<div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 15px">Vincent/ Abandoned Building/ Sunrise</span></b>​</div><br/>Puffs of smoke appeared in a dimly lit room from time to time, deep guttural sounding music playing from somewhere in the ransacked area. Vincent had been spending most of his time in an abandoned apartment building on the outskirts of Winter Haven. Dark eyes glancing at the clock showed him something that others couldn't see, the second hand of the clock was moving backwards. This was his curse. Lips pursed tight around a cigarette, his inhale of air causing the embers on the end to glow a bright red, casting an eerie light over his face. His hair was disheveled. He hadn't gone outside of this room in some time, unsure of what day it even was anymore. Faint, soft scratching sounds began behind a piece of torn furniture near Vincent. A skeletal hand rising from the edge, pulling a monstrous body up with it. Its face was elongated like that of a bird, multiple eye sockets showing four glowing orbs in the darkness. There was no skin over the creature's body, it was mostly skeleton. Rotting tissue below his bones thumping in time with the beating of its two hearts.<br/><br/>"Rmh?" The word coming from Vincent's mouth would have sounded like gibberish to anyone who didn't speak the language. The language of demons.<br/><br/>"Rpjh?" The creature responded. He wanted to know when they would hunt, that was his purpose, the reason he had been brought to life on this plane. If he didn't fulfill his purpose then there was no reason for him to live any farther.<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah." Vincent broke down into the human's language. The embers finally reaching the filter of the cigarette before it was flicked into a far corner of the room. "We're going. We're going."<br/><br/>The man stood up, sunlight appearing in the room suddenly as a cool breeze forced its way through a crack in a window, pushing aside a curtain to make its way in. The creature hunched next to him, raspy breathing coming from the beaked mouth.<br/><br/>"Srmjvl." Vincent said, his voice demanding as he told the creature that he needed to change his shape. There was no way that they would be able to walk out of this building and not draw attention if he was to leave in that form. As the final syllable of the word was spoken, the bones of the creature began to snap harshly. Cries of discomfort and pain resonating through the room as its body changed shape. The celestial man only stood at five feet seven inches, but the now human body that straightened out next to him hovered over Vincent almost by a complete foot.<br/><br/>"Better, Amigo?" The creatures voice was rough, sounding as if he had spent the last decade screaming. Vincent visibly winced at its words.<br/><br/>"I'm not your amigo, Kramsher. I am your master." Vincent had weaved his way through the room, rats scurrying here and there as they were disturbed from their hiding places. Smoke began to rise from where Vincent had discarded his cigarette, a delicate looking fabric being eaten by growing flames that would soon engulf the entire room threatening to take the building with it.<br/><br/>"As you speak, Amore." Kramsher said, a small smile forming across his face. His eyes almost glittering like that of a puppy dog who had just been praised for sitting for the first time. Vincent winced again, his jaw tightening as he ground his teeth together. Kramsher had always been a work in progress. It wasn't hard to train him to obey the celestial's demands, neither was it hard to train him to hunt and kill. His biggest challenge had been trying to teach him the way the humans speak, the way they behave. Usually Vincent didn't allow for Kramsher to speak at all but the crowish demon would relish in his excitement for what he saw as a job well done.<br/><br/>The door to the abandoned building swung open to the outside world, smoke rolling out from the top of the door frame as the two men appeared in the sunlight. Both of them squinting with the harshness of the sun as they faced it head on. Vincent had come to hate this place. He had spent so much of his time on Earth that it was starting to leave a sour taste in his mouth. He was growing impatient and almost sloppy with his efforts of finding the firstborns. But there was a tingle in his spine that told him something was bound to happen, that for once in this dreadful cycle of falling through time something might actually go right for him. In a blink of the eye, Kramsher had stepped out into the street, blinded by the sun. Unfortunately his steps led him directly into the path of a Greyhound bus.<br/><br/>The bus didn't stop as it plowed through the human body which quickly evaporated into a pile of black feathers that spread out over the windshield of the great metal beast. The driver panicked momentarily, not knowing what he had hit or how he had even hit it. Maybe watching the tall man stepping into the street had been a trick of his eyes. Where had the feathers even come from? His hands shook as he gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles starting to turn white. Eyes darting back and forth between his two side mirrors as he waited to see a body in the growing distance between him and that spot but there was nothing except feathers floating in the wind.<br/><br/>"Fuck!" Vincent snarled, the word coming from deep within his throat, exiting his lips like a growl from an angered beast. How many times had this pesky thing done something stupid like this? A crow cawed from a nearby tree, some of its feathers sticking out of its body in funny directions as it spread its wings wide and gave them a great shake. "You tricky bastard."<br/><br/>Vincent was almost proud of the brute, he had thought for sure that his companion had finally met his end by something as stupid as a passing bus. Yet there he was perched in a tree. Granted he hadn't come away from the incident completely unscathed. Although he wasn't happy with his lovable companion for very long as he heard the crow manage to speak a word from across the street at him.<br/><br/>"Babe." The word was twisted by the way his beak moved but it was still understandable. A muscle twitched above Vincent's left eye as he quickly turned on his heel and stomped down the sidewalk. Hands smoothing out his hair, pushing it back to lay down on his head as it normally would.<br/><br/>"I need him." Vincent reminded himself as he walked down the sidewalk that would take him deeper into Winter Haven. "I can't kill him yet. I need him." The words were repeated, the crow flying up into the sky but staying in visible distance of his master.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>xxxxxx<br/>
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<span style="font-size: 15px">Elias / Greyhound Bus/ Early Morning</span> </b>​</div><br/><br/>Large headphones covered the ears of a snoring man, his mouth hanging open as a stream of drool dripped onto the arm rest of the bus seat. German rock filled his ears, small muscles in his body twitching once in a while as he dreamed about some of the adventures he had so far in his drifter life style. He was a long way from his home of Altenberg, Germany. There was no good reason that he could think of for him to leave his home but thankfully he didn't have to explain his choices to anyone. He had lost his mother at a very young age and eventually his father too when Elias was only ten years old. Strangely enough it hadn't really affected the boy that much, not as much as his relatives had expected.<br/><br/>Dreams floated through the man's head as the music continued to play through the headphones. He saw flashes of different faces, small glimpses of skin and flashy clothing. Most of his time in this country had been spent in bars and dance clubs, sampling the local girls in every place he went. He had managed to get his ass kicked only a handful of times. Elias' stature was small but he was able to handle his own. Learning from a young age that you had to have tough skin in this world. He was almost similar to a wild animal. He was absolute dangerous when he was cornered without any other choice but to fight his way out.<br/><br/>"Hey!" A hand grabbed Elias by the shoulder, giving him a harsh tug. The voice making its way into his dream, which showed him dancing closely with a woman. His hands on her hips as her arms were draped over his shoulders. The room was warm and stuffy, sweat dripping from the both of them as their bodies swayed to the music in time. The girl in front of him opened her mouth but a man's voice came out instead.<br/><br/>"Was?" His German accent was thick, confusion causing his brow to furrow both in his dream and in reality.<br/><br/>"Hey!" The voice was louder this time as the hand gave him another shake. "This is the last stop. You gotta wake up, man." The bus driver was desperate to end his shift, wanting to get as far away from the bus as he possibly could. The driver's nerves were still on edge as he kept picturing the man walking out into the street. Bile started to rise to the back of his throat as he thought about the possibility that he had committed a hit and run.<br/><br/>"Okay! Okay!" Elias' voice was thick with sleep as he struggled to untuck himself from the bus seat, his body had been folded in quite an intricate way to even become comfortable to begin with. His whispered to himself in German as he wiped the drool away from his cheek, short blonde hair sticking straight out from the side of his head as he was ushered from the bus. The man tripped down the last two steps of the bus, tucking his shoulder in he rolled onto the sidewalk as his bags were tossed out of the folding door behind him. Elias had risen from the concrete ready to fight but the doors had already closed once again, the bus pulling away from the stop as quickly as it could.<br/><br/>"Arschloch!" Elias yelled after the bus, his middle finger held high in the air as he kicked an innocent rock to release his frustration. A light shade of red had started to creep up his neck, hands roughly adjusting his jacket before he angrily grabbed his bags from the ground. That was most definitely the rudest encounter he had had so far, the driver was lucky he had gotten away as fast he did. Elias kept a 9mm pistol tucked in the back of his pants, you know, for self defense.<br/><br/>Headphones had slipped down around the man's neck, music still blaring as he looked around trying to find any indication of where he had ended up. He had fallen asleep the day before on the bus when the sun was starting to end its descent in the sky. He had no idea how many miles they had driven through the night and so far there wasn't any sign willing to give up any clues about the town he had landed in. But there was something about this town, the hair on the back of his neck standing up as he could hear a faint ringing in his ears. Was this where he was meant to be? The place that would finally end his life as a drifter?