Asema’s legs screamed in pain as he tore across the garden in a panic. He had misjudged the time of night yet again, running headlong into the massive closed wooden door that awaited him, pressing his front into the wall as the sunlight creeped towards him
“Of all the times for the front door to be locked” He hissed, banging hard enough to make the wood vibrate, nails digging in as the sunlight crawled its way across his covered legs. His skin felt like it was on fire, even the tiny bits of light that filtered through the cloth of his pants was enough to leave near blistering burns on his skin.
“Asema—“ Echo yelped tackled to the ground by the frantic vampire, pushing him out of the line of sun that trickled in through the open door “I just left your house what are you doing here?”
“We need your husband to look at something” Sierra sighed, walking in calmly behind the man, lugging the metal netting behind him
“A net.” Echo said, tired eyes glaring at Asema, "You tackle me and nearly kill yourself. For a net."
“A net that was full of feathers.” Sierra said, “We found it where we think Quispi was taken from” he watched as the two got up, free hand on his hip as they dusted themselves off “And he got burned”
“You were too slow”
“You left me with the whole net!” Sierra squawked, angrily puffing out his feathers as Asema straightened his jacket, “Here. You deal with it. I have other assignments to deal with, mister I’ve been on break for nearly three months!”
“Sierra wait—“ Echo said, but the man had already seen himself out, slamming the door loudly behind him, plunging the room into a twilight sort of glow, illuminated only by hanging luminescent crystals from the ceiling. Asema bent to lift the net, legs throbbing in pain as he complained under his breath in garbled curses as he straightened back up. “Well…He’s in his workshop”
Asema carried the netting slung over one shoulder, wincing in pain with each step as the fabric of his pants rubbed against his burns as he made his way towards the back of the house. Where Echo's husband was sure to be.
“Lucas! Oi!” Asema shouted, beating on the door to the man’s workshop with one hand. Locked, as always. The faint sound of clinking glass and fluttering paper came from the room beyond as the short blue-haired man answered. He looked up at Asema, glaring up at the man with tired eyes. Deep set rings under his lids left by days of too little sleep and too much work. Gloved hands tapped impatiently at the side of the door waiting for a reason for the interruption. Asema simply gestured to the net as an answer.
“Yeah it’s a metal net. And?”
“I need you to see if you can get anything off of it” Asema followed as the other beckoned him to follow, pointing to an empty table amongst the clutter.
“Where did you find it?”
“We think this might have been the net Quispi was caught in” Asema sighed, dropping the net down with a loud metallic thunk, “Or at least it came from the same people. This is the only real lead we have”
“Well, then I guess I definitely can’t say no” Lucas said, kicking over a chair towards the table, nervously plucking at the fingers of his gloves, “And no one else has touched this?”
“Sierra, but he was just annoyed on the way over here.” Asema said, watching as the man pulled off a glove, worn hand a stark contrast to the rest of his arms, a well-defined line along his wrist where the glove’s cuff sat.
“I’ll see what I can get.”
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