Rain hit his face as he closed his eyes, trying to fight to stay alive. His blood was leaving his body quickly and it scared him. He was going to die. They had dumped him somewhere off the street. There was no way anyone would find him before the last of his life dripped from his body. He was scared, but also sad and angry. Why had his distant uncle stabbed him? Why had his family dumped him and left him for dead? He cursed them in Italian, swearing that if he died he'd become a demon and curse them. Suddenly he heard footsteps and someone was near him.

"Hurts..." he muttered, feeling cold as he grasped at the stranger. "H-Help..." But what could this man do for him? If he was taken to a hospital they would soon find out what he was. His family secret would be revealed and he would never be able to use his last name ever again. "St-stabbed..." His eyes focused on the man's face. A mortal, not one he knew. The man seemed concerned, frightened even. Luca closed his eyes. He hated that he was scaring him.

He felt drained. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. Any moment now, he would take his last breath. What would happen to him now? His soul was damned. He wouldn't be accepted into Heaven. He cursed his family's name once more, tears running down his cheeks and mingling with blood, dirt and rain. "Stranger... I don't want to die... Help me..." He opened his eyes again, wondering if they had become as red as the blood that drained from him. His gaze fell upon the necklace the mortal wore. Bloodstone... And the way it had been crafted... He wanted to ask where he had found it, but his vision faded. He was dying.