steps out of an alley to stand in front of him. 'Good evening, Sir. Spare a penny?' He gives him his well-rehearsed 'orphan smile'.

makes a face, staring at his bag. "Oh, money I can't give, boy, donations have been short lately..." he pats his head - who would suspect_

_of a kid? "But I can give you a warm soup, if you want." he offers, smiling a bit at him, cross pendant hidden under his coat.

makes his eyes shine in a convincing grateful gaze. 'Really? Oh sir, that's just what I've been needing. I've been surviving on scrapes,_

but a hot meal would be perfect.' He shuffles his feet to appear shy.

nods, waving a hand. "This way." he hums, resting a hand on his shoulder as he walks odwn the street. He still smells a bit like holy water_

but the smell is almost gone by now. "Poor orphan, you shouldn't roam on the streets so late at night alone." he sighs, frowing as he_

goes back to walking towards his home.

isn't sure why he has a tingling sensation from the human's touch but figures the human appears harmless so he ignores it. 'I try not to,_

but I'm not usually good with company and I'm too hungry to sleep through the night so I have to wander.' He falls into step with him and_

leans his body in toward him ever so slightly. It was a trick he used to put the human at ease and create a bonding feeling.

nods at him, smiling ever so slightly at the boy, keeping his grip on his shoulder. He pulls his cross from his neck, letting it into view,_

and starts to pray a bit louder, trying to create a shield around him and the boy from the evil. "You can come to the church, we have rooms_

there for ones like you, homeless." he hums, happy.

's eyes widen in horror at seeing the cross. This guy was from the *church*? This both worried and excited him. He heard the holy ones taste

sweeter than all others, but as they were always so armed it made it difficult to corner them. 'That's very kind of you,' he says, keeping_

his voice and his body language relaxed and friendly, 'but a person like me wouldn't fit in with a church. No offence...father, is it?'

nods. "Yes." he smiles. "By the way, I'm Gabriel." he offers his hand for a shake, a clerical ring on his hand. "And you are?"

almost smirks at the name. Gabriel, how fitting. Yet, he successfully holds back his snort and goes to shake. 'I'm Brett, pleasure to meet_

you fa-AH!' he cries out in pain as his bare skin makes contact with the ring. It really only burned him but he was more concerned about_

Gabriel now thought. Could he bluff himself back to security? He looks up at him.

widens his eyes as he stares at the burn marks, then back to his ring. He takes it off, noticing it doesn't burn him, stepping back. He_

grits his teeth, yelling "Demon!" as he puts the ring back on and starts to run.

growls at being found out, and at his carelessness, and runs after him. With centuries of practise and the inability to tire out he gains on

him quickly. 'Oh father?' he calls in a teasing manner, 'What about my hot meal?'

((travelling all day-off to bed. night ><))

((night!))

keeps running as fast as he can, taking alleys and turns to distract him. He fumbles with his bag, taking a small jar with holy water, and_

throws at him. "Have it!" he hisses.

avoids it by quickly pressing himslef against a wall, growling a little. It made him really mad and he pounces at him, his hand swiping at_

his back.

stumbles, hissing as he struggles away from the boy, trying to reach his cross. "Damn you!" he snarls.

tackles his waist and takes him to the ground. 'Bit late for 'damn you', don't you think?' he smirks, pinning him down.

struggles, trying to kick him off. "Get off!" he hisses. "Help!" he roars. "HELP!"

hand swiftly covers his mouth. 'Quiet, church man.' He snarls, 'One more word an I'll have your throat as a late night snack.' He looks_

around. No one seemed to be coming. He looks back to Gabriel. 'I have good news for you. I'm willing to make you a deal.'

moves a bit to look at him, frowning. "Why should I make a deal with you?" he asks, calmly, his heart racing by now.

can feel his heart beating faster and faster so is not fooled by his exterior. 'You should make a deal because you get to keep your pathetic

boring, holy life.' he flicks his head menacingly. 'Plus, if you do ask I say you reduce the risk of getting caught again by another_

vampire. Interested?' He smirks.

rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anthing for a while, thinking, his heartbeat quick as ever. "Say it." he mutters after a while.

's smirk widens. 'You work at the church, so you have constant access to items which don't *agree* with beings like me.' With one hand_

grasping Gabriel's neck, his other lists off such items. 'Crosses, bottles of holy water, holy soil-you get the idea.' He leans down close_

to him and lowers his tone. 'I need some.'

shies away from his touch as much as he can, his breath hitching. "Why would you? You can't touch it." he hisses.

shrugs. 'Not the objects themselves, no. That's why I need them covered up. The soil in a bag, a cloth over the wood of crosses. And I can_

hold bottles of holy water as long as it's secured tight. Think you can get me that?' He asks sweetly, enjoying watching the fearful man.

frowns. "Well... why would I give something holy to a demon?" he raises one eyebrow. "What good it would bring?"

rolls his eyes. 'Do all humans get along simply because they are human? Of course not. Likewise, just because I come across another vampire_

like myself doesn't mean we're on the same side.' He presses his ear against his chest. The rapid beat was soothing. 'I need a few weapons.'

frowns. "A vampire that kills vampires?" he smiles a bit, raising one eyebrow, chuckling. "What do I get with that?"

'You get your life,' he says shortly, although he too finds it amusing. 'So you see, you benefit greatly from this. Do we have a deal?'

groans, but nods. "Yes... but only for you, and period." he hisses. "Now get off me."

'Good. That's what I like to hear.' He licks his jawline teasingly but then stands. He even pulls the man up to his feet.

rolls his eyes, but nods, fixing his clothes. "Just.. don't feel at home in my church, ask if you need anything." he groans, and starts _

to walk away.

smirks at his words and follows him, keeping close. Eventually, when the occasional late-nighter turned to look at them, he sidles up to_

him. He forces himself under Gabriel's arm as if they were hugging. 'Let's act friendly, alright?' he sniggers.

frowns. "Why?" he hisses, pulling his arm away from him.

grabs it back, smiling up at him sweetly. 'Because people are staring at the orphan following the older man. And I don't want any attention_

if it can be avoided.'

frowns, but keeps his arms there. "We'll walk a bit more, then you disappear, heard it?" he hisses, walking a bit faster.

nods, 'It's rather fun, bothering you.' He sees the church come into sight. 'Aw, fun almost over...'

nods. "Precisely." he smiles, walking towards it.

lets him go before him, and looks around. No one was watching them now. 'All clear, father, don't doddle.'

crosses his arms, tossing some holy water on himself. "Go." he shoos him with a half-glare.

narrows his eyes at him, 'Don't get cocky, church man,' he growls. He confidently walks into the church and looks at the pews as if they_

were covered in dust.

stares at him, muttering a prayer. "Please... go away." he sighs. "I need to sleep."

'Not so fast Gabe, I want my weapons.' He stands staring at him, arms folded. 'And your little prayer isn't doing you any good.'

narrows his eyes, but walks into the church, behind the altar and getting a small back. "Holy water and crosses..." he hisses, throwing the_

bag at him.

catches the bag easily, opening it to check the contents. 'Good boy,' he looks up, smiling, 'knew you'd come through. I must warn you, if_

I come across you again, preacher, I might not make another deal.'

narrows his eyes, but nods. "Care to leave, now?" he hisses.

grins widely at him, 'Heavens! It's like you want to get rid of me!' He laughs, 'But if it's all the same to you, I must be off.' He tips_

his head, 'Good evening, father.'

waves, then runs to the end of the church, crouching there under a table and hiding himself, shaking.

laughs as he leaves, disappearing into the night with his new weapons.