Undetermined to March 27, 2013
100 Times a Vampire Met a Demon 
2. An Afternoon with Death
“What are you looking at?”
They’re standing in the street. It’s a blustery day, sky grey with cloud. Denton’s gaze is focused on the doorstep of a house just ahead of them. He glances briefly at Vinnie, then looks back at that step.
“So you can’t see him either, huh?”
Vinnie blinks. See who? It’s just an empty doorstep.
Except when Denton looks he sees the figure standing before the door. A man with long silver hair tied back in a neat ponytail and a smart looking moustache. He’s clothed in a black suit and a pair of white gloves and he’s holding a scythe.
“It’s Mr. Grimm”, says Denton. “I see him a lot down in Hell”.
Vinnie squints but he still can’t see anything.
“Who’s Mr. Grimm?” He asks as an icy breeze suddenly whips past them. He pulls up the zipper on his coat and shivers. What happened to Spring?
“Mr. Grimm collects the
100 Times a Vampire Met a Demon 
“Is that a seashell?”
Seven year old Vinnie Beauregard nearly jumps out of his skin. He’s sitting cross-legged on his bed, a hefty looking tome of poetry in his lap, trying hard to memorize the one his parents want him to recite at tonight’s dinner.
Only suddenly there’s a boy in his room. A boy staring curiously at his ammonite fossil, which is proudly displayed like the ancient treasure Vinnie truly believes it to be.
“Um...who are you?” Vinnie asks.
The boy turns to look at him. He’s about the same height as Vinnie and has dark red hair and black eyes. Two little horns are protruding from his skull but that doesn’t bother Vinnie too much. After all, he’s a vampire. What right does he have to judge someone for having horns?
“I’m Denton”, the boy tells him with a smile. “Is this your room?”
Vinnie nods, his book forgotten.
“Is this a seashell?” Again Denton gesture
[Regan 05] Letting out - Letting in“Hello?”
A voice broke through Regan’s thoughts and the silence that had surrounded him. Startled, he quickly hung up.
With a sigh he threw the phone onto the couch as he got up and walked to the kitchen to get himself a cup of tea. After filling the electric kettle with water and turning the machine on, he leaned back against the counter and brushed some strands from his sight.
It had been two years now. Two long years since his parents had come to pass.
He hadn’t been there when it happened and he couldn't help but feel like it was nothing but a bad dream. But the harsh reality was that it wasn’t. Had it not been for the fact that he had seen the burned down house with his own eyes, he might have never been able to believe it.
The vigorous boiling of the hot water managed to snap him out of far-away memories again and he waited for the kettle to turn off before pouring the hot liquid into a cup. Adding his flavor of ch
HEARTS MADE OF STEEL Chp IV: FionaThe tough part about being a trained therapist in an era when psychology is still fairly new to the scientific scene is that finding someone to take one seriously is nigh unto impossible. So has Fiona's career path led her: going from employer to employer, trying to convince each of the importance of mental health and treating it equal to physical health. But, at every turn, she is waved away by skeptics. Even her family's wealth and connections can't help her now. And for all of Fiona's innate good-naturedness, opposition this persistent cannot help but pull her down. Searching for an application of her studies becomes more and more wearisome of a task, until she begins to wonder if she should give up this whole enterprise and return home.
But that, of course, is when she thinks of Cob and knows that she can't turn away from this mission. It is for his sake that she presses on through what seems like a hopeless situation, praying that there will be a light at the end of
[Regan 04] A second first impressionIn the days that followed Cyril’s unexpected visit, Regan still couldn’t quite get a hold on sleep. Just the thought that he had agreed to go on a date with Cyril was enough to have him think about all the possibilities of what might happen when he did. Now that he knew Cyril was aware of what had always bothered him and of the confusion the man had been the cause of, Regan couldn’t help but wonder.. what could he expect?
He still hadn’t told Rayne or Ashley anything about the man, not wanting for them to know as he wasn't quite ready for it yet. He feared that if Rayne knew, it would be too easy for her to understand what was going on in his mind as she had always been the one to see through him. And the last thing he wanted was for her to worry more or start meddling now.
But thankfully, it wasn’t that difficult to keep it all hidden from the teens. After all, the only thing that had truly changed was the source which caused his lack of sleep at night. B
[Regan 03] Misunderstandings UnderstoodWith a start Regan sat up, his blankets falling down to his lap. Widened eyes moved around the room, only to find that he was in his own. He sighed, throwing the blankets off of him before getting up. Not like he could expect to catch any more sleep after that rude awakening.
It had been a week now since he had collapsed at Cyril’s place. And yet, ever since he had gotten home again the following day.. all he been able to do was to keep reliving the kiss they had shared.
And he blamed it all on the fever.
Had he not been ailing, he knew he wouldn’t have given in quite so easily. It was all because he simply hadn't had the strength at the time to push the man away and resist him.
It had been the same excuse he had been telling himself over and over again for the past several days, each time that he would wake from vivid dreams that he could not forget. Though he had recovered from the fever that plagued him, the inability to sleep seemed to haunt him still.
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