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Chapter 7

The purple haired woman nodded her head, as she heard the rambles of her agents. Her brain ran through possible scenarios of why another paranormal creature would want her agent. Nothing came to her mind, except for the blood. For the life of her she couldn't figure why that would attract anything other than vampires. Sighing, she tore herself out her of thoughts, ready to question the agents. Raising a hand, she commanded for silence. "Did Martin ever tell anyone why the kitsunes' wanted him?" M.O.M. scanned her agents faces.

Diana rocked back and forth slowly, recalling a weird conversation the day after. Opening her mouth, she wondered if she should say anything or not. Looking at Java, Marvin, M.O.M. and Billy she knew her answer. All the worried faces, could have something to grasp, and maybe make the situation look brighter. "I have something."

All heads swiveled over to her. M.O.M. was about to say something, but was interrupted by the last person she would ever thought to speak out against her about Martin. "What?" Marvin's normally arrogant, higher then life attitude had disappeared, leaving the outline of a scared agent, fearing for a fellow partner's life. It peaked the woman's interest, making her wonder if the decision she had made was for the best.

Diana swallowed, evening her breath out. It would do her no good to freak out now. Not when she was needed. "About a day after the case was closed he came to me…" She trailed off getting lost in her memories.

"Diana?" Martin looked down at his hand, more interested in his thumbs then facing the person. A look of confusion and worry on his face, his voice reinforcing those feelings.

Diana looked up from her book, surprised that her half-brother would even dare venture into the library if no girls were inside. Placing the object page down on the wooden table, she placed a hand on the chair next to her, pulling it out. "Yeah." Motioning with her hand, she watched as the blonde sat beside her.

Martin leaned against the back of the wood, his head on the top. Looking at the ceiling, he decided how to word his feelings and thoughts into something he could express. "I just wanted to talk about the kidnapping."

Diana snapped out of her zoned out state, putting her full attention on him. She knew how hard it was to be kidnapped by a weird alien creature, having gone through it herself more than once. Placing her hands on the table, she folded them, resisting the urge to place them on the other's shoulder, unsure of how he would react. "What about it?" Her voice was soft, concern edging it's way in on it's own accord.

"It's just well… Something that the woman said…" Martin averted his pools, landing them on the nearest bookcase, as a diversion.

"What?" The brunette urged.

"She said that I smelt weird as if that one time I was turned I was forever tainted…" Trailing off the blonde quickly rose, rushing out of the library.

"That's what he said?" Marvin looked at the female agent confused. That wasn't anything important.

M.O.M. thought otherwise. Racking her memory for anything that would react to that she couldn't think of anything. "Smelt weird?" She had known about some of the long term affects of having been turned, but that was not one of them. She just hoped whatever had captured him this time would not try and change him.

Diana shrugged. She didn't know anything else, because Martin would not give up any more information on the subject. Looking down at her feet, she shifted her weight once again, afraid the others wouldn't like her advice after all.

"I think your best bet is to look for clues." M.O.M. spoke, settling back in her chair the best she could. With one of her best agents gone again, she didn't know what to think.

Nodding the three agents stepped through the portal provided for them, ready to take their search to the streets.
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Martin looked around the room, wondering if he had entered the dungeons. Chains hung from the walls inside little cells surrounded by iron. Walking forward into the room further he could see what looked like a table, with some very sharp instruments on the table. Shuddering he tried not to let his imagination run wild. So lost in his thoughts that he never noticed the man sneaking up behind him.

Raphael looked at the boy he had abducted, admiring the work he had done in the house. Though he didn't manage to clean it all. Grinning he walked forward, knowing that he would eat good tonight. The thought of killing the blonde crossed his mind, but was quickly crossed off. There was something about the boy that made him want to feed off of him for as long as he could. He supposed it was the blood.

Walking forward, he was careful not to alert the boy before him. Successful, he extended his arm, snaking it around the lithe waist, pulling the boy flush against his body. Placing his lips against the other's ear, he whispered, "you didn't clean everything."

Martin shivered at the voice. Looking back as far as he could, he could feel the icy breaths of the other beat against his skin with each exhale. Afraid of what would happen, he didn't trust himself to speak.

Keeping his grip on the other, he stood back a few steps. "I get to feed off of you." Raphael grinned in anticipation, feeling giddy inside. Extending his fangs, he watched the pulse beneath the boy's neck transfixed. Breaking his of the trance, he bent forward, biting down.

Martin winced as the familiar pain overcame him. Closing his pools, he tried to block out the sensation, and lapping sounds.


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