I sluggishly dropped my mug on the counter. I stared at the waiter, the bar was empty, just like any morals I had left.
"What's bugging you?" The older man continued cleaning the cup in his hand.
"What do you mean" I stared at him, deep in the eyes.
"No man comes in here with the same look on his face as yours" I break my stare, I look down at the small red cloth I held in my hands.
"it's a long story" I rub the 5'o clock shadow on my face, uncertain.
"I've got time" The bartender said blatantly.
"Well, the woman I loved was pregnant with another man's child, she had conceived the child before I met her actually. The baby daddy was a good friend of mine, I met her through him, he changed, became a jerk. She hated him. They both loved that child though, we ran off, he found us and kidnapped the woman, and she had her baby there with him. She and her child have been missing" I trailed off.
"Wow interesting, have you tried getting the police" The man lifted his eyebrows.
"This happened 15 years ago" I frowned.
"You don't look any older than 22" The man looked surprised.
"Actually I am 18" I grinned. The man arched his eyebrows and stared wide eyed at me. I stood up and began walking out of the bar. I turned around and stared at him, I give him a devilish grin, then a wink. I began walking down the street, the thing about new York is at night, it loses all chasity. I stared at the suspicious men as I walked by. A younger woman passed me. I gave her a flirtatious wink. All morals I once had was gone, I was a dashing, sensitive angel, now I am a sinful human. All those years ago Michael made me forget, took my powers. The only problem is that he wanted me to suffer. I don't age, I can't die, already tried. My angelic powers are no where to be seen. I have been looking for Red's daughter. Even though Michael told Red he was giving me a home, a place. He left me with amnesia abandoned in the old vampire mansion with Zander. The stupid vampire only gave me so little information, the rest I had to figure out on my own. Whether interrogation or searching my own name. It took me 15 years to figure out who I was. It's been 15 years and I still haven't found Red's daughter. Michael killed Red, maybe even her daughter. From what I learned, Michael never even met the baby, someone stole the child and ran far away. Hopefully, it was Raphael. I saw a familiar face, one I could never forget, turn quickly into the alley. My eyes grew dark, my lips curved into a determined frown. I chased after them, I walked quickly into the alley way. I followed him my eyes darkened and my skin grew pale, this was it. He turned and hit the brick, it moved into the wall, revealing an open passage way. Wow, he Is even stupider than before, didn't even check for followers. The stairs led down to a wide hallway, lit up with bright lights. Tristan hit a switch and the brick wall at the end opened up to reveal metal doors with a keypad. I watch carefully. 77339. The doors open slowly and close behind him. I hide behind a pillar. The metal doors open again, revealing Tristan carrying some clothes and a dinner plate. He doesn't even notice me, for a werewolf he has terrible senses. As soon as he finally leaves I run to the keypad and type in the code. The inside was like the interior of an elevator. A keypad revealed itself where the buttons would be. I thought long and hard. I typed in possible numbers, then at at last I typed in Red's birthday. The doors shut and brought me up into a room, a bed laid across the room. Magazines and posters litered the walls.
"I didn't know Tristan liked Channing Tatum" I laughed and held up a magazine. I heard loud footsteps and a glass break. I looked up and frowned. She looked a lot like Red, she had Michael's eyes and nose, but Red's hair and mouth, as well as face structure. She let out a shrill scream.
"Shh, you're okay, I'm a family friend" I put my hands up.
"You're a friend of Tristans?" She cocked her head.
"No, your Mom and Dads" I frowned.
"Tristan is my dad" she trailed off. I saw a certain glint in her eyes. She knew more than she let on.
"Okay, look, I am getting you out of here" I grabbed her arm. She pulled away.
"I'm not running away with some stranger" she arched her eyebrows. Same stubborn feistyness as her mother. I smiled. She stared at me and concentrated hard. I realized she was doing magic.
"No sto-" I was interrupted by her magic that knocked me out on the ground. I woke up tied to a chair. The girl stood above me frowning.