Mortals. Weak. Pathetic. Almost saddening, as they live their pitiful, short life rushing from one meaningless event to another. Holding their humanity oh so high. Wanting to live what short amount of time they had the fullest. Often, he’d catch himself watching them in silence. Even now, after centuries. They intrigued him. What drove them. The way their hearts beat, their souls screamed. He was the face they’d see last as death claimed the burning fire within them. Heavy boots, barely audible in the crowd of people roaming the streets of L.A., left the smallest of stones crunching beneath his weight. Amber eyes scanning the busy mess of mortals and immortals alike. Beings that, for centuries, people worshiped. Feared. Some, never truly believed in until their worst nightmares came true one day. Creatures feeding on their flesh, claiming their souls, deciding their fate with powers unfathomable to human nature. The back of his neck crackled as Ben rested a large, cool hand on his nape for the cervical vertebra to find their place once more. Long night. Rough couple of days. Although he was trying his best to stay long, out of the chaos that erupted within their kinds - inevitably - it was still affecting his life. The one he had reluctantly accepted to lead, within mortals, stripped of his authority and power. The meaning that his life once had. Instead of bearing the souls of parted to guide them to their final destination, he was finding them instead. Private investigation. Working in the shadows by himself. At least that was something he was fairly familiar with.
Flecks of gold shimmered in the tall mans eyes as a heavy breath of air escaped his lungs, long fingers buried in the pockets of a pair of dark jeans. He could feel them. Sense the upcoming dread of souls ready to leave, to start a new chapter of their journey. These days, it was almost overwhelming. Bennett could take them, give them some sort of peace, but after Project Stratax, there was little he could do for them in the sense of sending them to their destination. Couldn’t carry them over to the underworld anymore. So instead, he’d store them. Screaming and bashing, relentless beings that had no place nor home. He stopped in his tracks, eyes tightly shut as he inhaled deeply. Calmed his nerves, blended out his surroundings. Sometimes he damned fate, for choosing him to be the bringer of death. His brother’s had it easier. Pity that they couldn’t switch positions. As Bennett opened his eyes again, he found himself leaning against a wall, a single droplet of blood trickling down his philtrum, spreading on his lips. Every day the same damn ordeal. “Ah, Fuck.” The man cursed under his breath, eyes landing on the first person that walked past him. “Hey, got a tissue?”
Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead, damping the little hairs the sprawled out from her hairline. Las Vegas was a lot hotter than where she usually resided in the north but it was a nice change. Something she felt her life had needed. And the heat only made the familiar scent of human flesh that much more evident. The cold weather didn’t hide it but the heat amplified it. The salty sweet scent lingering in the air. She sat in the same spot she sat everyday, a small table set up and waiting for someone to take a seat across from her. Her clothing was eccentric but not the point where it was over the top. She traded cash for false hope. Read the palms of women who believed too far into the unknown. Tossed tarot cards around and told them stories of how their lives would be filled with happiness- family and love. Something she knew all too well wasn’t a possibility for everyone. It wasn’t ideal but she made enough cash to cover her rent in a shady apartment; to give herself a place to call home even if it was falling apart. And being able to watch people without anyone thinking anything odd about it was a bonus. It made being what she was all that much easier.
Howahkan glanced up as she felt the presence of someone beside her, the sharp scent of blood hitting her hard as she sat there starving as if she had never eaten a day in her life. A constant feeling for the girl. Strangely, he looked familiar. The face of a man she felt like she had seen before but she couldn’t place where or when. After a while most faces looked the same. Without a word, the Windego reached into her bag a pulled out a small, half empty pack of tissues and with dirty hands she handed them over to him. She wasn’t usually one to help someone in need but he lacked that distinct human smell and that peaked her interest. “You alright?” she asked though the lack of concern in her voice deceived her goodhearted intentions “I mean- do you need a hospital or doctor or something? Or is fumbling around and getting nosebleeds a normal thing for you?”
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