#dylan-gage

I was quite looking forward to this for some time now." he stated. Vesper had felt like he had been walking with a skip in his step when Dylan had agreed to spar with him. He had decided that due to the incidences of few weeks prior that he would try and distance himself from Dylan, try treating him like a man and not simply a confusing divine being - though it truly was hard for him to push away completely... Vesper held the wooden sparring sword with pride, absolutely giddy that he would finally have a partner that would most certainly be the type to keep up with him. Dylan would be the first if he did, after-all - Oscar Sullivan did wish ever so carefully... "Are you prepared mister Dylan? I tell you now that I have no plans of holding myself back from you considering your being." he said to the other with an obvious joy in his tone - something he had not had for quite some time now. It was quite refreshing really. 

He couldn't recall much after he had his revelations, all he knew as that he had made a mistake... he had committed the sin he had sworn against all whilst in a dark haze in his mind. Lost time, and bloody lips luscious with the essence of life... Full... Satisfied... Horrified... Vesper had slipped away - at least the Vesper that had kept himself starved for the good of others - and in his place there stood an animalistic beast that would not only drain his prey, but tear them to shreds if he was not to awaken from his dazed state. Thank God and all of his bastard sons - he had awakened before the deed was done. Vesper stared down at the woman that was just barely clinging on to life - four large puncture wounds on her neck. A wild fear gripped him and he stumbled back, bringing a bloodied hand to his more so bloodied face. When the parts made a splash with the liquid residue he pulled his hand away and stared at it with a terror he had not felt for so long... Vesper let out a yelp of horror that was drowned out in the silence of the dark night. He couldn't let her die... No! No no no! I will lose everything! Bloody hell... What have I done..!? What in the name of God happened!? If this woman who was a stranger to him died everything he had worked so hard at building up would be destroyed. Vesper broke into a run.

The only way this woman would be saved was if by a strong healer - and Vesper only had one person in his mind at the moment, for a reason he couldn't quite explain. Nothing was making sense anyways... Dylan..! Please help me..! Perhaps it was the obsession he had towards the other that drew him to the angel at first, or perhaps it was some absurd kinship he felt for him... Vesper waited in a sickening silence for the door to open. Dylan was always aware if he sneaked into his room, but this time he didn't mean to sneak - not from Dylan. He needed to be somewhere where no one he didn't want to would see him. He watched as light spilled in from the opening door and he waited for it to close before he stepped out from the shadows. He put on a very good facade for the utter guilt and fear running through him, although he was quite certain the angel could already tell what he was feeling. "Dylan" he spoke up, his voice smooth yet still reflecting his feelings. "I need your help... Please Dylan..." the words were so pathetic coming from a face that held like stone...

The hunger, the fire... it burns - BURNS! My whole body aches, the pain of the burns has seeped deep into my bones... Not enough power to heal... Blood. Thick, sweet blood... I need blood! No, I can't kill, not again... Vesper had been lying by the lake and suffering from his injuries for near four days. His craving was doing fine until the damned fire wench interrupted the first bit of sleep he had had since the attack. No amount of cold lake water could help kick in his healing factor. The pain was pleasurable at first, he thought it would be just enough to silence those shadows... Alas, now the wretched beasts won't shut up! They had no reason to shut up now, she had humiliated him, taken a picture of his twitching body on her phone to constantly remind her of her victory and of his shame. Vesper needed blood, or else there was no way this wound was going to heal and those things silence. However no matter how badly he needed it he couldn't bare the thought of having to kill... Vesper... cooed a voice, the voice so similar to his that it filled him with hate. Think of the power it brings you... You'll feel better... You know exactly who to drain, don't be scared... You've been curious for so long about it, we know you have... So why not find out? What does angelic blood have to offer? What power can it give you... Vesper stared blankly at the water, his rational mind drifting away from him, carried away my the ripples he could see in the moons reflection on the lake. He had come to a decision... He got up quickly and desperately tried to ignore the pain, sliding his shirt and jacket gently over his weak and pale frame before grabbing his sickle in his belt.

The door was locked and far too obvious, he had to try another route. Climbing... Climbing up and through the window, it's open... so easy... Vesper crouched on the window frame and peered into the room to see where the angel slept. As soon as the sleeping figure was in his line of vision Vesper slithered silently into the room. It was too late to change his mind now, he couldn't handle going to the healers and suffering the humiliation that came with the story of his defeat. He didn't want to ask of Dylan's help either... He wanted the wound to scar... Vesper loomed over Dylan, not risking the sound of even a breath. Do it..! He slid his sickle out of his belt loop, it gleamed as it cut through a moon beam the flooded a small area of the room through the curtains. Vesper held the blade to the dreamers throat, moving it down through the air as if imagining the blood flowing out of his neck...

Vesper had managed to sneak his way around everyone and back into his dorm, keeping his gaze forward as he passed the red painted walls. He knew that this shining new coat on the otherwise bleak and pale halls was due to the brutal slaughters he performed on the hunters. He was disappointed to see that many of his weapons had been raided, as he had expected. Vesper took a long and exceedingly hot shower to peel off the layers of blood that had built up like leather on his pale and scarred body. After at least an hour he threw on a towel and began to shave his face. Vesper chopped off his long hair that was caked with blood and combed back into his usual stylish weave. The uniform felt awkward on his skin, as he had been without a shirt and clean clothes for at least a week. Shadows danced and played all around his mind and down the halls, shrieking and laughing at him viciously. His Katana was wiped down and would remain at his side from now on, his Tanto's now resting back in their original home on his wall.

There was a new home established in his mind, and that was the forest. He walked about carelessly, taking in the fresh air like a drug. Vesper reached the lake again, his mind sailing off drearily into the ripples of the water. Doubt lingered in his heart whenever the thought of going back to that school crept into his mind.... This was his safe haven now, right here at this lake bed. Where the shadows could not reach through the thick canopy and sound of chirping birds. Vesper sat on a rock and listened. He could hear someone in the forest behind him. “Now now, there's no need to step so cautiously... I'm not going to try anything, the blade is merely for comfort.” he said with almost no emotion, his gaze still fixed on the water.

He walked alone through the courtyard of the school, staring at the strange creatures that passed him by. They were so casual... He knew some of the species off hand, vampires, werewolves, dragons, and he looked softly and smiled at the demons he passed by. Constantine wished to stop and talk to some of these being, however he was on a quest now. At the moment he dropped the persona that he had built up as Constantine Ladesier, he was now the angel Zadkiel, and he wanted to find his brother and father. Michaels signal pulsed along with that of a few other angels, though he wasn't certain on how to locate around the school to reach him. After walking in circles for a while he stopped in the gardens... waiting... If he knew his brother, he would come to him after sensing who he was. It would be an upsetting reunion. They hadn't seen each other in so many lifetimes... Zadkiel was supposed to be dead, and he hoped that's what would draw Michael out. Zadkiel was so confused and he needed his older brothers help. Where had their father gone? What was he doing here at this strange school? All he could do was simply wait patiently and pray his brother would forgive him. Suddenly he felt a presence from behind him and he turned to greet the unfamiliar face with a smile... he knew... “Hello brother. How I have missed you.”