"This is the seventh time this week." The man wearing all dark exclaims, running his fingers through his black hair in irritation. "Why, just why can't anything fucking work!"

He slams his fist down onto the small wooden table. It groaned in protest from the sudden brutal hit but didn't break.

He's out there somewhere. The man growls, glancing over a sprawled out map of the world. Where is he!

A small knock on the door causes the man to glance up. "Enter." His voice booms with authority and aggravation. The door opens and in enters a small, petite woman.

Her looks alone was enough to stop any ordinary man's heart. Between her pretty doe brown eyes and luscious curves, she was the perfect ideal of a woman.

Or so what people think.

The man glances at heart for a brief second taking in how the dim light makes her silver hair shine like the haunting glow the moon emits and how the short black fabric of a dress clings to every curve. But he knew better than to be tricked by this woman's beauty.

"Wow," the man finally says at last. "Two years and not a single phone call. What a cruel bitch you are."

"Oh cut the shit," the woman says rolling her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. "We both know you're not as innocent as you look D." The man just rolled his black eyes.

"So do you actually have something for me or are you just going to sit there and lecture me on what a man should and shouldn't do when he's in a relationship."

The woman laughs, hopping up onto the counter, not giving a care in the world as she spreads her legs a little bit revealing the black lacy panties that she wore.

Disgusting. The man thought to himself. And to think, I actually dated that!

"I know you've been looking for him for a while now." The man laughs.

"Looking for who, may I ask, Emily." Emily rolled her eyes.

"You know who. And I may have a little info on him."

"But?"

"Oh you know me so well," She purred. "However, in exchange for this info I want Chase."

"For what?" The man says boredly, staring at his black nails uninterested. "So you can make him your personal sex slave?"

"Hey!" She growls, eyes flashing a little bit. "It's not my fault I've gotta have sex in order to stay alive."

"Whatever, deal. Now hurry up and get on with it before I lose interest in your petty games."

"He's in a small town called Ionita." The man raises his eyebrows.

"Oh, that's actually not that far from here."

"Mhmm, but he also goes to high school." The man busts out laughing.

"Okay, now you're seriously fucking with me."

"Oh no sweetie. I'm dead serious. See for yourself." Emily reaches down into her bra and produces a photo of the man he was looking for. D grimaces.

"That's not like him to be doing this kind of thing."

"That's the problem," she responds quietly. "I don't think it's him in control to be honest. I think he's trapped inside the body and cannot escape, let alone take over." D smiles a little.

"Then I guess we are just going to have to help him out aren't we?"

"What're we going to do?" Emily asks, watching D transform into a whole different person. He struggles out his shirt and responds.

"We are going to pay a little VISIT to Ionita to get our friend back." Emily grins.

"Oh this is going to be so much fun."