"Call her off!" Luke screeched. "Call her off, please!" Raphael gazed down upon his lady – she was feasting upon the young girl who she had found, her vampiric urges having taken over. 'Calling her off' was a useless thing, and besides, he was simply the lady's butler.
"It is not in my place to call her off," Raphael said, his voice monotonous, his eyes showing no sign of any emotion. Luke grabbed the vicious vampire, but she spun round and bit Luke's wrist with her fangs. He yelped and flailed helplessly as Raphael pulled him back and away.
Luke went limp. There was no use in fighting anymore. Even if he attacked the berserk vampire, the victim was probably already dead or dying. He could do nothing. The vampire stood up, wiping the blood from her chin. She walked over to Raphael and beckoned to him.
"Let's go," she said coolly. Luke grabbed Raphael's sleeve, tightly, and frantically said to the cold and unforgiving butler:
"Are you really gonna let this monster continue?!" Raphael broke away swiftly and hurried after his vampire mistress, not letting Luke's words get to him. Raphael knew that was his mistress was doing wasn't right, but really...
Luke was quite ready outside the hospital, waiting. He knew that tonight, Raphael would not be safe from an accident. Well, it was an educated estimate, but... He was pretty sure. Sure as sure could be.
And, an hour or so later, Raphael appeared in the car park, a small and extremely bloody bandage around his neck. He walked absent-mindedly, as if he knew the hospital well. Luke trailed Raphael, and hid behind a newspaper until Raphael got seen. Luke followed him again, and Raphael gave him an ugly glare as Luke claimed to be a friend of Raphael's.
The doctor removed the bandage, revealing a horrific, bleeding bite wound. What really creeped out Luke was the scars – Raphael's neck was covered with scars, all bite marks with the occasional slash. The doctor seemed to know Raphael well, and stitched up the wound with no complaint.
Luke walked alongside Raphael as the older man made his way home, but Raphael spoke not a word in response to Luke's terse questioning. The vampire lady was waiting outside a building and Raphael approached her, following her inside. The door was slammed and locked and Luke found himself unable to summon any wit to pick the lock.
Hershel Layton had been trying for almost ten years to up Gabriel, but finally, Gabriel was acting in retort. Layton's secretary had been brutally murdered by the infamous vampire Lyanna, and Luke had been able to do nothing against her formidable strength. Lyanna had meant to deliver a warning straight to Layton, but had ended up delivering a far greater one.
His archrival had arrived in person, flanked by his vampire, her butler and a very broad, tall woman and a shorter man who seemed to mean something to her from the way she was standing in front of him. Gabriel had been known for his beauty, but pictures meant nothing. He really was beautiful, and amazingly pure-looking, for how corrupt he was.
"I see you're trying to gain the upper hand on me," Gabriel said sharply. "That will not work. Please desist, lest I need to deliver any other... warnings. In the form of that boy. Luke, was it? Yes, he was foolish enough to hang around outside of my house even after we made it obvious we wanted him gone. And now we have him, and believe you me, Lyanna is no stranger to playing the cat to his mouse." Lyanna smirked, and Raphael shrunk back somewhat, which Layton's quick mind noticed immediately. And the great bandages around Raphael's neck spoke volumes.
"Also, if that wasn't enough... Raphael, go," Gabriel said, commanding Raphael with ease and amazing malice. Raphael walked over to the wall and pulled out a piece of chalk, then drew a large pentagram with seemingly runic symbols sketched around it. "Well, Layton? We'll curse you and we'll kill Luke. Do you need anything else?"
Luke sighed, shifting against his restraints. The night had finally shifted, and Lyanna had finally stopped inflicting pain to Raphael. Luke didn't feel like sleeping, but there wasn't much else to do. As his eyes finally closed, he heard shuffling footsteps approaching. He opened his eyes.
Raphael was standing outside Luke's cell. He had obviously quickly snuck out from his room, as he was wearing only a pair of trousers. His chest was a horrible mess of scars and blood, and there was no bandage on his neck. He looked horribly ill.
Raphael said nothing, but neatly picked the lock of the cell with one of Lyanna's hairclips and undid one of the chains. Raphael glanced behind him and dashed off, leaving Luke to release himself. He whispered a short 'thank you' as he passed Raphael and Lyanna's room, then left silently.
As he scoured the paper the next day to see if Raphael had ended up getting the sack or something, he found nothing more than an article trying to say that Raphael and Lyanna were in an intimate relationship. Luke remembered hurrying past a group of journalists hounding Raphael once before, and what Raphael said stuck heavily in his mind:
"Intimate is such a gentle word, isn't it?"