• I did not expect to enjoy seeing his life end as much as I did, but john had passed an unseen line that meant his death was inevitable. Adrenalin filled my veins, a slow grimace of fury and pain for my only friend’s death contorted my lips into an insane smile. John, his form filling my vision. Movements quicker than could be tracked by the human eye, our fight was long for our kind but only a few minutes to those who may have witnessed it. The dagger slid into his chest, warm frothy blood painted my wands as I yanked its cobalt colored blade free. I saw his fear of death as his light faded, and though with others I had felt sorrow now I felt only rage, satisfaction that Graphs murder was now also dead, and on his way to an eternal hell. Many had witnessed my exit from the shanty town mainly due to the noise from the fight. As I made flight from the city I could feel the Pass swarming around my trail. They would not rest till they found a clear path to follow in pursuit what they now new was a proven member of the undead. Or had they? I was not like John, better or worse I know not, but I am much more.

    Raphael was driven from his thoughts by an itching feeling. It started around his eyes eventually spreading over his whole body then finally to his heart. There he felt the sting of a blade. Staggering, kneeling on the cold stone floor he smiled silently. She had done exactly what he had expected. Though loosing John was not ideal. He had undoubtedly successfully alerted the Pass to the girl’s abilities.
    “And the game of cat and mouse continuous, but the cat will surely win” Raphael chuckled gruffly, breathing deeply, extending the muscled in his chest. He had gotten the message.