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   “ she taught me that, did she teach you though? “ benjamin smiles as he looks at her, sloshing the whiskey around in his glass. “ yeah, only cause i have to be, carry. “ he scrunched up his nose when she kissed his cheek, waving down the bartender before looking to her. “ what do you want to drink? “

   “ smart woman. “ he hums with a smile, a chuckle managing to pass his lips as he looks over at her, turning in his seat fully to face her. “ why though? being nice is so not fun. “ benjamin shakes his head as he finishes off his glass of whiskey, pushing it aside. 

   “ well it’s fun to break rules sometimes, isn’t it? “ he smiles at her as he reaches for his glass of whiskey to take a sip, looking over at her with a chuckle. “ i promise i’m not gonna spike your drink or something, not that kinda guy. “

   perched up in a tree, benjamin watched amusedly as the scene unfolded before him, kinda wishing that he had popcorn now. he sighs as he hops down from the branches, hands tucked into his pockets as he walked towards the bloodbath, a dark eyebrow raised. “ my my, i certainly wouldn’t wanna piss you off. so what’d he do that made you quite literally rip out his heart? did he break yours and you wanted sweet, bitter revenge? cause i gotta say, this was a little bit over the top. “ the original flashes her a grin as he steps forward, looking to the poor victim that had fallen at the hands of some pretty vampire that honestly had a bite bigger than her bark. she’s old and he can tell, it’s like an aura that the second oldest erikson possess. 

   “ didn’t your mama ever teach you that it’s rude to stand around? c’mon, drinks on me. “ the second oldest erikson hummed as he sipped at his glass of whiskey, turning his head to look at the stranger with his eyebrows raised. “ i’m feeling nice today, so consider yourself lucky. this is quite the rare occurrence. “ he pushes the bar stool that was beside him out, gesturing for the other to sit.

   “ always be careful when walking around the woods or you’re gonna get caught in another trap, or worse, you’ll run into a hunter. and they’re not too fond of our kind. at least not of your kind. my kind, well we’re very hard to kill. “ ben sighed as he watched the male fall to the ground, shaking his head. “ yeah, anytime, kid. “

   benjamin is quiet as he approaches his older brother, peering over his shoulder to see what he’s sketching out on the paper. “ pretty girl, who is she? “ he hums as he moves into the seat across from angelus, giving him a grin. “ it’s been a while, brother. how’ve you been? “ he raised an eyebrow as he leans against the table, tilting his head to the side as he looks at the drawing. “ that’s pretty damn good. “ 

   benjamin never let his past sneak up on him, never let his past get in the way of is future. but eleanora, she was an exception... she plagued his mind for a long time, still to the present day, and the thought of ‘what if i turned her?’ would often come to mind. he loved her, which was a feeling that was very foreign to benjamin. It was damn near 500 years ago, but him and eleanora, they had something special. her face appeared many times in the centuries, and little did he know that they were actually her, that she was still among them. but she was human when they were together, she would grow old and she would die and benjamin would continue on, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. it felt like the thousandth time, and benjamin finally decided to act upon his decisions. he sees her in a sea of people and follows the petite girl out into the woods, and his heart aches cause if it s her, then what the hell is she? why is she still kicking? “ el? eleanora? “

   “ you’re leaving quite the stain on our kind, newbie. how the hell did you even manage to get trapped in one of these? they’re meant for animals. “ benjamin scoffed as he watches the other dangle for a moment before walking towards the rope tied to the tree so he could untie it.

   benjamin hummed to himself as he made his way throughout the woods, toothpick in hand as he picked little bits of flesh out from his teeth, glancing over to a bright light in the distance. upon further inspection, he realizes it’s a fire some idiot had lit. who the hell was attempting to burn down the forest. his steps are quiet as he comes to the scene, raising an eyebrow when the man speaks to him. “ i think it’s a LOVELY night for a walk. “ he says, spitting the bits of flesh he picked out from his fangs on the ground. “ so what are you doing here, ken doll? trying to bring smokey the bear back into business? “