This is an opening for a new fanfic, if this one pulls through, let me know…

Clarabelle's questions

Caelan was done with Valkyrie, he didn't care for her anymore. Fortunately for him, his death came by luck. He held his breath long enough to make his escape possible. Once the two left he got out from underneath the docs and blurred away.

It took him a while to get over his obsession. He had to find something to keep his mind occupied, but who?

Caelan stalked the alleyways of Dublin about mid-day. He came across a blue-haired woman hold a familiar vile of clear serum. She was alone, by a dumpster, sniffing the liquid. She shrugged and brought the liquid to her mouth.

"Wait!" Caelan screeched and yanked the serum, "What are trying to accomplish?"

"I want to see what this vile would do if I drank it." she smiled brightly, "Do you know what it is?"

"Nothing, really." he tucked it in his breast pocket and stared at her, "Why is your hair blue?"

"Oh, I was walking Downtown when I came across this man unloading a truck, he said," she brought her voice deep, "'hey, girlie, want some blue hair?' I said sure so he gave me a dye and voila, I have blue hair." her smile broadened.

Caelan kept staring and blinking at this strange woman, "What's your name, Miss?"

"Clarabelle, hi." she held out her hand.

"No last name?"

"Why would I need one?"

"Fair enough. Well, I should be going, stay safe." he finally shook her hand and turned out.

"Wait!" she shouted and tugged his arm back.

"What?" he looked at her.

"Can I buy you lunch?"

"Uh, n-no thank you." he tried to walk away but she tugged him back, again.

"Look, please? I have money and I don't feel like buying much of anything but food for a friend."

"A friend? You don't even know my name."

"OK, than what is it?"

"Caelan."

"Oh, hi Caelan, lets get some lunch." Clarabelle didn't joke, she meant it.

"Look, Clarabelle, I really can't."

"Why? I'm sure we can find you a donor somewhere near here."

He blinked, "I'm sorry?"

"You're a vampire, right? That serum, I knew what it was, I was curious."

"Oh, all right then." he slowly responded. "Clarabelle, you sound fine, but I really am good, OK? I should go now." he slightly grinned and shook his hand away and started walking.

Her smile twitched slightly, "But we're still friends, right?"

"Of course." he said back and slightly rolled his eyes. Crazy girl, he thought and walked away.

He left Clarabelle in the alley and he walked around Downtown. Things crossed his mind and he shrugged them away, but not Clarabelle. Why does she appeal to him? Why can't he rid of her? What's so different from her compared to Valkyrie?

He stopped. What is the difference? Caelan thought to himself. She's pretty, they both are. She's sweet, Valkyrie was kind. She thought thinks a little differently, Valkyrie thought like any other. She's just different; was all he could conclude. Different.

Clarabelle sighed as soon as Caelan cornered away from her. Like all men whom she ever met that were decent. Her smile drifted away and she hailed a taxi, destination: Haggard.

She was up to her usual task checking on some patients that found their way to the Cinema, Kenspeckle ordered - when he was alive. That Creature, Nye, forbids her to do it, but she doesn't listen, she visits them on her free time.

Haggard was gloomy as ever when Clarabelle got there. She made her way, house to house, six Zombies, two Vampires, and four mages. She's grown to know them well, nothing more than friends though. Well, except one, Dusk. But happened, he keeps trying to scare her away - failing to do so.

He didn't scare her, no matter how much he tried. Clarabelle sworn to him, promising to visit every two weeks. He wasn't there most times, though, probably trying to hide.

He came to the Cinema, looking for salvation, he was starved and horribly battered and sliced. His infected found a way to over turn his power to him, leaving him for death. Dusk, at one point, needed her help but now he avoids her as much as possible.

Clarabelle knocked at his door, "Dusk? I brought you more of that serum!" the tenant building was demolished in the Infected's attack, he moved to small house, looking as nasty as Haggard itself.

"Go away!" he yelled behind the door. "It's been two years, Miss. I've been more than fine."

"Uh, are you sure?" she thought of a question, the ones that gives her reputation, "Dusk? Can I ask you something?"

"What?" he snapped back acidly.

"Why haven't you tried to, I don't know, drain me?" that's the question.

Foot steps came to the door and he opened it, "What?"

"If I'm so annoying, why haven't you tried to kill me, serum or not?"

He raised his brow, "I sincerely don't know what you're asking me."

"Why haven't you?"

He shrugged, "I can't deal with this anymore, Clarabelle. Please, leave me." he closed the door and she sagged.

"I'm sorry I bothered you, Dusk." she mumbled and walked away.

Good? Meh, I don't know. New fanfic? A love triangle; Clarabelle likes Dusk, Caelan might like Clarabelles and Dusk - well, he likes no one, yet. So? Like my Deviations- whoops, did I just tell you that I have deviant art? I think I did. Ok, penname; skully4hire