all alone [open]

[Damon Thatcher]

you know that i could use somebody !

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SOMEONE LIKE YOU AND ALL YOU KNOW AND HOW YOU SPEAK COUNTLESS LOVERS
UNDER COVER OF THE STREET YOU KNOW THAT I COULD USE SOMEBODY OFF IN
THE NIGHT WHILE YOU LIVE IT UP I'M OFF TO SLEEP WAGING WARS TO SHAKE
someone like you !

Damon walked through the back alley way as if it was his own personal home. Due to amount of trauma in his life, this alley was a way better home. He had his signature hand gun in his pocket ready for anything that wanted to start some shit tonight. Damon walked back here to meet up with some people. As Damon was walking the night began to come out. Even though he felt warm he could see his breath. He couldn’t find the people he was looking for and now he is in the middle of an alley.


Damon got on his cell phone and tried to call the people he was here to meet, no answer. The night urged Damon to have some fun; it was so tempting Damon decided to walk to the liquor store. When he arrived he grabbed a bottle of tequila. He popped the bottle open and began chugging it routinely. Until he arrived back in the alley way. Nearly most of the bottle of tequila was gone. In his pocket he had some pain pills, he took about five to take off the edge.

Damon had been feeling so horrible lately due to random bad things that kept popping up. Now he was trashed in a alley way with no ride home, and not a care in the world. Was he beginning to lose himself. The world began to feel like it was spining and Damon collapsed on the ground. He knew he shouldnt have combined pills with alcohol, it was bad news from the start. Damon began throwing up and trying to lift himself, this was a bad place to be drunk. Anyone could try and rob him or anything. Damon clutched his gun and laid himself against the wall. Trying to keep alert Damon slappd himself to try and wake himself up. He was really hurting at the moment and no one knew.

[carter elizabeth ferner]

see you in the dark

To say that the night made her nervous was perhaps one of the biggest understatements that Carter Ferner could have possibly come up with that night, wandering around at midnight in a futile attempt to find her way home. She had been late coming out of school, and after work, had gotten herself lost in the many alley ways and streets that created the vast city in which she lived. To think that she had been so foolish only made the colour rise further in her cheeks, showing nothing short of embarrassment as she continued to struggle on her way through the streets. The thin layer of fog that hovered in the air did little to help her confidence with finding the desired street name, and only made the girl bite back a moan, absolutely petrified of being found out late at night by one of the vampires. Some of them had lately taken to watching her, she couldn't deny that, but it didn't mean that she liked to think about it much.

Dark brown orbs roamed the area around her, desperately searching for even the smallest hint of where she was, a sign that could possibly point her in the right direction toward her own part of the city. Seeing none, her eyes at last rested on yet another alley, one that looked a little more familiar than those before. Inhaling deeply, she summoned up what courage she had remaining and crossed the street toward it, mindful of any traffic that could be on the streets that night. Seeing nothing, she made her way across quickly, hesitating for only a second before she stumbled into the darkness that easily consumed her tiny frame. The change of lighting took a moment for her eyes to adjust to, betraying the dumpsters and endless bags of garbage to her line of sight as she slowly made her way into the depths of the tunnel.

But as she approached the inside further, Carter's eyes widened as she saw what she thought was a body laying on the ground. Was he dead? Sleeping? Such possibilities swarmed her mind with a relentless amount of effort, pushing her to walk forward until she was standing beside the body. Relief instantly washed over her as she noted that he was still breathing, nose wrinkling at the combined stench of tequila and vomit lingering in the air.

"Excuse me? Are you alright?" came her soft voice, crouching down beside him.

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