The dhampir

Opel Trent always shivered when she walked down Crescent Street. Ever since she was a child it reminded her of a car crash she saw when there was still a factory there.

The areas had just been developed and build in the middle of London. The houses were correctly ordered and in a nice, good shape. Nobody knows why it was built in the first place, unless they are something more extraordinary then human.

The MOS had always been secretive. They usually do not send out the information beforehand, making the mission a very difficult, which Opel always hated. Hiding behind the tree on the park she clung tightly to her suitcase like a sticky substance on a paper.

Nothing. The spell should suppose to work now, instantly transporting the file in to the suitcase. Opel always saw how her co-workers did it and every time a red cloud was formed around the object.

She quickly opened the suitcase with raging anger and it was empty. Opel took a glance at her surrounding. The trees looked like something dark from a nightmare and the grass threw a black shadow.

Opel didn't know what it was. But she saw someone approaching from the far distance. It wasn't long until she could see the man clearly.

He had red hair with a moustache that seemed fake and almost appearing to be falling off. His left leg was limp with blood flowing through the blue jeans.

'Who are you?' said Opel.

But she got no reply from the silent figure.

A dagger with silver handle, looking venomous was drawn from his pocket.

Opel's heart was beating with fear and she lost control of her body as she tremble all over. In her mind she took her last words: Help.

Loke was a happy man. He held in his hand tightly the necklace that he just ' taken'. It was made out of pure gold with a diamond with the colour of the sea. Loke gave a high pitch whistle, as the thought of all his problems will soon be gone.

As he ran down the street he thought of what could had happened to him if it wasn't for the necklace. Ferdinand Palin. He hated that name.

Loke remembered when he invested in tens of thousand of shares in the same company. He was so sure they would sell and despite the notoriousness of Mr. Palin he borrowed some money from him. Shame they flopped.

'Crescent street number 18' he muttered to himself.

He knocked 4 times while he was fiddling with his hand. What if he kills me? Was the thought that was shouting from his mind.

Loke didn't bother to hit the door again. He was hoping a miracle would happen, like someone killed Ferdinand Palin with the stake. But there wasn't a miracle.

A man that resembled an ugly giant opened the oak door. Loke somehow detected a filthy smell coming from the giant and he would have liked to shout it out to him. But due to the circumstances he kept his mouth shut.

'Come' said the giant, but it sounded almost like a grunt

Loke hated what he saw. The room was covered with black wallpaper, and withered plants that seemed to have been there for months. The hallway was lit with one light bulb dangling from the ceiling. The smoke floating around dimmed the view.

'Sit here'

When Loke sat down he almost was in the mood of running away. Running for his life. As he held the necklace tight a feeling of well being descended unto him.

He was sure the necklace was worth thousands. After all this everything will be all right.