His breathing became heavier, and he smiled at his sister, his face radiant, yet faint at the same time, the smile growing dim as he slowly moved to an unconscious state. "I love you... Sister... thank....you.....". Those were his last words before he passed out, hugging her tightly, his forehead leaning on hers, her body resting on his.

The girl's eyes glowed a light purple, a small smile alighting her delicate features. She had the natural grace of an angel, the intriguing beauty of both a demon and angel, and a mischevious tint to her eyes. An odd combination she was. Half-demon, half-angel; rejected by both Heaven and Hell for the deadly combo. Her slender figure seemed to glide over the snowy streets, white snowflakes falling upon her mid-back length, crimson black hair. Her bangs, swooped across her face, momentarily fell in her wide violet eyes and she brushed them away with a long, slender finger. The now uncovered startling eyes settled on an interesting situation a few yards in front her. A boy, bleeding from his back, lay passed out around the legs of a woman. Another duo, possibly a brother and sister, stood watching to the side of them.


A frown alighted Raziel's face as she watched, still walking gracefully, the four at the bus stop. Raziel, meaning angel of mystereies, didn't it suit her perfectly?, glanced at her companion. He watched with slight amusement and slight confusion. They'd been best friends since they had both been rejected by Heaven and Hell. An odd duo they made, he being a half angel half reaper, but that didn't matter to them. Finally, Raziel, referred to as Raz, strolled up the four. "Hi there, does he need help?" She asked bluntly, pointing to the boy unconscious on the ground. She saw his back wounds healing themselves, but she didn't comment.

Ezekiel, meaning (arch)angel of Death and Transformation, assessed what happened before him with light gray eyes. His dark hair swooped across his face like Raz's bangs, but he could still see. One of the girls seemed like him, the one who appeared to be the twin of the still conscious male. Maybe something to do with death, maybe a death god or reaper? He decided to ask her this later, or to find out for himself. However, not wasn't the time to be questioning the species of others. His pale skin, much like the color Raz's, made his dark hair seem even darker, like when the moon overlapped the sun in eclipse. It suited him well, he being one who was handsome but did not believe it nor admit it. He was lean and muscular, but not overly muscled, which he found disgusting. He didn't work out like crazy, only occasionally, and it was more so the things he did that toned his tall body.

Zeke was about to ask the female to his side, who was more like a sister than close friend, if they should confront the four figures. However, she was way ahead of him as she stepped up to them. He chuckled, a velvety sound coming from his throat, and a small grin appeared on his face. He, like his companion, had a mystery and mischievous tint to his eyes, but also a kindness. His long legs followed Raz to the group, and he gave them a small bow. "I'm Ezekiel, call me Zeke, and that is Raziel, she goes by Raz. Your friend is in need of assistance, no?" He asked, a natural, slight Bulgarian accent emitting in his voice. Raz was actually from German, he from Bulgaria, but they had grown up together so the ehtnic difference wasn't a problem. Raz gave him a dark look as he introduced her, he knew it was a pet peeve of hers, and he put his hands up in mock surrender.

Ink looked at Night,"I think we should go to our house now..." She mumbled. Noticing the newcomers, she stood from her seat on the bench,"Yo, I'm Ink, Inky or whatever you can think of." Gesturing to her brother, who somehow finished the preparations and came back, she added,"This is my twin, Allen Darkblade!~" Ink looked down at Night, then at his sister,"Night promised that you two would come with us to our house. Though you two can come also!~" She said.

Sighing, Allen smiled at the two others,"Pleasure to meet you." He said,"Ink, you get me into the oddest situations," He muttered into her ear.
Grinning, Ink replied,"That's what you get for befriending a Death god." Frowning he looked at the large group that had suddenly formed. "Well, if you all want to come to our house, you can, since Ink here ablsolutely loves visitors."

"Nnng... huh?". He stared wide-eyed at the newcomers and held onto his sister even tighter. He became engulfed by the aura of the 3 beings of darkness, feeling the aura sink into his wounds, screaming in pain, then looking at Ink. "Can we go now...? I'm ready...". He shrugged off the lasting pain and stood up, holding his Sister's hand as though she were only six, although in reality she had just turned nineteen. He himself had just turned twenty-one, his body muscular, yet slender, black band red bangs hanging in his face. His jeans were ripped a bit more than earlier that night, splinters from the bench digging into his skin slightly, rubbing his head. He tried remember what had happened since he passed out, finding himself coming short of reality, shrugging it off and walking toward Ink. He placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled. "Thank you for your kindness. I would be honored to join you and your brother at your house." He went back to his sister and grabbed her hand, pulling her beside him and walking back over to Ink and Allen. "We're ready."

Ink had a mischievous grin on her face,"Okay, let's go!~" She spun in a circle before skipping towards her and Allen's house. Allen slowly followed behind her so the other's wouldn't get lost. But it was easy to find a white-haired girl running around that wasn't Ink. Her boot made soft thuds on the ground and her hair was bouncing around, but her arms were spread wide, like an airplane, she walked down the sidewalk and went around the corner. Ink popped out from the corner to make sure they were following, then went towards their house, which looked pretty haunted to most people.

Raz raised her left eyebrow at Zeke, her soft pinks curling up into a light smile. "Why not?" She said to him and shrugged. Raz turned back to the others. "You too Allen," she said and grinned back at him. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Ezekiel followed, Raz trotted after the other 3. The woman the now conscious, but then unconscious, boy clung to seemed to be his sister. Maybe a lover? No, not a lover, Raz thought to herself. She'd always had a talent for knowing these things, but she rarely let on. It was more amusing to know and have it a secret than to share it with the world. It came in handy in tough situations, and she used it to her advantage. Raz and Zeke both walked in even strides, catching up to the sides of the others quickly. Speculative thoughts filled their eyes as they watched the others, seeing what they could detect by looking at them.

"Staring's rude Raz," Zeke teased Raz in a hushed whispered. She elbowed him and he pretended to be in pain before they both pushed away any wondering thoughts and focused at the matter at hand. Frankly, Zeke knew they should ask questions and find out about the people that so easily followed before actually going to their house. But Zeke, and Raz, could tell that they could be trusted. For now. A hint of death lingered in the aura around them, and he knew it wasn't just because of his and Raz's dark halfs, no, it was also in the others. The woman who held Night's hand intrigued Zeke the most. He wasn't sure who she was, but he'd be interested to find out.

((sorry for it being a bit bland, I'm kinda busy))

His eyes grew wide as he rounded the corner of the building, staring at their house. "Nice place you got here... i'll fit in just fine." He smiled a bit, making sure his sister was also following, suddenly sensing something that seemed... out of place, like a disturbance in the atmosphere around them. "Uhm... did anyone else feel that...?" He prayed he wasn't going delusional, shrugging off the feeling as he shook his head, the underlying tension messing with his head. He sighed, realizing that he was missing his sister, looking around for her, calling her name. He turned to Ink's direction and yelled to her. "I think we lost my Sister...". His tone grew a bit panicked, but turned around a corner to find her sipping on a juice box which she had grabbed from inside of a store on the way to the house. He ran to her and wrapped his arms around her. "I thought i'd lost you, Sister..."

Ink laughed,"Thanks, we did this ourselves." She trotted over to see the problem,"Ah, so you don't like to be away from your sister huh?" She said, more to herself than to others. Stamping her boots a bit to get some snow off she poked Night's cheek again,"Hey Night, lets go now!~" She whined,"Or come when your sister is done~ Allen will wait for you!~" Allen looked like her was going to object, but said nothing as a death glare was sent towards him. Sighing, he leaned on the wall and looked at Night curiously.

"Why is your sister so important to you? I am a few minutes older so I am older than Ink, but isn't that being a bit overprotective?" Allen asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ink faced the other two,"Come on Raz, Zeke too! I bet brother put food on the table already!~" She scooped up a handful of snow, and yet again skipped toward the gloomy-looking house. It looked really haunted, but it looked like a regular old house on the inside, if you can get inside. Ink has these traps that only people like her could get through, or unless she undoes them herself. Which is a problem since Allen has to avoid them, since he's a regular human.

Watching Night with a semi-amused and semi-confused stare, Raz was intrigued at Night's protectiveness of his younger sister. Sure, Zeke was pretty protective of her. But not to that extent. The girl was a grown woman for Pete's sake, not a 6 year old. She didn't think that Night needed to watch over his sister as if she was. Then again, there were always things beneath the surface that one did not know. And these were things Raz wanted to know and would eventually know due to her own accord. Curiosity, mischievousness, and things of that nature ran in her veins, she couldn't help it.

"Oh delicious food," Raz replied to Ink and laughed. The girl made her feel slightly more cheery, which added to Raziel's already enthusiastic nature. She wasn't one of those girls that barely ate and claimed they were fat. Raz loved food to be blunt, but she didn't over eat either. Exercise and a high metabolism kept her lean, plus she ate healthy most of the time. Her hairs stood up on the back of her neck as she noticed a few things that seemed... off. It could have just been the haunted-like feel of the house, or it could have been... precautions. Traps. However, Raz stayed on her toes, ready to dodge any booby trap if needed. That didn't take away from her friendly nature and optimistic personality, and she took in the Victorian house in amazement. "Beautiful..."

Ezekiel watched the scene before him with interested eyes and furrowed eye brows. He was wondering the same thing Raz had thought and the same thing Allen had said. He knew it was none of his business to comment, though he badly wanted to. "She is grown," he added lightly and shrugged, before walking into the old house after the two females in front of him. At the mention of food his stomach rumbled loudly and he laughed at the timing of it. The white haired girl bounced as she walked in front of them, leading Raz and Zeke further into the mysterious house. Its setup and feel reminded him slightly of the mansion from, you guessed it, The Haunted Mansion. The thought brought a smile to his face and a glow to his pale eyes.

"So... when did you and your..." Zeke trailed off, not quite sure what Allen was. Sure, they looked like they could be brother and sister, even twins like they had said. But Zeke had other suspicions. He pushed them off, not wanting to seem rude. "Well, you and Allen, acquire this place?" Zeke pondered, as amazed as his best friend was at the beauty of the old home. It was rare to see a home as old as this in such good condition. It was a shame when he saw a once beautiful and adored Victorian house in shambles and surrounded by 6 foot tall weeds. The gloomy twinge to the house added to its melancholy feeling of it. Though, Zeke had to admit it fitted the house. His toned body had a slight grace as he slipped through the halls behind the two girls.

*Sips juice* "Wait… What happened?" The woman looked to the being then to her sibling as she subcontously grabbed her siblings hand.

He pulled his sister along the pathway. "C'mon! Allen and Ink invited us to their home." He leaned into his sister and kissed her cheek, dodging all of the obvious traps and walked inside, slowly finding Ink leading the rest of the group. "Sorry we're late...". He smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head a bit. "Did you all miss us?" He chuckled quietly to himself. "If you did, hopefully not too much."

Ink grinned,"Yup! Well this is our house, and as some people say, our home is yours." Ink gestured to the dinning table, where a feast was laid out,"It's not much, mostly meat, bread, and vegetables." With the pack of snow in her hand. she went to the end of the hallway and opened the door. Throwing the snow inside, sounds of happy animals came from behind before Ink closed the door and came to the table. Picking up a drumstick and taking a bite she sighed happily. "Ah!" She stood up and put her drumstick on the plate. Going to a floorboard, she lifted it up and inside was a rope. Pulling on it, it turned off all the traps, a loud thump was heard, and Allen came in, rubbing his head, cursing ever so slightly at the pain. "I got it a long time ago~ its about 130 years old."

"130? Wasn't that 200 years after you came to Earth?" Allen asked, before getting smack on the head by Ink,"Chill, you are a death god, so you should know how to do that!"

Ink pouted like a 6 year old,"Even though, I'm still 16 in regular years, being who know how many years old in death years is not the same!~" She argued, and sparks went flying between the said "twins."

The woman stared blanking at her sibling, confused and following blindly.

He pulled out his sister's chair, then walked over to the two twins and got between them. "Enough, let's just eat and be happy. And Ink, what did he mean by death god?" Night acted as if he knew nothing, leading Ink to her seat before sitting between his Sister and Ink, grabbing some mashed potatoes from the bowl with a spoon and scooping some on his plate. "This all looks amazing..." His mouth watered slightly as he stared at all of the delicious food, breathing in all of the aromas, barely noticing the auras of the death-ly beings in the room.

The woman looked at the food then to her sibling, not interested in what was in front of her. "Brother… You know what I like…"

Ink took another bite of her chicken,"Well, like them reaper people, I'm like them, but it only happens when I'm at my limit." Putting some rice on her plate she continued,"I don't do much nowadays, this town is just really more quiet, so its more peace for me." Wiping her mouth with a napkin she drank some milk. There was a milk mustache on her face, but she didn't notice. "More people have been dying lately, but I'm not too sure why." She chewed slowly, getting all the flavors to conflict with one another. "I need to go out and collect a few more wandering souls at midnight, so if you hear noises at that point, then I'm off collecting." Nodding to herself, she ate quietly now, finished with her seemingly endless chatter.

He piled his sister's plate with all of her favorite foods on the table, handing her chopsticks so she could eat the teriyaki chicken and the broccoli. He smiled softly and stuffed his face, just eating enough to be full, thanking Ink and Allen for the meal. "Where will we be staying tonight?"

Ink and Allen looked at one another for a minute,"Probably in my room, since it has the biggest bed, me and Allen can go in the guest room if Raz and Zeke wanna sleep over as well? Don't worry, our rooms are like those victorian rooms, just mine is a bit more darkly colored." Grinning, she continued eating,"Good cooking today Allen!~" She said.

Allen chuckled,"Well, I have been doing it for quite a while," He wasn't lying. When Ink brought him from a gang fight to her house, all he did was watch the cooking channel, so he tried it a few times, after remodeling the kitchen to it old state again, he finally got the hang of cooking, and does the cooking in the house.

She poked at her food not listening to anyone except her sibling. "Brother… I'm not hungery… I actually feel nauseous…"

His focus changed, and he looked distressed, looking at Allen. "Do you think you could help her? She'll need a place to lay... I'm sorry you feel horrible, Sister...". He tried not to focus on anyone except his sister. His gaze was more towards Ink now, studying the deathly aura flowing from her. He suddenly had flashbacks, holding his head and falling to the floor, letting out small grunts of pain, his body writhing around on the floor.

She quickly tended to her sibling, feeling very sickly. She hid her pain and illness as she picked her sibling up, pulling him into her lap, craddling him. "B-brother…?"

Ink put her food down suddenly and bent down to Night and his sister,"Night? What's wrong?!" She didn't want to touch him, in fear that she may hurt him more. She looked at Allen, who petted her head in sympathy. Ink looked like she was about to cry, but was trying her hardest to hold it in.

Allen put a hand on the girl's shoulder,"Shall we go to my room? You two need someplace to lay down." Holding out his hand he smiled softly,"Don't worry, I'm human." He said, lifting up Night's body slowly. Ink moved back, and sat back at the table, staring at her food blankly.

He screamed as Allen touched him, going into an overload of pain as he was cradled by Allen, sliding out of his arms and falling on the floor, almost crippled and mute by the pain, looking up into Ink's eyes, fear on his face. His mouth opened and words that did not belong to him flowed forth from him. "Touch his scars, feel his pain, you may lose yourself, or find what remains. Stay calm and sharp, on both feet, or soon, your life, it's end will meet." His body writhed around again, then stopped completely, his eyes closing, then opening a second later as he gasped for breath. "Lynx!" His eyes opened wide as he said the name, then went into a relapse, slowly going back to his normal self. His breathing slowly became normal, his hands outstretched toward Ink's feet, his body stopping completely. From the silence of the room, you could hear his heart beating thump thump... thump thump.... thump thump over and over... his eyes closed and his breathing became silent, his heartbeat like that of someone asleep or in a coma. A small grin appeared on his face as he dreamed of his beloved Lynx, whom only his sister knew about. His bangs hung in his face, covering his eyes which soon became wet with tears, the small pool of crystal beads falling to the floor in a liquid form. "I'm so sorry.... So, SO sorry..."

"…" The woman whispered the name, "Lynx" as she quickly froze. The woman fell to the floor screaming as the name entered her mind, not stopping. The words appeared then disappeared in her mind. The womans screaming abruptly stopped as she shot up, looking around as if nothing happened. She looked curiously at the staring being, confused slightly.

The male walked past the house, carrying a staff. His wings were hidden and his age was unkown to the world. The sounds from the house caught his attention as he stopped a few yards from the entrance. He suddenly appeared in front of the door as he hesitated to knock. The males presence created a sturr among the people inside of the home. He wore a black shirt and a black pair of jeans with slight rips in them. His shoes where white, but slightly dirty from walking a far distance. His hair was a dirty brown that covered one side of his face. The male wasn't here for conversation, he was here for a purpose. To get the girl. The girl with a Brother that protected her so. Something in their past prevented him from moving on, making it hard for him to forget her. His name was Leviathen. He called himself Levi… The male stood in front of the door, dropping his hand and waiting for their responce because he knew they knew he was there.