Click.

The cold gun muzzle pressed through his long, feathery white hair, making his squirming body immediately tense up. The arm around his throat grew tighter as it dragged the short man between the steel buildings and out of the harsh light of the fluorescent street lights.

"Tell me where she lives," the voice growled in his ear, the strange, lilting accent nearly drowning out the words. "Five seconds to live, Elf." The voice chuckled, a hoarse, horrible sound that sounded more like it was coughing up a hairball. Eliza squirmed in the black-cloaked figure's grasp, knowing the attempt was futile as the numbers rolled out of the thing's maw and the gun poked harder against the man's scalp. He thought about his attachment to her and considering the only one keeping him from telling a complete stranger about her. Was it worth dying for?

"I swear," Zars growled at him, pushing him down onto to the couch, "if you tell anyone about this, I will find you, and you will die the most horrific death I can think up."

Remembering those words, Eliza knew that he was the only one who knew about her being a vampire. He knew that this thing would probably end up dead instead of her, and he definitely knew he didn't want Zars killing him. He'd seen what she did to her victims, and he didn't want to end up like them at all. He'd rather die quickly than at Zars' hand.

"...Five," the voice said, almost uncertainly. Eliza closed his dark eyes and cringed, waiting for the bang that he would never hear. He saw stars before he ever heard the shot- the shot that killed him. The figure let the pale man fall from its grasp, seeming to consider the bleeding man at its feet before scurrying down the steel alleyway and disappearing long before anyone thought of showing up on the scene. There had to be someone else to ask that would know where she lived, and the place to find that was obvious: The sewers.