Darkness is something that exists between normality and insanity. Darkness binds real with make-believe and is obsolete in the materialistic world of today's society. The city lights rained down upon me as I stood in the streets of Helsinki. The midnight raids roared in the full red moon. The red moon led a vicious hunt through the city with Helsinki's Forsaken's hungered rage. I watched closely at the purple sky, daydreaming of stars, which never showed their faces over the downtown vicinity. My hands froze to my sides. My leather-clad body shivered underneath the amber city light and snow.
Hands grabbed me, pulling me out of the road just in time to see a Buick take out a telephone poll adjacent to where I stood. Zodd stared at me from over his shoulder. He'd always seemed to save me from my death, cheating Hell from my ways. Zodd was tall; six-foot-five; a whole foot taller than me. His white hair draped down along his chin, covering his patched, blue eye. The other seemed vibrant in the city lights. He placed his hand on the small of my back, along my spine, and led me across the street, into Anna-Palooza; a coffee shop ran by a charming transvestite named JoeKim. She smiled at me as we entered. I waved over my shoulder as I sat opposite Zodd in a fur-lined booth. "Nice night," I mumbled, my voice barely reaching the stiff air outside my mouth. Zodd could hear me. He could hear everything.
"Nice for hunting," he whispered back. I smirked at him, placing my hand on his open palm. Zodd acted on instinct, closing his hand around mine, small and fragile to his beastly hand.
I agreed silently as he stood up and left me, where I sat. The world felt cold. Not the cold that sent chills though my body, but ravaged and torn. Maybe it was the cup of coffee that didn't settle right on my stomach. I wasn't sure. Maybe it was the pressure I felt from being alone, even for the 5 minutes that had passed since Zodd took off into the world to do his bidding. Zodd was my best friend. And out of all the people we coincided with, I knew his deepest darkest secrets.; the secret that binds him and half of the walkers of night in this city. Immortality reigned over Helsinki like a bad nightmare.