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“Hmph. What a horrible woman. I think she needs a fixin’.” Oliver muttered to himself, turning south heading for his sister’s house.

“Mina? I need your help. I’ve got another Twilight fan thinking I’m a vampire.” He called as he entered his big sister’s house.

“Oh, good.” Mina rolled her eyes, her back to him. “I told you I’m not helping you with that anymore.”

“But Mina, she thinks I’m crazy. You’re the only person I know that has a demon form. I mean I know you don’t like anyone seeing you at night but this, this is important.” He told her indicating her lizard-like tail, the spines that came from the vertebrae and wing that came out of her back. She had claw-like fingers, and her feet were elongated with talons for toes. Her eyes were un-proportionately large; her face was all sharp, but still feminine, angles. Her hair was currently jet black and went down past her waist.

“Not a true one, I’m not like this all the time you know.” She turned around, glaring at him through vibrantly orange eyes.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, but do you want to save a life or not? The girl's homeless and has no real friends.”

Mina sighed. “Fine, I give. Where do we need to go?”

Oliver smiled widely. “Central Park.”

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“Oh really? Then why do you have vampire teeth? And why does your skin have those weird markings?” She asked him smugly, pointing to silver swirling lines on his skin.

He glared at her. “Because You’ve been reading too much Twilight. My teeth are perfectly normal for a half demon. And so is my skin.”Oliver nodded his head once, sharply, giving an And-that’s- final huff.

“Oh. I see.” Tink scooted away from him, looking at him side long. [I]What a freak. He’s so rude, obviously making fun of me. There’s no doubt that he’s a vampire. Loser.[/I]

Suddenly over his almost-a-snit, Oliver looked down at the pavement under his feet. “And what of you? How did you come to be here?
Sitting on my bench in the middle of the night?”

Her voice flat and emotionless, she looked straight at him.“My father died, left me mountains of debt, I lost my job, and then my house decided to burn down while I was out looking for a job.” Tink let the words hang in the air for a moment before getting up to walk away.

“Wait, That’s not right!! Where’re you going?! You can’t just say something like that and then get up and walk away! You have to give the person time to react!” Oliver yelled following after her.

“Yes I can. See? I’m doing it right now. Good bye.” Tink, not turning around, waved her hand in the air behind her in a short chop of a wave.

“Oh, you’re not getting rid of me that easy.” He hollered after her, stopping where he was and letting her walk away.

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“Tink. Well actually Tinica, but you can call me Tink.” She stared at the hand suspiciously for a moment before shaking it. “Why do you care? I mean, I’m stinky, dirty, homeless and jobless.”
Oliver shrugged “Well to be honest,you’re sitting on my bench.”

“Yeah? Well you know why I’m sitting on your bench? Because, I don’t have a home. This is my bed.” Tink snapped at him.

“Well, I’m just as homeless as you but, unlike you, I actually have friends.” Oliver grinned at her.

“How do you know that?”

Oliver chuckled trying not to burst in to laughter. “Because, if you had real friends like me, you’d be clean, fed, and happy. I get to mooch off my friends, because they’re real friends, not posers.”

Tink rolled her eyes at him. “You know what? You’re a loser.”

“I know that. Tell me something new and interesting.” His glasses flashed in the lamplight. He smiled at her forgetting his vampiric teeth might not look normal to her.

“A-are you a vampire?” Tink asked, trying not to panic.

“Hmm? Oh, no.” Oliver gave a small huff of a laugh, fingering a canine tooth. “I’m not a vampire, my mom was human. Vampires are just stories.” He smiled again, this time not as wide.

Tink gulped and asked “And your father?”

“Umm. He was a demon.”

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[I]Is this how you meant for me to survive? Is this what you meant to leave me with? Is this what you were talking about when you told me that everything would be ok?[/I] Tinica mentally asked her late father.

A month ago her father had died from gunshot wounds. Muggers had shot him, trying to get to her. A week after he died her house burned down, she had no job, and he’d left her with mountains of debts to pay off. He had pretended to protect her from everything he could, ever since she was little and now he was gone.

She had no idea of what to do, so day in and day out she sat in various parks, sleeping on the benches and digging through the trash for the food that people with money wasted. Wearing only the clothes that she had left the house in the day her house burned down.

[I]I can’t believe you’re dead. I feel as if you abandoned me![/I] ”You Jerk! How could you?!” She screamed at the night sky, anguished and lonely.

“Oh, dear. Are you ok? You seem distraught.” She looked up to see a man a little taller than average height leaning down to look at her. He had messy dark brown hair, and looked down at her, concerned, through incredibly green eyes, holding his glasses as if they were going to fall off his face. He looked too skinny, but it was ok because somehow he made it work nicely.

“No shit Sherlock.” She told him grumpily, crossing her arms in a childish gesture of anger.

Straitening up, he calmly pushed his glasses up with one finger. “Oh, well. Is there anything I can do to help? My name’s Oliver. You are-” Sitting down, he held his hand out to her.