“Shut up.”

“Why? You know it’s true!”

“P-Please, just hurry up.”

“Don’t rush me.” Finn scolded. “It’s rude to make somebody rush their food.”

Arlen was surprised to have been noticed, and the prince was quite flattered and hot under the collar. “Oh! Well.. I, uh… Thank you.” He said, pushing a bit of hair behind his ear. “I can’t believe you actually noticed and recognized me!”

“I mean... You make it sound like you don’t get noticed very often.” Finn scratched the back of his head. “I’m sort of surprised I managed to get this close, though. Aren’t you supposed to have, like, some sort of bodyguard or something?”

“No, no. This isn’t right. Stop it.” Finn couldn’t but gag as he watched the wretched creature hobble, despite the large chunk missing from it’s skull. It was a gruesome and utterly wicked thing; a body that should, by all logic and convention, be unable to support life and, yet, the creature refused to die. "These are people you’re messing with. You can’t treat them this way.”

He was aware of the irony; how could a vampire that fed, daily, ever lecture another on what was right and wrong? 

“I said stop it!” The vampire hissed, fangs extending, his nose twitching as he tried to ignore the stench of death and decay. “Let them go! Now!”

“ He’ll KILL me, my magic won’t work against him as long as he is wearing that amulet. ” It wasn’t often that Hayden got scared, but witch hunters were no joke. Especially when they had guns and witch stone. “ You don’t have to kill him, at least just get that necklace off of him, PLEASE. ” The Grecian whined out, back pressed against the bullet riddled wall. Tensing at the dull beats of heavy boots against tiled floors.