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What a relief it was the hear that the game was over. When their group reconvened Mitsu did her best to smile. "Y..yeah I had fun." In truth, not really but she hadn't known what she was doing, but it had been her idea. "Do you want to get some desert and do something else?" Sitting down somewhere to relax sounded nice right about now.

Depositing the equipment back where it had come from Mitsu walked with the boys back out of the laser tag area. It had certainly been an experience and she wasn't so sure her choice in activities had really been a good idea. Oh well, there wasn't much she could do about it now.

"Isn't there an ice cream parlor on the next street over?" Mitsu couldn't quite remember but that sounded about right. "Do you want to get some ice cream? We can just cut through here." She said stopping by an alleyway.

The lack of conviction in her answer made Desmond raise an eyebrow. While he wasn't 100% on it, he was fairly sure she'd lied about having fun. Well, that just meant they'd never do it again... Which was fine with him.

Whereas Klyde would've been all about sweets, Desmond just smiled and shrugged. "Sounds fine to me." The fact that they'd be going through an alley didn't seem to strike him as an omen. He was, after all, one of those creatures that went 'bump' in the night. What was there that could possibly scare him?

Though he looked over towards Mitsu softly, Shun didn't say anything to her apology. As they made their way through the alleyway, he did notice how chilly it was around here. The damn weather couldn't make up its mind it seemed. But then he thought it was getting a little too cold for this time of year.

Even so, he wasn't too worried. At least, until the lights suddenly went out, leaving them in the dark. In a moment he activated his spell, allowing him to see. Now this was strange...

Narrowing his eyes, he gripped on the two switchblades he kept in his pockets.

"Come on, let's keep moving," he ushered lowly while moving towards Mitsu to try and get her away from the wall. He was keeping an eye out for anything out of place, however. This didn't seem like an average blackout after all.

Wide eyed Mitsu looked to her companions and gave a short nod, her hand holding onto Desmond's tightly. Moving away from the wall she started back down the alley again except this time her pace was much faster. It didn't seem like anything else was going to happen though, there was no one in the alley and they were nearly at the next turn. Mitsu could feel her thundering heart calm a little. If they got around the corner they would be fine because it would be a straight shot into the street from there.

And that's when the figure appeared, though he did not emerge from hiding. There was no warning or yell of surprise, instead the hooded man dropped down from above, two daggers made of ice in his gloved hands. Since he was landing in the middle of a tightly packed group the figure shoved against Desmond and Mitsu, sending the wolf girl to the ground. Once his feet hit the ground he pushed forward toward Shun, his daggers slicing at the boy's middle.

Desmond knew something was going to happen. The tenseness in the air and events playing out in the alleyway made it too obvious...

He just had no idea it would be something this serious.

Glowing eyes now wide as they could be, the vampire was barely able to keep his footing, but he refused to let go of Mitsu's hand.

... It happened so fast. In mere seconds the scent of blood was wafting up to his nose, which immediately triggered a halt of breathing.

Shun didn't have to tell him twice. Cringing, he hurriedly scooped Mitsu up and held onto her tightly, feet launching off like a mad man. Who was he? And moreover, who was he? What the ******** was going on? "Don't hate me for this Mitsu." She probably thought him a coward for leaving her friend to possibly die... But Desmond had a feeling that p***k wouldn't be going down that easily.

"Dammit Wolf!" he hissed out at his attacker. He didn't know why Suto decided to do this but it didn't matter. As far as he was concerned, he now had a target on him and apparently Mitsu was supposed to watch it happen. Regardless if he could fend off the Wolf, he wouldn't let Suto have the gratification of forcing her to watch him die.

Now grabbing his second blade, he lunged out at the guy. If he could keep his attention long enough, Desmond might be able to get the girl away. Oh how he hated the thought of the vampire being the one to pull her to safety. He loathed it. But there were things he hated more right now.

"You're here for me so pay attention!" he hissed while attempting to stab him in the back with both blades.

As soon as his knife sliced through flesh Ginji could smell the blood. The old blood. Ah, so this was the vampire boyfriend he had been told about. Suto had given him something special for him.

He could hear Shun quickly approaching, it was hard not to with the boy shouting at him but he had been instructed not to let the girl leave. She had to know her fate and her punishment.

Spinning around quickly Ginji brought up his daggers to block Shun's attack, using a great deal of force to push the boy back. When he was free to move Ginji was gone again in the blink of an eye but there was something in his place, a creature made of inky black, eyes and mouth made of nothing but a white void. It let out a shrill screech, its mouth opening a good foot to do so before it reached out toward Shun with a clawed hand to hold him in place.

Once again Ginji emerged from the darkness but this time directly behind Desmond's retreating back. In one fluid motion he reached behind his back for the item Suto had given him. A special blade that Ginji himself had to be careful not to touch. Only the case and the gloves he wore could shield him from the holy magic it possessed. Once it was in his hands the blades of the knife snapped out into place making the whole item look like a cross.

Instead of running the vampire through since he had no idea if he would hit the girl, Ginji did the next best thing to slow the vampire down. Lunging forward he reached out for the vampire's shoulder dropping his other dagger in the process before forcing the cross blade into the vampire's back. "You weren't listening. I said I couldn't let you take her."

Mitsu was in a complete panic. She had been trying to get back down but when the strange man suddenly appeared in their path striking out at her and Desmond she clung tightly to the vampire's neck instead. It was the strangest feeling to be too afraid to scream but she was, the noise stuck in her throat as Desmond rushed in the opposite direction. There was something odd though, something her now racing mind couldn't quite place. This man...he sounded so familiar...and his scent. She could barely smell it but...he smelled like....

But she didn't get a chance to complete that thought, the man was there again ready to attack. He seemed to be everywhere at once. "Desmond look out!" And that's when she saw it...the tail. Those little gears in her head kept trying to turn but her panic stricken mind just wasn't ready to process the information.

Mitsu's warning had barely finished when Desmond felt the hand on his shoulder. He had been so focused on running forward that the vampire had not seen the new weapon, so he had figured it was just going to be another little flesh wound that healed before the end of the night...

It soon became painfully obvious that this wasn't the case.

Desmond had tried to pick up a holy object once after he'd found out what he was... But even poking the small cross had left a burn on his finger that lasted for about a week. The pain had brought beads of tears to his eyes...

This... This was one hundred times worse. At first it had started off as no more than a tingling sensation, but within seconds an overwhelming pain brought him to his knees, causing him to let out an almost inhuman cry. There was a smell of burning flesh slowly emanating through the air, accompanied by a loud sizzling sound. His flimsy shirt did nothing to keep him safe.

The vampire's pupils were the size of pinpoints as his teeth clamped down to keep another scream from escaping his mouth. Never in his life had he experienced so much pain it brought him to the ground. The cocky part of him had thought for a long time that it wasn't even possible.

The legs that had been so obedient to his every whim suddenly didn't want to listen anymore. He shouted at them to stand. Begged and pleaded with them to keep him moving, but continuously he got 'no' for an answer.

"M-Mitsu.." His grip started loosening on her, even if his body wanted to squeeze her so tightly she couldn't breathe. "You need to run. Run as fast as you can possibly go, okay?" He tried to say through his teeth.

Taking hold of her face with shaking hands, he looked her directly in the eyes. There was fear. He was afraid, not just for himself, but for her as well. "I love you." His voice was barely above a whisper, taking great pains to hide the overwhelming sadness in his words. This couldn't be the end, right? There were so many things to do. So many things he wanted to see... And feel.

Many questions Desmond had never concerned himself with hit him like bricks within a second. Was there a God? A Heaven? ... A Hell? What did it feel like to really be dead? The normal questions people ask in his situation...

But most of all... How did he ever think he was invincible?

... What a humbling experience.