As his footsteps lightly tapped against the decaying oakwood floor, Lazarus, began to remember something he'd discovered years ago. He used to be an everyday human, just trying to pay his bills, and keep his head above water. Then, Celest, had shown up that fateful night but hadn't killed him, instead he was turned into her right hand. With confusion evident on his face a soft spoken question passed his lips, "Why was I cursed to forever serve Celeste?"
Before he'd realized he said anything, a familiar, blood chilling voice,spoke up from behind him, "You are not here to question me." Celeste hissed coldly, as she shifted to stand in his path. Lazarus halted immediately as did the creature accompanying him. His black orbs immediately shifted down to his feet as he tried in vain to fix his mistake,"Madam Celeste, my dearest apologies I was not trying to question you I was merely.." He felt her shake her head slowly as she spoke for a final time, "I do not wish to hear your excuses. Now, keep former head supplier Caspian, and his troublesome daughter in line. My hold on the humans must not slip, least they return to the habits that started this war against my people."
In the next instant, Celest, turned and floated down the remainder of the hall and out the door into the wretched light. Lazarus sighed softly and after a few seconds decided to finally look up and straight down the hallway. There was something that had bothered him for a very long time, the main reason behind the fear Celest had to never lose her hold on this section of humans. The others had eventually revolted against her kind, the ancient ones, a freighting hybrid between vampire and wolf.
The creatures continued down the remaining portion of the hallway until a soft huff could be heard and then a thud as someone harshly fell before his feet. Lazarus halted immediately but the creature to his left continued walking. He payed no mind and looked down to see a head of messy white locks. A lump the size of whatever remained of his soul leapt into his throat and closed it off. Things were changing and they were changing rapidly. Nothing felt right anymore. He longed for the days when he could go out into the light and not want to run away. He longed for the days when the horrid smell of heated gasoline and sound of a busy city street were his normal. There wasn't anything he'd give to be human again or to at least change his fate somehow. Although these humans were little more than mice left in a cage to fend for themselves, perhaps they were teachable. A dangerous idea came to his head as he peered down at the young albino woman, one that involved breaking a lot of rules, and one that could very well possibly get them both killed.