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Sebastian loved days like these: gloomy clouds covering the annoying sun and bringing pleasant rain. 

The soft patter when it hit the windows made for nice background music when he worked on his codes.

What was best about wet weather were his little friends that only came out when there was water covering the grounds. As a child, Sebastian had built little houses and parcours for the frogs. Even now, as a young adult, he loved spending time with the tiny green creatures that croaked and jumped so hilariously. 

For all its gloom, rainy weather brought him the most joy.

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It was midnight, and Hannibal Lecter spent it outside of Will Graham’s house, watching. 

His friend was currently standing inside the living room, staring intensely at a wall and using his fascinating imagination. Hannibal wished he possessed the ability to read minds. Specifically, to see what went on in Will’s head; being a master of psychology was not nearly enough.

Ah, there! He could see Will moving. It looked like he was chasing something. Interesting. Hannibal would have to subtly ask him about it tomorrow at their appointment. 

Never before had he met such an intriguing person. It was exciting.

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He would see him. Riko. Kevin was not ready for it, probably never would. 

He clutched the bottle tighter, knuckles white and glass creaking dangerously. 

“Where… is…Andrew?” He asked, though his voice sounded weird, even to him.

Coach just sighed, as he saw Kevin staggering towards him, near blackout drunk.

“He’s with Neil,” he answered and turned his Striker in the right direction, while conspicuously changing the Vodka bottle with water.

Kevin stumbled all the way, until he found Andrew and Neil staring at each other heatedly. Were there two Andrews? Was it the alcohol or was it Aaron?

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BOOOM!

Shinya was nearly blinded by an explosion. He needed to get himself and Guren out of here, before Crowley Eusford killed them. The vampire was way too powerful for a thirteenth progenitor. 

Desperately, he and Guren tried to fend the vampire off, to no avail. This really had been a suicide mission, damn Kureto.

Just when Shinya thought it was over, their friends arrived. 

“Leave me and go,” Guren said. It took a minute for the words to register.

“NO, GUREN–” but as their eyes met, he understood. They would have to leave Guren, if they wanted to survive.

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“I did not know where else to go,” Eris pleaded, blood spilling from multiple wounds all over his body.

“Why me,” Azriel asked, voice cold. His dark shadows writhed around him, agitated. 

“I know we don’t have the best relationsh–” Azriel laughed cruelly.

“‘Not the best relationship?’ If Rhysand let me, I would gut you in a heartbeat,” he growled. “And you know that. So, I ask again: Why. are. you. here.”

Eris was silent for a moment, warring with himself, before blowing Azriel’s world apart. “Because we are mates,” he said gravely. “Always have been. You just never noticed.”