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[h2][b]Micah[/b][/h2]
[right][h2][b]September 8th
11:48pm[/b][/h2][/right]

There was no surprise awaiting Micah as he made his way after what was supposed to be his dinner. The boy's scent was easy enough to track. He couldn't help but feel responsibility for him. After all, it was his fault he was in this predicament. He owed it to him to save his life.

Most new-born vampires are ravenous for blood and run through the streets wildly, killing whoever despite the morals they had not too long before. Their emotions and their senses are heightened to an unbelievable amount for the first few days before finally settling down.  Even with the torrential downpour, Micah was able to see the street before him clearly as silhouettes ran all over the place. There was definitely more than one clan about tonight and many bodies would be left in the morning. Contrary to one might believe, there was not a scream to be heard. Vampires usually put their prey in a dazed trance before killing them. 

Micah rounded a corner sharply as a female voice reached his ears.
"I'll rip your throat out regardless of who you are. I don't give a damn. I won't let you hurt this boy."

He stayed in the shadows as the scene continued to play out. There was a girl that reminded Micah of a little pixie with her short red hair.  She was quite beautiful actually. It was easy to tell she was not a weak vampire but he was not so sure she could stand up to numerous vampires. She was standing in front of his previous prey: Zane Daddario. He was nineteen and went to Riverbury University. He had learned this after examining Zane's wallet on the night he had killed him. The woman she was yelling at was not a super old vampire but she was clearly stronger than the lot of them. 

Instead of replying to the girl, the woman had started to cackle like a witch. Others began to emerge, climbing down the roofs of buildings and from the area behind the woman. There was more than ten and they were all quickly closing in on the couple. He watched Zane clutch the pixie girl to his body as if that would protect her.  He shook his head with a sigh. How very lucky these two were that he was here or else they'd both be getting a visit from the grim reaper himself.  Quite casually, he made his way in front of the two and raised his hand. "Micah Darling here. "He greeted them with a smile. His blue eyes set upon the dead body on the ground. "I thought we were all clear that your clan couldn't hunt in my territory." Micah had recognized the woman's scent now. She was a past offender, always going into areas and mass-killing, leaving bodies everywhere for the humans to ponder over. It was quite sloppy in Micah's opinion.

"Micah Darling,"She mimicked, glaring at him with bright red eyes. "What the fuck are you going do about if we do? We can hunt wherever we want."

"I can do a lot of things and you know very well you can't lay a hand on me without problems from the Queen herself."Micah said and smiled again, "I am very sorry, [i]Henrietta[/i], but I am going to have to ask you to leave."

The woman glared at him, baring her fangs in reply. The clan began to move in on them. A small girl, no older than 13,  dropped down from the roof behind them and did a small flip over Micah in front of him. A few other young people began hopping from other roofs of buildings, 2 young women dressed in maid outfits, a few men, and a couple of young teens. "Must I ask again?"Micah asked politely. "It would be a shame to kill your entire clan."

"Attack!"She yelled in reply and her people ran at them only to be slaughtered so fast it was probably impossible for a human to make it out. The small thirteen year old was a vicious little thing, ripping limbs off in a few seconds. Micah watched, pleased with his work. They all returned to Micah's side when the floor had become a mess of red puddles and unmoving bodies. The rain had become a gentle drizzle now, leaving the air in silence. "Now, Henreitta,"Micah said gently, "Was that really necessary?" He tsked, feigning sympathy. The woman was staring with horror and fury. 

"Now a lesson if I may."Micah moved forward, "Caroline, the gasoline please." One of the maids moved forward with a can and began covering the bodies in gasoline, keeping a coherent river so that only one match would be needed. He lit a match and tossed onto a body, which quickly blew up into raging flames that crawled onto the other bodies with increasing speed. "This is how you clean up a mess." He watched the bodies burn for a moment and turned to Zane and his girlfriend. He had drawn her even closer if possible and was trembling with terror. 

"I am dreadfully sorry for this mess. Clearly there are a lot of vampires out of line lately."Micah explained. "I am going to have to take you two back to my home for the night. There are other clans out tonight and it is quite unsafe for a newborn such as Zane." Zane stared at him with wide, dilated eyes. He was silent then he said reluctantly, "Will there be something I can eat?"

Micah looked at him in amusement as Zane was continued, "I don't know what's wrong with me. The only thing that smelled good to me was some dead body and I couldn't-" Micah decided to cut him off right there, stating, "Zane you know very well what happened to you. It's not wrong, however. I will feed you and explain everything, please follow right this way... And everyone, thank you for your aid tonight. You were all marvelous."

"No problem, sir!" "Of course!" "Anything for you!"
Micah loved his family so much. Of course, most of them were not his blood-related family. The only ones here that he knew since young were the two maids who had perished with him that he had managed to revive into vampires. The others were rescues, which were much like Zane. 

However, Micah had never saved someone he had originally intended to use as food. He began moving back towards his home, entrusting the others to make sure Zane and the girl followed along.

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[h2][b]Angel[/b][/h2]
[right][h2][b]September 9th
7:42am[/b][/h2][/right]

The girl with the dark red hair stood with a bandaged hand pressed against the cheap, full length mirror that leaned wobbly up against the wall of her bedroom.  Her hair was a tangled mess that was as dark and red as blood, tickling just under her breasts. A mirror image of the girl had her hand pressed against hers too, both pairs of vivid blue eyes critically roaming from one feature of her body to the next. The blinds over the nearby window created a striped pattern of brilliant morning light against her pale, freckled face. It was the only illumination in the room. If Angel were to side-step, she'd be cast in darkness. She could thank Evan for that. He had yet to pay the electricity bill. Nonetheless, the warm glow of light was comforting this cool September morning. She ran her trembling fingers over the  dark purple splashes over her abdomen, her gaze fixated on the reflection.  

Sometimes, the last few years felt like a dream to Angel. She always felt like one morning she was going to wake up and see a small, pale child looking back at her with her messy red mane falling over her premature body.  However, she would never see that child again. Instead, the girl looking back at her was almost done blossoming into a young woman. She had cut her hair often since then. It was reaching longer lengths again this year, reaching past her chest.  Her face had matured and lost some of its innocence, her eyes reflecting the pain of her past to those who looked close enough. She ran her hands over her breasts and then over her hips as if they were something new. She really would be a full-fledged adult soon. 

Angel sure did not feel like one. She had lived with very minimal adult guidance and absolutely no schooling since around 11 or 12 years old. She knew nothing outside of how to torture and kill other beings. Hell, Angel couldn't even cook a proper grilled cheese. How was she supposed to be considered an adult? She knew that with adulthood came less flexibility and less forgiveness. Being an adult meant you had to have all your shit together all the time or else you'd fall behind in the routine of life.  

In reality, she still felt like the scared, lost little girl that had been found in the woods. She was not sure she had ever really moved on from that point other than becoming numb and receiving a different purpose. But Angel knew she wasn't a little girl. The obnoxious aching under the purple bruises over her abdomen was a harsh reminder her of the person she was now. 

One could tell quite quickly that despite her lack of experience with much anything, she had seen things most adults don't even see. The shadow of her past would always loom over her, never letting her make her way into the light that everyone around her resided in. Smiling faces would pass her everywhere she went and she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to fall in step with other people again. Those people were loved and reminded that they were loved every day. She'd watch parents shower children with hugs and kisses when she passed the park without a care in the world. Couples would cuddle on benches, the girl often wrapped up in the boy's arms while she laid on his shoulder with a content smile, her eyes shut as she daydreamed of their wedding one day.

But they didn't know. They didn't know how evil love actually was.
The amount of pain that would wash over a person like a tidal wave, surrounding them in black, opaque water for what would feel like an eternity when suddenly the people they had loved so much were yanked away from their grasp. [i]Forever[/i]. Knowing in that moment that as the two of you stared into each other's eyes, it would be the last time. Had that girl in the park ever wondered what it would be like if the boy suddenly just ceased existing? Her guess was probably not. It seemed to Angel that most other people didn't have everything torn away from her like she did. Sometimes the unfairness of it all got to her and she just wanted to scream and cry like a spoiled child.

Then she would remember what she had promised herself and contain the emotions. Long ago, Angel had promised herself she would never fall for the trap of love again. She never wanted to feel the heavy pain of loss that would weigh her down to her bed for days ever again. She couldn't handle more faces in her nightmares. It was already crowded.

Being alone was easier and being in the army so far had made being alone easy. Submerging oneself into constant training did not require the aid of others. However, Evan still forced her to train under a young man named Nikolaus's guidance. Angel didn't like being with him but if she just did what she was told it never ended up being a long ordeal. It was nothing personal but she knew she had to be very careful to distant herself from him especially since he was probably the most beautiful person she had ever seen. It took a lot of self-control not to fall for him. 

He would often make an appearance in her dreams sometimes, giving her a commercial break to the nonstop horror that plagued her dreams. It was always the same, the two of them cuddling just the way she had seen the couples at the park. It didn't help that was he was so nice to her and when he fought, it was like watching a Greek God or something. It was hard not to admire the guy.

Nevertheless, Angel had been pretty good with distancing herself up to this point. She had very minimal human contact besides those training sessions and the few nights Evan actually lived in his own house. But now, she was going to an actual school. She swore she was gonna just walk up to Evan one day and give him a good kick in the shin for making her do this. She hadn't been to a school in years and now she was supposed to just show up and blend in? It was impossible. She had wandered from the mirror without much attention to what she was doing to her closet, where she searched endlessly for something to wear. If she wore something too nice, people might want to be her friend but then something too ugly would draw some sort of bully's attention and she'd end up in a fight then get in trouble with Evan for it. 

Finally, she settled on a black tank top and some plain jean shorts. The shirt was a bit tight and she wasn't sure if spaghetti straps were against the dress code, but she wasn't so sure she cared. Whoever said anything could go screw themselves. She shoved her feet in some sneakers, making her way out of her room into the dark bathroom. After freshening up and putting a bit of red lipstick on, she made her way out the door with a piece of toast in her mouth and light backpack slung over one shoulder.

It was a short walk up until the school and judging from the lack of people hanging around outside, she was probably late. With a tight grip on her backpack, she stared at the high school before her. "I can't believe I'm doing this."She said under her breath. It took her a few moments to build up enough motivation to make herself move forward but she did. She made her way up the stairs and opened the heavy wood door only to be shoved backward with enough force to make her fall down the stairs onto her back on the concrete. Renewed pain jolted up her back but she knew it hadn't been a hard enough push to really cause any extreme damage. With a groan, she settled her body up on her scraped, stinging palms and glared upward at the face of her attacker. It was the last person she ever expected to see again.