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"A while. We still have to wait until it is at least twelve, otherwise the tougher guards won't be off duty yet. We don't want to have to deal with them, trust me." Once on the ground, I set her down and placed her on the sidewalk beside me. "Are you thirsty?" I said placing my hand on her cold forehead. Alexia's blood scent still stung the back of my throat, I imagined it probably had the same effect on Dusk. I knelt down next to her and picked up a shard of an old beer bottle that had been laying behind us. I scraped it across the skin above my elbow and watched the tiny droplets of blood venture down my arm. I held the arm up to her face, offering her the drink.

I leaned back by head to see the overcast that hung above us as she sucked from my arm. A few police sirens were blaring a few miles away, probably another wear wolf attack. I pulled my arm away, beginning to feel slightly light-headed from the loss of blood, and pulled her head onto my chest, hoping she may fall asleep. As we sat on the cold hard sidewalk, a few cars passed, mostly a bunch of crazed teenagers that had managed to get away from the cops. One of them was holding a blood-drenched dagger in his hand, licking it slowly. The smell was distinct and familiar, much like that of the girl I knew from the safe house. What was her name? Lilly? Lilac? Oh, wait, no, Lillith, I believe. Odd. Dusk's breathing quickened slightly, as if she was sharing my thought.

"Blood bank?" the man with the chocolate eyes shook his head. "Too far, Lillith, we wouldn't make it in time. Plus, moving you at all could strengthen the flow of your bleeding, dear, we wouldn't want to do that." How wasn't he crying? Instead of tears, his face was drenched in a hidden sorrow, covered up with something that looked like a feigned faith of some sort. The kind of look that a pediatrician would give to a child that was expected to die in 20 days and there was nothing he could do, but he still wanted to look hopeful. The expression raised a flame inside of me. "Lillith, we will figure something else out, just relax, you're going to be fine," I glowered toward this Tommy person, hoping he might notice that I knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Sorry," I mumbled, "I hadn't realized how thirsty I was." I reopened my eyes and caught what Asher was gazing at. I couldn't remember the last time I had smelt this much blood. It was no long that of Al's that stuck to me but another's; it was quite familiar. I pulled away from his hold and immediately stood up. "Lilith." I spoke quietly hoping the thugs across the street wouldn't hear or see me. Panic-stricken, my hands began to shake along with my knees, feeling almost as if I was about to fall. I looked to Asher to see what we should do and whether we should even do anything at all.

Lillith sighed and nodded. "Tommy... I'm so confused... I saw you die... your mother paid for the funeral... how can you still be alive? And why did you never tell me?" she asked weakly, tears welling up in her eyes as she started to shiver, her body going into extreme shock.

"But... it's been..." she stopped to cough, her body shaking with the chills from going into deep shock. She closed her eyes slowly and lifted one hand to him weakly. "It... doesn't matter... I'm just glad... to see you... again..."

{feel free to play Dr. Surflue, if you want. however, if you want me to do it I suppose I could.}

The chocolate eyed man smiled and propped Lillith's head up on his lap. "We'll figure something out," I promised. My gaze turned soon to a furry creature that seemed to have been listening from behind a dumpster about 7 feet away. "Hello?" I said, my voice cracking. "Is someone...there?"

{alrighty then, i will send WithPain a character request, otherwise i can't pursue it =)}