RESPLENDENT

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Taxi was all too happy to follow his lover into the bedroom. He waas tired. It had been a long night. Full of getting his hotel room broken into, beds thrown, boyfriends out of closets, and meeting werewolves. Oh right. And eating birds with a side of 'I Love Yous'. It was nice to once again go to sleep snuggled up to the other man and feel that strong large body against his, a comforting contentness spread over himself.

For like. Fifty minutes. They had all headed to bed a good few hours before sunrise, so he had time for horrible things. When the blonde wanted to, he could use his dancers grace to move out of the room without a noise or a shift to the mattress and without disturbing the other vampire. So sneaky. Sneaky little nightmare.

All the house, nothing was stirring, except for a vampire. But what was he doing? He was in the kitchen, near the phone, speaking quietly. All while Gabri was going through his night terrors, and Silas was snoozing while his sibling was snoring. Tongue drew over his nice white teeth, the light of the moon glistening off of the sharp surfaces slicked with spit.

Then the door signaled the arrival of a being accompanied by a gasp, and a cute little frown marred his cherubic face. Through the doorway he went to the livingroom, placing his hands daintily on his hips and placing his weight on his left foot, tapping it slightly as he looked at his reaper. Yes, HIS. A finger placed to his lips and he leaned over, the meaning was obvious. Be quiet. Don't tattle like silly Silas. What a mean puppy.

He actually tippy toed across the floor to the door, opening it with a sweet smile. Poor delivery boy. He would never see it coming. It seemed Taxi... ordered dinner. Or maybe just a snack. Allowing him to step in, looking ever so friendly, but his body language gave it away. Too close. Didn't even bother taking the food. One slim pianists hand around the back of his neck, door closed with a foot, and then Taxi neatly slipped his teeth into the unlucky boys throat.

It should have occured to him while he was wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand, looking at the corpse on his floor, that he had a problem. A glance over his shoulder at the Pole, biting his lower lip pensively before kneeling down and grabbing his ankles, right above red sneakers with funny-tied laces, and pulling him into the bathroom to join the other body. Still creeping on his toes the green-eyed german returned to the room with the grim reaper and picked up the delivery bag quietly, then handed it to his friend.

Inside?

A tub of 'Very Vanilla' icecream. He hadn't known what flavour was Gabri's favourite, but he seemed like a vanilla sort of guy, and it was safe.

How sweet of him. Ordering icecream.

[Obelisk]

Quinn was sleeping soundly. Very, very soundly. That is, until, Silas let out a surprised cry.

The older of the Belmont's had woken to a nightmare. The thump of the boy's body hitting the floor and drawn him from his slumber. Silas really wasn't accustomed to violence and death, not when he was a human. As a werewolf, sure, but he never remembered. The bite marks on the man's neck said it all. Vampires were disgusting.

"What the fuck is going on?" Quinn's voice, pissed and tired and concerned. His eyes left where Silas was cowering on the couch and instantly found the source of the disturbance. He hadn't even noticed when Taxi left. Now there was a dead boy on the floor. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happen, even with Taxi out of the room.

"Seems like your boyfriend got hungry." The tone of Silas' voice denoted just how he felt about the situation. It was sick, it was wrong, it was gross. The poor kid didn't even look like he was out of highschool. His poor parents. Oh lord, Silas felt like crying, but maybe that was the exhaustion speaking.

"Yeah..." If he'd been hungry; they could've gone hunting. Quinn may have been anything but a genius, but even he knew this was bad. Once the kid didn't show up to work, they'd probably send someone after him, maybe even the police. In short; this was very, very bad. "Shit." That pretty much summed it up.

Quinn ducked down, threw the kid over his shoulder then moved into the bathroom where the new corpse joined the old in the bathtub. Like taking out the trash, really. There was nothing holy about a corpse anyway; it was just an empty shell. No time to relax, apparently. They'd have to leave that night and soon or risk running into a bad situation.

Quinn was a silent presence in the doorway of Gabri's room, standing there with his arms crossed, leaning against the wooden frame. His expression was set in that familiar disgruntled, "I'm not very pleased right now" look. This time Gabri was spared that off-putting stare, as it was now on the blonde.

" Got hungry?" His gravelly voice was anything but amused. " Did you ever stop to think that maybe the people that kid worked for might get suspicious about his, you know, not coming back? And that they might send people to look for him? Like the cops?" It wasn't as if his tone was angry, either, just flat and weary.

" Sorry, Gabri. But you're siesta's gonna be cut short. We all gotta head out tonight. No arguments. Find somewhere to shack up to tomorrow night then find out where the fuck we're going to go." Spoken partly to himself, verbally plotting out the next few actions.

[Rip]

Gabri didn't make a noise, just watched Taxi- confused and slightly flustered. Too obedient to disobey and too tired to register how bad this could be for everyone, he just sat there, half on top the blanket and holding himself up with arms by his sides. He understood when the boy stepped inside the apartment, and though he made no protest his eyes turned remorseful. Gabri slowly brought his legs over the edge of the couch, running his fingers through his hair, and sighed, giving his friend a dissaproving stare when he returned.

"Hinny, that was very cruel. It wasn't even his time yet." No crows. No nothing. Taxi could take anyone he wanted, the Pole knew that, but that didn't mean it had to sit well with him all the time. He peered inside the backage, giving a face when he saw vanilla icecream (he could never bring himself to like vanilla. It was too sweet- like drinking soupy sugar). Maybe it should be a bad thing that Gabri wasn't surprised by this at all, not even the smallest bit phased that Taxi ordered icecream to eat the delivery boy, but then again those two were just like little kids. You couldn't leave them alone for more then five seconds.

Then the commotion began. Gabri set down the icecream and stood up, sighing out his nose and changing his shirt when Quinn came in. He paused, shirt half on, and glanced at his watch. "There isn't very much time before sunrise... you two could hide in the trunk of my car until we find somewhere, I guess. If you both can fit. I can drive... I don't know what to do about your bike. If you have a better idea though... whatever you think is best." The familiar hat found the top of his head, and Gabri turned to the blonde nightmare, almost looking like he was in pain. His face was long and almost pleading, sad and torn. "My fingerprints are allover this place, Taxi." Gabri found he should be angry. He should be furious. But he couldn't because it was Taxi, and Taxi was cruel.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

It all happened so suddenly. One moment he was satisfied and full, his craving fixed, and the next... A noise from Silas. And then the look he got. The blondes stomach could have turned in on itself six different times in six different ways. And then the older siblings voice, speaking about him like that. He could have shrunk six different times in six different ways untill he was the size of a bug. A bee. A bumble bee. He wished he was one so he could buzz out of here and hide untill these dirty dissapproving looks were GONE. He hadn't wanted to cause trouble, and then, and then.

Shoulders were drooped, hands stuffed in his pockets, head was dropped but still able to look up into the face of Quinn. Somehow, he managed not to pout. The blonde did everything BUT pout. Behaving like a child who just got caught, feet scuffling a bit, biting his lip. No. He hadn't thought about people coming to look for the delivery boy. But Taxi hadn't wanted to cause any trouble! It wasn't like he wanted those dissapointed sad expressions on Quinn and Silas and-

GABRI TOO? He looked almost hurt, stricken by the notion that HIS Gabri, his little Mausi, would agree with them. Had it been such a bad thing to do? The flesh of his lip was worried between his teeth, finally casting his green eyes down to the ground. He didn't know what to do. Where to go. He had messed everything up, all of their plans. And nobody was even MAD at him. Atleast if they were angry with him and yelled and fought then they could make up and forgive and forget. But no.

The older vampire stayed silent and tried his best to reflect inward. And try not to pout or cry. He had gotten into trouble, no, he ahd gotten EVERYONE into trouble.

Okay. Maybe just. A little pout. A tinsy one. And then the quietest word, accompanied by kicking the ground. So minute Gabri and Silas probably wouldn't even be able to hear it.

"... 'm sorry."

[Obelisk]

Silas had since left his perch on the sofa, stomach finally having settled. He was hovering at his brother's side, wondering but having a pretty good guess on what was going on. Taxi looked apologetic, adorably so. It was scary how someone so sweet and innocent could be a monster. Silas' eyes went to Gabri at that thought. The reaper was the same in that regard. Misleadingly innocent and safe.

Quinn threw a look over his shoulder, one that read "are you alright?" Silas only gave a nod. He was as alright as he'd ever be, especially in the current company. He couldn't talk; he was a monster in his own way, but that didn't change how uncomfortable he felt, how guilty, and sinful, and wrong he felt. He chose to remain silent.

Taxi really had Quinn under some kind of spell. There was no possible way that the ex-soldier could stay mad and Taxi, especially when the blonde was acting so cute. He was at his lover's side, arms around him, holding him both possessively and reassuringly. With a kiss to Taxi's forehead, Quinn was determined to console his lover.

"Don't worry about it, baby." He purred, rubbing circles into the German's back. " We had to leave soon anyway, so it doesn't matter. Maybe it's better we leave tonight anyway." That much was true. Quinn really hated biding his time when someone was after him. He kept on the move, kept hidden, switched hiding places, Just like he had in France... then Germany. He hated being chased down like prey.

"Just next time? Tell me if you're ordering out." A good-humored smile before he turned his attention to Gabri. Then Quinn was all business. The trunk of the car, huh. Quinn had been in tighter, more uncomfortable spaces. There really was no option. The sun brought with it activity and that meant increased chances of being found. With the sun outside, Quinn and Taxi would be in a real shitty situation.

"Alright. Yeah. Let's do that. You and Silas drive around and try to find some place to stay. Can't be any help until the sun is well and gone again." But the bike. Not the bike. That was his new favorite toy, well, next to Taxi. It was so shiny and fast and powerful and....sometimes you couldn't have everything you wanted.

"Forget the bike, it was nice while it lasted, but I'd rather, you know, not die than keep it." It still sucked though, a lot. Maybe he'd steal himself a new one where ever they ended up. He had promised Taxi a ride, after all.

"I'll go gather up the money laying around this place." Silas spoke at last, trying to be helpful. He left the room and set about doing what he had said he would.

"Alright, Gabri. So where's this car of yours?"

[Rip]

It was impossible to say angry with Taxi, but Gabri had a different reason then Quinn for forgiving. The boy sighed, putting on his coat. "I'm not mad, hinny. You're just... doing what you do." His soft tone didn't make it sound like a bad thing, but it certainly didn't hint a good thing either. The blonde being sorry didn't change the fingerprints all over the apartment, or the connections the police would make. Or how much getting shot would hurt.

"My car's back at the other apartment, where you threw a bed at me. I'll go get it. I guess just wait here; I'll make it fast." The Pole trusted they'd get everything packed in the meantime, and after a moment of hesitation he took his hatchet and put it under his coat as well.

Gabrjel headed out the door and down the sidewalk, trying to remember the way, his hands shoved nervously in his pockets to hide their shaking. In his mind, he was sure someone already knew. It didn't matter how they knew, it didn't matter who knew it- SOMEONE did. Someone knew because it was impossible for them not to know. There were so many people in the world, so many eyes... two eyes a person- twice as many eyes as there were humans. How could he possibly keep a secret when there were so many eyes? The sidewalk was littered with the plague rats, the normal ones with the ears in their backs, and now a new addition- ones with an extra third eye planted right in the middle of the spine. Those extra round eyes rolled back and forth and fixed on him, watching him go. They had no eyebrows, no eye lids, so he couldn't tell the expression. Angry? Scared? Happy? It didn't matter what they felt as long as they knew, and they did.

Gabri was all too happy to find his car where he left it. He fumbled with the keys, dropping them twice. Damnit, stop shaking! He got inside, turned it on and jumped when the engin started. His heart was wrenching like a leaky engine, and he took a moment, gripping the wheel, trying to calm himself down and ignore all those stares glaring at him from all directions. He made it back to the complex though, and in a fair amount of time, so he pulled around back and waited.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Guilt at the knowledge Quinn wouldn't get his bike was overwhelming. The hug and rubbing his back had made him feel much better, even though it was ridiculous that he was the one being soothed. Afterall, he just murdered somebody for no real reason. Wasn't hungry, really. Just something to do. A phone was there, Taxi was there, it seemed like a match made in heaven! So used to reckless behavior that is didn't occur to him to ever NOT do something as it might endanger his safety. It seemed ludicrious, and hadn't sunk in yet that he had to think about Silas, Quinn, and Gabri. It was hard enough to try and remember to NOT eat Gabri, and now he had to think about all this other stuff too? Eeerggh!

Remorse was a difficult concept and it was banished from his thoughts. Besides, Silas killed people too. How come HE got to look at Taxi like that? And his murders were even more reckless and unpredictable than his own. Earlier assumption that he liked Silas, then he didn't like him, and now he was at a strange mid point of being ever so unable to decide. He hadn't really gotten a chance to talk to him alone yet. Maybe that would help.

He did feel awful. Even with the comforting and reassuring kindness of Quinn and Gabri, something was still stirring in the back of his mind. It would have to wait till later, as they had finished packing (Taxi helped as best as he could, although he was noticably quiet), and he could hear the car outside.

Outside he was faced with the vehicle. And its horrors.

The trunk was opened and the blonde peered inside of it. It was so... coffin like. He had never done that ridiculous coffin thing, except for when his father... A shudder ran down the shortest among them's spine, dispensing the memory. This was going to be a long unpleasant ride. He had mostly overcome his addiction to luxury, but still. Limo's to the trunk of some beat up car was going to be unpleasant. But he WASN'T going to be crushed by Quinn, so he stood with folded arms silently untill the other man got in.

[Obelisk]

That Polish kid was getting more an more useful, Quinn decided. During the relatively short period of time it took Gabri to get his vehicle, Quinn had scoured the apartment for anything of use. He threw a flashlight (for Silas and Gabri) in the bag along with a combat knife and a pistol along with several seven-round magazines. Apparently the late apartment owner had had a liking to weapons. Good for Quinn. He liked them too.

Silas was preoccupied with deep, analytical thoughts. He hated thinking about what he was but it was rather difficult considering his present company. All they were was a group of killers. He'd been a devout Catholic, still was in some regards, and it hurt to think that he was damned to hell for something he couldn't control. Same with Quinn, same with Taxi, Gabri too. All victims to their instincts. At least he'd have company, not that that was any consolation.

Down the stairs, out the door, with Silas lagging slightly behind, still plagued with those depressing thoughts. Quinn was standing next to Taxi, blinking. It took a moment or two for him to realize that the blonde wanted him to get in first. He flashed grin, also not looking forward to be in such a cramped space, regardless of his company.

The vampire shouted at Gabri to avoid potholes and to make it as smooth a ride as possible or else. He didn't explain just what that "or else" meant, mostly because the threat wasn't really a threat. More of a request, but it wasn't as if anyone other than Quinn realized that. He opened the door to the backseat and threw the bag of collected items in, stuffing it under the driver's seat.

"See you tomorrow night." The younger Belmont quipped at Silas before hopping into the trunk. He had made a concerted effort not to look at the bike he was going to leave behind. It really was a gorgeous piece of machinery. "Come on Taxi, hop on in, there's plenty of room." There was, in fact, not much room at all, but humor helped to deal with shit-poor situations.

Silas opened the side passenger door and slipped in, buckling up. He was silent for a moment, staring blankly forward. After heaving a sigh, the man turned his tired gaze onto Gabri. " Well, let's hit the road. I think maybe it's best if we leave the city. What do you say? Maybe we can find a motel out in the middle of nowhere." Just a few suggestions, but at the bone-weary tone of Silas' voice, it was apparent he really didn't care.

[Rip]

He waited until they were all in, looking anxious but not wanting to rush anyone. Gabri never masted the skill of nagging. Once he heard Quinn barking out his orders, he turned on the ignition, and soon as Silas sat down he started backing up out of the backally. Something made him hesitate in leaving immidately. Meat-head's brother looked upset- the boy couldn't help glancing over more then a few times and notice the blank but extensive look in his eye. Overwelled my sympathy, Gabri allowed the car to roll to an easy pause long enough to reach behind the driver's seat. He pulled out an astoundingly clean pillow, and set it besides Silas with a slight, apologetic smile before turning and facing forwards. He proped one elbow up against the window, holding his head and rubbing his temple. "Go back to sleep, Silas. Let me handle it."

The Pole might have concidered that Silas might not be completely comfortable with the idea of a paranoid schizophrenic driving into nowhere, but the idea seemed absurd to him. Meat-head's brother looked more exhausted anyway, so there'd be more danger in letting the distraught were-wolf point out directions. Or worse, drive. Even if cracker Bill Cosby put up a fight at some point, he was banned from all things car related and Gabe wasn't moving.

If there wasn't any protest, he'd start off, agreeing instantly on the notion to get the hell out of the city. He avoided the highways long as he could, so he wouldn't have to go through any polls, but alas that was a futil effort in the end. Still, they were far away from the starting point by mid-day, when Gabri began to swurve a little due to drooping eyelids. Senseing the likelihood of danger, he pulled over at a gas station and sighed, rubbing his red, burning eyes, still unable to shake the notion of being followed. Of course, that was probably just his paranoia rearing its head again, and he was tired. After a cup of coffee he felt better, and it held off long enough to find a cheap, dumpy motel. Dumpy hardly scratched the surface- the place didn't even have it's own parking lot. Gabri had to find a garage, but that was a blessing in disguise. Underground, it was quite dark and illumated by electric lights in the walls, so there was no need to worry about the sun. Thank god. He parked and fell asleep himself, not bothering to return to the motel. Whatever.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Taxi wasn't happy about it, but he made the best out of the situation. Atleast he'd get to snuggle up to Quinn nice and close, which he did. Crawling next to the other male, tangling their limbs together, and a good dose of nuzzling, he decided it was comfortable enough. Although he likely would have cuddled Quinn senseless even if there had been tons of room. When sun hit the car, he could feel the heat in his very bones, seeping into his body and the blonde had no choice but to drift into slumber.

Being a morning person was just his style, usually finding himself awake before most others. Or not really morning, more like evening. He woke up having being risen from slumber by the car stopping and warmth leaving, with a slight amount of drool on the side of his face (And on Quinn) groggily staring at the top of the trunk. Muscles and legs were cramped, bones were all out of wack, and he was not a happy camper. The vampire shifted but found it impossible to soothe his joints, opening the top and crawling out without disturbing his lover.

Arms extended past his head, rolling his neck to crack it, pursing his lips and looking at the ceiling. Right. Where the fuck were they? Oh. Parking lot. Gabri must have driven all day, it seemed pretty late out. Nice. The reaper was surely now his favourite human, even if his humanity was questionable at times. And he had enough gratefulness of the man to not make too much ruckus, but he couldn't help but creep around to the side of the car to peer in.

It wasn't that everyone in the entire world had to like eachother. They just had to like him. And his green eyes settled on someone who he wasn't sure about. This wasn't right. Silas was the only one who hadn't said they weren't angry with him. Needed to be fixed, this was the brother of his lover! His sexy slab of man meats sibling!

Not wanting to knock on the window and wake Gabri or Quinn up, Taxi instead blew hot air (As much as his cold lungs could summon) onto the glass to fog it up next to Silas. Then with his fingertip he wrote, "Can we talk?" except he forgot to write it in reverse. The longer it took Silas to decipher his message, the more he would add. First another question mark, so he could put a smiley face below the two dots. After a moments consideration, little fangs added it its mouth. If he STILL hadn't gotten it, then Taxi would start drawing hearts.

And then bumblebees.

[Obelisk]

"Thanks, Gabri." It had been a genuine smile that lit across Silas' features. He really was tired. Tucking the pillow against the door and window, Silas rested his head against it, weary gaze cast out ahead. The sight of the winding road eventually lured Silas into slumber, but it was light and troubled. His mind painted those shadowy images that you couldn't really discern. It wasn't a nightmare, but it was troubling, and you could never understand why. The day's anxieties manifested into dream and nonsense.

Gabri had issues. So did Quinn, so did Taxi. If Silas was honest with himself, he'd recognize that he was the same as them -- not able to control his instinctual half. Gabri, he felt, he could trust above Taxi and above Quinn, too, likely. It was a harsh truth, but as much as he loved his brother, they weren't the same as they once were. He was a monster when the full moon hit, and Quinn was a monster when those urges of his hit. His younger brother had tried to keep his blood thirst reigned in, tried to keep the violence out of Silas' sight. Maybe that restraint was what was causing him to lash out in anger more often than usual.

He feared what might happen when that restraint became too much and Quinn's inner demons broke from their cage. They needed to talk. They hadn't really had a heart-to-heart yet, both skirting around inevitable discussion. For now, though, Silas was content to try and find some rest.

Sleeping like the dead really applied to Quinn at that point. He must've been more tired than he had thought, over-tired, likely. It had been a non-stop marathon race since he retrieved Silas and they were on the run. He didn't stir in the slightest when Taxi left the trunk. Quinn was an unmoving corpse, dead to the world and everything that was happening in it. At least for the time being.

Silas had woken groggily to the sight of letters scrawled across his window. Upon inspection, Gabri was still sleeping, well, apparently. The man adjusted his glasses and squinted his blue eyes, trying to decipher the odd symbols etched in fog and glass. Need to talk? Taxi.

Maybe he had been too cold last night, Taxi did seem the sensitive type. Silas sighed out softly and offered a slight smile before opening the door and stepping out of the car. He was careful to close the door as quietly as possible.

"Hello, Taxi. I hope the trunk wasn't too horrible. Is Quinn still asleep?" Small talk. Speaking with his brother's lover and the killer of sparrows and delivery boys was bound to be awkward.

[Rip]

((skip plz, Gabri is Zzzzz-ing)

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

"Nein, it was pretty horrible. And yeah, he's sleeping like a baaabbyy. Gabri sleeps pretty heavy too." This knowledge was of course gained from first-hand experiences, having moved the man and stripped him while he slept on numerous occassions. The vampire made sure they were standing far enough away from the car that their voices wouldn't wake them.

Atleast Silas was nice. The guy just had that nice look about him. Almost like Gabri, but just not the same quality. He could push Gabri around, but Taxi had a feeling Silas wouldn't be quite so easy. Hense this pow wow. Hands couldn't decide if they wanted to go in his pockets, or tuck into the edge of his pants, or even fold over his chest, a bit anxious. It wasn't awkward, he was just, nervous. And the blonde was very rarely nervous.

"Um, so," Finally one hand settled on his chin, nibbling at his fingernails (He was going to be pissed about ruining them later) and occassionally curling it, concealing parts of his face. Head was slightly downcast, yellow hair falling forward. "Like, um," What do you even what? Suddenly he found himself as being a ball of nerves, not holding still, fidgeting. But then he found his voice, and just to be sure that incase the other two did wake up, he spoke in his native tongue, knowing now that Silas shared it.

"I really like your brother." Things seeed to come easier when he spoke in German. "And i'm sorry about the bad things that happened. And i'm sorry that i'm a bit wierd sometimes, I really hope you don't not like me or anything or are angry at me. I don't MEAN to do it, it just sort of happens and I can't stop it so I don't know what to do because I really think you're nice even though you're a werewolf but you're just a little puppy compared to me and and-" Speech gurgled, cutting himself off before he said anything more. Now he looked up at the other, blonde locks falling from his face, meeting the others clear eyes with his pond-scum-greens that were dull and becoming a bit milkly. Hopeful, nearly pleading expression, and ever so worried.

[Obelisk]

Seeing that Taxi was as uncomfortable, or maybe more so, than himself put Silas at ease. They were on common, even ground then and that meant it might be easier to talk to him. To be honest, Silas didn't even know where to begin, what to say to Taxi, what to ask. The German had only just entered his life and while his brother had mentioned finding his lover, Silas didn't even think for an instant that that lover would be male. He couldn't hide the fact that same-sex relationships made him feel awkward, especially when his own brother was gay. Silas was raised in a different time and raised Catholic as well. He wasn't ready to accept the concept, but he could accept them. He had to. Quinn was his baby brother.

The slightly taller man gave a soft smile as he adjusted his glasses. Watching Taxi fidget like that was amusing and endearing. To hear him speak so quickly just proved how nervous the vampire was. If he was nervous, Silas would be calm. One of them had to be and Silas was used to taking the position of the level-headed individual. Silas was fluent in German, yes, but sometimes he had trouble discerning words in rushed speech. He was able to catch the gist of Taxi's spiel, however.

" I know you do, Taxi, and I can tell he cares for you too." Silas began, speaking in Taxi's native tongue. Where to begin? Silas looked around, as if searching for an elusive answer. Eventually his clear blue eyes settled onto Taxi's gaze.

" You two...I won't lie. The idea of two men together...is...something a bit strange in my mind. But. Well, you care for each other and that's all that matters. You make Quinn happy and you have my blessing and gratitude for that." The more he spoke, the easier it became. Silas found that his words flowed freely.

" I can't blame you Taxi, I don't. I know it's in your nature. I'm just... well, I don't like to see, um, those kind of things." Death, dead bodies, blood, a young life ended too soon. " And I know I'm coming off as a hypocrite because I kill. And when I kill...it's pretty horrible." A werewolf lacked the finesse of a vampire, that was for certain.

"So I'll ask you to forgive me for that." Silas offered a meek smile and looked towards the ground briefly. " I guess I just want you to know that... even when I seem upset with you, things will be okay. I'll get over it. We are what we are, after all, and I can't judge you. I hope you won't judge me either." What they were was a group of killers. He'd have to accept that or it'd swallow him whole and he'd be crushed under the weight of guilt and self-loathing.

One step at a time, that was Silas' only option.

[Rip]

It's ironic that religion made Silas uncomfortable with killing, especially concidering the company he was keeping in the front seat of the car. Gabrjel was a devoted Roman Catholic. He went to church every sunday (and felt incredibly shameful if he didn't); he followed through with Lent the traditional way; he went... well USED to go to confession every month; he carried a hand-me-down rosary and prayed with it at least three times a day; he hardly ever cursed, and when he said 'damn you' he meant it literally. He also killed because it was God who originally told him to do it. Gabri found the demand cruel, very cruel, but he knew God was cruel just as any other catholic knew. God demanded many cruel things. Why should this be any different?

However, murder was a sin. The Father's orders or not, Gabri was a killer and killers burn in hell. This left a confusing wrench in the wheels. Was he excempt from punishment? Or would God, once again, prove that no one is above. Thats why he allowed his own son to die, afterall. Either way, Gabri decided that he did not want to die. He did not want to find out, because there was always that chance of burning in oil for the rest of eternity, or being ripped apart again and again...

No, it was better to live. And Azrael's assistants would kill him if he disobeyed enough times. Perhaps it was selfish. Oh well, no one's perfect.

The reaper woke up with a start, because he didn't remember parking. If he didn't park he must still be driving, and he if was just waking up he must have been sleeping. Jerking, he accidentally hit the horn. The blaring BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPP half scared him to death, and he scrambled out the car that was magically parked and went face down against the concrete.

"Ow"