Post: Blood, sugar, sex, magic.

AN: I know Dave said that he had a kid to support, but in my fic he hasn't got any okay? If you don't agree, well… HA! He still hasn't got a kid! Hey, it's MY fic!

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Prologue

Dave had stormed off from the ER. He didn't need this, or them. He needed himself, to be healthy and working… Working. He smirked from the word. It'll be easy to find a new job, away from that horrible bitch Kerry. He should be happy.

Dave took his bike and drove home. While driving he looked straight ahead, not distracted by the things around him on the streets. He usually looked at the people, and thought quite good of himself. He hadn't turn out on the streets, he'd managed to getting into college in Grenada and becoming a doctor. Which, of course, all people doubted he would.

He got to his flat and looked up at the large building. It looked quite filthy. Some windows on the ground floor were scattered and taped shut, the gangs in the neighbourhood liked to thrash the place. There were a lot of gangs lately, last week he woke up in the middle of the night when they had broken into one of the lowest apartments. Luckily no one dared to live in them.

Dave stayed outside a while, lighting up a cigarette. But when he was halfway the thing it started to rain softly. Dave didn't mind, he wouldn't get soaked much, he would go in when it would become serious and he had to get out there in a rubber boat. He finally decided his smoke was finished and threw the burned cigarette on the ground into a puddle of water that had been left there from the rain last night.

He crawled up the crooked steps of the stairs, half of them where stained and coloured differently than what they used to be. Some of the wallpaper had been pulled off and showed the grey concrete underneath it. Dave also pulled his bike with him, no way was he going to put it in the garage on the back of the building, it would definitely be stolen.

He finally entered his apartment and put his bike inside. When he entered his kitchen he started to look for some food, but the only thing he found was some pieces of an old pizza inside of his refrigerator. He'd build up a big appetite so he would eat anything. The pizza was snatched quickly and put into the microwave. After some minutes he sat on his couch eating his small dinner and turning on his television. He turned it off quickly after he'd finished eating. Now he was out of a job he wouldn't be able to pay for electricity much. His heart sunk at this thought. No more extras until he had found another job.