Meet me down by the Dock

The dock was filled with boats tonight. It was perfect to hide whatever happened between the many boats. Yuumine sat on the dock between two boats. Tears streamed down her cheeks and had clumped her bare lashes together. She was sobbing, but in a way that almost sounded like she needed a hand with something, and if not that, she was a witness that people didn’t want snooping around in an illegal trade. She sat in a big orange poofy dress with a big light green jacket on top to cover her deadly white skin. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, but it could almost look like someone had been pulling in it. With great skills, she had made sure that it looked like she had been hit in the face. Now, she was just waiting for the right people to catch onto the bait.

Lately Lazarus had tried his best to give the people their life back no more criminal activity, but it was like for each time he dealt with some drug dealers or gang members the double amount sprung up, doing the exact same thing. So, he had tried to gather intel and he had finally figure out, where a big deal was going to go down between some gang members. The leader or second in command would look over this transaction he also knew, that compared to before it was both drugs and guns there where a part of it.

Maybe some other things two, the last part he was not completely sure on. So, he had grabbed a a wooden stick with him, hoping it would be enough to deal with these people hopefully he would be able to get it done and no one would ever want more power.

That was the idealist of him, that told him, that so as he got down to the docks. A crying clearly got his attention very fast, as his wolf ears could hear most things. He then sneaked around until he found the girl sitting for herself. “Hi it’s going to be all right, I will be right back, then we can get you out of here. “He added sending her a little and uplifting smile, or at least he tried too.

As she seemed to sobbed and said she was all right, for a moment he thought that she was all right. But it was like a piece of him was unsure, as he thought that she was playing a role. Maybe it was because he was getting paranoid, maybe not. He then returned to her, before he places his weapon on her neck. “Why do I not believe you, who are you?”

He then asked clearly wanting to make sure nothing bad happened even if the other people where criminals too, for a moment he was unsure if she was good or bad, and played a role or not, but he decides he would not take any more chances. His senses was on heighten to a new place, that made him unsure about, who and why this woman where here.

As the person seemed to keep up the charade, he looked at her. “Why should I believe you usual people don’t seem to stay put when they get help” He pointed out clearly not buying any of this, why would she not just get up and leave since she was not alone anymore. It was a question he wanted answers too, hoping the woman clearly either would end her charade or maybe even show the person’s true colour.

One thing he was sure about, was that he where not going to leave before he figured out, what she was doing here, and why she had seemed content to just hide down here near the docks, where in all parts it would be most smart and most.


“So tell me, who are you, and what are you really doing here ?” He then asked clearly showing his more animal side, in the sense that he would not be shy to go dark, if that was what it took to get her to tell him the truth.

As the woman seemed to act like a corner animal, he knew something was, up a corner animal would always act that way, and in theory she could just yell or, push his stick away it was not really a weapon and, in that theory, break it when she pushed it away.

“There is something you aren’t telling me, so who the hell are you, stop with this charade, you better tell me the truth, or I will break your spine.”
He said as it shortly after turned into a sneered, Lazarus had never trusted people really taking into acount that he was not a person who just would fall for a sweet smile, if he was wrong, he would know later. But if not, this was a chance to stop something horrific from happening.


Or that was his high hopes anyway. His eyes then looked at her, waiting for her to act on anything. If she did not seem to it, he would reach out, and feel the coldness only described as a vampire. This would make him even more dangerous in that sense, he would not let her stay here clearly waiting for something, a thing he would hear as a car arrived.