Memory gaps

It been a week since Mateo and Voltruist failed mission that was a setup. While Zagine truly wasn’t the one who did, the true person was his girlfriend who wanted both Mateo and Voltruist gone. She already ask and demanded Zagine give the Priest to Mateo. She was over this annoying little thing to be in her way. She made it clear to Zagine she wanted Voltruist gone, that he needed to figure it out if it will be through death or selling him off. Because she wasn’t giving shit to him until he did and she might take it … Continue reading Memory gaps

Zagine

There was a boy who lived on the streets, he did what he had to get by. He was in his teens, working with a group. He was more the lacky and hated it, he was abused often, especially if he didn’t succeed. The leader of their thieves group would beat him, paranoid that everyone was cheating him. He beat most of his underlings, the boy hated it. He spent his life trying to survive, he didn’t have friends. He learn quick it was kill or be killed, everyone he tried to friend, tried to kill him. He didn’t do … Continue reading Zagine

Two kinds of people

Voltruist had been hiding, he was curled up in the confessional. He often hid in tight small spaces, as a coping. Like how his mother locked him in the tiny closet of his room since he was three years old. So he often hide in small spaces, help that he was small himself. Mateo was around and he had come to hate the presence of the male, because when he came Voltruist was their entertainment. He just wanted to not exist, ever since the time Mateo grope, molested, and danced all on him as a joke Zagine and him laugh … Continue reading Two kinds of people

It comes around.

Voltruist had been staying around Tristan book shop more and more these days. In the days before the curse the two had seem rather close. Tristan gotten some new shipments in and wanted Voltruist to look through and see if he like any books. He already come back from a mission, Mateo was in town. Since Zagine was always up Mateo ass and Mateo Zagines, he figure he could disappear to Tristans. Plus Zagines girlfriend was out of town so he was extra clingy to Mateo. Voltruist was pretty sure the two fucked each other. He always thought it funny, … Continue reading It comes around.

Life isn’t a book.

Voltruist had lately been buried in his book, he was abit heart broken lately. Few months earlier he had gathered courage to confess feelings to his friend Tristan. They had spent alot of time together since the accident Tristan was in. Voltruist wishing he knew magic that he could maybe find the cure to his friends curse. Also been trying to avoid Zagine as he was in mourning and trying to hunt Tristan and Indigo down for the death of his lover. Voltruist over the years had gotten close to Tristan and thought he felt the same, as Tristan seem … Continue reading Life isn’t a book.

The job

Mateo had caught wind of a possible job, listening through word of mouth. He had been trying to find the place so he could do some mercenary work. Being new to this city and all, he finally got to a bar and listens about. Over hearing a guy speaking to someone about merc work. Mateo knew the one that the other was trying to recruit. He waited till they finished and watch the other guy as he approached the bar. “I wouldn’t hire that sack of shit if I were you.” He said casually. The male looks at mateo arching … Continue reading The job

A Visitor in Mourning

Voltruist woke up to the new evening, moving to get dressed. He put on his prieestly robes and then grabs his veil. He put it on and then undoes the blindfold he wore when sleeping. Once he was dressed, he head out of his room and down the hall. Giving those he passed a nod of greet, he headed to the sanctuary. There he would move to light the candles about it, while doing such a male walks in. Voltruist glance to the new comer, he had to double take. Seeing the silver hair had the priest thinking it was … Continue reading A Visitor in Mourning

Judas…

Footsteps could be heard through the halls, as two people walk. Each step echoing off the walls, along with their voices as the two talked. “I already set you a meeting with Lord Grey. You are confident he would rule in our favor?” The male ask, he wore priest like clothes, though he didn’t wear a veil like the one he spoke to. “Yes I am sure of it, are you not tired of having what we want to do just ignored? This church could be so much more, if we could get out from under Zagine.” Voltruist spoke.” Of … Continue reading Judas…

My sweet Tru…

The night was just starting this eve and already the silence was disrupted from chatter. Two move through the streets, talking with each other, as they made their way to their destination. “I’m telling you now Zagine, you are playing with fire.” Stahs states . “Uh huh, you keep saying that. However it works and he’s never going to know. Not unless you plan to tell him.” Zagine retorted back “You and I are the only ones who know the truth. Besides we did him a favor.” Stahs shook his head “And playing with his heart? Is that wise too?” … Continue reading My sweet Tru…

Blessed be.

This night was dark, darker then usual. A storm had come in and it was pouring rain. The only light to be seen in the sky was lightning that splayed across. The wind had started to pick up abit, while people tried to hurry to their homes or any place off the streets. Those that were homeless, tried to seek shelter in the sewers or even churches. Nights like these made it either easier or harder to hunt. One particular Vampire was having a devil of a time, unable to prey on anyone in the alleyways, the tavern wasn’t good … Continue reading Blessed be.