『︎❝︎ Jeremiah Greyson, a odd combination of a werewolf and vampire. And, as both were mortal enemies, neither groups had accepted him as part of their species.
Although, there are a few who do not believe that. They believe that he can belong in ei...
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CHAPTER ONE: the mortal cup
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"FUCK!" Jeremiah Greyson cursed, growling as he breathed out. He tried to focus on his breathing, grunting as the wound continued to heavily bleed.
He sent a death glare to the corpse that was crippled with broken bones, ripped out throat and blood surrounding the boy. He hoped that they wouldn't try and connect this selfdefense-murder to the murders that are happening and seeming to be done by a vampire. Or by someone who wants everyone to think it's the vampires. His bet is demons.
"Shit." He cursed again, looking around the area. "Fuck," he brought up his opposite arm, ripping the sleeve of his jacket off. "this is my favorite jacket." Then pressed it to his wound, managing to hold it still while he fished for his phone with his other pocket.
"Hey, uh, listen, I need some help. Call me, when you get this, Luke." He left the voicemail, turning his head to see if anyone was around before he ran, being gone from the alleyway and in his apartment in under five seconds.
Jeremiah removed the jacket, dumping it onto the floor, then walking over to the body-length mirror and taking a closer look at the wound. The wound was an odd color, he'd never seen it before.
His blood was black, and he didn't know why. His blood shouldn't be black. Unless whoever he had fought and killed he poisoned him. But, who he had fought went for scratches and bites.
He gritted down his teeth, taking his phone again. "Come on, come on, pick up." But once again, was left on voice mail. He was probably taking to Jocelyn. "Luke, Whatever the hell is going on with the recent murders, I think someone just tried to kill me the same way."
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Jeremiah knew that he was an outcast. He was the outcast of the shadow world. He was the outcast of the human world. No matter what, he was always the outcast.
And he was fine with it. He was used to it. But, there were some people that didn't fee him the same. Okay, only two; Luke Garroway, Raphael Santiago.
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Jeremiah shot up, looking outside. It was dark, Luke wasn't answering him. He was bleeding out.
He had to call Raphael.
He sighed, rolling his shoulders and checking the wound. He turned his head, trying to remember where he had put his phone. It was on his jacket. The jacket that was currently across the room.
He moved, getting up off the couch and walking to the other side. He didn't understand, he should be healing. He should be healed. "Who the fuck did I just kill?"
Jeremiah scrolled through the contacts, pressing down on the one named 'Raph'. He waited a moment, hearing the ringing of the cell phone. And the second it stopped, being picked up, he spoke. "Listen, I know about the murders, and I know you have nothing to do with it, maybe one of your other-" he inhaled. "That's-I'm getting off topic-"
"Jeremiah, are you alright?"
"Raphael, I don't what happened, but...whoever I fought-I think they poisoned me. I can't-"
"Where are you?"
His head started to feel dizzy, his friend's voice started to fade but echo'd when he heard it. "Apartment-" had been all he was able to say before he passed out.
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When Jeremiah came to, he realized that someone else was there. There was nobody there when he last was awake, and nobody had the key to his apartment.
He lunged, only able to sit up before two hands gently, but forcefully pushed back down.
"Don't be stupid, Jeremiah, I know you aren't."
"Raphael?" He questioned, confused to see the vampire in his house, then panicked, looking towards the windows to make sure the curtains were closed or that it was still night. "W-What are you-" the memory hit him. He had called Raphael.
"Someone is killing mundanes and making it seem like you are the ones-actually it wouldn't surprise me if Camila was the one doing all the murders around. Psycho bitch."
Raphael ignored the insult, knowing how the last time the two met, Camila had thought she could try and threaten Jeremiah. That didn't work out to well for her. And the only reason he didn't kill her, was because Raphael intervened. He'd thought it was because he had taken Camila's side, but then Raphael has turned to her and told her to leave.
"How's your sister?" Jeremiah asked, not even meaning too. "Sorry-"
"What happened?"
"I don't know. Someone attacked me. He got in a few hits and bits," he gestured to the wound. "but, he's dead now."
"Idiot." Raphael muttered, checking the bite mark with scratches along it.
"You are the idiot." Jeremiah replied. "When it comes to emotions. Your an idiot. Emotions idiot."
Raphael didn't reply, but made an annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes.
"That's why your my best friend." Jeremiah declared.
"I am not your best friend." Raphael denied, trying to dismiss the idea.
"Yes, you are. I'm literally your only friend."
Raphael glared at him, only making him smile wider.
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Short chapter, and Magnus nor Alec appeared, BUT I swear soon they will. For now, a chapter on Jeremiah's And Raphael's friendship
