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The tall figure took slow, measured steps, approaching the brunette. His target. His prey. His meal for the day. He was a predator, always has been. A lone wolf. A demon. A ghost to society, both literally and figuratively. Age didn't help him either. His hair was already a pale blond, but with the years building, it turned to a white. His skin was white, almost translucent. To top it all off, his eyes were just as pale, and just as cold. Dry ice would've probably been the best representation to his eyes, figuratively speaking. They were cold, calculative, seeing through everything and anything. While the years packed on to his outward appearance, his pale blue hues were the gateway to a sharp soul. 

The brunette however, was a much younger man. In appearance only. The two were swapped. Victor, a young man in an old man's body. Eli, an old man in a young man's body. His hair was rich with color, in a mix of different sorts of brown. When the sun hit it just right, it brought out shades of gold. His skin, normally, was a more lively shade of tan. His eyes matched his hair, being filled with different shades of brown. Not to mention a smile that lit up the room and charmed anyone and anything. Those were qualities before the accident, and that had managed to stay in tact ever since. 

But Eli wasn't so...lively. His body wasn't as such tonight either. There was a hollow look in Eli's eyes, and his skin was pale. It couldn't be seen very well though under the moonlight, which was all of what they had besides occasional street lamps nearby. Victor's shadow blanketed over the other too, which hid even more. 

"With this pursuit, I would've thought you'd taken action by now." Victor said softly, mockingly. With ten years of prison, Eli hadn't changed much. At least not from what Victor had expected. But where the other had changed in was his need to fight back. Victor had kept him trapped like a mouse, keeping him like a little experiment. All to himself. But since Victor's proposal to going to London, seeing a new world of EOs, the two had split ways. 

But anyone was foolish enough to think that Victor wouldn't be keeping tabs on Eli. 

Eli didn't have much fight in him. He stood there. Still. He wasn't scared of Victor- well, when he turned to using his ability, that was a different story. He learned that the hard way one too many times. Victor was nothing more than a demon luring him to temptation. He even succeeded a few times...

Never mind that. 

He couldn't even really hear what Victor was saying. His vision was blurry, and hints of black tugged at the corners of his eyes. Was it just getting darker outside? Victor was coming closer...

He felt sick. Really sick. Which shouldn't be happening either. What was happening with his ability? Why wasn't it working lately? Why has it been...sluggish? Ever since he got bit, it's been...weird- 

Ah- when did Victor get so close? Or wait. No. He took a step towards him. 

One step.

Two step.

"Vic-" 

He didn't even finish. He didn't even know what Victor was saying either honestly. But what he did remember was falling onto the other, feeling the warmth of another. Feeling arms wrap around him as if he was a child again, holding him, keeping him up. He also remembered the smell of scotch, a sign that Victor had been drinking. 

But when his eyes closed, darkness took him in. Not the type that promised death. No, he's been there, done that. This was different. 

And Victor. 

He stopped mid-sentence as the other fell onto him. Naturally he wrapped his arms around the other to prevent him from falling. With Eli this close, he felt the heat. How odd. Eli's body had to of been at least three degrees higher than normal. Eli had never gotten sick for years. For ten years. Ever since that accident. What does this mean? 

...he was taken by surprise at this. He was left alone, here, in the dark, with his nemesis. Or was it friend? No, their relationship was funny. They hated each other, but yet, they couldn't be apart from each other for so long. It didn't make sense. 

But a smile appeared on Victor's face. Does this mean Eli, Eli Ever, isn't so invincible anymore? Does this mean he will age, and grow old? He had some catching up to do. 

But more importantly, what caused this? 

"Oh Eli...what has happened to you?" He asked out loud, despite knowing that the other wasn't awake.

How he managed to get Eli back to his little place that he had been renting was a story all of its own. Not suspicious at all. Sarcasm intended.

It was a different place, but Victor hadn't really had a place to call 'home' for over ten years. He had been to so many different places in such a short span of time. Living that nomadic life. But every place, every hotel room anyway, was basic. He laid Eli on the bed, leaving him for only about ten minutes to get some basic things that a sick person would need. Soup, sprite, ice cream (its been ten years but he still remember what type of ice cream Eli liked), and saltine crackers. 

He had a cool rag on Eli's forehead, doctoring him up by checking to see if there were any cuts or anything on Eli that hadn't healed. Nope. His body was fine. So what did this mean? 

He let Eli sleep. He let him rest up. In the mean time, he had went out and bought some sharpies and a book to fall victim to him. He could watch TV, but he wasn't in the mood for it. He had already drank some tonight so that was out of the picture. He just wanted something to calm him, something to put him in his 'zen'. Crossing out lines in a book, leaving his own mark was just the trick. 

Eli woke up. Instead of being met with a cold hard surface (which he wouldn't of been too surprised if he had passed out in an alley. He wasn't even sure if what had happened with Victor was real or not because he was in such a daze), he was in a soft, squishy bed that had ate him. It was nice. But he felt cold. Horribly cold. His body was shivering. Brown eyes looked around the room, noticing that he was in his hotel room. His eyes flickered to the window, noticing sunlight peeking through at the edges of the curtains. 

So it was day time now. 

"Victor...?"