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Phobias 6 Simon called Raphael one last time, just to see if he would pick up. He sobbed lightly when he went to voice mail, knowing full well that Raphael had declined the call. Again. He wiped his face, as best as he could. The dried tears stayed stuck to his face, lightly crusted on. He had to see him. So he headed to the hotel, slipping in with a bunch of other vampires, just in case Raphael had told the doorman not to let him in. He looked around, looking desperately for Raphael. If he couldn’t find him as he was coming in, he would try to find Raphael’s bedroom since he figured he would be there for the night. However, th

Phobias 5 Raphael was not crying like Simon was. He would not debase himself like that. And, he was thinking, spending his time all alone. He was in his room in the Hotel Du Morte, he mostly either laid in bed just looking up at the ceiling, or laid on his couch looking at the ceiling. He barely even fed, when he did he would stare at his glass for hours before he even got the courage to take a sip. And he would only do so because he was starving. Raphael was sitting on his couch, he had a glass of blood in his hand. Why had he seen that vision? Why was he suddenly so filled with terror at the idea of the water? Sure when he had been alive