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No one shall ever understand what it's like to be a monstrosity in skin. No one.

The sound of white shoes clack againts the pavement with a slight dragging sound to them. The wind tussled through white and gold clothes. It was night and the cold air was refreshing and massaged his lungs. The tall male pushed a bit of his hair behind his ear with his timmed fingers and black painted fingernails. His irises were silver and nearly glowed heavenly in the night.

The two swords on his back clacked againts eachother,having a red Mistic energy around it. He looked deep in thought,thinking of his past.

"Date,are you affraid of the dark?"

"No"

"Good."

His name was Daté Ante,but was called Date by the way his name was spelt. "The night grows dim and so does the good left in me..." He was almost always the only one awake that late,but there were a few humans out. Date had a serious look across his handsome face. He continued to walk with great thought. His glare at people he saw was evil.

(Mind if I join? I was thinking of using my character Jade Jackson on here but I want to make sure it is alright with you that I join in on this.)

(It's fine with me,but be aware on my character. And please type at least five or more sentences. Otherwise go on ahead.)

(I have already seen your characters profile and read the rules and understand completely. I changed my mind on who I will use on this listing. It is my witch character Abby Sanders.)

The night breeze was cruler the higher you were. On the top of a building stood a girl with long light brown hair and violet eyes. She didn't look like she was going to jump off but just looking out at the city. She soon decided that it was about time for her to get home. She went through the empty building, leaving out the front door, it seemed that she was an average woman in her late twenies, only if that was the case.

She had a pistol in her backpockt that was cancled out by her gray crew-neck shirt and black overcoat. She had a arua about her that gave off the feeling that she had some power to her, when the truth was she was a witch. But not the one in story books that killed people, but she acted like any other person, trying not to gain attention and just get through life.

Date stopped and looked down,feeling a little pain. He quickly shook it off,not paying any heed towards it. The red Mistic energy turning black then red again. He looked up at the moon and felt the pain in his head. He knew he would have to go to a different town again,his demonic energy being too strong. He couldn't bear the feeling all that longer. He started breathing heavily as the moon turned red.

The cold pain surrounds my body once more,but what good would it do for me to kill again,but I just can't move...I'm waiting...for my next Prey. I don't want to hurt but I have to...

Abby had saw the moon turn red and stopped walking. It was merely a glance, something she saw out of the coners of her eyes but then she took another look at the moon. It's beauty beinning to be hidden in the clounds of the night. "How strange. I've never seen the moon change colors before." She shook her head, reminding herself that she needed to get home. She didn't want to get into another fight with a demon because it was looking for power and though that killing off a witch would do that. She had noticed the guy with the swords on his back but pushed it aside, trying to just stay calm and relax. When ever she was nervous or curious the spell she had placed on her would break and any demon within the area would know of her.

His eyes changed to the same color as the moon but then back silver and the moon turned back to its normal color. The power around him was nearly suffocating,his demonic miasma being strong. He looked at the female and tried his best to stay under control but was having more then a lot of trouble. He let out a slight wince aswell.

He tried as hard as he could and it only resulted in blood leaking from his mouth,the scent being oddly strong.It was strong enough that even a human could smell it. As a mere shadow demon,he wasn't able to keep himself in control as well.

Damn it hurts...I need to move but I c-can't...

His white hair covered his eyes while his head was pointed at his bloody hand and somewhat concrete.

Abby noticed the guy bleeding and couldn't let him just be in pain and not try to help him. She couldn't do that. She ran over to the man, lucky caught him before he fell. "Are you alright, sir?" It seemed werid for a woman of her age to say sir. She was tweny-six years old but looked only tweny-two. Her violet eyes held all her secerts, there was sparks of something in her eyes. Something that some humans believed to be true. Magic.

"Please Madame,you must get away from me. I don't want to hurt you..." His head bowed down as he held back the need to pull his blades. One of his silver eyes turned red and his killer instinc was hurting him. He started to breathe slower,slowly calming down the beast on the inside.

All I want more then anything is to be free from this damned power. I'm tired of hurting people and watching them die by my blade.

Abby blinked a few times, a little confused. "I don't understand completely but I can't just stand her watch you in pain and do nothing. I can't stand seeing anyone in pain so let me help you, sir." Confusen clounded Abby's eyes making it hard to see what was going through her mind.

I need to get home and get those demon papers. Then I will be fine...for a little while.

He stood the best he could and started walking. The ropes around his chest that were to the collar of his clothes tapped againts his chest. His legs shook at every step.

Demon papers,demon papers,demon papers...

He looked serious about getting to his destination befor he totally loses all control that he may have had. The moon was once again turning a dark shade of crimson,but then normal again after he covered his mouth. The demonic Miasma was even stronger then befor.

Abby could feel the man's power but it never stopped her from helping someone. She went to his side then stepped infornt of him. "I don't care if you are a demon or human or whatever, you are injuried. It is against my natural to just walk away from someone in pain when I can help. It doesn't matter how damn stubborn you are, I am not going to stop until you let me help."

Date sighed and looked at her. "You are also very stubborn..." He coughs and starts to walk around her. "Fine you can help too,but you have to stay three feet away from me." He handed her the keys to his house. " When we get to my place,I have to stay outside. I would need you to go straight in the livingroom to the desk and snag the red papers."

Abby took the keys and nodded, following the man. "Alright." The emotions in her eyes were all clounded, making it hard to read what she is feeling and thinking. "I don't believe I know your name, sir."

"Daté. It looks like Date but it's said Daté." He had blood slightly smeared on his white clothes,and it was oddly noticeable in the night. As they finally arrive at his home,he pointed to a crimson double door that belonged to a three story house.

Abby nodded. "I go by Abby." She said before looking at the house infornt of her. She quickly went to the front door and unlocked it. It took a moment for her to find the key on the key ring for the front door and unlock it. She went inside and searched for the red papers that was needed. She took a few few minutes before finding them. She went back outside, closing the door behind her. She went to Date and handed him the papers and keys.

"Thank you Abby. You are a great help so far." He put the papers down on the ground as he crouched next to them,pulling out a pen. He started to write quickly on it. It was odd what he put. It clearly said "S.H.R" It had so many meaning on what it could mean. As soon as he was done,the red energy from the blades he carried went into the papers,and the Mistic like smoke was now gray. He smiled and stood back up feeling better; His white hair covering one eye.

Abby watched as she felt the energy grow in the papers. Her own magic was stating to make sparks at the tips of her fingers from the powerful arua. She quickly put her hands behind her back and smiled at Date. "It was no problem, I'm always willing to help out." She said, trying to make it seem that she was uneffected by the papers.

Date squinted his eyes at her in suspicion then picked up the papers as the burned away in his very hands. "You're not bad. I'm surprised the statue guard didn't get you." He laughed nervously,glad he didn't tell her about that thing or it would have came after her. "Now would you like to come in,maybe have a drink or two? It couldn't hurt now,could it?" Date smiled and held his hand out to her.

I could also use her help with my new book Im suppose to come out with.

He was a famous writer,but it was hard to reconize him in the dark. Also there were a lot of people named Date in that city,but none named Date Ante like his.

Abby had mostly read spell books but she would read a ficition or historical book every now and again. She waited for her magic to calm down and stop spraking at her finger tips before she took his hand. "Sure, it shouldn't get us into any trouble." She smiled at him. Most people descirbed Abby's smiled as something soft and warm, always inviting and forgiving. Abby was the type of woman who could be a mother, sister, or friend to someone, always there when someone needed her most.