smirked at the calm Angel’s response, staring fearlessly back at the holy creature. Suddenly a cold dead chuckle emitted from Zeke before manifesting into a roaring fit of laughter. The Angel cocked his head to the side only slightly but kept his eyes on the psychotic beast below, one hand firmly on the weapon, the other holding Zeke’s arm down with his own weapon in. “Saviour of God,” Zeke snickered, halting his psychotic laughter for a minute. “You’re just as insane as me, only pawns in a game much larger than life itself.” he paused for a moment, lifting his head up towards the Angel. “But we like it don’t we? We enjoy every waking minute of it. Because we are both…monsters.” Zeke threw his head back in a another roar of laughter, breaking free from the Angel’s hold and rolling him off so Zeke was now on top of him. He knelt down on the Angel’s chest, placing both hands on the lodged spear and pulling it out slowly. He cringed and bit down on his lip as it was being pried out, but a sudden gasp of hair and a relieved sigh replaced that when it had finally came out.

Zeke turned to face the wardrobe and closed one eye, positioning the spear like an arrow. He jolted it forward a few times before letting go. It flew through the air and struck straight through the wooden wardrobe, going in one end and the tip appearing through the other. The Angel’s eyes shut and his head turned away, seeing blood seeping out through the bottom of the wardrobe. Zeke smiled at his reaction then stood up, walking over to the wardrobe. He stood there for a few moments, looking up and down at the blood seeping through the cracks then at the spear and how it had been so perfectly executed, stabbing through the furniture like butter. Suddenly he flung open the door to reveal that the spear had gone straight through the young girl’s neck, her face frozen with a look of pure fear and surprise. It made Zeke smile more, it was almost like a picture. A perfect painting. He would have to submit something similar at the next Art Exhibition at university.

He hadn’t noticed the Angel creeping up behind him, raising a lamp above his head and brining it down upon the unsuspecting Zeke. It caused Zeke to stumble forward into the body of the girl. The spear was taken out in one swift motion, allowing the girl’s body to fall limp on top of Zeke. As Zeke spun around he was faced with the Angel’s fist, connecting to his face and he was thrown to the back of the wardrobe, denting it and his head crashing through the flimsy backboard, only to meet with the solid wall. “Damn Angel,” Zeke muttered to himself, lifting his head forward. Blood now dripped from his head and nose, between his eyes until it met with Zeke’s parched lips. He licked the blood around it and savoured the coppery taste of his own hellish blood. It actually tasted a lot worse than human blood. Although it was worth a try at least. Zeke grabbed the body of the girl and threw it forward onto the Angel. He stumbled back into the adjacent wall, giving Zeke enough time to get back onto his feet and search around for his dagger. Managing to find it amongst the broken bits of wood he picked it up and turned to face the Angel.

Unfortunately he was met with the Angel’s weapon, plunging through his other shoulder. Zeke growled from the pain, biting down on his lip and drawing blood. He swung at the Angel but before a hit could be landed he was pushed backwards as the Angel pushed against the weapon. The two were suddenly met with the cold night air as the window was smashed and they both fell onto the streets below. Luckily or possibly unluckily there was no one else around and Zeke was the first to meet with the hard concrete. A sickening crack was heard as his head connected with the floor, cracking his skull slightly. His arms and legs also cracked and possibly a few ribs too. Certainly some broken bones there. The Angel managed to land safely on his feet, now holding the bloody spear upright and staring down at the wounded Zeke. He raised his weapon once again and poised to strike the Vampire ending it all.

Out of the corner of his eye Zeke noticed a figure standing in the darkness of the alleyway, white hair blowing in the breeze, his fiery red orbs seemed to watch them but only for a second as he became a blur. The next thing Zeke saw was the appearance of the same figure behind the Angel, twising his shoulder backwards and getting him to kneel on the floor in pain. "Two against one? You filth have no honor!" The Angel screamed out into the face of the other. Ironic really, since it was only a few days ago Zeke had been faced with two Angels. No honor... Zeke chuckled out loud, looking up at the stars in the sky for a moment in thought. It was obvious the other figure was a Vampire, the darkness surrounded his aura, engulfing his very soul. There was no mistaking it, he was a Vampire. But why on earth was he helping someone like Zeke? Just a regular, new Vampire. Heck he didn't even have a proper weapon. Not that Zeke complained, his dagger allowed him to create art. "Honor's overrated if it gets you killed." This time the words came from the Vampire. Cold and dead, emotionless in a way but filled with malicious intent and pure evil dripping from every syllable. But why? Zeke wondered once again. He couldn't help but smile up at the sky.

The smell of burning filled the air, shortly followed by piercing scream emitting from the Angel. Of course it wouldn't be from that Vampire. Zeke laughed out loud over the screaming of the pitiful Angel. But he didn't feel sorry for the creature, Zeke wanted nothing more than the wingless savior to burn in the very flames of hell. Zeke wanted to watch now, watch as the Angel ran away in search for water or some form of salvation. His eyes locked onto, not the Angel, but the Vampire, who calmly proceeded towards Zeke. Their eyes locked, Zeke's dull grey ones meeting with Alec's fiery orbs. It was like looking into the very depths of hell itself. None said a word and just stared into each other's eyes. A smirk crawled across the demon's face and a hand was extended forward. Zeke broke eye contact to look at the hand, the Vampire's skin was a dull grey colour, all life completely drained from it. As if the creature was a walking corpse. A smile appeared on Zeke's own face as he connected his hand with Alec's and helped himself up.

He nodded to Alec for a moment, holding up his index finger to silence any more speaking. "There's just something I need to do," he turned away from Alec and bent down, picking up the very spear which had caused him a few deep wounds. Like a javlin he held it in his hands, pointing it up towards the sky, his eyes fixated on the fleeing, burning Angel. One of his feet stepped back and the spear was positioned, his free hand raised to line it up with the Angel. He ran forward a few steps, releasing the spear. It flew through the air and came down upon the Angel like rain, hitting him straight through the head and continuing its course downwards until it reached the floor. Zeke giggled as the Angel toppled over, his burning body now lying limp on the sidewalk. He then turned back to face Alec, his face taking on a serious expression and his hands clasping together. "Now I know you didn't save me for no reason," Zeke's eyes narrowed in a slight suspicion but also curiosity as a smile spread across his face. "So what is it you want?"

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“Zeruel. Listen... You aren’t a monster.” Kia's soft voice came, her head shaking furiously. Zeruel didn't look at her, he couldn't. He was too engulfed in the size of the puncture marks. I'm a monster...a true monster... he thought to himself, continuing his blank stare and silent state. He merely blinked when Kia took his hand, it hurt, but at the same time it didn't. It should have hurt but Zeruel seemed incapable of showing any pain. He slowly looked to her, his blank and lifeless eyes stared into her green orbs. “Come on don’t dwell on it.” She sighed and brought him into a hug, though Zeruel just continued to stare forward, not able to feel the warmth of her was the worst part about it. Though her shivers were easy to detect and his arms raised to return the hug. “Imma say it now. While you still have some form of speech left.” She pulled away slightly to look into his eyes, seemingly getting lost in them for they were just blue pools, no where remained anymore. “Zeruel, I will always love and remember you and just incase I’m not there for you when die. I hope you have a nice after life.” He blinked once again and raised his other hand to brush some loose strands from her face. He wasn't scared of dying. He had gone through it before, even come back. But what he was scared of was what would happen when he actually died this time. Not of a natural cause and when would he? When would he know when it was going to happen? Would God get another Angel to kill him? What would actually happen...“Come on whats the worse that could happen?”

Zeruel smiled with her, and brought her again into a tight hug, he was going to cry but all that came out were sobs. No tears. “Zeruel.” He loved her soft voice, the fact that she cared even when he couldn't seem to show that he did. Of course he did, he just wanted her to be happy and to live on. He felt her try and pull her hand away but the blood had seemed to dry them together, so she gave up and just clasped it tighter. He returned the gesture and squeezed her hand, showing her that he did have strength left. "Kia," he whispered to her, "Promise me that when i'm gone you'll live on," he took a few short gasps of air as if he was crying once again. "Promise me!" he clung to her more and said the words in desperation.

Zeke kept his eyes locked onto those fiery orbs which belonged to Alec, another aura was coming near now, it caused Zeke to tense only slightly, wondering whether or not it was another Angel. Not that Angels would be a problem, not with two Vampires around. Especially the way in which the other one handled the last Angel. That pathetic wingless creature, burnt to death in flames from hell on earth, of course they could send it to hell to make it suffer more. But now wasn't really the time to go and draw the symbol in the creature's blood. "Ohhhh, Aaaleec," it was a female voice, chanting a name, which Zeke guessed it belonged to the other Vampire. He thought this because she seemed to know him as she turned he corner. "Huh. General party admission?" the female, most likely a Vampire joked, placing a cigarette between her lips. Zeke watched her for a moment before his attention returning to Alec, who didn't seem to even really acknowledge the girl.

“Of course not.” The other Vampire, Alec said in simple answer to the first of Zeke’s questions. “Saving you was not a matter of what I wanted, but of something I need.” Zeke was slightly confused at the Vampire's words, but he would have to wait to ask questions as he turned to face the female. “And I cannot ask anything from you, your fate is uncertain. I don’t think you will be there when the time comes.” This made Zeke even more confused, by the way the Vampire said it, it sounded like something rather important was going to happen. Alec turned back to face Zeke, “My name is not important, my young Brother. But my purpose is. Like you, I am a tool to our dread Father, an instrument of His will. A particularly effective tool. Countless souls have been sent to Him bearing my mark.” Zeke was scanning the words to find any hint of the Vampire being arrogant or pride. However he found none. The Vampire was serious about it all and his voice showed that he was not lying, nor did he really care.

“As with all things though, I will meet my end.” He paused, Zeke had the moment to think for a minute about what the Vampire was going on about. The end of him, but what had that got to do with Zeke? “But Father wants me to come back to him. There will be no solace in my end,” Zeke managed to realize what Alec wanted him to do, send him back to hell when he died. “Hell, is where I shall return. You are to make it so, child.” Alec said definitively, Zeke didn't really react to being called Child, despite the fact he wasn't that young, becoming an adult. He was a child compared to Alec, not in human years but in Vampire years and skills too. “You will follow me from this night on,” Zeke smiled faintly, to him the whole thing sounded rather exciting, the fact he had been chosen by Father to complete this mission. He wouldn't fail it. “You will remain hidden, from the eyes of our enemies, as well as mine. And when I fall,” The other Vampire smiled finally, his eyes seemingly evoking a fire inside of them. “You will ensure that my blood be made into the fashion of our Father’s mark, and you will send me to the place where my soul rightly belongs.”

Zeke's smile grew as he noticed the excitement the other Vampire showed. Of course he was a little annoyed at the fact he had to stay out of sight, it would mean that whatever was going to happen, he wouldn't get to be a part of it. But he wouldn't fail the mission. “Should you fail, child, our Father will strike you down, and you will descend into the pits from whence our kind comes, and you will burn.” Alec’s face had become serious again, his words confirming Zeke's theory of what was to happen if he failed. “Are we clear, child?” Zeke nodded to him, even in the darkness his agreement was clearly shown and his smile only proved that, “Good, then follow me, and after this night, stay out of all sight, including mine.” Zeke nodded once again, taking a few steps towards Alec as he began walking away. He had halted near the female Vampire, Zeke also halted, stopping a fair distance away from them both. Alec gave her a single fast look before speaking, “If you survive, I may never see you again. In which case, goodbye.” Alec said without a hint of emotion, regret, or hesitation. It confused Zeke only slightly, if they were mates when why did he not show any feeling for her. But emotions just made Vampires weak. “If you do not, then I will see you in Hell.”

Alec didn't wait for an answer from the female before continuing off, Zeke following close behind him. They began walking down the streets, the sirens blaring out from behind them. The streets looked familiar to Zeke, New York was a huge city, but this particular part Zeke knew all to well. As they walked, Zeke could feel two rather strong auras, not strong with strength, but rather, with emotions. Angels most likely. Suddenly it dawned on Zeke who it was, Kia and Zeruel, they were in the apartment, his apartment. It was obvious that Alec wanted to check them out, the strength of them was not to be ignored. Zeke actually wondered what was going on with Kia and Zeruel, if it was those two. There was also the option of Kouta. Him and Kia...no, the emotions were far too strong for their relationship. It had to be Zeruel and Kia. Him and Alec came to the apartment block before heading up the stairs and coming to Zeke's door. 29 was his apartment number, on the third floor too. Only one floor was above them. Zeke was about to protest to Alec about coming here when he opened the door, revealing Zeruel lying on the floor with Kia crouching over him. She had her back to both Alec and Zeke and Zeruel didn't look in any state to speak out.

He looked so much different, the pure blue eyes were like endless pools. The blue markings covering his body in every inch possible, Zeke even noticed the four fangs protruding from his mouth. A sorry sight indeed to see Zeke's old friend like this, he almost couldn't bare to watch, still having slight feelings for the enemy Angel. But he was an enemy and Zeke had to remember that, him showing up with Alec said everything Zeruel needed to know. At least he didn't have to find out the hard way. About Zeke being a Vampire that is. Zeruel's eyes widened at the sight of seeing Alec, the same Vampire who he had fought before and standing next to him...Zeke. Finally Zeruel counted the auras around him, one, Kia, two, the Vampire, three...what was three? It then dawned on Zeruel, the third aura belonged to Zeke. He wasn't an Angel, no Angel would be near that white-haired demon. Zeke was a Vampire...

Zeruel looked to Kia, opening his mouth as if to warn her, but nothing came out. The heat from the sun began to sweep away the cold night as the dawn came upon the world, with it bringing hope. But no hope for Zeruel. The marks on his skin began to vanish, but in their places were wounds, corresponding with the pattern from before. Blood began to pour out of the helpless Zeruel, even around his eyes it bled, making it look like he was crying bloody tears. Which he probably was, unable to fight against his fate and spend more time to with Kia. He felt betrayed more than anything, sure he would miss Kia so much so, but Zeke his only friend he ever had was a Vampire and was hanging around with the same demon Zeruel blamed for the seal on his fate. If only he was able to kill him that night, then Zeruel wouldn't be suffering right now. He would still be able to be with Kia, maybe even be with Zeke as a human. It wouldn't surprise him if Alec was the one who turned Zeke into the very creature he was.

So much blood, it looked like a work of art in a sense, creating the illusion of tattoos over Zeruel's body. However the pool of blood he was lying in told a different story. It just wouldn't stop. But that wasn't what would kill Zeruel. It was the sun. Through the window the sun had now risen enough, a shard of light crawling through it and landing on Zeruel. "Goodbye Kia," Zeruel took her hand and smiled to her. Managing to whisper softly to her beautiful face, taking in every detail of it, she was most likely crying but Zeruel couldn't wipe away her tears. He would only cause her to cry more, but there was nothing he could do about it. Within a few seconds of the light being on him, the bleeding stopped, drying the marks onto his skin into a crimson red. It almost seemed like it was all over, but moments later he turned to dust, falling to a pile on the floor. The window suddenly swung open and the dust was carried out on the morning breeze. On God's hand. Even the blood which had formed under him had disappeared. Zeruel disappearing without a single trace.

Zeke looked away for a moment then looked towards Alec, in a way to get him to leave. It was Zeke's apartment after all. "Think you can just drop me off?
I'm trying to help you. That bitch....Well we both will fight her eventually. Why not together? Better odds..." the voice of the female Vampire came again and Zeke sighed irritably, closing the door to his apartment so Kia wouldn't hear them. Zeke's eyes had changed to normal now as with the sunrise, however the glared towards the female Vampire, standing firmly on the spot next to Alec at the top of the stairs. "I think you both need to leave now," he mumbled, loud enough and almost confident enough to scare them. Not that it would, of course it wouldn't, but it would certainly put off a human.