Disclaimer: I still own nothing. Just Jason, Sarah, Alex, and…well I don't really own the death dealer Daniel because death dealers are apart of underworld.

Authors Note: Teehee. If any of you don't know who Trix is, Trix is the lycan that's with Raze in the opening scene. Enjoy!

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Trix ran down the back alley was, fully transformed as he lifted the sewer drain and jumped in before any of the fallowing death dealers turned the corner.

Jason had eaten three hamburgers all on his own and now had downed three shots of the last bottle of liquor in his cabinet. It was now about five am and time for him to wonder over to Sarah's to take up his shift at the bakery…diner…thing. He giggled at the fact that he didn't know what the hell that place was. He wished he got paid to work there. But he was only doing it as a favor, plus, Sarah let him into her booz and the food, so he did score. Plus, he knew if he asked to be paid to work there she would do her best to pay him.

Muttering to himself, Jason grabbed his hoodie and threw it on over himself before heading to grab his keys and then walking towards the door, making sure it was locked as he shut it behind him. He herd some ruckus about three doors down from his and glanced at the door that that medic lived in. Michael? Yeah, that dude. Trying not to trip on his own feet, he made his way to elevator. He groaned as he leaned in to decide which button was down and what floor was one.

Floor one.

One

1.

Uno!
He laughed to himself as he pushed the button.

Jason stumbled out into the street, his flask hidden safely in his pocket with a mix of liquor and his favorite fruit juice, as he turned down one of the back alleys. Cant be caught drunk in public, he giggled to himself as the rain that seemed to always plague the city drenched him. Rain rain rain RAIN! Jason giggled again as he walked down the alley, pulling out his flask. Fuck it all and no-

Suddenly the ground disappeared from under him and he was falling, before he made a rough connection with stone.

Dirty, fility stone.

The lights went out.

"stuck in a manhole, stuck in a manhole. OH I GOT STUCK IN A MANHOLLLLLEEE!"

Raze glanced down the western tunnel, his brow creasing at the sound. Was someone singing…shouting? Glancing to his right he looked at Taylor to confirm the noise he was hearing and Taylor merely raised an eyebrow in the general direction of which the noise was coming from. Taking a deep breath, Raze turned down the west tunnel to see what the noise was about.

Jason had torn off some of his hoodie to tie around the wound on his hand and collar bone. At first his whole body had ached, but now that he was hanging upside down by his knees, sipping on his flask and chain smoking, the pain had subsided. There was some kind of center bar about a jump in the air at the top of the sewer tunnel that he had attached himself too. He had lost a good deal of blood, probably, and his continuous drinking and thinning of his blood probably wasn't helping, but he didn't care. As of now, he did not hurt. He'd smoked about half his pack of cigarettes in the last two hours he'd been awake, as well as tried to call Sarah seven times. Bitch must have a busy night because this was ridiculous. Damn building had better have burned down. Blinking and pausing in his insistent chanting, he put the flask to his lips again, giving it a sad look as he realized it had only a couple of drops left in it after this last swallow. Pushing the flask back into his pocket, he started swinging back and forth and continued chanting.

"STUCK IN A MANHOLE!"

Raze stood back in the shadow and darkness of the tunnel as he watched the mortal sing. He could smell he was mortal by the good deal of blood loss. He looked the boy over, had to be about…eighteen to twenty. White plain shirt, with now a blood stain the dripped down from his head, passed the collar of his shirt and stopping about his armpit. His hair was marred with it, his faded baggy blue jeans had stains at the knees, and he could see the flask and cigarette. No wonder the kid was chanting in a sewer drain. He must have fallen and gotten a bit of a concussion, alcohol and nicotine couldn't have helped it. He took another deep breath and realized something.

It was a human but it had a vampric scent all over it. His eyes squinted in the dark as he stared at him

Jason glanced around as he felt he was being watched. Tunnel, tunnel, floor, tunnel.

But in that tunnel, he saw a figure.

"YOU! YOU THERE! GOD DAMN IT I SEE YOU! I NEED HELLLPPP! THE FRUIT JUICE DRINKING CULT STARVED ME ALL NIGHT AND I'M BLEEDING! WITH…ALCOHMALHOL…STUFF…AND" Jason put his hands up to swing down from the bar and started stumbling toward the figure in the tunnel.

"I neeeeed doctor. I only ate fast food today, and I drink a lot…"

Jason passed out three feet away from Raze's figure.

Raze merely stared at him for a moment. He smelled bloods all over him. Was this human some how connected to the Ordoghaz coven? He didn't want to bite him…because he had already eaten, and he didn't want the alcohol that was flowing through his system. Lucian MIGHT be interested in the possibility, Kraven never being the most trustable person. If they could have a spy in the house…Raze rose an eyebrow as he stared at Jason and all the possibilities. But he was getting ahead of himself. He didn't even know if Jason had been in the house. Ah well, he could take him to Lucian and have him figure out what to do with him and see if he even really was around the house.