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Adrien
"W-Whoa, wait, are you talking about the vampire mafia?"he asked, though before he could get an answer the man collapsed. Suspecting that the guy was actually a vampire, Adrien didn't know if he should help him. He really could kill him.

The rain pouring down even harder, Adrien nearly jumped out of his skin when the doors of the large fortress opened. A male in a suit emmerged from the building and picked up the vampire like he was his bride. "Maybe I can sneak away now..."he muttered under his breath, taking a few steps back. As soon as he was about to turn around and run for his life, Adrien felt cold hands grab at his shoulders. Too prideful to scream but not strong enough to fight back against his captor's strength, before Adrien knew it, he too was carried into the Don Giordano's mobile fortress.

The room he was brought to was close to the entrance so Adrien did not see any of the interior clearly. Now that he was out of the rain he could feel his body shivering violently, especially since he had been walking in the rain with a vampire on his back for more than half an hour. Trying not to think about how tired and cold he felt, Adrien focused his attention on the three men near the couch. One was the guy he helped, one was acting violent, and the last did some sort of magic. He had heard of wizards and vampires existing, but until now Adrien never crossed paths with one.

Watching as the violent man slit his wrist and forced blood into the lips of the injured vampire, Adrien felt his stomach churn. He didn't mind blood, it was the cut that bothered him. He hated anything sharp or seeing something get sliced.

Vencentio
Not at all resisting Protettore when he wrapped his strong arms around him and carried him into the building, Ven could feel himself becoming weaker with each second passing. "Yes, the gunshot is...the only dangerous one."he mummbled, having a hard time speaking.

Before long, Valente appeared and Vencentio thought he was going delirious. His finger was swirling and for a second believed that something was wrong with his vision. But no, the wizard was just doing his usual theatrics, and Vencentio realized this when he felt the bullet pop out of his chest. "Thank you. You're a life saver, Valente."he thanked before sipping the blood from Protettore. The pain that linger slowly began to vanish, like when a child watched as their balloon drifted away into the sky. 

His friend's blood truly was powerful: whatever the Rioz did to make the bullet hurt a vampire was nulled by Protettore. Vencentio took a little more blood from Protettore than he wanted to, but on the bright side he felt better. 

"UUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

Before he could thank his best friend, a noise from the corner of the room caught the vampire's attention.

Ju-On
A basketball in her hand, the ghost stared at the beautiful man with golden hair. Yes, he was perfect! Making herself visible so he could see her, June slowly stepped towards him and even though there was no wind her white dress was swaying.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."she said, handing the basketball to the wizard. Translated her speech was, "YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL, LET'S GET MARRIED. SINCE I HAVE DON'T HAVE A RING TO PROPOSE WITH YET, HERE IS A BASKETBALL." but sadly, Ju-On could not express her feelings with words.

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