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[attr="class","typelyrics"]Steel to my trembling lips. How did the night ever get like this? One shot and the whiskey goes down  down, down. Bottom of the bottle hits. Waking up my mind as I throw a fit!

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With a nice and hot day, Noa had decided to go to the park today. he didn't know why. He just had a strange feeling and he wanted to get out of the night club for once. Now it was true he was more or less a hermit that hated leaving his 'home' he just needed some fresh air to think today. He just needed some time alone and he was going to get it one way to another. Sighing he looked over and seen that his bartender had already arrived. He didn't see a certain Red head no where so he figured he was either in his room, not likely, or out with someone. But then again it has been a few days since he seen him. Okay maybe it just been like a day but still it was weird not seeing him around. Maybe thst was why he needed time alone. So he wouldn't notice his friend was gone, missing and not working there with him. Sighing to himself he looked down at his phone. He was going to send his friend a text but it crossed his mind that it would seem like he was checking up on him and trying to be controlling. But was it so wrong to worry bout him?

Really it was weird to think that a friend would be so wishy-washy on things making it hard for the halfbreed to act like a friend instead of some stalker. he needed to pick his friends more careful. Next time he would certainly find one that wasn't over paranoid and always needing to go, go, go. Really he didn't have the energy to keep up with him or even try to. He'd rather just lay there and watch his friend bounce around.. Shaking the thought out of his head he slipped his hands in his pocket as he hunched his shoulders, walking down to the park.

Stuffing his hands in his black jacket that reached down past his knees. Like all of his other jackets this one was special made. It not only had black cat ears on the hood of it, but the bottom of the jacket looked as if it had been through a shredder, torn and ripped giving it a unique style. Under it he wore a pink 96 Short sleeve shirt and a pair of white pants. His normal black long boots. Yawning loudly the man looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks. Dark bags under his crimson eyes. His light blue bangs dancing across his face as the wind blew slightly. Making it to the park he seen all kinds of people. With a low whine he wondered why he came here again.

Sure he wasn't hungry so he didn't have to worry about sinking his fangs in no one.. But still allot of people annoyed him. Turning on his heels he was about to head back to his 'den' Well i said he was about to. But he was stopped when he seen an almost excited man crying out to him. Now most people would be scared, freaked out or take off running because a ghost was in front of them. How did he know he was a ghost? well the whole Can you see me? was a dead give away. Sighing heavily he held his head down. "Great, now im being haunted by ghost. Really.. how annoying can my week get." He whined towards the other.

Looking over the ghost he groaned. "A cheerful one.. Koko you do hate me don't you... how can you curse your vampire like that." He whined at the ghost as if he'd know what he was talking about. Reaching up with his hand he scratched his cheek. "I guess it can't be helped..." Okay maybe he was talking to himself instead of the ghost after all. Looking at the boy finally Noalani gave a low, almost irked sigh. "I can both see and smell you. You smell like death.. did i kill you and forget? ...Or is it your just bored... either way..." Reaching his hand out at the man he decided that he could at least put the ghost mind at ease by taking his hand. He did ask for it didn't he? To be honest it made him sour.

This week he had kill someone, they come back as an angel, now he was meeting a ghost. But no..No.. he knew she was gone. Maybe that was why he was so sour right now.. Because if he could run into both ghost and angels.. why not her? Sighing heavily to himself he knew that it wasn't going to change anything, he had accepted it! He was moving on finally.. but now seeing a ghost.. He felt like he was back to square one all over again. Maybe in another three hundred and fifty years he be back at acceptance. Maybe.. but for now. "I'm Noalani.. who are you?" If the ghost was desperate for attention and someone to see him then he could at least be nice or try to be. After all he was pretty sure this one was nothing compared to they hyper bunny boy he had working for him.