Old Friends

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(Third Person POV)

It has been a week since Y/n woke up and nothing has really happened. He and Carmilla now talk more with each other and tend to eat together, but with how busy she is her visits were few. Out of the week he only saw her two days. The day he woke up, and then three days later. He just brushed it off and continued on with his shift. "It's not like we're a couple or anything, we just agreed to give it a go." 

As he said the words he felt a pain in his chest that had once only been a distant memory. He sighs and heads to the bar since he was mostly doing remedial tasks. As he walked through Tom spotted him and rushed over, "Hey Vivi!" Y/n sighs, "Stop calling me that man, it's getting old." Tom just laughs, "Trust me, I know old." Y/n looked at his seemingly quite young friend, he couldn't be older than nineteen. "Just how old are you Tom?" Tom thinks for a moment, "Not quite sure, I've lived too long. Maybe three hundred and something?" 

Y/n just stared at him with his mouth hanging open, "T-three hundred?! But you don't look or act old at all!" Tom just laughs in his usual mischievous way. "I don't like how everyone was always, 'You're two hundred already, go make a name for yourself' so I decided to just pretend to be knew to hell all over again." "And you're telling me this because?" Tom's smile vanishes, "Because I know exactly who you are Wendigo. I've heard about you from your many victims that you sent to Hell. I'm quite intrigued, you seem to try so hard to be good, yet your past portrays the opposite."

(Y/n's POV)

'How the fuck does he know about that shit?!' I start to get up from my seat but he puts his hand on my shoulder and forces me back down. "We aren't done yet Wendigo, Vixen, Vulcan, Carbos, Y/n, and whatever other names you've used throughout your life and after life." I felt a chill run down my spine, sure most those names he could have gotten from a few different bastards, but he knew my real name. Very few knew my name, even when I was alive. "What do you want Tom?"

He stood up and dragged me out of the bar and into the alley. "Listen Wendy, I'm here as a friend, though that may change someday it won't for the time being." I just stood there trying to process what he was saying. 'Did he just call me fucking Wendy?' I shake the thought from my head, "So what are you here for?" He looks nervous, what could make a over three hundred year old phantom so fearful? He turns to me again and says, "The client you abandoned hasn't given up on you. He is still coming for you. I don't understand why he is so obsessed with you. From what I know, he appeared in Hell the same time as you, and quickly built a little crime empire."

I just nod, 'I know all of this, well except for when he arrived but that doesn't mean a lot.' "so what? I've fought with mobs before, this'll be no different." Tom lets out a laugh, "'no different'? It's completely different! Him and his little buddies have engineering fucking super soldiers since they got down here! This isn't going to be your easy win like you think." What he said catches my attention, "What do you mean by super soldiers?"

Tom scans the alley again before answering, "They snatch random demons and brake them emotionally, physically, and psychologically. Afterwards they put them through severe training drills twenty-four fucking seven. After a couple years they add them to there ranks, right now they have about fifty-six of their "perfect soldiers" ready to fight." I feel myself nearly fall when I heard all that. "It's just like..." I snap out of it and rush off back to the facility as Tom puts on his mask of a smile and walks back into the bar.

(Third Person POV)

Carmilla is sorting through some paperwork with her daughters at home when she hears someone start banging on her front door. Clara and Odette look over at their mother as she gets up to answer it. As she opens the door she is shocked to see Vix standing there gasping for air after having run the whole way from the facility to her house after hearing she wasn't in. "Carmilla, we need to talk now." he said while trying to keep his calm to not startle Clara and Odette.

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