Around 2 in the morning, a midnight blue haired, tan skinned boy walked down the busy street in the middle of the city. The lights in the buildings were bright and many of the signs were full of neon lights. A few hookers were standing around, many of them trying to pick up the boy for a 'good time' as they would put it.

Each time they would offer, he would send them a death glare and continue walking. His golden eyes were covered with his hair except for when he gave the glares. His baggy pants were held up by a long, knee-lengh chain and a baggy, long sleeved dark blue sweatshirt was over his upper body. Covering his feet were a pair of black sneakers with pure black shoelaces.

He was approched by a male who looked about the same age. But vampires never looked their age.

"Message for you." the man stepped out of the shadow of a building. He held out a thin tube of paper, tied with a thin red ribbon.

The man himself was an enigma. His dark hair was so black that it shone blue in the waxing moonlight. Jewels and delicate chains hung in front of his long bangs. His silver-gray eyes- or the one that was visible- shone like freshly-smote platinum. "Well? You gonna take it, kid?"

The boy raised an eyebrow at the new man and slowly took the paper from him. He looked at the man then at the paper. "What is it?" he asked, his voice cold like ice. "Yes, a paper, but what's it for?" He looked up at the man once again and eyed him carefully.

[even tho' it's pointless, now TT TT]

"heh," the man chided, "I'm a messenger. You expect me to know? Take it." He shoved the parchment on the kid, turned, and disappeared into the shadows.