A Blue Flicker of Ice and Fire

A flicker of red and blue. The overhead flashing lights of the police cars. Each flash bouncing across the dark night street.

Damon was surrounded on all sides. Ten cops ten feet away, they all pointed their guns at him, ready to fire, to kill on sight.

Damon sat down in the middle of the street. His blue eternal flames glowing brighter and brighter with every second. He looked back at the burned-down hospital.

"Aria, Luna... You better have gotten away."

Then the firetrucks pulled in. Dozens of firefighers, all in their black and yellow glossy uniforms.

Step-step-step-step...

The policemen back away as the firefighters circled Damon. Each one held a bucket filled with water.

Splash!

One by one the firefighters doused him. But the flames never went out, they only increased.

So the firefighters changed to more drastic measures. They hosed him down. They blasted him across the street. A harsh burning blast of water against his burning skin. But again, to their surprise, nothing could put out the flames of eternity.

After half an hour of trying, after using everything in their arsenal, the firefighters couldn't in their power put out the flames.

"He's still on fire," grumbled one of the firefighters.

"Why are the flames blue?" questioned another.

Ten minutes later, the firefighters had to give up on Damon and put out the still burning hospital.

They walked over the destroyed building. The four hundred dead, even more, injured, even more missing.

After another half an hour, and after no one could put out the eternal flames cursing Damon, the police finally decided to step up and end his suffering. They surrounded him once again and pointed their guns at him.

"Put your hands up!" screamed one of the police officers as he stepped closer.

Each of the police officers stepped closer. They held their finger on the trigger.

"I've never seen anything like this?" asked another officer.

"Should we just shoot him now?" asked another.

"I say we take him in, question him."

"This is definitely a prank, right?"

One of the police officers pulled out handcuffs and tossed them across the open asphalt road toward Damon.

"Put on the cuffs!" he screamed.

Damon reached down, picking up the handcuffs. He looked at them. At his crumbling healing hands and wrists. he tried to open them up but the flames were too strong. They started to melt the metal.

"What the..."

Step...

All the cops turned as a twenty-five-year-old man in a white suit walked up. His white gloves, white eyes, long white hair. He wore a pair of small white sunglasses, that he let hang by the tip of his nose.

He stepped up to Damon, standing at the precipice of getting too close and being too safe.

The police officers immediately noticed who this suave, handsome man in white was.

"It's him..."

"The leader of the Witch Hunters, right?"

"I've never seen him up this close."

"They say he uses magic."

The man in white stood a good seven feet away from Damon. He took off his cold white sunglasses, placing them firmly in his pockets.

He turned back to the police, "I need this entire street cleared. That includes the police and firefighters."

"But, this is still a-"

"I need it done immediately."

Damon turned to the man in white. He watched as all the police and firefighters left the area in unison. He watched as the streets became empty again. As the glow from his blue flames silhouetted the man in white.

"My name is Olezka. And it seems you were struck with the eternal flame. And you must be an Immortal too. What has brought you to these circumstances?" he asked as he slowly slipped off his white gloves, revealing his perfectly clear pale hands.

"I can't go back to them... Like this..." Damon looked down sad, his face regretting his decision to fight and protect his friends.

Olezka looked off at the dark crescent moon, "yeah, you can't. But I'm going to need a bit more information to understand you. I need to know your predicament. Everything that led to this moment. Because you're an Immortal. And not just any Immortal by how I see things"

"Fine..."

Damon leaned back on the cold damp street, his knees buckled up to his chest.

"I don't have any reason not to, so I'll tell you who I am, everything... Well... Not everything... My name is Damon... And I have gone insane. I have fallen in love with two women. And I am starting to see the other end of the tunnel. To see the small flicker of life in my future. A world where I am no longer bored. Where I can be with these two women. But right now..." He looked down at his flaming body, his flaming hands, "right now I can't see that future with these flames in my way."

"Interesting... So do you work for the Immortal Horses?" asked Olezka as he sat down a good ten feet away from the blue flames.

"No, I was infiltrating them. We were going to kill all immortals and steal the Immortal Necronomicon. But we failed."

"Interesting. A Rogue Immortal, after his own kind." He started writing stuff down in a small notebook, "and did you piss them off? How far did you get in your plan? Who are your lovers? Where did you come from? How old are you?"

Damon stood up, slightly pissed, "actually. I'm done here. I'm done with talking to you. Either you tell me how to fix this or I will kill you."

Olzeka chuckled, "well, that's funny. I would oppose you, but right now your probably the only person in the world who can kill me. With those Eternal Flames of course. But..." He thought about it for a second, about Damon's powers, what he could give him, how he could use him, "sure... I'll fix you up, but first I have to tell you who I am."

Olezka stood up. He pointed out his finger.

"I am the leader of the Okhotniki Na Ved'm, or the Witch Hunters. Right now we are the only opposition against the Immortal Horses and all the connected Families tied to them. You've probably heard of my family before. I'm Olezka Morozov. The second son of, Victor Morozov. As of now, after my father's death last year, I have become the leader of the Morozov Family..."

Damon stood still, he had no idea what Olezka just said.

"I'm an Ice Witch."

"Ohhh an Ice Witch. Oh... I've met one of you before. Demitri was his name."

"You've met Demitri...? Where is he? We lost track of him-"

Damon stepped up, "I killed him. Well... He tried to kill me... But I outlasted him."

Olzeka looked at the blue eternal flames in front of him, the naked man in the center of the inferno, "Oh... Oh... Well... Death is the cycle. Immortality isn't. It is good that Demitri went out the way he wanted. Fighting an Immortal."

Damon stood silently. His blue echoing flames burning against his skin. The numbing pain. He started to get used to it.

Olezka pointed to a car down the street, "anyway, Mr. Damon. You seem like an honest man. And it takes guts to tell me straight up that you killed a friend of mine. But... I can't blame you. I understand how Dimitri thought, and how he acted. He was always a character. And I'm starting to like you, Damon. I like your honesty." He kept pointing to the car, "I don't think you can get in my car, so your gonna have to walk... You know what, just follow me and I'll help you with your little flame problem."

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