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

"Well, you definitely weren't lying about the coffee. It's actually pretty great!" Hermes spoke as he sipped the coffee.


"Ah, I know, right!" Atë nodded her head along as she sipped her coffee as well, before putting it back to the desk with a serious look on her face. "Now, tell me. What are you crazy bastards planning, huh? Hades… Why are you meeting him?" She asked.


"Well, he wants to die. And we wanna kill him/" Tanya pointed towards Ambrogio and spoke.


"Is that it? That's all that you wanna do? It's quite simple, isn't it? I mean…" Atë stood up and sniped a pen from one of the waitress' pockets.  Before she could even react, Atë took the pen and stabbed Ambrogio on the neck with it multiple times. "You could always do this, right?" She shrugged as she continued stabbing Ambrogio with the pen.


Why do you fret?