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Beeping...the smell of antiseptic...a fading heartbeat. Drifter gazes at his beloved. Grey and wrinkled from aging, the curse of being human. Unlike himself, his appearance forever locked in time, he cannot age, and is unable to die with his mortal lover.

He cups his beloved's face and rests his head against his. Whispering sweet nothings to the man, unable to hear his words like he used to. He smiles as he feels Drifter's deep voice vibrate against his thinning skin. Drifter mouths something that makes the other man sigh as he's handed his gun.

The one he used in his youth, the one he said he'd kill his love with. With a final breath and a squeeze, a loud bang and thud of a body hitting the floor before the heart beat flattens. Both men smiled, knowing they would meet again in another life.

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"Oh how I love you, cher~ all the stars in the sky cannot compare my love for you~" Drifter coos at an aging Mirage, holding his hand gently, rubbing his claws against his wrinkled hands, over his knuckles, easing the pain of years of wear and tear.

His mortal lover no longer can hear his rough voice. However, he still remembers the voice clearly; he could hear his low gruff voice in the depths of his memories, cooing at him a soft tune about how the sun, the moon, all the water on earth, the stars, and cosmos will never compare to his beauty even as he's old and grey, how he'll never love another man as much as he loves his cher.

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Mina wakes up in a cold sweat. She pants and takes in her surroundings, this isn't....the bar--the what? It was on the tip of her tongue, but the harder she tried to remember, the more the name disappeared. She heard a worried groan and looked over. There lay her partner, pock--arin? Her head was full of cotton, and it was very disorienting. She rubs her face and furrows her brows when she feels a cool metal against her cheek. She pulls her hand away and sees a ring. Multiple actually. An engagement ring she recognizes and a...wedding band?

She shakes awake Arin and, without a word, takes off their nightshirt. They sputter and blush as Mina feels them up, searching for something that isn't there. They stare at each other before Mina gets up and leaves their shared home. Usually, she wouldn't be caught dead in her pjs, but this matter was urgent. She throws on Arin's coat and shoes and walks out into the open. New York was oddly quiet today. She looked like a walking fashion disaster.

She goes to the hotel she remembers, something in her body told her she was close, and to her disappointment, it was condemned. After a few searches on her phone, she learns it's been closed for a couple of decades. This doesn't stop her from breaking in and poking around. The closer she gets to room 104. She pauses and turns the knob; it opens. Which is odd because all the other doors were rotted away or completely unable to open, she pushes it open and comes into a room trapped in time. It's very familiar. Everything was covered in dust and had a musty smell, but it looked exactly how she remembered it...? She's never been here before, has she...? She was overwhelmed with a sudden feeling of grief, she tears up and wipes them away, frustratedly, tears won't solve the mystery of why she left so empty...so cold and alone.

She sat down at the vanity and stared into the mirror, pausing as her mind flashed a man, a man in red, with a stupid hat and stupid gloves
hands...but she couldn't remember his face, she could feel his tender touch and soft praise, but nothing else, she...she could remember his eyes...they were an ungodly cyan color.

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Mina cannot remember what her last night as a human was like. Hazy...She remembers her parents excitedly telling her they had gotten her a life-changing gift, and it involved her auntie. Mina remembers her auntie well. Bring her gifts and stay with her when others ran from her...anger and hatred.

She remembers her fondly, and nothing can taint their relationship. She trusts her auntie. So, finding out she'll give her the gift of immortality. She was more than thrilled! She remembers being escorted to a room full of blank-faced men and women mingling around. The only noticeable thing about them was a red string around each of their necks. She remembers being given a beverage and enjoying the sweet, fruity wine....then nothing.

She can remember the sharp pain and numbness, the warmth of her body leaving her. She remembers a feeling of a pair of lips on her forehead and several words spoken at her, but her brain wasn't...understanding. Then she woke up...hungry...so....hungry...she remembers screams and being covered in something warm, her stomach ached from an indescribable taste. A shrill laugh and then... nothing once more. She woke up during the day. Imagining everything had been a fever dream, only to open the curtains and let out a blood-curdling scream as her skin began to burn.

Her first exposure to the unspoken hells of an unlife she wasn't ready for.

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If you asked Jane about her newest fledgling. She would coo and fawn over you and tell you it was her niece and how she took being a vampire so well! She gushes over how strong she is and how proud she is of herself! But if you are Itoh, Jane's favorite spawn, you'd know better. Ms Doe always had strings attached to her doings. Despite her love for the younger vampire, being true and the purest form of love the woman can offer, her bitterness for unlife will always control her. Fear and bitterness hold control over her like a puppet on strings.

Her darling niece, whom she swore never to touch. Wanted to become the thing she feared the most. Now regretting her decision, she decided she'll have to kill two birds with one stone. Let her darling niece participate in that silly ritual that promised wishes that would change one's life forever, for better or worse. Let her dethrone the current viscount and ascend to her throne. Being her sire, she'll have more pull, deciding to use her years of seducing men and women into doing her bidding, her darling has always struggled on that front, and she will be using that against her.

Poison her over time, driving the poor girl into crying and pleading for her to help, to provide guidance once more. She'll gladly take her darling under her wing once more and guide her further into destruction and madness until the fledgling mentally crumbles, then Jane will step in and offer the girl an out. Give her one last perfect day before ending her unlife, born in the same room where she took her humanity away, with regret, she'll lay her darling niece down with the rest of the people she has stomped out of her way before. This won't be the last person, but it will be the only one she'll regret killing.

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Once the gods created the sun and moon, destined to always be counterparts, to circle each other for endlessly until time stops existing and gods cease to exist and they know they'll never be together for long, but the small moments they share are treasured endlessly, the god decided one day to give the sun and moon bodies, they come and go, many people lived long lives not knowing their were the moon, the sun, the stars, time in space that flushed out the life that came into its orbit.

Soon born was a Cajun man, hair dark as night and given a life full of bleakness; the only light that came to him was a star he held onto dearly, only to lose her not long after, becoming a monster. tearing his family apart, expelled from his home, never to look back. He was no longer a man, but a beast, a concept, he shed his humanity and became the moon, watching the people from the dark of the sky, not stars to be seen well, he was awake and on the prowl. His eyes were the only thing to light the night sky in a red haze.

Many years go by, and the moon was alone, no sun to light up the world, plunged in constant darkness. The people in the world, forever in the shadows of the moon's constant gaze, creatures forever asleep, the moon was unable to feel anything, and was always constantly hungering for something more. The moon yearns for something, something he hasn't felt since he became...the moon...the monster in the night.

As time goes on, a man, with hair as deep as the earth, darkened by the bleak, cold world, the one without a sun, the moon long forgotten what it left to be warm. His eyes light up the world around him, marking him as the sun. the one the moon has longed for. Now born once again, the world starts to heal and change.

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The overwhelming scent of blood was the first thing drifter registered. The iron in the air was so thick and heady, enveloping him in a warm embrace. His claws where digging into an unknown pile of flesh. Who was he feeding from, why did the blood taste so familiar, so intoxicating...

No....
Please don't be...

The image in front of him, made his stomach churn, throwing up the contents of his stomach onto the carpet floor, until yellow bile was all there was left.

His vision focused, on the gruesome scene before him.

There lay a body, one with 「    」 blood gushing, oozing from 「    」his stomach lurches, dry heaving, unable to remove the feeling that filled his stomach with guilt. His eye blurred...head... barely hanging on by a thread, glazed eyes...heartbeat no longer

He....
H....

Drifter let's vitriol shrill noise, jolting awake. His body tangled with a warm body, the scent makes his empty stomach hurt. The scent was familiar... soothing and warm. The same from his...dream... Drifter immediately wakes up Mirage with him checking the man over for injuries. None to be found outside of the healing bite from earlier. Being in a vulnerable state the man begins to sob into the other's chest. Soothed by the heart beat...this time it was alive...He closes his eyes falling into a deep sleep surrounded by a familiar heartbeat. 

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A soft whisper, a giggle like wind chimes fluttering in the humid night air. The smell of petrichor. "A flower as delicate and beautiful as you shouldn't wither. Let me grant you a gift. My darling 「    」, let the gods bless you with eternal youth. May we always be together in life and death." 
Then...
Pain...hunger...bones snapping...reshaping...bleeding skin....raw...fangs growing into cold flesh...these...were so painful....PAINFUL!! PAINFUL!!
Left alone. The sun rose as the rays fell into cold skin...burning....smell of burning flesh....SCREAMS....TEARS....
"I'M SCARED, PLEASE...anyone.....ple..." 「    」 wails in desperation, clawing at her own skin in a desperate attempt to soothe her ashy skin...
Darkness took hold, but no peace was to be found