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Dimitri was bled sick of everything he had finally captured so beautifully between his fingers leaving the grasp oiled and weak, the world slipping away into something cold and dark. Within a week everything was changed and ever violent bringing with it the sickening flick of winter as finally frozen raindrops scattered it's hell amongst earth, the chilling white wash that sends shivers down every spine. The world was new as Dimitri moved slowly covering his trail to a town far of Seattle along the coast hiding him amongst the ill set wills of the damned, the youth of the world and their onslaught of tiresom partying as well as dismaying antics. Perhaps here he could get a new start dealing his products wherever the children needed it creating a hunger for power amongst their brooding worlds, his first stop only two weeks after leaving Alyse's body cold and sickening before a bar. Cold and crisp the chilling glass of a brown polished couter top reflected Dimitri's charcoal painted eyes weary with moshing to the band that now was fading to a new song, Dimitri's gaze rummaging along the scattered drinks across the counter finally leading to the tender. A weary set man with a shaved head and a rageful brown shade to his eyes seeming scorned with irritablity as any man would having delt drinks out during all the thunderous screaming, Dimitri alone in his world arms crossed tugging his short sleeved shirt tight along his back as his body sat silent to await being served. Clear and brown a glass slid before a careless patron who simply through a bill down on the table to cover the drink drifting off from the man who seemed ill with the idea, his body struggling as he shifted slowly before Dimitri who nodded lightly, "What can I get for ya?" The repetitiously spouted answer shook Dimitri's usual answer leaving it simply drop off his lips into the decieving emotions that flourished in the dim light, "Vodka. . .", simple and affordable it was all he desired at the moment. A weary sigh ripped of the mans body before dragging him along the various bottles to a clear set nozzled one that shot into his hand tipping quick to a prepped glass, obviously something a little skill had come to drag into his life leaving the drink slide before Dimitri in the mans hand. Unrelieved of his painful set mind the tender awaited as Dimitri threw down a ten and nodded with a vague shout barely heard, "Keep the change." Open eyed and curious the man didn't ask twice about the money but instead shot forth to appologize for his general run, a slight shake of his head attempting to awaken curiosity, "Sorry man, it's been a long night." Dimitri nodded with a complex smile looking over to the crowd before sliding his eyes back to his captivated drink pouring friend, a simple question of whehter or not to start the usual conversation arose bleeding off quickly to words, "No worries, I'm a bit to unsober to care." Now the man had become a little allured by the words looking deep into Dimitri's eyes so curious as to his position, the change in pupil dialation and vein structure arising a statement, "Not just too much drinking now is it." Years of experience made the ideas so simplistic it was almost without point for someone who worked so hard at getting what he desired, "Yeah well gotta try the shit before you sell it, right.", obviously enchanting the man who had his own desires to fulfill. Service put aside customers awaited eagerly along the counter as the man continued toward what he wanted and not the mindless drinking of idiotic children, bigger and better things had so much more interest to them, "Well if you have stuff, I may be able to lend a hand." The cold disposition of Dimitri's aura bled off as he leaned across the counter smiling lightly at the man trying to keep their words less then heard, lifting their veil of curiosity into set stone, "I suppose we can do some business." Filled with excitement the man seemed revived with a new unique life leaving a simple grin and a glance to the disgruntled drinkers along the counter, "I have to get back to work, Hows the alley out back in five?", the man pulling away as he began sliding slowly toward work again leaving Dimitri shoot of simplistic acknowledgement of his head. Settled and beautiful the man went on with his work and Dimitri had caught the fish he was awaiting for and a little bit of change to go with it, simple flick of a lighter roaring the embers into a cigarette sitting between his lips. Crowd allured within the sound of the bands screaming and discordant rash of violent strings raining out horribly from the speakers that surrounded them, Dimitri's silent visage leaking along with each footstep leading out the cold black doors. Frozen wisks of wintered air broke across his lightly dressed body sending chills along his spine as the simple thought of having worn a jacket as usual far surpressed unless it was for style, currently the theory of getting business was more important. Puffs of hazing smoke and echoing boots tailed along down the alley shuddering off every random item that had been scattered across the forgotten corners of the city, now a home for secretive little meetings and lovely businesses such as Dimitri's. Sharp shifts in the wind brought a slight wave of flakes into the alley catching the drafts that argued within it's brick forged walls leading to utter confusion and the shadowed view of three men, all staring at Dimitri as he turned the corner leading into the back alley he had been invited to. A sudden burst of thought roamed as he spotted the three instead of the expected one yet the urge to get a little work done and perhaps capture some associates allured Dimitri onward, the men cloaked in the darker unlit part of the concrete tunnle. A vague spill of words emptied from Dimitri who was locked with cold and still taking deep hits of the cigarette perhaps feeling the warm numb of alcohol and drugs, an illusion best felt outside of an untrusting situation like this, "I thought I was only meeting you." The snow parted as Dimitri stood silent staring at the voiceless three iritating him greatly to every angle within sight, "I don't have time to play games.", annoyance twisting about his veins as he ground his teeth. Finally one of the men stepped forward only a few feet between the two leaving Dimitri very unconfortable wondering about the sick essence he received off the shadowed body ahead, a wavering voice drawing him sickeningly violent, "Your a very hard man to find Dimitri." An instant attack arose as Dimitri shot for the guns and was knocked backward with the violent force of a punch tossing him confusingly dazed against the hard bricks of the confining walls, head sent a spin he shook lightly leaning upward opening his eyes left in a twist only feeling a violent jerking as he was ripped back up and thrown again toward the other two. The men looked down at Dimitri vague and shadowed in their darkness hiding everything about them as they left Dimitri to the other man who quickly shot across the frozen turf, Dimitri quickly kicking hard into the man's knee toppling his momentum. Dimitri shot around and whipped out the dual Glock 3-4's forgetting the rules of combat which had the others captivated and silently standing till two bullets shot off, the surprise tearing violently through their skulls dropping corpses and the scattered essence of crimson through white stained paths. Snow tearing with his tread the other man shot quick with reflexes reflecting Dimitri's past combatant who took everything to battle with, Dimitri quickly sliding the guns away as his boot shot up in a quick spin caught by the mans fist. Rushing violently the man whipped the leg outward swinging Dimitri like a doll into a scatted mess of boxes containing beer bottles that crushed almost instantly, Dimitri simply laying weak in the remains of glass bodies. Now his attacker stood overhead staring deep into Dimitri's weary eyes trailing upward into the creatures now visable black tainted pupils cutting through him like a bullet, like the bullet that shot from the mans gun aimed at Dimitri's chest striking exactly the same spot as the previous blade leaving only a shrieking cry, "MOTHER FUCKER." Ragefully sick the creature smiled devious still holding the smoking barel that trailed lightly with smoke amongst the cold air, just like Dimitri's cigarette had before being cast off in the violent strike leaving only the mans dead words, "Only to release your essence, nothing more." Gasps shot of Dimitri's lungs feeling the liquid essence of pain rushing outward from his violent dismay of the burning that twisted through his veins recalling the horrid voice, a wicked scream drug completely of hate, "STRIKE.", the voice in Dimitri's thoughts rushing a quick kick upward tossing the gun aside before the man could react. Only the remaining flair of a throwing dagger glimmered violently in putrid sickness splattering droplets down the mans chest as his hands shot upward toward his throat, Dimitri twisted and weak making one last violent effort flying up and ripping it out as he threw the man aside and collapsed half weak. A demented look within his eyes roaming across the choking body that writhed like a creature of the dark pinned by it's tale snake enchangted wiggles of nerves, hollow words of Dimitri's reckoning hate the last to be heard, "Don't. . . FUCK WITH ME.", and one last gasp before he pulled himself dazed to his feet.  1

The cold chilling essence of frozen winter air stirred deeply a weakness within Dimitri's shallow wrapped soul bleeding him onward wrecklessly just as he had done before, yearning in some primal search for anything to soothe his torture. Now utterly alone and sickenly haunted by such horror Dimitri was a corpse pure and simple with no life breathing from him but to go on and simply for the fact he could, the sickening spatters of blood dripping down his shirt as he stumbled onward wrestlessly. The wound still burnt horridly within the horror of it's second violent dismay leaving one shell burried deep beneath the skin leaving the horrid burning ravage on through his veins, the shattered essence of his movement carrying him along. The boots slid frictionless against the frozen trail of snow leading down the numerous alleys Dimitri trailed leaving hims slamn numerous times into walls and dumpsters, sudden wakes of pain meaningless to in comparison to all the things he had roaming within his mind. Dark and reckoning the voice that plagued him repeatedly seemed to echo with a tormenting rapture that simply twisted ever sight of the world he held, the sound mimicing to form along with every word his mind spilled talking to himself. Another slip led to the sudden colapse that brought a lucious kiss of snow flakes tight against his pale lips shaking with pain, blood loss, and utterly cold shivers, all taking their toll as he slowly died within his own living coil. Stains of blood formed a puddle below Dimitri's right shoulder melting away the waters crystalic essence in each droplet that fell as he shoved hard off the ground wavering to his left, a simple crash against the wall toppling the hope into harshened stumbles. Everything within awareness drug down as the scarlet trail amongst his pale skin seemed to grow cold and thick upon his skin wrapping it tightly in smudges as his fingers clenched it tightly, unlike the usual beautiful irony scent it was painful and disturbing to his soul. The glyphed wonder of life crashing away slowly breaking like the pains of glass or untouched path of snow as finally he gasped and coughed withering forward breatheless to the ground, wisks of flakes rising up from the draft disturbing the cold powder. Dimitri simply laid quiet staring upward at that open dead street ahead only catching the visage of bleeding streetlights hollow and tasteless against his eyes, the simple sound shaking through his ears remeniscant of foot steps trailing on a given path. Another cough leaving Dimitri's chest ill weak and without regard for his own life but the simple hope death could be so sweet as to kiss one final good night away, the pain and turmoil bleeding off into something beautiful. Shadows broke the light as Dimitri lifted his head of the crimson puddle forming below him in a beautiful display leaving only the outline of a body standing before him, the slow footsteps breaking beautiful to his eyes. A gaze of the lovely angel kneeling before him standing several feet of distance between the two for purely a worry or such an action to convey it, only Dimitri's hand wavering up to toch hers as she drew back hearing the lifeless word slip of his lips, "Alyse. . ."2