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

"Where in the world am I?" Ambrogio looked around and it wasn't the train. But he didn't remember getting off the train, so he was incredibly confused by this development.

It looked like he was in medieval Europe or something. He didn't remember much about his time in medieval Europe, but it did look old. Somehow, it looked way older than the timeline he was thinking of. But he had no idea as to why he was there.

Like any irresponsible person, Ambrogio decided to take a stroll around the place before fully processing the situation. But he saw no one. There were literally no people in the streets. It was as if everyone had evacuated the place or there was no one there to begin with.

However, after walking miles around, he finally found one person. He was in the middle of the road. He was painting something on the canvas. Since there was no one around, it was as if the entire spotlight was on him.

The past (1)