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It began in the dark of night
It was late night in 1869, the dark had brought with it a mist so thick you could hardly see the people around it. It might also have been smoke from the many chimneys and fabrics pumping it out, those toxins that the inhabitants inhaled daily and forgot about. Many died of it, young and unknowing of the dangers of the air they breathed.
But for some, said air was fine. Especially when you were of the kind that did not breathe at all. Isaack Marmillion Brie was a well respected Doctor. Kind, understanding and with a very handsome exterior. He would have chilly hands, but other then that he had the gentle touches of a brilliant doctor.
But Doctor Brie was not as kind as many thought. Yes, he had a burning obsession about protecting his patient. But if you were not one of his? Then you were prey.
He was a handsome man, well over 6 ft tall, midnight black hair with waves falling heavy slightly below his shoulders. His skin had a slight olive natural colour, even if it was slightly paled out, showing he was indeed of Eastern European decent. And yet his accent was very much a queen's English accent, perfect and precise. He could be a gentleman, and he could be a brute. The true him was more of a ruthless brute then a perfect gentleman.
His eyes had a intense blue colour, dark around the edges, then bright light blue, making them seem like big blue orbs staring at you. '
And it was these orbs the young prostitute saw for the last time in the ally.
Isaack had moved in on him briskly, and before the man had managed to react, he had put a cloth to his face coated with chloroform. The boy had fought vigorously until he was forced to take a few intakes of breath, and had dropped like a rug sack into Isaacks arms. "There there, I will wait until it wakes up before I will let you sing." he smiled fanged, brushing the young man's har away from his face.
