Who:Jared Nomak & Damien Thorn What: :Two dark entities meeting Where: on the streets of LA When: :Nighttime Rating:Possible violence and other possible creepiness Peace had been the last thing he had felt as he slipped into welcoming arms of oblivion, at least that promised slumber of eternity. He had felt his body slowly dissolved into nothing but mere ashes that were scattered to far corners of the world. But suddenly all rushed back to him; his body once more pulled into wholes and cast back into existence as if by a cruel deity. His pallid lids shot open at the realization that he was alive, gazing a steely inhuman gaze at the sky that hang above him, a warmth once more filling itself through his skin like a flame licking just out of reach. It was the virus returning, it had come with its’ carrier so pleased to leech itself a ride in each fiber of his being. Jared groaned rolling himself over on his knees and palms, a bewildered expression painted the young vampire’s features. Where was he? Was this hell for all his crimes? Why was he being punished?! “NO…I deserve my rest you can’t take it from me?!” He yelled madly up at the heavens perhaps yelling at God if there truly was one.
“Damn you. Damn you…” He muttered softly in his fury-filled confusion as he stumbled forward along the alleyway, his fever-ridden brain swirling at the sudden resurrection unsure where he was wandering. The infected creature gave the impression of a homeless young man draped in layers of rags driven to wander aimlessly. Oh if only they knew the truth that lay beneath. He wandered this newfound city with the keen interest of a child, still wary of it yet so fascinated by the brilliance of it. In his directionless movements he paused quite suddenly, a power like none he had ever experienced. It was a cold darkness that sent chills right to the bone. The vampire had never truly felt fear until that very moment peering in that schism of evil. Oddly what he saw was nothing more then a youth like himself.