"I hate rain..." Black Django thought. the dark clouds and wind (along with the smoke coming off his body when the storm hit) were enough for him to duck into the Warehouse instead of staying outside and being fried by water. There had been a time when Django, abit younger, loved water. Splashing in puddles was a pretty good pastime when he wasn't training. But now...
The door creaked open and Django looked up to see Violet standing there, we raincoat, Nero cuddled in her arms, wearing a small rain hat. "Oh, hello Violet." Thankfully, Django's voice, unlike his body, had not changed but even still, when Violet saw him, he could clearly see her jump at his appearance. "Hi." She set Nero down and took off her rain coat. Nero approached him, who held out a unnaturally pale hand for him to sniff, where upon satisfied, the cat hopped into his lap with a purr and curled up. He scratched Nero behind the ears, wondering why the cat wasn't afraid of him and why he didn't feel any 'pull' like he was feeling with---
Django could have punched himself for thinking that. He would not hurt any of his friends or make them suffer the same fate, even if it meant--
"Um..." He looked over at Violet who was fidgeting with her hands. "Are you waiting for the rain to stop?" "Yeah." Django shifted his gaze to the roof. He could still hear the 'pitter-patter' going on outside. "I can't touch water or I'll be hurt." Violet continued to play with her hands before breaking into a big smile. "I can help!" Django watched her dig into the box with a hidden surprised expression on his face. "How...?" That thought didn't get far before she pulled out of the box...a long rain coat. He tilted his head slightly. "You said you can't touch water without getting hurt, right? With this, the water won't hurt you!"
Silently, Django carefully took Nero off his lap and stood up. He took the rain coat from Violet and pulled it on, receiving a bit of trouble with his new wings. Then to Violet's surprise, he reached down and hugged her. "Thank you." He said quietly. For a moment, thanks to a thoughtful gift from a little girl, in spite of becoming a Vampire with maybe no way of changing back, Django felt a lot happier. Violet hugged him back and waved as he left to find the next Immortal. She smiled to turned around to find Nero was gone again.
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