Camilla was sitting down at a small coffee shop staring down at an untouched mocha cappuccino in one hand, and her sketch pad in her other. Even after encountering Dana the previous day, she still had the resurrected tennis player linger on her mind.

Nonchantly she sketched out Dana’s face on her sketch pad. Remember every line and curve that she saw. Fuzzy feelings began to enter her belly as the picture of Dana became more life like, with out thinking she started draw in the gothic smile and runic tear symbols around the eyes and lips. She imagined what it would be like for a wandering spirit like Dana Fairbanks to kiss her. She closed her eyes as she envisioned Dana’s darkened lips caressing her own.

Suddenly reality kicked in for her. She looked down at the rendering she made of Dana and tore the picture up.

“Jesus Cami. Get a grip already.”

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Nick Roark was at Starks Gym late at night pounding his tension away on the near by punching bags. Sweat poured profusely down his face as his gloved hands drove into the synthetic bags. Nick always prided him self as a street smart bad ass. He was one of the most brutal and dirtiest cop in the downtown police department. He had the most citations and police suspensions than any other cop in that department.

He always knew that he would end up like his father. Angry at the world, taking his frustration out on everyone in his family, he always told him self that he would never turn out like his old man, but the odds were against him. Slowly he had build up this burning rage inside him. A rage that he took out on everyone surrounding him, then three divorces later, he realized that he became everything that he hated.

Envisioning his drunken raged father as the punching bag he continued to pound his fists even harder. His grunts became angrier with each blow.

His concentration was suddenly cut off by the ring from his cell phone. In frustration he grabbed his mobile.

“What? What is it?” He yelled unintentionally.

“Oh hey Peterson what’s up?…What? Damn it you’re kidding me…the entire lab on Piedmont street is gone? How much did we lose? ”