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A flash of light crosses over the sky and all of the men land on their feet flawlessly. The streets of Boston shine brightly below them as mortals return home from work. The night was young and the first screams of the evening could be heard. Baron smells the air with keen interest.
"So where do we start boss?" River asks while shrugging off his gear.
"We would cover more ground if we split into pairs. Everyone pick a partner than and let's get going. I absolutely detest the idea of the Demons getting to the prize first." Baron says with fierce bloodlust.
Everyone stands next to their usual killing partner. After so many centuries together, you grow accustom to each others killing patterns. Sterling was with Cardinal while Kane was with River. Kane was the only one with enough patience to not kill River because of his juvenile habits. Baron and Tristan made a lethal pair because of their sadistic hate for Demons.
"Sterling, you and Cardinal take east while River and Kane can handle west. Me and Tristan can take central. If you find nothing by five, return to Boston Plaza. We can rent out rooms there for the day." Baron instructs while preparing his weapons.
Everyone else nods in understanding and they split up on their designated areas. The air held a chill while the moon peeked over the clouds. The hunt had begun.
Rosemary runs a stressful hand through her hair while counting out the money from today's income. Her manager Michael and her co-worker Tiffany were the only three left counting. It became a Saturday ritual for the trio; drinking at the bar while going over tips and sales.
"Well someone liked you at table three today. They gave you a twenty percent tip." Tiffany says grinning at Rose.
"Urgh it was probably that man with the dyed mustache. He's married too and yet he stills thinks it's ok to hit on anything with breasts." Rose says with a disgruntled face.
"Oh come on Rose, when are you gonna cut a guy a break huh?" Tiffany whines. She had been constantly on Rose's case about being single.
"What you want me to commit adultery with a repulsive man like that?" Rose says in disbelief.
"I don't mean him per say, but you are so judgmental on every guy that steps in here."
"She's right about that." Michael says while sipping on his vodka.
"Oh you too Michael! Why is everyone picking on me today?" she says exasperated.
"It's out of love hun." Tiff says patting her hand in comfort.
Rose pulls her hand away in annoyance. "I don't need help with my dating problem. I'm just rather picky is all." She says defensively.
"Well at least you admit you have a problem." Michael says with a smirk. Rose smacks his arm causing him to spill some of his drink.
"Oww what was that for!" he says rubbing his sore arm.
"I rather like being single right now. I look at everyone else dating and it seems filled with hassle."
Tiffany snorts in humor. "Oh course its hassle, its dating hun. If it were easy, we would all marry the first person we met."
"True, take it from a married man. I dated so many women before I met Sheila. Now I'm happy with my little love bug." Michael says thoughtfully.
"But you complain about her all the time." Tiffany says with a confused frown.
"Ah yes the joys of marriage. I blame it on her pregnant hormones right now." He says with a drunken nod.
"I can't believe you aren't home with her while she's pregnant." Rose says with a head shake.
"No trust me; she's glad to get me out of the house. All I need to do it rub her feet and buy lot's of pickles. It's her craving at the moment."
"Yuck I hate pickles." Tiffany adds with a contorted face.
Rose pushes her chair back and rises. "Well I think I'm going to head out. I have to take a bus back to my building and it's already eight."
"Is it really? I better go too. I promised Brandon a special night." Tiff says winking.
"Ewe I don't want to hear it!" Rose says covering her ears.
"God you act like such a virgin sometimes." Tiff says rolling her eyes.
"My first time was so shitty it scarred me for life." Rose says with wide eyes in remembrance.
"Keep giving sex another chance, you'll find someone who's good at it." Her friend says suggestively.
"Or maybe it was you who was lame in the sack." Michael says from the table. Both women silence him with frosted glares.
"Oh perhaps not, my mistake." He says sheepishly.
Tiffany and Rose both grab their coats and make for the door. Tiffany walks over to her Jetta and gets out her keys.
"When are you going to get a car Rose?" she asks.
"Just as soon as I can afford one." Rose replies with a shrug.
"You worry me taking the bus this late at night you know."
"I really wish you wouldn't. I know my way back and forth safely." Rose says, offering comforting words to her friend.
"If you say so but I'm still going to worry." Tiff says getting into her car. Rose waves to her through the window when she drives by and out of the parking lot.
The walk to the bus stop was short but tonight it felt extra long. Every so often while passing a dark alley she would do a double take; swearing she saw a lurking shadow. Half the time it turned out to be an empty garbage can or stray cat but you can never be too careful. No one else is waiting for the bus when she sits herself down on the bench. A shiver runs down her spine and she rubs her shoulders to keep warm. The street light above flickers and the road seems suspiciously quiet. Few cars pass by and only hollow faces stare straight ahead, not taking notice of the lone girl. The hairs on the back of her neck stand stiff as she feels something in the shadows behind her. She cranes her neck to look back but nothing is visible. A bright light shines on her face as the bus pulls up to the stop. She breathes a sigh of relief when she steps on and takes a silent seat at the back. As the bus pulls away and out of sight, red eyes glow deep in the alley and a low growl escape from the throat of the beast before vanishing.
"This is useless. We haven't even spotted a Demon yet Baron. I'm growing antsy, you better not be wrong about this." Tristan goes on with annoyance.
"You dare think I would lead you astray?" Baron's voice rumbles low.
"I'm not suggesting anything but don't you think we would have had a sign by now?" he remarks with a lighter tone.
Baron sighs while rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I suppose you're right but something isn't adding up. Last I was here there was ample amounts of activity and now nothing."
"Perhaps Demons knew you were searching and decided to lessen their activity." Tristan says while rubbing his chin.
"Or maybe they already got to the Light Bearer first. Demons are never ones to be stealth, you know that."
"Maybe the others had better luck." Tristan wonders aloud.
"It's too early to return. Let's head down on the streets, maybe we'll have better luck." Baron says leaping from the tall tower with Tristan following. They walk inline like regular citizens. The only sounds heard are car passing by and the booming sounds of nightclub music.
"I'm surprised. You've had numerous opportunities to ask me of my whereabouts and you have not. Are you losing your touch Baron or are you just turning sensitive to others situations?" Tristan gibes.
Baron stifles a mock chuckle. "I was waiting for you to bring it up again and I was right in my assumption."
Tristan scowls. "Well it affects us not so I see no reason in telling you. I was behaving myself, I promise you that."
"When do you ever behave yourself my friend?" Baron asks with a raised brow.
"In the company of a woman." They both laugh deeply before pausing.
"Do you smell that?" Tristan asks.
"I smell both actually; a Demon as well as the Light Bearer." Baron says eyeing the small bus bench. Tristan digs through the alley behind while kicking trash cans down and throwing other rubbish about.
"Well neither are here now. I'm willing to bet my money that the Light Bearer went on public transit while the Demon is following. We need to track down that bus." Tristan says returning.
"The Light Bearer is female. I can smell her scent as well as her perfume." Baron says with hooded eyes.
"Wonderful; now we can cut down the percent by half." Tristan sneers sarcastically.
"No need to be so cynical, we're getting closer." Baron says sternly.
"My apologies; if I may speak freely sir?" Tristan begs for permission.
"By all means friend." Baron ushers him to go on.
"Perhaps it would be more productive to inform the others of our new lead now instead of having them out and about only to find nothing."
"I agree. You go and find them and bring them back here. You can follow my scent from here. Next time we meet; let us pray I have the Light Bearer in our grasp."
Tristan nods before disappearing in a puff of black smoke. Baron takes off in lightning speed down the road and after the route of the bus. The scent of the Light Bearer was growing dim but traceable enough to follow. His only hope was that she didn't get off to her stop yet. An idea came to mind and he ran ahead of the bus to the next stop to wait for the large automobile. He can see just ahead of him the lights of the bus coming his way. The screeching of the wheels and the smell of exhaust hit his senses and he cringes at the disgusting human environment.
The geriatric bus driver looks stunned to see a man dressed in his stature and height to enter a bus. He pays the fee and offers a kind smile to the meek mortal before taking a seat at the front. There are only a few occupants of the bus but all stare his way except one. A small woman sits at the back while reading a novel and humming a silent tune that only his vampire hearing could pick up. Her dark brown hair is tied back in a ponytail and she is wearing a workers outfit. A white blouse hugs tightly to her frail frame while a dark pencil skirt accents her long legs. He can read her nametag from far away. The dark, gothic letters spell out Rosemary. He knew she was the one they had been searching for. The only problem was what to do from here now that she has been found. Even now, his thoughts are plagued with the sweet scent of her mystical blood. He admired the thought of pulling her neck back and having his fill. The thoughts of draining her dry seemed appealing but her importance was too great. He needed to gain a hold of his hunger and suddenly feelings of regret filled him for not drinking before the hunt.
Something strange occurred to him and he looked around outside wearily for any sign of the Demon who had been tracking her. Nothing; not the smells or the sights of any Demon could be found. Perhaps it had transfigured back into its original human form after discovering his presence.
A large puff of smoke emerges in the middle of the bus. Baron was about to discipline them for teleporting here but Sterling had froze time as soon as they stepped on.
"Lucky you have me lads." Sterling says with a toothy grin, his accent weighing thick in the air.
"Did you find her?" Tristan asks, stepping forward. The bus had become rather cramped with his comrades on board and he silently praised Sterling for his talent of time.
"Look to the back gentlemen." Baron says with a nod towards the petite female.
"Rather small isn't she?" River says eyeing her figure up and down.
"She clearly has no control of her powers yet. My gift normally doesn't work on other supers." Sterling says disinterestedly.
"Her powers haven't peeked yet. Sooner or later they will burst forward without her control." Cardinal explains.
"So let's take her back than." Sterling announces while walking back over to her.
"Stop! We aren't taking her back yet." Baron shouts and everyone pauses to look at him with curiosity and confusion.
"Why on earth not?" Sterling asks with knitted brows.
"She needs to learn what she is first. We should introduce her to her gift slowly rather than forcefully taking her back." Baron says standing.
"You want to wait now? Not exactly the time to be proper." Sterling says disagreeing.
"Are you going against my judgment?" Baron asks threateningly.
"I certainly am." Sterling holds onto the hilt of his sword preparing to fight but River steps between them.
"Ok I usually don't agree with fancy boy here but are you certain Baron? We are on the brink of war here; we don't exactly have time to wait." River points out.
"I know but would she want to fight for us any sooner if we stole her from her life. At least give me a week to gain her trust."
"And who nominated you to gain her trust? We don't have the time to waste on good manners old boy." Sterling argues back.
"Come on Baron, we need to get this done quick." Tristan reasons.
"You can all go back if you don't want to wait but I'm not taking her back now and I'll stop any who try." He eyes Sterling with distrust. Sterling holds up his hands.
"Fine you do what you want, I'm leaving." Sterling vanishes in a puff of smoke and time unfreezes. The other occupants look confused to see so many men on the bus so suddenly. Kane steps forward and casts a spell to blank their memories.
"What an asshole. We could have gotten caught!" River says in disbelief.
"He never was one to keep quiet on his opinion." Cardinal says softly.
"Are the rest of you staying with me than?" Baron asks while brushing aside Sterling's behavior.
"Might as well kill Demons when the chance arises." Tristan says with a shrug.
"I'm sure he'll return after cooling down anyhow. He does trust you after all." Cardinal says playing mediator.
"I don't care if he ever comes back." River says with disgust.
"You can all go to the Plaza. I'll meet you there after I see where she resides." Baron says while ordering them to leave. Some mumble in agreement and they vanish while Kane's spell wears off and everything is how it should be.
From the corner of his eye he watches for when she pulls the bell to stop. Her big doe eyes look outside and she stands to leave the bus. He rises casually to follow her off the bus. Either she still hadn't spotted him or she was doing her best to ignore him because most women would swoon at a chance to be this close in his presence. Her disinterest irked him but he shook his head to remain focused.
The street her building was located in was dark and quiet. She goes into a brightly lit lobby and he leaps up to the top of the neighboring building to watch which floor she lived on. He sees her walk pleasantly through the window of the top floor and the number of her apartment. He shares a silent chuckle alone at the number 666. It seemed fate revolved around their meeting.
She shuts her door silently and sinks to the floor while clutching her book to her chest. Who was that Godly man sitting on her bus and how come she had never spotted him before? Someone who looked that well would be etched in anyone memories, that she was certain. Her only regret was being seen in her uniform. He probably thought she was some poor commoner who didn't try at all when she got up in the morning. Not that she was particularly vain about her looks but she wished she had had a little more make-up on her face. She had tried to play it cool by ignoring him and now the idea seemed silly. Who was she to act better than him?
"Stupid." She mumbles to herself. Oh well, it would probably be the last time she would ever see him anyways she thought to herself with a headshake.
Donatello comes to greet her while his large tale wags behind him in fast, fluent motions. She scratches between his ears and he plops his head down on her lap.
"You're the only man I need in my life huh?" she asks while he looks up at her in keen interest. Still the thought of her with him was a nice fantasy. What would Tiff say if she brought him in to work? She'd probably die of shock and than some.
She stands to go shower and than sleep for the night. She literally had no life if she was going to bed at nine at night but than Rose had always kept to herself. Because of her disability she was afraid of what people would think of her so she kept her distance from human contact.
She drops her pencil skirt down to her ankles while peeling of the white work blouse. The clink of her nametag hits the floor and now she was only standing in her skivvies. She watched her side profile in the mirror and heaves a sigh. She was rather small in the chest department and lacked a curvy figure. She had always been thin growing up but she thought puberty would change that. Sadly when she hit eighteen and all the other girls had hourglass figures, she was stuck at an awkward weight of one hundred and fifteen pounds. So many girls attracted men with those lustful curves that she figured it was glamorous to have a boyfriend. After dating a few times, she found it held no interest for her. Sex always seemed dull and never sent her off the edge that women would describe as euphoria. Maybe she was lame in the sack as Michael had pointed out. The idea didn't seem so far fetched.
She brushes off the idea and gets into the shower. The hot water hits her back in a light stream and she closes her eyes in content. A chill shoots up her spine as she thought she felt the ghost of fingers running up her back and around her neck. She turns around but only the white wall of the shower is looking back. Feeling foolish at her skittish behavior she decides to go get some sleep. Turning off the water, she steps out into her fogged up bathroom. Her fuzzy, pink bathrobe hangs carelessly on the back of the door and she ties it around her wet and naked self.
Donatello follows her to her bed in which she pulls the sheets back and she gets ready to settle into the comfortable quilt. Her curtains to her balcony are still blowing about loosely from the open window and she groans in annoyance to go close them. She kicks back the covers furiously while the dog only stares in confusion. She pulls back the drapes to close the window. Her eyes spot something or rather someone on the other building. When she glances back again, there is no one in sight.
"I must be more tired than I thought." She says while rubbing her eyes and pattering back to bed. Her head hits the pillow softly and her breathing levels out into perfect rhythm when sleep finds her. She remains blissfully unaware of the vampire who stalks outside her balcony. He was the beginning of the end for her. He would be her liberator to her new life.
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