YES I HAVE MY INSPIRATION BACK!!!!....well kinda…expect some drama and some weird and meaningless events taking place.

"Jake, what are doing in my room?" I asked trying to sound as cold as possible.

Jake sat still and stared up at me from the bed his eyes not leaving the picture. "Something changed you. You haven't been this bitchy in a while—"

"Oh well, being cooped up in a cell isn't much fun, Jake," I said softly but my tone was still deadly.

"Tia, you signed up for this type of thing. Besides its not the first time this happened to you or me. And who the hell was that pretty boy?"

I walked past him to find a towel. "Look I'm going to take a shower now."

Jake sighed and got up. His whole expression seemed to be stressed. Almost as if he was refraining from breaking lose an anger he had held for an eternity yet kept it from showing.

"Alright then," he whispered. "I'll be up in the training room early. If you need me that is…" with that he walked away a bit faster than needed. A shadow had shaded his facial features, so I couldn't tell what he was thinking anymore.

As he closed the door silently, I felt an emptiness I haven't felt in a while. We had broken up about three months ago, we were still friends and pretty good ones at that. Yet, he was still in a state of jealously over Raziel.

Raziel? I wondered. Now what am I going to do about him?

Several thoughts had entered my mind. There I had been missing him to an extent where tears had formed, which rarely happened, and now…well now the whole situation was based on something else.

The cold water hit my face and I felt that same sensation of being stalked. Reaching out through the thin curtain I placed my finger tips on my throwing knife.

"Come out," I hissed in the air. The air around me grew colder and I shivered slightly, but refrained from continuing. There were no windows in the whole base, the vents were all that let air in and out and in case of emergencies even those would close up and the oxygen masks would be used.

I turned the water off so I could listen. Only the slow drips of the water falling from my hair were all I could hear. I turned back to resume my shower.

I must be paranoid, I thought.

"Raziel, that is the cruelest looking blade I have ever laid my eyes on, man!" said a tall teenager. His name was Harold and he had just recently joined the crusade of our little band of jolly good murderers.

Raziel had summoned his Reaver. The dark purple gave a deadly light. It felt far stronger than the last time…judging from this distance that is.

They stopped short as I walked up to them. Like a panther awaiting his prey, Raziel leered. The smile he gave me sent shivers down my spine. How those lips hide the deadly fangs. The powerful jaws of doom, I thought with a snicker.

"Ready are we?" a voice floated down.

"Yes, commander," Harold replied moving away from the presence of Raziel and me.

As the group prepared their check of supplies, I stood calmly waiting for him to speak.

He never spoke. The silent glance he had given me was the only acknowledgment I had gotten. The raven black hair had shaded Raziel's features and gave him an exotic gothic handsomeness. I had been glaring at the ceiling and hadn't noticed him arch his eyebrows at me.

I looked at him as an answer to his silent question.

This silent conversation was being monitored by Nathaniel. His stealthy eyes had been following our quick glances and slight looks.

He gave me a nod as I faced him. Nathaniel knew. I know he knows that I know, I thought trying to make myself forget the fact that life here was far different than the void I use to escape to my own world. A world, where reality was left behind and pain was never felt and life was cherished, for only me.

"Van's ready, boss," the driver of the van yelled through the intercom.

"You heard him. Move out!" Nathaniel said in a commanding voice. "Tia, I put you in charge of this."

I nodded noticing a glare from Harold. Damn sexists, I thought bitterly.

The car shook under the weight of the four men as we boarded the vehicle. Most of the men were already helmeted and their were no name tags, yet I still looked as if there were.

Jeez, Tia, I thought. We aren't the freaking army or anything!

Raziel looked quite different in a black outfit other than leather. With his chest covered he seemed quite odd. In fact he looked a bit human. His eyes, on the other hand, were sharp and deadly and signified his immortality very clearly. As if reading my mind, he turned to stare back at me as I realized I had been staring at his eyes. They were golden to blue then blue to golden. He had turned them white once while fighting with Kain. Something inside me hit me.

Why am I thinking about him so much? I thought. Its not as if I love him...is it?

The vehicle slowed and the men got out to check the area as the driver said something about "we're being followed".

"Commander?" asked Harold.

I nodded. "Search the area. Kill any hostiles Remain undercover, you know the drill!" I shouted. My voice hurt. In fact my throat was rather dry.

I reached for my water flask and quickly took a drink. Raziel and I had remained inside the convoy to make some routes to where we were heading.

"This is an intersection to take us past the communism of the local villages," I said businesslike. "We have to reroute our location past this point and unto the other route."

Raziel nodded. "So the direction would still be south?"

"Yes," I replied making eye contact.

We stared until I comprehended that he was about an inch away from my face.

He turned to lower his lips to mine. His eyes half closed watching my reaction. I leaned closer to accept. Our lips touched briefly.

"This is wrong," I said pulling away. Facing away I turned my attention to the map. We have to search for Theresa! I thought. We can't be here making out! Plus I don't like him! I don't!

"What is it, Tia?" he asked in a tone that signified how arrogant he was. "You don't prefer gentle?"

I gulped. "I don't know what you're on about?" my voice quivered slightly, the atmosphere was getting cooler.

He leaned closer and grabbed my arm to draw me near him.

All the years of martial arts died there, my strength left as he bit my neck and drew the first line of blood.

"Get off!" I groaned trying to push his arms off me. His strength was more than twice of mine and struggling was near useless.

I felt faint. My blood was leaving me. He was taking my blood. My precious blood…

"Tia?" raziel's voice entered. "Tia!"

I was cradled in his arms. Outside, explosions were set off. Everything was happening so fast. I heard my heart thud in my head. I felt myself being lifted.

"Tia, I never meant for this to happen," a voice softly floated down. "The thirst took over me. I could not contain myself."

"You…attacked…me?" I choked.

Breathing became harder for me. The smoke made it worse.

Smoke? I wondered. The convoy is on fire?

I couldn't think any more the air around me was swift. I was being carried through the air.

Last thing I remembered was seeing the leathery wings of Raziel being hit by something and then freefalling into the ground below.

*Wipes forehead* all done. Not much really but still I had to write SOMETHING! Well isn't this great I bet you guys are lost? Yeah so am I!