Back Alley

@❂Yuuma [Cuteish reminder, Jaehyun is a werewolf but dasoke.]

It had been a weak since the last time Jaehyun missed the small human being, he said. It wasn't like he wasn't trying to find the other. It was just, he was kindhearted enough to let the other enjoyed his own time before he finally let go of his freedom. That day, he had just finished his unsatisfying dinner with some of his colleagues at a restaurant. He was planning to go back to the drugstore where he had met his prey for the first time before his sense poked him and made him realized something. He quickly rushed to the object of his sense and locked the other's movement to make sure he won't missed him anymore. "Dayum! It's you. I don't even have to bother trailing off your trace. What a coincidence," he talked excitedly, hugging the other on the neck possesively as if he was hugging his waist instead. "So? Did you have fun in the past one week? You should have! I've been kind enough to give you some quality time for yourself, you know. And urgh, why did you become all bone? You must've suffered a lot right? Oof, that's bad for you. But it's too satisfying for me, what should we do?" He pretended to put on a sad face. "Okay, enough with the chitchat. Let's have fun! I haven't been having fun for quite long now, you know."

@☾Jaehyun Oh thank god- thank god he didn't have to die yet. Even if he had to live as a doll, whatever that was, he would at least not die. A shiver ran down his spine at the excited gleam in the man's eyes and finally, he even let out a frightened shriek when the vampire raised his voice to almost a scream. He desperately tried to scramble away from the clearly psychotic creature, his small fingers trying to tug the hand from his neck. Yuuma hadn't expected it to work, there was no way his strength as a human could contest with a vampire's and yet... the vampire made a mistake. Yuuma was not going to let that go, he dashed out of the shop without looking back, crashing through the window front. The tears on his cheeks dried as he ran through the streets, zig-zagging wildly. He jumped into the sewers to hide his scent and hid there. He couldn't go back to the hideout, not until he was sure he wasn't being followed. He couldn't risk bringing the vampire back to the others. Yuuma didn't do this out of kindness or concern for them, they could die for all he cared. However, reputation was important and if he sold them out he would never be trusted by any other street runner.

Just like that, a week past.

Yuuma had lived on scraps and had grown even thinner. Having to hide in the dark had made him weak and pale. He didn't know the vampire hadn't even bothered to follow him, how could he? Today as well, at sunset, he snuck out of the canals to rummage through the trash. His hands were shaking. He hadn't found enough food for the past few days. He wasn't sick, he just needed one proper meal and a good night's sleep and he would be fine- but before he gathered new supplies and returned to the shelter even that was a luxury. The streetlamps dowsed the concrete in a warm orange light but to Yuuma it just looked threatening and he stayed in a dark back alley, squatting next to the trash of a restaurant.

@☾Jaehyun [ e w e yush!!!! Gonna reply asappppp ]

@❂Yuuma [Pretty pokie? e w e]

@❂Yuuma "Hmmm..." Jaehyun pulled himself a little further, but didn't let go of the other's neck. "As for your question... I think I might have an interesting offer." His evillish grin couldn't be hidden, however. "I can let you stay alive, but as my doll. Doesn't that sound good? You won't die, as you wish. And I can have fun from it!" He spoke up excitedly that without realizing it, he was nearly screaming in excitement. He was jumping a little as he said the words and that made his right hand slipped, letting go of the other's neck. As if the universe was really hating him for playing with the smaller male, he tripped over his own leg and fell hard on his . It wasn't the pain that made him went mad, it was the shame. But the thought was fastly passed by as another thought peeked in. Turning his head a bit, he could see that the smaller was already gone. He was all alone in the room, cursing the luck that wasn't by his side that night. ", , , , ," he blurbed madly with his as red as boiled lobster face. He knew that it was already way too late to run over the male. So he stayed there, pulling himself up slowly and left the store in wrecked and ed up mood. One thing was for sure. He had made his thought and he would make sure that the smaller would end up in his hands again. When that time came, he won't let anything stand in his way again, not even bad luck, not even the universe. He was planning to flirt Fortuna already so that things would went smoothly. In casual gesture, he fixed his hair position as he walked back to his hideout. He made a really good use of time by thinking as he walked not so fastly, storming his brain to find away so he could get the smaller's back into his hands. He vowed, he won't die before he found the smaller again, back into his grip, and for sure in more ragged condition. The wicked sly smile rose in the middle of dark and silent night.

@☾Jaehyun . Playing the pitiful, scared little boy wasn't working as he thought it would... or perhaps it was working too well? He couldn't tell. More pearly tears spilled from his one uncovered eye as the blade dug into his cheek. "A-ah" A soft, timid whimper spilled from his lips. His eyes darted around the dark shop floor in a panic. This one seemed really sick. His tears were feeding his sadism... at first, those tears had been fake but now Yuuma wasn't sure anymore. He stopped breathing when the razor pressed against his neck. His body was shaking. With his small hands, he grabbed the one around his neck as if that hand could protect him from the blade that threatened to slice his throat and steal his life. Fun... Yuuma was screaming on the inside. This man was making his skin crawl. His back was drenched with sweat, He had to escape somehow. He had to. He HAD to! But how? "I-I", he started in a stutter. His wet eye, the other covered in his eyepatch gazed up at him. The human felt like an ant, or a hamster, at the mercy of a larger animal. He would die at the other's smallest whim. "Please- isn't there any way-" His voice broke into a pitiful sob, tears now drenching his cheeks entirely. "Any way that I won't die? Please- please, don't hurt me!"

[ plz give yuuma an opening in your next reply so he can escape ]

@❂Yuuma Jaehyun's smirk rose involuntarily. "Oh, you know? I'm planning to make this fast but... I think it would be less exciting. Your voice is good enough and it fits my standard. So shall we let you beg more? It really pleases my ears," he said in dreamy-tone. While his right hand was busy holding the other's neck, his left hand worked to pull out a small razor blade from the pocket inside his jacket. "You'd look prettier with those arts on you," he commented as he fastly left a wound on the other's cheek. Soon enough, the wound started to bleed and it made the blood in every part of Jaehyun's body rippled. "So, what's your answer? You wanna die here or in front of your friends? Or do you like to be eaten alive? Hmmm, sadly the last option is not possible. I don't like keeping living creature, it makes thing harder to face," he mumbled as he played the blade in his left hand. "Tick tock tick tock, the clock is ticking," he reminded the other while tightening his right hand around the other's neck. "And oh, don't show me those tears. It makes me want to see you suffer more, hehe," he chuckled innocently as if he hadn't said anything that was unacceptable for normal human beng. The smile that came afterward was the same, it was a wide and childish innocent smile. Feeling a little bored in the silent, he moved his left hand once more to create some more wounds on the other's arms, shoulder, and super thin one on the neck. "Isn't it fun?" he asked, touching the blood of the other's with his left hand. ", you sweetie, you make me starving." His nose began to sniff the funny smell in the air with pleased face. "Hmm~ Yum yum smell."

@☾Jaehyun Yuuma almost screamed when he heard the other speak. The man had grabbed the hand he'd used to open the door. He couldn't react fast enough, he was already being dragged deeper into the shop. It was strange, he had expected to get picked up like a sack of potatoes and to be whisked away to some factory or the like... or knocked unconscious but no. It was clear, this one liked to play and that gave him a flicker of hope. What? People had been talking about a thief here?! ! It was basic knowledge not to hit the same place repeatedly, not in one timeframe. Either those staying in the same bunker had lied to him about the places they'd been to or another group had been coming here a lot. ing idiots. ING idiots. Yuuma didn't resist being pulled towards the corner, he didn't want to risk getting hurt and cowered before the tall, dark figure. "A-ah" Tears welled in his eyes, his hands were shaking as he gazed up at the man. He couldn't see his face but the sound of his voice sent shivers down his spine. A hand wrapped around his neck. The 19-yr old's eyes widened and his hands flew up, his fingers dipping into the strong hold faintly constricting his blood vessels. Two fat tears trickled down his cheeks. "P-please", he whimpered, his legs pulled to his chest. The T-shirt he wore as a dress rode up to reveal his pale skin covered in goosebumps. "Please d-don't kill me- please-" His quivering voice was broken up by faint, timid sniffles and sobs.

@❂Yuuma "Got you," Jaehyun whispered to the air with a sly smile. He quickly moved to get the 'shadow' as he realized that the other had also noticed him. It was happening, he was chasing the other with a fast but steady movement, and was also wearing a cunning smile on his handsome -he claimed- face. It didn't take really long until the shadow was already in his grip. They were already so near to the front door and he was somehow thanking the universe to give him chance to grab the other just in time. "So you're the unseen thief that people have been talking about. Do you have any last word?" The question was being threw while he dragged the figure to a corner. "You choose, got slained here or my place? Or maybe your place in front of your friends? The last option sounds fun." His deep chuckle echoed in the quiet store, leaving some sort of creepy impression. "Better choose fastly, kiddo. I don't have that much time." He tightened his hand that was around the other's neck and didn't forget to show his psychotic smile.

@☾Jaehyun Yuuma didn't notice a thing, not until he sneaked to the back door. Unfortunately, his hand had already pushed the back door open and half his body was outside of the shop when he saw the extra shadow that hadn't been there before. A cold shudder ran down his spine, his eyes widened and adrenaline shot through his body. Within far less than a second, he had jerked back into the shop with the plan to burst out through the front door. He was just going to break the glass and hope he didn't get hurt too much. That is if he made it there. In the same motion, he swung his by now heavy backpack in front of his body to fend off any grabbing hands. Yuuma wasn't thinking, this was instinctive.

@❂Yuuma Jaehyun was out for his hunt as usual. That time, the alley far from his place was the place. He had heard rumors about 'unseen' thief, people called 'it'. He had heard from random people on the street that they had seen something, some shadow as they passed the drugstore in the alley. Jaehyun wasn't stupid. Alley, drugstore, unseen thief, and shadow all connected together and created a complete image in his head. So there was he, watching in silent as someone -who was nearly unseen, but special thanks to his super vision- profesionally made his -or her he didn't know- way into the drugstore. Jaehyun's smirk rose, the shadow was skilled, indeed. He took time to enjoy the scenery of how well-skilled the shadow thief was and followed the figure's movements all along. He found himself amazed by the detailed action the shadow did. He could tell the shadow was already very experienced. Somehow, he laughed inside his heart. How sad would the shadow's friends be when one of their experienced friend was gone. His sick mind began to imagine cruel way to tell the shadow's friends about their friends death. Maybe sending them video or an inner body part of the shadow's will do. It was if the shadow had friends, tho, he thought. He quickly shook his head to get his focus back and continued watching the shadow again. It was between pretty long and not too long when he felt like the shadow was done 'buying' everything s/he needed. And so he moved to the place the shadow entered from in a total silent. It was clear enough that he was waiting for the shadow, his prey.

@☾Jaehyun It was the dead of night when Yuuma pulled himself out of one of the many manholes in the city. Like a shadow, he slid through the darkness, always staying out of sight and in the cover of the many dark alleys of the city. Some amateur street rats thought that sticking to the main roads was less conspicuous, hide in plain sight and all that, but the risk wasn't worth it. Not being seen at all was always better. Yuuma carried a large backpack and his body was tense. He was on full attention, he had even taken a dosage of his friend's medicine to make sure he didn't get a stupid asthma attack this time around. The 19-year old scoped out where he was going meticulously, his gaze as sharp as a hawks and his footsteps soundless. Him surviving on the streets might have been luck until he was 6 or 7, after that it was skill that had kept him safe. He was standing in the alley with a drugstore at his left. He needed to get in there and he knew exactly how. The shop was closed, it had a back entrance that led to an enclosed storage facility. Normally you couldn't get there without coming in through the front, but if you scaled the wall and jumped into the enclosed area from there... you could pick the back door and get in without anyone seeing you. As long as you managed to get over the wall without arousing attention and this was exactly what Yuuma planned to do. He held his breath, his fingertips latching onto the bricks of the wall. They only stood out a few millimetres, a centimetre at most but Yuuma was a very good climber. He had a strong grip and this was enough for him to scale it. He went up quickly and without any hesitation swung his body over the top of the wall. There was a soft thud when he landed and Yuuma froze for half a minute, making sure there were no rushed footsteps around him that would indicate someone had noticed him. Then, he made his way to the back door, opened it without any problem and was in. His lips quirked up into a satisfied smile. Coming to places like drug stores was always hard because those who hunted street rats like himself knew that they had to come to places like this. It wasn't just drugstores, apothecaries and grocery stores were on the list as well. So far, everything was going well and Yuuma quickly started collecting what he needed from the racks. He kept his frame low and made sure he was hidden whenever he could but that wasn't possible every second. An attentive watcher would see a dark shadow moving in the darkness of the shop. It was just a faint contrast, but the risk was there.

@☾Johnny Yuuma was sweating by the time he arrived at the agreed location. His heart was pounding, his head spinning left and right as he observed his surroundings. The alley was dark but that only calmed him down to a certain extent. He was breathing faster than usual because he was dragging a limp body along with him. The body he had grabbed by its arms was a man in his 40s with a large build. He was too heavy for him and Yuuma had almost had a heart attack several times, afraid someone would see him while he slowly made his way here. The 19yr old was dressed rather uniquely as usual, from the print stockings that went just above his knee, to the obviously fake cat ears on his head. He was panting, he recognized the feeling... the tightness in his chest. Yuuma dropped the man and fell back against the brick wall of the alley, his hand gripping the fabric of his dark, oversized T-shirt. Curses almost spilt out of him. For a long time, Yuuma had suffered from asthma, which for a human on the run was a terrible trait to have. Not just once or twice had he been abandoned by his peers for having such a weak spot. 'What if someone else comes here now?', he thought suddenly and tensed. He didn't have the strength to make a wild run for it in his state. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached for the dead body. He grabbed the corpse by its shirt and with great effort managed to pull it over his smaller figure. It was a makeshift and honestly terrible hiding place but noone paid attention to dead bodies in this place so it gave him a chance if someone other than Johnny passed by. Yuuma curled up beneath the dead body and closed his eyes, focusing entirely on calming his own breathing.

@☾Daehyun Taeil returned the knives to their former positions, eyes never leaving the assassin. Always calculating, always watching. "Of course," he murmured smoothly, "I have others in stock. I could send someone to retrieve some, if you like. I have some of the longer knives with the poison coating, but of course that costs extra." He tilted his head to the side. "Or you could buy something near identical to your former knife."

@☾Kyungsoo Taeil blinked quickly. "I... never knew of anything like that. But... what about the vampires and werewolves who don't hurt anyone? Do they... hunt them too?" he inquired, chewing on his lower lip. His gaze was focused on the ground as they walked, his hands slipping into his pockets and his shoulders hunching. "My friend never pretends to be human, I mean, not that I know of." He frowned, his faces drawing into lines that spoke of heavy thought. "But he's been a vampire for longer than I have."

Taeil looked over at Kyungsoo as he began speaking again. "Oh," he murmured, making the sound come out particularly soft. "I'm sorry to hear that, Kyungsoo." He hummed. "Yeah, at least I'm not alone -- and Ten is nice," he added, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. "Kind of like you, you're nice too," he said with a smile. Honestly, Kyungsoo was a naive fool. It wasn't every night that someone stumbled upon a murder scene and mistook the victim for an aggressor. Taeil knew he'd have fun with this one, for as long as he could string him along.

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@☾Kyungsoo Told not to worry about it, Taeil nodded, though he kept the outward expression of confusion as part of the naive act. The werewolf's reactions and behavior made him gleeful on the inside, the vampire pleased to have the opportunity and capability to manipulate a werewolf. Oh, he'd manipulated vampires and humans in the past, but he had never attempted it with werewolves -- and certainly not one so gullible as this one. "If you're sure it won't be any trouble," he murmured in assent, gingerly stepping around the man's corpse and leading Kyungsoo out of the alleyway. It would have been child's play to spin around and rip out the werewolf's throat; but Taeil wanted him alive.

"Protection? Protection from what?" Taeil asked. He widened his eyes as he looked over at Kyungsoo, crafted surprise settling over his features. "I... I know how to feed, he did teach me that... But why would I need to blend in with humans?" Taeil cocked his head to the side, curiosity displayed as plain as day on his face. "I mean, wouldn't it be obvious I'm not human? I can't be out in daylight and I can't eat food..." he trailed off, lips pressing together and then parting again. "It seems like there's so much I don't know..."

@☾Daehyun Taeil's brow quirked upward, in indication for him to continue. He listened to what the assassin had to say, and nodded, expression that of contemplation. "I don't have much on me at this present moment, but what I do have may catch your interest." He reached behind him and slid three knives, in rapid succession, out of sheaths positioned at his lower back, and lay them out on his palm. "These two are poisoned, this one isn't." He indicated the knives he referred to with his free hand as he spoke. Two of the knives dwarfed his hand (though to be fair, it was a small thing), while the last was a small thing, a little smaller than a medium-sized pocket knife.

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@☾Kyungsoo "My... sire?" Taeil's brows furrowed, a perfect expression of confusion settling over his features. "The one who bit me? I don't know. Am I supposed to know?" he asked, playing further into the young, naive act. He knew that his physical features made him look young, even younger than the age he had stopped aging at; and with the right facial expressions and behavior, he could certainly pass for a teenager or similarly young human. He'd take whatever this werewolf was willing to believe, however. The anger was evident in the wolf's aura -- was he angry at the prospect of Taeil's "sire" abandoning him? This was most certainly one of the more intriguing individuals Taeil had encountered in his long lifespan.

"I..." Taeil wet his lips, selling an expression and demeanor of nervousness that he was pretending to poorly attempt to conceal. "I... I'm not sure why," he mumbled, looking up at the werewolf and then dropping his gaze to his shoes, "but these people h-have been following me around for about a month. I guess I wasn't careful enough tonight." His voice dropped off to a whisper toward the end, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his long jacket. "Y-yeah, it's not far. He doesn't live far," Taeil murmured. He pulled himself up off of the pavement, standing a little shaky and looking anywhere but at the body of the dead man -- playing the role of the victim perfectly, as he knew that he could. "Are you sure it won't be any trouble?"

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@☾Daehyun The back alleys were a place where the gutter trash scurried and those desperate lurked. The lithe vampire who was leaning against the wall of a certain alley was, however, neither gutter trash nor desperate. He was a prince of darkness, a man who was not one to be crossed. He was who the gutter trash and the desperate crawled to when they sank low enough to put their very souls on the line, a man who weighed everyone in terms of what use they posed to him. He dealt in things that could kill, and dealt with those who killed; hence why he chose the back alleys to lurk, a place where those who sought his business knew they could find him on nights such as this.

An utterance of his name caused him to turn his head; a familiar assassin was standing in the alley's entrance. Taeil pushed himself up off of the wall and swiveled toward him, taking two steps toward him and stopping; he studied Daehyun with a calculative eye, and pulled his hands out of the pockets of his denim jacket. "Daehyun. Is there something I can do for you?" Of course there was; there always was. If not, this man would not have sought him out.

@⚰Taeyong "I'd tell you those things could kill you, but I know what you are, and I know you can't die from a mere cigarette." Wonho chuckled softly after the cancer stick was put out. "Me? Oh, I'm someone your lovely father really pissed off." he grasped Taeyong's wrists, pushing him against the wall. "He took something of mine... a slave actually. Stole it. It could be dead by now for all I know, and I have no interest in getting back ruined property, but he still has a debt to pay." he hissed, a sinister look on his handsome face.
"You don't with Bloodreign and get away with it. Thieving scum like that piss me off. If you want a slave, you either pay like everyone else or find your own." the clan leader snarled, extending his claws to dig into the boy's shoulder.

@☾Kyungsoo The werewolf's reactions were even better than Taeil could have anticipated. He accepted the handkerchief and dabbed at his eyes with a watery inhale, giving a small nod. "Taeil," he said, putting a quiver into his voice. He shook his head, gaze dropping to his knees. "I-I'm fine. I'm not the one who slipped and... and fell." Taeil's voice was small when he finished, the vampire quite proud of himself at this point. "How didn't I? I pushed him to get him off of me and..." he shook his head as though unable to finish, his fingers curling up loosely as he roughly dashed away more tears. "But it couldn't have happened to just anyone," Taeil whispered, a new idea popping into his mind. This man wanted to help so much? Taeil would allow him to do exactly that. If he chose to ask what Taeil meant, the vampire would spill the forming story; if not, oh well. At least the night was taking an amusing turn. The next question made his thoughts race; he couldn't exactly take Kyungsoo to the cemetery without risking the game to be up. His thoughts instead turned to Ten's apartment, to which he had a key, and he nodded. "Of course I have a home... I live with a friend, should I be living with someone else?" Taeil asked, with his eyes wide and innocent -- as though he was a youngling who didn't know much of the vampire world. "I don't think I'd be able to keep anything down. Thank you for offering, though." Manners, manners were key.

@☾Kyungsoo It was boredom that had driven Taeil to lure the stranger deep into the alley and attack him, in the darkness away from the street. Sadly, he couldn't put up much of a fight -- he was nowhere near the level of the older vampire's power or physical strength. A sharp shove slammed the man's head hard enough against the wall to crack and bust it, leaving a smear of fluids as his body slid to the ground. Taeil sat beside him with the intent to find out who he was, but the sound of footsteps caught his attention; and someone spoke softly. That made his head snap up, attention caught. This newcomer... did he think /Taeil/ was the victim? It would have made the vampire laugh, had he been anyone else. Sadly for this stranger, he wasn't someone else, and it took Taeil about two minutes to make himself tear up, pulling his knees up to his chest and burying his face in his hands.

"I killed him," he gasped out brokenly, surprising himself with how /convincing/ he sounded. It had been so long since Taeil had pretended to cry, and yet it seemed he hadn't lost his touch. Wet tears slid down his cheeks, dropping off of his chin and onto his shirt as he sniffled; oh, yes, this was positively /wonderful/. Taeil could have smiled, if he wasn't focused on his act. He'd smile over it later. "I was just scared -- I didn't want to kill him, I just wanted to get him off of me, but," Taeil paused for effect, wiping at his face as his shoulders shook, "he slipped and fell against the wall..."

@❂Dohwan *takes out a cloth from his pocket and cleans his bloody fingers before retracting his claws*
*rolls his eyes at your words, an annoyed look on his handsome, normally cheerful face*
Oh really? Looked to me like you were losing that
I may be a monster, but I just saved your ...
*leans against the brick wall and crosses his arms, watching you struggle*
Look, I don't feed on your kind. I don't even like my own kind. They disgust me with their cruelness.
You don't have to like me or my kind, but you're not really in any position to refuse my help right now, so it up.
*moves towards you cautiously, not trusting you to not pull something sneaky*

@⚰Wonho Taeyong couldn't believe that his step brother had set up such a scene for him. Well it wasn't unusual to return to his mansion only to witness a half slave sitting on the couch. His father would gift him most of the new slaves he bought,in order to give them a try himself. All of them were surprised when Taeyong didn't use them and instead paid them to shut up and not let anyone know that he hadn't bedded them. But when the slaves were trying to persuade him,he knew that it was his step brother's job. Especially when he found them recording the whole situation. Now his father had informed him that a slave was waiting for him and he wasn't really in the mood to turn anyone down so he went out for a walk to clear his head.
Covering his face with a hoodie he went to the back alley to smoke without worrying that he would be caught,trying out a human's invention. Cigarettes helped him forget about blood for a while.
"What the-who are you?"he asked when he felt someone against him,turning around to face the stranger while quickly stepping onto the half finished cigarette.

@⚰Seokjin /he's about to see stars when the vampire is suddenly ripped
away from him, causing him to collapse onto the floor, gasping for air.
/his vision is still blurry and all the pain rushes to him at once as he
keels over, trying to regain proper breathing.
.
/clutching at his bloodied, bruised rib, he's barely able to push himself up to
lean against the wall, spitting out some of the blood in his mouth.
ing blood ers -
/he finally manages to take in the presence of the second vampire, forcing
himself to stand straight as if to prepare for another fight before he stumbles
over, his body giving out as the other vampire speaks to him.
i'm fine - i don't need any help, especially not from some monster like you.

@❂Dohwan *was just on his way home when he heard a scuffling coming from the alleyway he was walking past*
*pauses mid-step, detecting the presence of both a human and a vampire, and that's all he needs to know before he leaps into action, fists flying*
*grabbing the other vampire's back, he rips him away from the poor human, slamming him against the brick wall*
Stop this. You'll kill him.
*he growls, his nails growing longer and sharper, like claws, and he shoves them into the other's stomach when the vampire gets back up and lunges at him*
Trust me, you're no match for me, weakling.
*he smirks, twisting his fingers around in the other's guts before pulling them out and giving one of his nails an experimental *
*he immediately spits* You taste like .
*the weaker vampire turns and flees, holding his stomach*
*turns back to the human on the ground, who doesn't appear to be in great shape*
Can you hear me? Where are you hurt?

@⚰Taeyong It wasn't like anyone had gone looking for him, yet here he was. The son of that bastard- the guy that had robbed Wonho of a particularly pretty slave. Slaves were for sale of course, but that hadn't bothered to pay, just snatched him. Wonho stood to make a pretty penny off of that one too. It had been a few months, but neither Bloodreign or Wonho had forgotten. They'd gone through some trouble to get and tame that pesky little human boy too, and it ended up being a waste of everyone's time.
"Hello, there." Wonho pressed himself against the handsome male, a wicked grin on his lips. This was it- his chance to get back at that thief.