Chapter One

Twas night in Berlin, the city was silent except for the occasional groan of the undead. On the roof of the theater stood a woman with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, although something lay hidden behind them. She stood there, surveying the tattered and beaten down city, sighing softly to herself. She soon sat on the edge of the roof, swinging her legs some, her gaze going to the moon. She thought about what all has happened so far, how many close calls that have been had.


Alexx Dempsey, 30. Little sister of Tank Dempsey.

From the shadows, emerald green eyes watched her curiously. The light of the full moon glinted off of the vials of blood on the strap of his vest. He slowly walked from his spot to her, his frame wide and tall. He had a brown mustache with short hair to match and angular features, his cheekbones and sharp jaw most prominent.

"I vas vondering vere jou vent off to." He said, his German accent somewhat heavy as he spoke English. He sat down next to her, looking out over the city as well.

"I needed to clear my head." she said, "I'm still not used to the teleporter....or anything that's happened for that matter.." she fiddled with the zipper of her jacket. He looked at her and sighed,

"I know zat it iz hard, and i am sorry." he said "Also, ze teleporter iz broken, so ve vill have to stay here for a vhile."

"Yay.." she said with a sarcastic sigh, he gave a small chuckle.

"Come, jour brother iz vorried sick" he said and stood, extending his hand to her. She looked up at him and nodded, taking his hand and standing. She felt her cheeks were a bit warm and she cleared her throat some, the way the moon glinted off his eyes made her heart do a thing.

She stared up at him before blinking and pulling her hand away. She gave him a small smile and headed to the roof door, walking inside. He watched her and sighed to himself.

Komm schon, Edward, lass dich nicht ablenken. Sie haben eine Maschine zu reparieren. He scolded himself. He cracked his neck and headed inside, locking the door.

"You can't just vanish like that." A deep voice scolded Alexx. He had dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Alexx sighed,

"Tank, I would've been fine." she muttered, looking at her feet. Tank sighed,

"Alexx, please. Next time just let someone know.." he said and kissed her temple. She just nodded and walked off to her bag.

"Takeo, do you want to go explore city with me?" A man with a brown beard and a Russian accent asked the Japanese that was sharpening his katana. The Jap stopped and looked up at the Russian.

"Sure, Nikolai." Takeo said and stood, sheathing his katana.

"Be careful!" A brown haired girl called after them.

Jordan Emeralds, 28. Used to be in the Cuban military, was a showgirl afterward.

Takeo and Nikolai said something over their shoulders before they were gone entirely.

"Alexx, let's go explore this hellhole." Jordan said and grabbed her weapons. Alexx gave a small nod and grabbed hers, following the younger woman off the stage.

(Komm schon, Edward, lass dich nicht ablenken. Sie haben eine Maschine zu reparieren: "Come on, Edward, do not let that distract you. You have a machine to repair.")

Alexx belongs to me
Jordan belongs to butterfly123199

Alexx's fc is Avril Lavigne
Jordan's fc is Carolina Gatián

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