AN: This is something I wrote probably back in 2007 or so. I finally found it again and reposted it here.
PROLOGUE
The sharp pounding of boots on asphalt broke the stillness of the alley. Damion's lungs screamed for respite, but none was coming. He had only been in town for less then four hours and already someone wanted to kill him. That was a first for Damion Prince. It usually took at least twelve hours before someone wanted him dead and that usually was Nyte. Running away, however, wasn't new for Damion however. After all, he was a child ruffian growing up on the hard streets of Hell's Kitchen. After one hundred and twenty years, he was still the two-bit hood.
Damion leap, catching the fence and hauling himself up and over it. He needed to ditch this guy and fast. The sun would soon rise and he would be up Shits Creek. Glancing left – garages. To his right were the barking guard dogs. "Great," Damion thought. He hated dogs. At least these mutts had the dignity to be dogs – threatening ones at that. Nyte's little yappers were overgrown furry rats. Making noise, trying to break and enter, losing precious time, or dogs – Damion took the dogs.
"Jesus Christ," Damion wheezed, favoring his leg. He hated dogs. But at least his body could take the bites. A mortal would not be dumb enough to attempt to outrun a pack of guard dogs. "But the towheaded vampire was," Damion thought to himself as he took deep breaths, willing his body to return to a calm state.
A footfall behind him made Damion wheel around. "Awww fuck…." Damion faced his pursuer. Proverbial rock and a hard place. The sky was turning pink. Damion, facing death on two counts, laughed softly as Nyte's favorite poem came to mind. "I'll tell you how the sun rose – a ribbon at a time…."