Lets skip around 4.. no, 5 months.. Of course I gave him my number. Who wouldn't want to chat it up with a tall, white-haired boy with striking violet eyes? I know I want to, and I am. Dad knew something was up the moment I came out, and it was a long, interrogation ride home.. but since then, it's been a non-stop rollercoaster of smile and laughter ever since. But at this moment in time, I was frantically digging through my closet because I was going out, with him. Of course, I had been on many dates with him before, but this felt, different. I let out an annoyed whine, grabbing the attention of my older sister. I could feel her grin from across the room, her eyes locking onto my shirtless frame. "This is new.." She snickered and looked through my clothes before tossing a shirt towards me. "Dad's downstairs waiting on you." I couldn't tell if her tone was one of dread or something completely different. Oh well. I looked down at the black button-up in my hand and sighed. "Of all the colors.." I mumbled and pulled the shirt on anyways, being hardly able to button it up due to the shaking in my hands. After I managed to do something with my mop I call hair, I trotted downstairs, staring at the time on my phone. I was ahead of schedule, good. Immediately I was met with my dad, not noticing the red tie in his hands. "Here." I reached out and took it, tilting my head. Something about it was..familiar. Oddly enough it took me a few minutes to recognize the piece of clothing. "The tie from your wedding.." I mumbled, looking up as he took it and began to tie it around me. "I don't plan on using it anytime soon, besides, I've already impressed the love of my life." Ah, so that's where Mel got her hard-to-decipher tone.. Dad. I smiled and nodded once anyways, adjusted the tie once it was secure around me. "Now, go. Be careful, it's a full moon, never known what kind of crazy goes on." He patted my back, almost like he was shoving me out the door.. He never did this with Mel, or Lexi for that matter, I had to pry him away at some point.. ANYWAYS, that's not important, what is important is that there's been a time-skip, and I now currently seated across from the hottest man alive. In the time skip, dear reader, I found out that he's hardly eating. Unusual, he usually ate, but it was very little. But, it could be the fact that I half to eat half my weight because holy cow, do bird-kids eat a heck of a lot of food. But that's not it, there's been a lot of hand holding, and his hand is still like a complete ice-block. Again, not unusual. but, colder than usual.. Like, I understand it's winter, and we're in his car and blasting the heat, and he's STILL cold. I swear, does he have like lack of circulation or something? "Why weren't you at the blood bank earlier? You never told me you weren't working.." I asked in a slightly disappointed tone, after all, I do go there every other day.. This over-production of blood is a real nuisance. "Day off. Why? Miss me?" He grinned. God, that smile of his.. And that tone.. so, teasing? "Maybe.. Say, you've got some sharp canines going on.." I tilted my head, eyes glancing over his lips. Had I ever noticed them before? "And you're hands are super cold all the time." He pouted at that comment. "Is that problem?" I immediately regretted pointing it out. "N-no! I was just curious as to why.." He was silent before moving his seat back. He only patted his lap and I froze. We'd been dating for a while for a while now, but.. Was I even ready for this? Dear God, help me. I casually climbed over and sat myself onto his lap, trying not to let him smell any fear. I could feel his eyes and then felt him gently tugging at the tie and loosening it. "What are.." I didn't finish the sentence because I got a look to tell me to hush. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could feel him unbuttoning the top portion of my shirt. He pressed one finger under my chin and lifted, my eyes shifting to the car ceiling. I was honestly expected a kiss, but nooooooo. I was about to say something, and that's when I felt it. The burning sensation of fangs piercing my skin. That's why he hardly ate, why he was so cold... and why he worked in a blood blank? I let him linger for a few minutes, I honestly had enough blood to go around, so it didn't bother me. When I pulled away, was a sight I could never forget. His violet eyes were an unusual crimson red, the blood on his face to match. I wasn't too concerned with the wound on my neck.. But the information I had gained. My boyfriend.. was a vampire?!
Alias:Unknown
Age: 14 (would be 18 now)
Status: deceased
Appearance: dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, 5'8, he always wore a beanies and really any headgear. and he always has black war paint on his cheeks.
Personality: He was very cocky and tried to make a joke out of everything, he always thought of cocky and sarcastic remarks to people who were trying to be serious. He was someone who lightened the mood when things got tough. especially being trapped in that town.
Powers/Abilities: he had the ability to create mist and fog to hide himself or confuse enemies, his weapon of choice was daggers and a small double handed scypths.
Past: he died in a escape plan gone wrong.
Others: He was one of the reasons why BloodMist never cracked under the sadness and how overwhelmed he felt being trapped there. He made him see the light in most of the situations and made him able to keep his composure.
Alias: unknown.
Age: 15 ( would be 19 now)
Status: deceased
Appearance: black hair, green eyes, 5'10, glasses.
Personality: he is very very smart and often thinks things through the logical way before actually doing it. He was often the one to speak his mind and opinion and prove that he was always right with his theories.
Powers/Abilities: he was truly someone with a brilliant mind, could hack systems, and develop inventions of his own that his team used. He had great combat skills with spears. His brain is his power.
Past: he was killed in a break out with his team.
Others: The teleport smoke bombs BloodMist uses were his invention and he taught him how to make them. Most of the adjustments in Mistys suit were Logan's invention (ex. the suction on his hands a feet so he can run on the sides of buildings, the wrist grappling hooks)
Name:Matt Nast
age:15
Alias: GreyStar
powers: clairvoyant, astral projection,he can resurrects the dead(but only if they have been dead for less than a day),and white magic
civvies:changes
hero outfit:whatever he's wearing with a white cloak and gloves
appearance:black hair eyes sometimes blue sometimes brown tall average weight
race:half German half Vietnamese
BG story:Ever since his grandfather passed away he has been able to speak to the dead,and throughout the years he gained more powers.
Now he has decided to use them for a good use,and so he saves people and goes by the name GreyStar.
<3<3<3 Hope you enjoyed
age:15
Alias: GreyStar
powers: clairvoyant, astral projection,he can resurrects the dead(but only if they have been dead for less than a day),and white magic
civvies:changes
hero outfit:whatever he's wearing with a white cloak and gloves
appearance:black hair eyes sometimes blue sometimes brown tall average weight
race:half German half Vietnamese
BG story:Ever since his grandfather passed away he has been able to speak to the dead,and throughout the years he gained more powers.
Now he has decided to use them for a good use,and so he saves people and goes by the name GreyStar.
<3<3<3 Hope you enjoyed