Broken_wing

Tanya Rogers; former police officer hailed to be one of the most skilled people in her department. Due to a sudden whim of sorts, she left the department and became a private investigator, who runs around looking for supernatural events, but to no avail.
"When will this craze of yours stop? You are not only wasting your own time and money, but mine as well. What are you doing with your life?" 
Her mother hated her for doing this. But she didn't care. She had something that her mother didn't know of- the ability to see spirits. Although people mocked her for it, she truly loved her job.
"Tanya, I need your help."
An event that caused her mother to meet up with her again; an event that paved the way to misery and tragedy in the life of the always carefree Tanya. 
An unknown man; disrupter of her life. Cause of her agony. The man that Tanya swore her revenge upon. The man that Tanya vowed to kill.
The man- a vampire. A person without a soul. A person looking to die.
A vampire looking to die and a woman looking to kill the vampire, somehow band together in a journey to find his soul to give him the eternal rest he yearned for. But where will this journey lead to? Happiness or pain?

Rise of the Spirit Maiden

"Ah, pity that you don't remember anything, Ambrogio. We had such a good time together." The beardy said as he clicked his tongue. "Very well, I shall show you who I am!" He smiled.


Suddenly he took out his phone and typed some shit and smiled. And then the entire crowd around them got stuck at that very moment.


"The time stopped?" Tanya was shocked, as she ran around to confirm that.


"Only for us though!" Addison said as he fixed his gaze towards the beardy.


"What's happening?" Zinbad looked around, utterly puzzled about the events that unfolded while Ambrogio chose to remain silent.


And then, a miracle of sorts unfolded. As the bearded man tore off his shirt, a helmet tattoo in his chest shone so brightly that it blinded their eyes. In the next moment, a helmet with wings descended from heaven and landed on top of his head.  From the ground, some sort of vines entangled his legs and gradually turned into boots. And even that grew wings. 


Hermes