Location- Mostro City

Time- XX/XX/2018

 

TO: YOU

 

I know a governmental secret. If anyone were to find out that I told you, I would be killed. Well, honestly I don’t give a damn if they find out, it’s about time someone knew. The supernatural are very much real. They are around us, and they are trouble makes. Sadly...they are my coworkers. I work for M&M, located in Mostro City. No, not the candy. It stands for Monster and Men. It’s just called M&M to confuse people. It’s comprised of vampires, witches, werewolves, let's just say too many supernatural and a little too many humans for me to deal with.

What is our job? Putting people to justice. How do we do it? That’s easier said than done...especially when it’s your first day on your job, and you’ve been swept off your feet and thrown into a job like this.

 

Let’s just hope I can keep up with these supernatural freaks.

 

 

Sincerely, 

 

Othello

 

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Character Sheet-

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Appearance:

Personality (Optional) :

Biography (If you want) :

Weapon of Choice:

Species:

Member of M&M?:

Position in M&M:

Theme (If you feel up to it) :

Anything else people should know:

 

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Character Sheet-

 

Name: Allan Othello

Age: 20 yrs.

Gender: Male (WOW LOOK A BOY)

Appearance:

 

Personality (Optional) : Will develop within roleplay.

Biography (If you want) : Allan Othello is the eldest of his family, and has two younger sisters. He has lived a rather non-eventful life, played soccer when he could, and excelled in academics. Allan has wanted to pursue criminal justice for a while, and things did not start working out for him in that field until he started college. Upon filling out a job application to a company called M&M, not giving much thought to the application (which was not very descriptive about the job itself), he was hired, enrolled out of college, taken from his family, and thrown into the M&M headquarters...without his full consent.

Weapon of Choice: Pistol

Species: Human

Member of M&M: Sadly/Not Sadly

Position in M&M: Detective, newby

Theme (If you feel up to it) :

 

Battle theme (I don't know which one I like more so why not two): 

 

General Theme: 

 

Emotional Theme: 

 

 

Anything else people should know:

 

- Precious Cinnamon Roll that has a center of flaming hot sauce. 

Edited January 24, 20187 yr by Lady Aleister

The days with the Cassio's were calm and relaxing. One week after they were rescued, Jacobo spoke to Allan about some concerns. 

"Good day, Allan. Feeling better today? Hopefully my siblings didn't bother you much. We're already starting to lessen the dose of the painkillers, halfway there it seems." Jacobo said as he walked over to the window, opening the curtains to allow the sun in. 

"The sun is proven to make the mood better for most creatures. Humans are included in that category. Vitamin D is very important." Jacobo said as he walked over to Allan, taking a seat next to his bed.

"The sun is much better, thank you." Allan sat up, smiling at Jacobo. 

"You are healing wonderfully, though you won't be allowed to return to the field anytime soon. Last time we saw each other the experience was merely superficial. But this...I am concerned about your mental state. You may be physically healed soon, but mentally you are far from how you were before, Allan. I have lived long enough to see what happens when one's mind finally breaks. I do not wish to see that on you." Jacobo lowered his clipboard. 

Allan's smile fade slowly, him suddenly turning away from Jacobo. 

Jacobo had a right to be concerned. Allan did not sleep very much and has been in almost constant contact with Michael. When he woke up in the dead of night because of nightmares, Michael would be on the other side of his cellphone, or even sometimes come over in the dead of night, just for Allan. Jacobo knew that Allan was off. 

"I talked with the Warden. The M&M has to remember that the physical of its workers is only part of it all. If they are mentally unfit, they will be just another victim, regardless their species. I have been granted permission to give you a medical leave away from the HQ...not like they had a choice. As my patient, I wouldn't have it any other way." Jacobo said as he smiled at Allan.

"Soon you will be physically healthy enough to be discharged, but I believe it will be best for you to spend time with your family. It's been a while since you've seen them, right? Since you joined? They should do you wonders. I believe a month of medical leave should give you enough time to spend with family and think of your situation. If by the end of it I still see that your mind has yet healed, I'll extend it. I'll even assign you to a specialist who works with supernatural cases, and should be able to understand your worries, if you wish." Jacobo explained, sighing.

"I think that is enough time, Jacobo. Thank you very much for talking to the Warden. It will be nice to see my family again." he turned to Jacobo and nodded his head.

He was finally going to be able to see his family again. 

 

...

 

After four days, Allan was released from the hospital, Vilhelm, Elena, Jacobo, Scarlett, and Felix all showing him out. He was not clear to drive yet, so his father was supposed to pick him up. Jacobo wait outside for Allan's father with Allan and soon enough, a white mom-van pulled into the curve right beside the hospital door. A man stepped opened the car door quickly before coming around. He looked younger than he actually was, but his face was smiling way too brightly as he looked down at his eldest son. 

"Allan!" his dad smiled, grabbing the boy in his arms and giving him a bear-hug. 

"Dad! Don't hug me too tight you're going to hurt me." Allan embraced his father, before he father laughed, putting him down. 

"I'll leave you guys too it. My brother should be there is about an hour." Jacobo let Allan go out to his car. 

"Thank you guys, so much!" Allan smiled at Jacobo. 

He and his father got into the car and began to drive to Allan's house. 

"So son, where have you been?" his father asked calmly. 

"At work." Allan responded calmly, chuckling a bit. 

"What do you mean at work? What do you do? That does not answer my question son. We've been worried sick about you for months. Don't just answer me like that." His dad turned and looked at him briefly. 

"I'm a detective dad. I'm doing what I've always wanted to do." Allan smiled. 

"That's awesome!! Why haven't you contacted us?" his dad asked again. 

"I'm not really allowed to without permission from my boss...they have some kind of weird rules at my job." Allan responded calmly. 

"Well, you might have to take up with your boss about contacting us more son. Let's get home, your sisters and mom are excited to see you." his father punched Allan playfully on the shoulder before they pulled into their neighborhood. It has been a long time. 

"You look like a tourist." Michael joked, staring at Aldrich as he wore his large hat and sunglasses. He had done him the favor to drive him to the airport. Aldrich smirked, slightly lowering his shades to stare at Michael. "Better to be safe than sorry." He said, pushing his shades back up. "You know my cellphone anyways, don't you? You should be able to contact me if you need anything." Aldrich hummed. "We'll see. Have a safe flight, I need to get going. I promised Allan I would go visit him and his family." Michael said. Aldrich chuckled. "The human beats me again. Say good luck to him for me." Aldrich said, waving as Michael drove off. Allan would have a month of medical leave, and he deserved it as much. Jacobo didn't tell him any details, but just of what he could get out of him was enough to stir concern. "You've lived enough lifetimes for your mind to adjust to such terrible events. He only has one, and it's enough to break him for life if we don't give him time to heal." Michael sighed, gripping his fists tightly. He couldn't help him, he couldn't protect him...he was failing him as a partner. "(I'll make it right...I have to be better.)" Michael thought, revving up his engine as he drove towards Allan's house. By Allan's house, Allan's mother saw him walk through the door with his father. "Allan!" His mother hurried over, quickly hugging him and kissing his cheeks. "It's so good to see you! Are you alright?! What happened?!" She asked, gently cupping his cheeks. Allan's siblings were quick to run into the room. "Allan's back!" Rosaline cheered, Emilia running right up to Allan and hugging him. "Allan!" She squealed. "Where have you been? You didn't even answer my calls!" Rosaline said.

Edited March 4, 20187 yr by Stardustblade358

(Bye Aldrich ;-; ) 

 

Allan's father, Adam, pulled into the driveway. He helped his son gather his things and the two walked in. 

"I'm home." Allan smiled as he walked through the door. 

His mother ran right up to him, hugging her son and kissing his cheeks. 

"I'm okay, a lot happened Mom, but I am here now." Allan embraced his mother, returning a kiss on the cheek. 

"Dad, these are for you and mom to look at. My medical expenses are covered by my job." Allan handed his father two papers that were clipped together, explaining some things in detail about why Allan had to come home for a month. 

"Emilia! You've grown!" Allan picked up his littlest sister, who was at the tender age of six years old, spun her around, and hugged her. 

"Rosa! I don't have to answer all your calls! Come here." Allan pulled Rosa in for a small hug. 

Rosa was fourteen and at a weird age to where she did not really want to be affectionate. 

"Allan! Mama made cookies for you!" Emilia grabbed Allan's hand, leading him to the kitchen. 

Allan looked back to his parents. 

"We're going to read this, you go ahead and get settled." his mother smiled, Allan nodding and following his sister into the kitchen, Rosaline demanding to take Allan's bags to his room. 

 

In the living room, Adam and Heather read over the report for them both. 

 

Dear Mr. and Ms. Othello, 

 

My name is Mr. Joshua Evington, and I am the director and chief of the company your son works for, M&M. This letter should not bring any concern to you, as your son is safe in our company, but the work he does is secret. We can tell you that he has accomplished his dream of becoming a detective through my company. Right now, your son has been assigned to a month of medical leave. It has come to the conclusion of me and my colleges that because of Mr. Allan Othello's hard work, he deserved a break. Your son was injured on XX-XX-2018 and was admitted to the main branch of Cassio Family Hospitals after some complications with an assignment. Your son had a cracked rib and suffered puncture wounds. Your son is also being monitored psychologically. With Mr. Allan Othello's job, there are situations that can psychologically damage humans like him. Sadly, the incident on XX-XX-2018 and a prior incident on XX-XX-2018 has left us worried about his psychological health. Please keep an eye on him and remember to make sure he is taking administrated drugs. The only people Mr. Allan Othello should be seeing from M&M is his partner, Mr. Michael Cassio, our chief of staff and affairs, whom you shall know as Warden, and myself. 

 

Thank you,

 

Joshua Evington 

 

Heather and Adam read the letter together, the second page was contact information. They placed it down and looked at each other. 

"He's doing what he wants, Adam. We'll just keep an extra eye on him and make sure the kids are sweet to him." Heather placed a hand on Adam's shoulder. 

Adam sighed, nodding to Heather as he looked into the kitchen. Rosaline and Allan catching up while Emilia clung to her big brother. There was a knock on the door, Allan suddenly perking up, checking his phone. Michael was here!! Allan stood up. 

"Michael's here!" Allan walked over to the door, opening it. 

Sure enough, Michael stood in the doorway, flowers in hand. 

"Mom, Dad...please meet Michael Cassio...my partner. Michael, please meet Mr. Adam and Ms. Heather Othello." Allan invited Michael inside, and Rosaline probably died inside to see how attractive Michael was. Emilia didn't know what to really think. Adam saw somebody else to mess with, and Heather saw her son's best friend and protector. 

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Cassio." Heather smiled to Michael, taking his hand. 

"Nice to meet the boy who's straightening up my son." Adam laughed, walking over and placing a hand on Michael's shoulder. 

"N-N-Nice to meet you, Allan's friend!" Rosaline stuttered out, shyly peeking at him. 

Michael was welcome...thank goodness. 

Edited March 5, 20187 yr by Lady Aleister

Michael smiled when he saw Allan open the door. He looked much better already! He stepped into the house as he was introduced to his family, Michael wary to smile without showing off his fangs as he usually did. He shook Heather's hand as he nodded. "It's nice to meet all of you. Please call me Michael." Michael said, looking up at Allan's dad with a chuckle. "More of him straightening me, sir. He has taught me a lot since we became partners." Michael said as he lifted the bouquet. "I didn't know which ones were your favorites, so..." Michael said bashfully. "They're lovely." Heather said, smiling at Allan as she picked up the bouquet. "I'll go ahead and get these in water." She said, hurrying off to do as such. "Cassio. The same as the hospital?" Adam asked, curious. "Yes sir. My parents are the directors." Michael explained as he smiled at Allan. "You're looking much better, Allan. I'm glad." Michael said, relief in his tone. "Would have been nice if he'd actually call us or something." Adam said as he teased Allan. "Our work is rather consuming. We end up losing track of time more often than not." Michael admitted, smiling at Rosaline and Emilia. "Nice to meet the two of you as well." Michael felt nervous, he admitted it. But also calm enough as he followed Allan's lead. He was at home and felt at ease, much more than what he had seen him before. Good.

If his parents weren't right in front of him, Allan would have probably smothered Michael right then and there. However, he must keep himself civil. 

"Michael, you don't have to be nervous." Allan laughed lightly, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the kitchen. 

"Try this." he handed Michael a cookie that his mom made. 

Emilia stayed in the kitchen, staring at Michael as he came in. 

"Michael, this is Emilia. Emilia, this is my partner Michael." Allan introduced his littlest sister to Michael.

Emilia bit into her cookie, looking Michael up and down. 

"You better take care of big brother." Emilia took one big bite out of her cookie before standing up.

Allan wholeheartedly laughed at his littlest sisters comment.

"Emilia! Michael watches out for me!" he kept laughing, watching at Emilia stuck her tongue out at Michael and ran out of the room. 

"Emilia, please don't be rude to our guest!" Heather got onto her, coming into the kitchen. 

"I see you boys are rather close friends." she began to clean up the mess of the cookies, Allan stepping a little bit away from Michael. 

"How about you stay over for dinner tonight Michael. We are going to have garlic broiled chicken, roasted potatoes, rice, and asparagus." his mother offered. 

"That sounds like a great idea." Allan smiled at his mom before turning to Michael. 

Garlic broiled chicken. It was freaking delicious but...Michael couldn't eat it. 

"I haven't really had free time in a while...what should we do before dinner, Michael? Do you have any ideas?" he asked, trying to think of anything. 

 

 

(WHAT DO FRIEnds DO AT EACHOTHERS HOUSE WHATTTTTT) 

(do you really think I have enough friends to know)

 

Michael smiled at Allan as he followed him, quickly taking a bite of the cookie he was offered. It was sweet. Not as sweet as Allan's blood, but pretty sweet. "Hm!" Michael hummed, delighted by it. Michael smiled, kneeling down a bit so he could look at Emilia better. He got his hand over his chest, tilting his head towards her. "I promise to take care of your brother." He said, watching her run off after sticking her tongue out at him. He chuckled and stood up, looking at Allan's mother. "We have been partnered up since he was brought to the department...it's been a long while." He explained, quickly perking up at the offer. "I would love to!" He said, finishing the last of his cookie. He looked over at Michael, humming in thought. He gasped, looking at Allan with gleaming eyes. "Can you show me your room?" Michael asked. A room told a lot about the person. Besides, this was different than the dorm room...it was more personal. Allan led Michael to his room, Michael moving almost as fast as sound as he entered the abode to explore. "Is this where you grew up? What are these posters about? You sure you don't want to bring some of this stuff to your dorm eventually? This place is so much more colorful than your actual dorm." Michael said, jumping onto Allan's bed to inspect if it was comfy. It was comfy. He peeked his head up, waving his feet at the small bookcase. "Which one of these is your favorite?"

Allan laughed lightly at Michael inspecting his room. But the more that he thought about it, Michael probably had not been in a human room in decades. Michael's room back at M&M was decorated, and much cooler than Allan's room at M&M. 

"Woahhh, Michael slow down." he giggled, holding up his hands. 

"I have lived here all my life, thankfully. Those posters of are a video game I played when I was a couple years younger, I got obsessed over it and my mom bought me a poster and thought she was cool. It was thoughtful, so I keep the posters that she bought me." Allan explained before looking at Michael jumping on his bed. 

"That is mine!" Allan sprint towards Michael on his bed, jumping right on top of Michael. 

"I want to bring this bed because it's not uncomfortable and much bigger than the one back at M&M. Maybe my books too." Allan casually lay ontop of Michael, before Michael peeked his head up at the bookcase. 

"A lot of those books are my favorite! The Count of Monte Cristo, I hate 1984 but it's a good book, if I have a book in that shelf, I like it." he explained, rolling over and looking at his bookshelf. 

"I have too many books." he kinda felt like a nerd for that, but Allan liked to gather new information. 

"Some of those books in there are shitty, overpriced college textbooks though." Allan grumbled, sitting back up and closely inspecting the books.

"Oh, I have a book on French that I never really looked at. Do you speak any other languages, Michael?" he asked curiously. 

"I wish I could speak Slovak or Welsh or something. They are such beautiful languages." Allan sighed, flipping through the book about French. 

 

 

(Got to go to work ;-; ) 

Michael chuckled as he eyed the books. "There's no such things as too many books. Out of everything in this world, knowledge is truly eternal." Michael insisted as he took a closer look at the books, picking one up to inspect it. "Je fais. Bien qu'à l'origine je parle roumain*. To many lifetimes in too many places leads to learning a lot to adapt." Michael answered, flipping through the book. He had been alive for centuries, and there were still many things that he had yet to learn. "I'm sure we can get you some classes in your spare time, if you'd like. Speaking other languages is very useful in M&M. It gives you chances to asks for transfer to other HQs in other countries. Kind of like vacation, but with work involved." Michael suggested, staring down at the page. "I can teach you, if you want! Though my Romanian is severely outdated. So much that no one speaks that version of it anymore." He closed the book as he put the book back. He sat up. "We can practice right now! We have some time. I can teach you a few phrases to impress your sisters. Le langage de l'amour est sûr de les entrer, même juste un peu*!" Michael said as he leaned in to look over at Allan's french book. "You were pulled out of college to be hired on the spot, weren't you? Maybe we can convince the Warden to offer you to study online and gain that diploma once and for all? You already have the job permanently...but still."

 

 

*"I do. Although I originally speak Romanian."

*"The language of love is sure to entrance them, even just a bit."

"Its harder for humans to learn new languages compared to vampires. Maybe it is anyways." Allan smiled at Michael's proposal for a language class.

"But, I wouldn't mind taking a language class! It would probably be fun!" he spoke up afterwards.

"M&M pulled me out of college against my will...it was not really cool, at all. I really do need to be allowed to take other classes." Allan put away his French book.

"Michael, you should impress my parents with that Romanian of yours!" he suddenly thought of the best idea to get his parents on Michael's side, only just to like him more. 

"Come on, I have a lot more to show you around here." Allan stood up, helping Michael up behind him. 

The next couple of hours, Allan was able to show Michael more of his room, his old belongings, but they also had managed to keep Emilia entertained with some good old board games. Not before long, it was time for dinner. Dinner of something Michael couldn't eat, but also dinner that Allan's mother made. Rosaline took an extra chair from the living room and put it at the table to Michael as the girls set the table. Allan and Michael sat down to eat, and dinner was finally served. It smelled and looked delicious. A home cooked meal for the first time in a long time. How was Michael going to eat it was the real question. 

 

 

 

 

 

FOOD I WANT TO EAT RIGHT NOW: 

 

 

Michael smiled at the food. It looked delicious, even if he couldn't really stomach it. Especially the garlic roasted meat. But he didn't hesitate as he was served his plate, quickly thanking the family for the food. "Thank you. This looks amazing." Michael said as he picked up a couple of napkins, one for his lap, and another one next to his plate. He cut into the meat, and seemingly placed a piece into his mouth, chewing happily. However, if Allan were to pay close attention, he would notice the pieces that he cut and 'put' into his mouth were showing up on the hidden napkin on his lap. The Vampire was merely pretending to be eating the garlic covered food, using his inhuman speed to put the meat away on his lap while making it look like he was eating it. Hundreds of years and he still had tricks up his sleeve to adjust to humanity. "It's delicious!" Michael said. "I'm glad you like it." Allan's mother said. Allan's father perked up. "So, Michael, how long have you known Allan?" "Since he began to work for the department over a few months ago. We have been assigned as partners since, and still are." Michael explained. "Your voice is weird." Emilia hummed. "Emilia, don't be rude." Allan's mom was quick to scold. "It's ok. It could be my accent. I originally speak German." Michael lied. His Romanian was not the current, modern version. It was the one from much long ago, before centuries of speech evolution made it to the language it was today. Even if he were to speak it, no one would understand it. So, he went for an alternative he could stick to.

Heather Othello's food melt in her son's mouth. Truly, there is something special about a mothers cooking, and after going without it for a long time, it was just twice as delicious. Allan ate...a lot. Which was actually a good thing! Michael probably didn't even know that Allan could eat that much! 

"Thank you so much mom. That was absolutely amazing." Allan picked up his plate. 

"You are very welcome. You must have been hungry." Heather smiled at him as he brought his plate to the sink. 

"I just haven't had a meal as good as yours in a while." he hugged his mother from the side before sitting back down beside Michael. 

"Emilia! Michael's voice is not weird!" Allan was quick to defend Michael.

"Yes it is!" Emilia spoke up. 

"No it is not Emilia." Allan snapped back. 

"Oi, you two hush!" Adam split up the bickering. 

"Sorry." Allan was quick to apologize so he did not get in further trouble, putting his hands in his lap. 

"You're German? I would have actually never guessed." Heather smiled. 

"That is cool." Rosaline dreamily looked to Michael, which was met with a face from Allan screaming for her to back off of his man. 

"Speak some German for us!" Adam gestured to Michael. 

The night continued with Michael showing off his talents some, and a lot of talking between Michael, Allan, and his parents. By the end of the night, both Adam and Heather knew that their son was in safe hands, but still worried deeply about him. They would cherish this month as much as they could. They talked with Michael in private for a little bit about more of their son's mental condition, and after the sun had far set, Heather and Adam agree they would let Allan go back to M&M in a month or sooner if they needed him. They were going to request visits with him via the Warden and they were going to get Allan's college classes back up for him. It was a long talk that needed to happen, and a lot came out of it for a better relationship between Michael and Allan's human parents, and Allan's future as a human person. It was roughly 10 pm before Allan was worn-out tired. 

"I am probably going to head to bed." Allan stretched up.

"It is late, isn't it? Time does fly..." Heather looked back at their grandfather clock. 

"Michael, you are welcome to stay here tonight if you'd like. If not that is okay, just drive safely please." Heather started the dishwasher as she spoke quietly, the other girls were asleep. 

"You probably have a lot of stuff to do in the morning, don't you Michael?" Allan looked over at him. 

The Warden was probably having to give Michael overtime since Allan was not there, Michael was probably just lucky he got to spend a day with Allan. 

"If you can't stay, that's alright. I will call you." he gently smiled at his partner.

Michael smiled. "I thank you for your kindness, but I must head back." Michael said as he looked over at Allan. "Our work is never done, but I will always have time for you, partner." Michael said with a chuckle. Their work never stopped. Not as long as crime and sin itself never stopped either. He quickly got up. "Thank you so much for having me today." Michael said as he bid his farewells to the Othellos. However, right as he was by the door about to step out, he turned to Allan. In a similar fashion of when they first met, he gently took Allan's hand and placed a soft kiss on it. "Good night, Allan." Michael said, letting go of Allan before walking out. He waved goodbye before driving off into the night, pleased to have been able to visit Allan. He arrived at the department rather quickly, meeting up with the Warden as tasked soon after. "There you are. How's Othello?" The Warden asked. "Physically he seems to be better. Being with his family has truly has helped...this break will do him wonders, Warden." Michael said. "That's good. We don't need to break something that we just got." The Warden said, spinning in her chair. "Especially considering that brother of yours almost bit our heads off while insisting on the break." "Better than to risk it." Michael said. The Warden nodded. "Yeah." She turned to Michael. "Well, now that you're back, get yourself some food and quickly head out. We have another call to take care of." "Of course." Michael said as he quickly picked up the file and hurried off. "We truly are lucky to have you around." Michael paused, but only for a moment, before moving on.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9WsZoceais

 

Fire. It was all one could see from the outside. The torches of the people as they surrounded the manor, their screams overshadowed by the sound of shattering glass. The sound of footsteps as the servants ran, everyone scattering to escape the wrath of the people. Death, they called, to the monsters of the manor. To the blood suckers, the killers, the freaks, the vampires. "Jacobo, wake up! We have to run!" Michael shook the heir awake, pulling him out of his room as he ran. He held Jacobo's hand as he led him outside of his room and into the hall, barely glancing as the men breached the front door. The loyal servants stayed and pushed the people back, only to suffer from their wrath as they forced themselves further into the household. Michael ran into the library, locking the doors behind them and pushing a table to block it. Jacobo listened to the muffled noises outside as Michael wasted no time. He hurried to the fireplace, ripping the burnt wood out of its stand as he struggled to pull the piece of stone, revealing a hidden passageway. "Jacobo, quickly!" Michael yelled. Jacobo ran, Michael leading him in. "Come with me!" Jacobo asked, tears in his eyes. "I can't! I must distract them! Hurry and follow the path! It shall lead you outside. Run and search for your parents! Go!" Michael hissed. Jacobo lowered his head, climbing down as Michael quickly pushed the stone back into place. He sat, breathing heavily as he listened to the wooden door crack under the pounds of the angry villagers, trying to reach into the room. Once, long ago, fire brought comfort. It brought warmth and light in the cold of the night. A sense of security. But not anymore. For it was all that he saw as his skin burned into his bones, and his throat became raw with the smoke. Fire brought comfort no longer. Only fear.

The next month passed by very, very slowly. Allan and Michael kept in touch as much as they could, but Allan knew Michael was as busy as ever. The Warden surprisingly did not call Allan back to work and let him have his time off. It was just two days before the end of his month break, when one early morning, The Warden called up Allan. 

"Othello, are you doing okay?" she was actually more civil than she usually was.

"Yes ma'am. Thank you for asking. Is everything alright over there? I have not heard anything in a while." Allan stepped out of the living room where his sisters were watching TV in, outside to a quieter place where not that many people would hear him. 

"That is what I called you for. I need a human on this case and your break ends in two days, but I fear that if I wait two days, it might spread to others." The Warden tapped her pen on her desk. 

"Lay it on me. What have you got going on." Allan sat in a patio chair as he watched a car drive down his road. 

"There is something going on in the Silva District, a sickness perse. It is infecting both domesticated and farm animals, and some of the animals have died from it. It's not a funny sickness, and it is spreading from animal to monsters and our agents. So far, it does not infect humans, but it has two of our agents down...including your werecat friend. We aren't pinpoint on when symptoms show up, but we know for sure that it does not infect humans." The Warden explaned. 

"It has Draven?" Allan asked, sitting up. 

"He was the second to get infected. It causes animals and monsters to go savage. We've had to keep Draven and the other agent in confinement. Since almost all of our staff has a possibility to contract it, we need you, Othello." the Warden said sincerely. 

"Yes ma'am. I will be there in about an hour." Allan nodded his head. 

"Thank you." The Warden hung up, Allan put his phone back in his pocket. 

He walked inside and found his parents. He explained the situation in the simplest terms possible without giving anything away. 

"So your break is over?" Heather asked calmly. 

"I'm sorry." Allan lowed his head. 

"It's okay, you can't say no." Heather took her son in her arms, hugging him tightly. 

Adam hugged his son afterward. 

"I'll tell your sisters, you go on and get ready to go." he let go and Allan nodded, heading upstairs to get packed. 

Allan put together a suitcase with some of his old clothes and belongings from his room, and his little sisters ran upstairs crying to see their brother go again. It was a sad, and hard goodbye for the Othello family, but they allowed their son to go back to M&M. Allan arrived in M&M within two hours of the Warden's call, parking his car and walking through those large doors for the first time in weeks. The familiar scent and sounds of his work coming back to him. He rolled his suitcase behind him, walking up to the front desk and ringing the little bell beside the window. The Warden's notable wild, blue hair turned as she turned her head to the front desk. Allan Othello was back, and ready for duty.

 

~Frenzy Sickness Arc: START!~ 

The Warden turned, smirking as he saw Allan. "About time. Get your stuff away and follow me. I need to brief you properly." The Warden said, leading Allan down to the main part of the HQ. They got Allan's things away in his room before hurrying down to the lower levels, deep underground beyond of what Allan had ever gone. "These levels are usually restricted, but I have to show you what we are dealing with." The Warden explained as they stepped out of the elevator. They walked down the large hall, the Warden leading Allan to a room. The Warden showed her wrist at the door, scanned it, and then opened up for her, allowing her and Allan inside. Inside was a type of control room, with multiple cameras and screens. The Warden suggested to a specific screen, showing Draven locked up in a cell. He was transformed, a wild look in his eyes as he was uncontrollable, attacking anything and everything, jumping from his own shadow. "When he began to show side effects he thought he just had gotten a cold. By the time it progressed, it was uncontrollable. He attacked Tabitha." The Warden said, glancing at Allan. "She is alright, but we had to sedate him and the others and isolate them until we can figure something out." The Warden's eyes narrowed. "Allan, this is dangerous. We must find the source of this before it's too late. This could not only jeopardize the lives of countless of people, but it can risk exposing the world we have tried so hard to keep secret." The Warden said, quickly handing him a file. "You and Michael will be visiting the last places where we suspect they got infected. Michael is taking precautions in case it is either airborne or contact based. But if he begins to show signs, call us. Other than that," The Warden handed him a couple of Garlic Bombs and a wooden stake. "Keep these, just in case. Michael will meet with you in the parking lot." The Warden said, quickly sending Allan off. In the elevator, Allan stood with another man. He had long reddish hair tied up in a loose ponytail, wearing a unconfirmed suit. However what stood out most were his eyes, which were a chartreuse phosphorescent color. The man glanced at Allan, tilting his head a bit. "You're...Allan, right? The human of this department?" He asked, smirking a bit. "You're shorter than I expected. I've heard a lot from you." The man offered his hand for a shake. "I'm Alexander Howle."

The Warden brought Allan deep into the underground of M&M, into parts that were head-of-staff only. 

"Is Tabitha alright? I have only seen monsters like the maybe once or twice..." Allan kept his eyes on Draven. 

This was a risky thing to deal with. It could expose the monsters to normal humans and could cause complete chaos. He took the file from the Warden, quickly flipping through it. He would look more in-depth in the car. Michael was taking precautions, good...but Allan had to take precautions as well. The Warden handed him garlic bombs and a wooden stake. 

"Just in case he goes into a frenzy...I am supposed to attack him?" Allan asked, a little slow just so he could make sure he was hearing the Warden right. 

"That is correct. I know it's a lot to put on you so suddenly, but the M&M doesn't need you dead." The Warden warned. 

"Yes ma'am." Allan nodded silently, putting the stake and garlic bombs in his backpack. 

Allan was sent off, hopping into the elevator. He rode with another man, who kept staring at Allan. The man spoke up first before Allan could say anything. 

"Yes sir, I am Allan Othello. Please do not call me short." Allan shook the man's hand. 

"Alexander Howle? Alexander is my middle name. If I am not mistaken, you're a grim reaper, aren't you? I've done my reading and those eyes of yours gives it all away. Should I be concerned for myself, Mr. Howle?" Allan let go of Alexander's hand. 

"Should I be concerned for Michael even? I don't know if reapers are allowed to hand out that kind of information, but if I could just have an idea, that would help me with my mission~" Allen was pleading just to know a little bit. 

Grim reapers were super interesting creatures who knew who was going to die and when, so if there was one here, that means someone is to die soon.  

Alexander stared at Allan, chuckling a bit at his attitude. He looked up at the doors. "I am simply here to warn the institution of...incoming deaths." Alexander said, gripping his hands tight. "Grim Reapers are not allowed to interact with the living, much less to intervene with the matters between life and death. However, I am not a common Grim Reaper, and thus, I came to warn that something big is coming, and that you must all be on watch. Death is predicted, but it can be avoided with enough warnings." Alexander explained. He turned to look at Allan, his gaze piercing. "One of you two will die today, Othello." Alexander warned. "It's already been written, and there is only one thing left to do; wait and see who lives, and who dies." Alexander warned, suddenly pulling out a piece of paper. It had Allan's picture on it, his name and personal information, including date of birth...and date of death. Right to the hour and minute. "I am here to warn you, Othello...if you want to see your family again, and save the day, you'll have to make a decision...I just hope you do the right one." Alexander warned, quickly taking the paper away as the doors opened. "Alexander." From beyond the elevator, on the floor another Grim Reaper appeared; Nikolas. "I've been waiting for you. Come on, we have to get moving." Nikolai warned. Alexander nodded, turning to Allan with a frown. "Think about my warning, Allan. You have been given the unique gift of knowing what awaits you. Don't waste it." Alexander said, his eyes softening as he turned and stepped off the elevator, joining his partner as they walked away. "What were you doing with that human? Are you trying to scare him?" "I want to see how he does. If it changes anything." "Do you really think it will?" "Who knows. We have already warned the Warden. Now, we have to warn the Hunters."

What do you do when you are told you only have a couple of hours left to live? Allan's face paled at the sight of his death listing, it was listed at today's date, and a time just two hours from now. Allan heed to Alexander's warning. If he wanted to live, he would have to be careful and make the right choices for himself. This was an extremely risky mission, and hearing that he was to die in two hours, only made the mission riskier. Alexander stepped out of the elevator, telling Allan to think about his decisions. Allan nodded slowly to Alexander before the elevator doors closed once again, leading Allan to the parking deck. Allan walked silently to where Michael parks, his weapons against Michael in his bag, and his weapons to defend himself in his holster. Although his death could be just inches in front of him, as soon as Allan saw Michael, he quickly ran up to him, embracing his partner tightly. 

"We need to be extremely careful today, okay? Let's keep an eye out for each other." Allan swung into Michael's car, handing him the file as he entered. 

The engine started, and they were on there the way to the Silva district...where monsters were going into a frenzy. They were headed right into a no-mans land. 

Michael wore a cotton mouth mask over his face, covering his mouth and nose. Until they could discover what kind of sickness they were dealing with, they had to take precautions. "I'm sorry that you had to come two days early, Allan." Michael said. He didn't expect the tight hug from Allan, but he shouldn't be surprised at his reaction. They were dealing with something never seen before; a sickness that affects monsters and monsters alone. They had to be wary. "Understood." Michael said as he picked up the file, giving it a quick glance as he entered his car. "The sickness has targeted a few civilians already. Draven had gone in order to search using his scent. He must've found something to have contracted it. We'll be heading to his last known location at a farm within the Silva District." Michael explained as he turned on the car and speed off, driving them towards their destination. The Silva District was mostly rural, with lots of forest and plains, popular for farming. The sickness started here, and they had to make sure it ended here. They reached the farm, Sunny Ranch, which was owned by the family of one of the first victims to the sickness. Michael and Allan quickly hurried to the household to greet the owners. "Hello, we're from M&M. We're here to investigate your property further." Michael explained. "Understood." The man said, frowning as he looked at the two of them. "Do you really think it could have come from our farm?" "We cannot be certain until we investigate further. We do ask that you keep your cattle within the restricted area until we can clear it." Michael explained. "Of course." The man said, nodding as he closed the door. Michael turned to Allan, walking further into the property with him, all the way to the very edge of it, the fence separating the forest. "According to the man, his wife chased after their pet after it had jumped over the fence. Their pet proceeded to bite her, and that was when the sickness transmitted to her. Other cases we suspect have actually gotten into the animal's food, though we can't be sure...whatever is happening, the answer is in this forest. Draven went in to investigate and...well." Michael shook his head. "Are you ready?"

Allan and Michael arrived at the farm where the disease began. That was not a good idea at all, but Michael and Allan had no choice. They walked to the very edge of the property. 

"Am I ready? No, of course not." Allan jumped the fence, helping Michael up and over. 

The leaves of the forest crunched under Allan's feet. 

"This is risky but kinda exciting. I haven't been in a forest in a long time. Let's just be careful and listen out for anything." Allan grabbed onto Michael's hand before they began treading into the forest. They had to make sure they made a path to get back, so they kicked up leaves and marked trees to help navigate. 

They were quiet as they listened and carefully observed around them. It only took a little bit before they began to come upon footprints near a riverbank. Allan leaned down, inspecting the footprint. 

"Michael, look at this. It has to be just a couple of days old." Allan leaned up, looking past the small stream. 

Allan's hand reached for Michael. 

"Michael. Look." Allan tapped his shoulder, pointing past the stream. 

The trees were scratched to hell with claw marks from Draven, signs of struggle all on the ground and foliage. Allan's hand began shaking. Now that he thought about it...it had been just about two hours since Allan and Michael left M&M. 

"Michael, we need to get out of here." Allan turned sharply to his partner, his hand on his bag. 

Michael followed Allan, taking note of their surroundings. Signs of struggle, claw marks covering the trees, broken branches on the floor. It was a mess. "Draven was definitely here." Michael hummed, looking around as he walked further. He perked his head up at Allan's suggestion, turning to him. "Allan, we just got here. We can't back down now." Michael insisted. "You're the only human in this department currently. You're needed to check this through." Michael asked, worried. He hadn't seen Allan like this, not in the many situations they had been involved before. This fear was new. "What's wrong?" Michael asked, his tone soft. Above them in the trees, a figure stood, holding a sniper rifle. The figure looked over at Michael and at Allan, quickly aiming at Allan's neck. The figure focused before shooting, the silencer on the rifle blocking the sound. Michael's eyes narrowed as he suddenly raised his hand up, catching the projectile just moments before it could hit Allan. Michael gently opened his hand, revealing a...dart? A purple liquid was inside, the syringe brand new. "A...dart?" Michael asked, his eyes snapping to the trees above. The figure's eyes widened, gasping as it grabbed the rifle and began to run off. Michael growled. He turned to Allan, handing him the dart. "If you don't feel safe, get this back to the car. I'm going after the suspect!" Michael said, turning away as he ran off after the suspect, deeper into the forest. Now Allan had a choice to make...each with different consequences.

"You're right Michael, I'm sorry. Let's just be careful, please." Allan took a deep breath before Michael stepped closer to him, asking him what was wrong. 

Allan opened his mouth to explain before Michael's eyes narrowed and his hand suddenly shot up, catching something from hitting Allan. Allan's eyes turned straight from where it came from. 

"What the hell was that?" he cursed, turning to Micahel. 

"A dart...?" they asked at the same time. 

Michael suddenly handed Allan the dart, instructing him to go back to the car with the dart. Um, hell no. Allan wasn't going to do that. 

"Michael, wait!!" Allan sprint after Michael, who had darted off into the forest. 

He could barely keep up with the vampire before he got ahead for a little bit, Allan running under some shrubs to where Michael was. 

"Michael...I'm not leaving you in a forest like this by yourself." he approached Michael who was leaning down in front of a...metal door on the ground? 

"Are you okay?" Allan placed a hand on his shoulder before looking down at the door. 

He and Michael met eyes. 

"We might as well go down..." he sighed heavily, leaning down and carefully and slowly turning the latch to the door. 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-JXV7tHHRw

 

 

Michael looked down at the metal hatch in the ground. This wasn't in the report, nor in the maps of the area. Hell, he doubted the farmers even knew that this was here. But what was it? He looked up at Allan, before looking back down. "I'm fine. But this...is odd." Michael said as he looked down at the hatch. What exactly was this? A shelter? As Allan opened the latch, it squeaked, revealing a ladder leading down into the deep. "Let me go first." Michael said, quickly stepping down as he slid down the ladder. It was pretty deep, the bottom revealing a long, dark hallway. Michael took out his gun, holding it tightly as he switched on his flashlight. "Stay close." Michael hummed as the two made their way down the hall, turning to Allan. "Allan, send an update to the Warden through your phone, and send her the coordinates of this thing. We might need to call for backup depending on what we find." Michael asked, walking down the eerie hallway, only the light of the flashlight lighting the way. Even in such conditions, Michael could still see beyond the light a tad bit further than what the flashlight allowed. Eventually the hallway led to a large, empty room. He couldn't sense anyone in it, stepping in as he glanced around. He could see a door leading to another room. "What is this place?" Michael asked. Suddenly the opening behind them slammed shut, a mechanical door slamming down and locking into place. Blinding lights suddenly lit the room up as the sound of a radio crackled in the background. "Hello?! Is this working?!" A voice spoke from the speakers installed in the walls. Michael glanced around, looking for the source. "Who are you?!" Michael hissed. "The real question should be who the hell are you, waltzing into my building as if you'd owned the place!" The voice spoke. It was a man, and he sounded rather annoyed about it. Michael finally spotted a camera at the very corner of the room. He took out his badge, showing it. "We are detectives for the police department. We have been searching for strange activity in the area. Is this your doing?" Michael asked. The man huffed a bit. "Detectives, huh?" The voice asked. There was silence, before he laughed loudly. "Right, detectives! Sorry about that!" The man said, his voice lively before suddenly taking a sharp turn, emotion drained from his voice. "...don't you patronize me, monster." Michael growled. "So you're the one responsible for the incidents in the district?" "You can say that." "Why?! Have you any idea what you're doing?!" "I'm helping you become what you have always been!" The voice screamed, heavy breaths taken before it continued. "For years they ridiculed me. Called me out on my theories and stripped me of my titles. 'Monsters don't exist!'. But they did. You do! But now they'll know. With this, you'll finally reveal your true selves to humanity, you'll become the monsters I always knew you were! Everyone will see that I was right after all!" The voice spoke, chuckling to himself. "You're insane." Michael hissed, glaring as he turned to the door on the other side of the room. He didn't say another word, dashing towards the door as he began to punch it, the layers of steel slowly bending. Before Michael could get through, from the ceiling a purple smoke began to fill the room with a loud hissing sound. Michael glanced up, his eyes widening. "What-?!" As he inhaled the smoke, his body wrecked violently, Michael coughing as he fell onto his knees. He gasped for air as his eyes began to glow, his pupils turning into slits as his teeth sharpened like canines. He scratched the floor beneath, coughing and gasping as his body convulsed. The man laughed. "Do you feel it? Do you feel yourself returning to your roots? To what truly makes you what you are?" The voice spoke, the sound of shuffling in the background as he did. While it did nothing to Allan, to Michael it was as if another person was trying to invade his mind, desperately trying to control his own body. "I've always wanted to watch two monsters fight." The voice admitted softly as he pressed something. His voice was suddenly replaced with a soft song, playing pleasantly in the speakers as Michael screamed in pain, his scream no longer even human.

Edited March 23, 20187 yr by Stardustblade358

Michael jumped down the hatch first, Allan was quick to follow, staying close behind Michael as he instructed him to send coordinates to the Warden. 

"On it." Allan opened his phone, and after just a couple of seconds had coordinates sent to the Warden. 

 

To: WARDEN

 

We are okay for right now. Sending you our location. XXX-XXX-XXX. Will call if backup is needed. Be on standby. 

 

OTHELLO

 

They walked further down the dark hall, Allan trailing right behind his partner before they came to an open space. As soon as Michael questioned where they were, a door right behind Allan slammed shut, and blinding white lights suddenly shone upon the two. The buzz of the lights was all they heard for a second before a radio crackled, a speaker was inside the walls. 

"Hello?! Is this working?!" 

Allan jumped at the sudden voice. Michael scanning the room for a camera, demanding to know who the hell just locked them up here. Michael showed his badge to a camera that was quite hard to spot. Michael explained who they were, asking the voice if the strange activity in this area was his doing. 

"Detectives, huh?"

There was silence before the voice laughed loudly. 

"Right, detectives! Sorry about that!"

Allan rolled his eyes, who the hell was this guy? He was cocky and Allan didn't like it. 

"...don't you patronize me, monster." 

Michael growled at this, Allan stepping back a tad. This was the guy responsible for all of this! Shit. That isn't good. Michael questioned, the voice answered his reasons...but Allan realized something as the man spoke. This dude thought Allan was a monster. HA! Michael ran for the door on the other side of the room, charging at it with his strength, and began to bend the metal. Before he could bring it down, however, a purple smoke suddenly filled the room. 

"Michael! Don't breathe it in!" Allan frantically called. 

Too late. Michael's body wrecked violently, he cough as he fell to his knees. He gasped for air as his eyes began to glow, his pupils turning into slits as his teeth sharpened like canines. He scratched the floor beneath, coughing and gasping as his body convulsed. The man laughed.

"Do you feel it? Do you feel yourself returning to your roots? To what truly makes you what you are?" 

Allan scrambled to Michael's side, placing a hand on his shoulder that was met with a growl from him, his eyes turning sharply to Allan. Allan's heart skip a beat, his breath stopping as Michael stared at him inhumanly. Allan stepped away, sharply turning his eyes to the camera. 

"I've always wanted to watch two monsters fight."

The voice chuckled, before going silent, a soft, old song replacing his voice which caused Michael to scream out. Between the song and Michael screaming, Allan wanted to do nothing more than to just cover his ears. But he couldn't do that. Allan pulled his gun, looking dead at the camera, cocking the gun. 

"Too bad for you, I'm a f***ing human. So suck it motherf***er." Allan cursed loudly, shooting the camera multiple times to get it to shut off. That music would not stop though. 

Allan pulled his phone while Michael was in place. 

 

To WARDEN: 

 

NEED BACKUP.

 

OTHELLO 

 

Hopefully his messages sent, because as soon as he put his phone away, Michael had stood up, and had his eyes right on Michael. And they were thirsty for blood. Allan gulped, scrambling to his bag, pulling the wooden stake. He didn't charge after Michael though, his hands were shaking. Alexander Howle's words echoed in Allan's head. 

"One of you two will die today, Othello. It's already been written, and there is only one thing left to do; wait and see who lives, and who dies."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHl0tGnKCFY

 

"Momma, I have a question."

 

Michael sat in front of a vanity, candlelight shimmering against the mirror as his mother brushed his hair from behind. "What is it dear?" His mother asked, carefully brushing out the knots. "Well, I've been thinking about it for a while but..." Michael hummed, looking at his mother's reflection in the mirror. "Have you not noticed that the masters do not eat?" At the question his mother's hands froze, stopping mid movement as she stared down at Michael. "I mean, I've never seen them eat. We cook for the children, but not for them. I haven't seen them drink either. I mean there's that wine that they drink but they don't even share it with anyone-!" Michael hummed, pausing as he noticed his mother's silence. "...momma?" His mother shook her head as he continued to brush his hair. "We don't question that kind of thing, Michael." She said. "Why?" "Because it's not or business. We are servants, we do not question our masters." "But it's odd!" Michael turned to face his mother. "It's not natural! Everyone has to eat and drink! They don't eat and drink! They don't ever step out in the garden either. Are they sick? Are they afraid-?" Michael asked. His sentence was cut short, however, as his mother slapped him across the face, the sound echoing in the room. Michael blinked, feeling his cheek as it began to burn, the imprint of his mother's hand slowly becoming red. Before he could question it, his mother brought him into his arms, hugging him close. "Michael," She began, whispering into his ear. "We do not question such things in this household. The masters are kind and provide for us in exchange for our loyalty. We do not question them, regardless of what they do, do you understand, Michael?" She asked, shaking Michael's shoulders as she held him tightly. "Promise me you will not speak of this kind of thing to anyone ever again. Do you understand?" She hissed. Michael blinked, slowly nodding. "...yes momma." He said. He didn't search further into the topic, not wanting to anger her further. He didn't question it again.

 

...

 

"No one knows how we began. Not even the oldest of our kind. We just came to be. We are said to have inspired Vlad the Impaler...or he inspired us. From the beginning we have always been taught the same; we must survive by feeding on those who we hide from." On the floor sat Michael, listening to his father's words as he read them off an old book. It had been a month since the...transformation, now living in an estate far from where he was born and raised. He was still getting used to it all. He was still learning of how to live a whole new life all over again, and his masters, his now parents, were more than happy to teach him all that he needed to know. "So I can't go out into the garden anymore?" Michael asked. "Not in the daytime, no. The sunlight will harm you and it is painful, as you experienced just recently." Vilhelm explained. Michael nodded, frowning as he scuttled closer to him. "I can't eat food either?" "It won't fill you." "No more garlic?" "Especially garlic." Michael huffed. "I never liked it anyway." Vilhelm frowned, gently rubbing Michael's head. "Michael, do you regret being alive in this state?" Vilhelm asked. "As one of us?" "I...don't know." Michael sighed. "I was in pain. So much pain before you bit me. I was hoping that death would grant me peace and you saved my life. There is nothing I can possibly do to repay you for that. I should be grateful but at the same time it's..." Michael spoke, burying his face against Vilhelm's leg. "I'm sorry." Vilhlem said, closing the book. "Allow us to teach you what we can, and if you decide that you do not wish to continue living...we will help you seek peace." Vilhlem said. Michael nodded, looking up at Vilhlem. "Sorry, ma-...father." "I'm sorry too." There was a pause, before Michael looked back up. "How were we...before we adjusted to society?" Michael asked. Vilhlem's eyes narrowed, glancing down at the weathered book.

 

"...We were monsters."

 

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6GQvP3U5Jlk

 

Michael had never felt this way before. It was a sick feeling that invaded his body, trying to take to control against his will. A lurching hunger piercing his stomach and body as his bones ached. Natural, savage instincts buried deep down from years of evolution were suddenly surging back. A fight or flight instinct forced into him, unable to push it away, and all of his instincts were screaming at him to fight. Michael screamed, his body arching back as he held his head. His senses overwhelmed beyond control as his eyes darted across the room, finding the only living thing in the room with him; Allan. He hissed, dashing straight at Allan. Before Allan could register,  Michael was already in front of him. Michael leaped at Allan, his hands slamming on either side of Allan's head so hard that the concrete from each side crumbled beneath his palms. Michael growled, crawling over Allan like a beast crawling over its prey. Michael kept his face, and his fangs, close at Allan, his breath heated against his flesh. There was no way to escape, all exits blocked and a bloodthristy monster hovering just feet away from his neck. "A...Allan...!!!" Michael spoke, his voice raspy as he struggled to breathe evenly. He was drooling. "...Allan...!!!" Michael hissed, pushing Allan against the floor as he got even closer, his mouth right by Allan's neck. A single move and he could either drink him dry, or just as easily rip his throat apart, and that was if he wasn't kind enough to just snap his neck. If Allan was waiting for his death, it was coming at him slowly. Michael grabbed a hold of Allan's arms, pushing him against the floor beneath hard enough to bruise before he suddenly grabbed Allan's hand. "Allan...!!!" Michael gasped. Before Allan could do anything, Michael suddenly grabbed a hold of Allan's hands and pushed the stake right into his chest, piercing his skin as warm blood dripped into Allan's hands and chest. Michael gritted his teeth, holding Allan's hands until they turned white. "Allan...r...run...!!!" Michael whispered, suddenly pushing himself against the stake even further, the stake almost disappearing into his chest. By this point Allan's front part of the uniform was covered in Michael's blood. Michael gently allowed himself to press his forehead against Allan's, for a single moment the bloodlust in his eyes replaced with worry. "...stop him...Allan..." 

"Shit." Allan cursed, Michael's body arching back as he held his head. 

Allan stepped to run from him, but as he lurched forwards, Michael was already in front of him. Michael's hands slammed Allan's head into the concrete wall, the radio sending feedback for a second. Concrete crumbled beside Allan as he cried out in pain, his ears ringing, eyes turning painfully to Michael. His fangs bared, eyes wild as his fangs just a little ways away from drinking Allan dry or ripping him apart. 

"A...Allan...!!!" Michael spoke, his voice raspy. 

Allan pulled up his arm with the stake before Michael hissed out his name again, slamming Allan to the floor, Michael even closer to his neck, ready for the kill.

Allan drew his hand back, "Allan...!!!". 

Allan's hand thrust forward, Michael catching it, and aiding him, the wooden stake driving into Michael's chest. Michael did not let go of Allan's hands. 

"Allan...r...run...!!!" Michael whispered, pushing the stake further. 

Blood spilled all over Allan's uniform and down his arms, Michael gently pressed his forehead to Allan's. Michael's eyes were worried for a second, while Allan's were full of horror. 

"...stop him...Allan..." 

Allan forced his hands away from Michael's, scrambling up, and towards the metal door that was ready to bend at any second. Allan used what he learned in training, and pushed that door hard enough to where the crashed to the ground. Michael trashed as Allan ran, he ran down the long hallway, the music fading away. The suspect heard the door crash down, sticking his head out of a doorway to see what it was, and was met with Allan running full speed down the hallway. The suspect duck his head back inside the doorway, locking the door behind him and retreat into whatever room he was in. Allan threw himself against the door as it closed. 

"OPEN THIS F***ING DOOR OR I'LL OPEN IT FOR YOU." Allan screamed at the suspect. 

Radio feedback came through the hallways. 

"Oh, what a sharp mouth. Are you sure you want to open that door? It will be a tragedy for you, or for your little detective friend." the suspect laughed manically. 

Allan let out a frustrated noise and began to kick the door down with the passion he had left in him. It took a couple of shoves, but it broke from its hinges, falling onto stairs leading up. 

 

(OH NOW I GET TO MAKE YOU MAKE A CHOICE HAHAHA)