Fangs Bared

Viktor sat at a pew in the old church he had once called home, sketching the interior of the building. The poor building had seen better days, but to be fair the thing had been standing for more than 200 years. He had done his best to keep it looking nice enough for services, the priests sure appreciated his help. Even though he no longer lived there, the place was still important to him, so he would stop by often.

He turned his head to one of the stain glass windows and noticed that it was already night. “I should get home…” he thought as he closed his sketchbook. He pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his jacket and placed them on before heading for the door. Sure he looked ridiculous wearing sunglasses at night, but he’d rather be made fun of than have people judge him for his red eyes.

Just as he reached the door, Viktor heard a voice. He paused. A person? Here? Now? Why? But, wait. Something seemed off about the persons presence… Viktor couldn’t put his finger on it but something was off. “They are asking for help… go help them.” Viktor had a silent argument as he tried to coax himself outside to help the other. Human or not, he didn’t like dealing with others. He did eventually slowly open the door and looked around, only to see Atticus at the bottom of the stairs.

"W-well you don't have to worry about that from me... I mean. I don't think we are that different. Humans often refer to things that are different from them as monsters but it's often the other way around. I at least have the luxury of being able to hide my eyes and people don't often question the hair." He ran a hand through his hair. "That must be rough... I'm sorry." He mumbled. "Well... I know we just met but you're welcome to stop by anytime." He said, looking back up to Atticus.

Viktor sat at a pew in the old church he had once called home, sketching the interior of the building. The poor building had seen better days, but to be fair the thing had been standing for more than 200 years. He had done his best to keep it looking nice enough for services, the priests sure appreciated his help. Even though he no longer lived there, the place was still important to him, so he would stop by often.

He turned his head to one of the stain glass windows and noticed that it was already night. “I should get home…” he thought as he closed his sketchbook. He pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his jacket and placed them on before heading for the door. Sure he looked ridiculous wearing sunglasses at night, but he’d rather be made fun of than have people judge him for his red eyes.

Just as he reached the door, Viktor heard a voice. He paused. A person? Here? Now? Why? But, wait. Something seemed off about the persons presence… Viktor couldn’t put his finger on it but something was off. “They are asking for help… go help them.” Viktor had a silent argument as he tried to coax himself outside to help the other. Human or not, he didn’t like dealing with others. He did eventually slowly open the door and looked around, only to see Atticus at the bottom of the stairs.

He hesitated. Atticus seemed like someone he could trust but he wasn’t sure how much of his life he was comfortable sharing at that moment. “I’ve… I’ve been here for a long time. I never had any reason to move out so I just stuck around and didn’t change while everything around me did.” He took another sip of his water and poured a little into a small plant he had on the counter.

Viktor sat at a pew in the old church he had once called home, sketching the interior of the building. The poor building had seen better days, but to be fair the thing had been standing for more than 200 years. He had done his best to keep it looking nice enough for services, the priests sure appreciated his help. Even though he no longer lived there, the place was still important to him, so he would stop by often.

He turned his head to one of the stain glass windows and noticed that it was already night. “I should get home…” he thought as he closed his sketchbook. He pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his jacket and placed them on before heading for the door. Sure he looked ridiculous wearing sunglasses at night, but he’d rather be made fun of than have people judge him for his red eyes.

Just as he reached the door, Viktor heard a voice. He paused. A person? Here? Now? Why? But, wait. Something seemed off about the persons presence… Viktor couldn’t put his finger on it but something was off. “They are asking for help… go help them.” Viktor had a silent argument as he tried to coax himself outside to help the other. Human or not, he didn’t like dealing with others. He did eventually slowly open the door and looked around, only to see Atticus at the bottom of the stairs.

He hesitated. Atticus seemed like someone he could trust but he wasn’t sure how much of his life he was comfortable sharing at that moment. “I’ve… I’ve been here for a long time. I never had any reason to move out so I just stuck around and didn’t change while everything around me did.” He took another sip of his water and poured a little into a small plant he had on the counter.

Viktor sat at a pew in the old church he had once called home, sketching the interior of the building. The poor building had seen better days, but to be fair the thing had been standing for more than 200 years. He had done his best to keep it looking nice enough for services, the priests sure appreciated his help. Even though he no longer lived there, the place was still important to him, so he would stop by often.

He turned his head to one of the stain glass windows and noticed that it was already night. “I should get home…” he thought as he closed his sketchbook. He pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his jacket and placed them on before heading for the door. Sure he looked ridiculous wearing sunglasses at night, but he’d rather be made fun of than have people judge him for his red eyes.

Just as he reached the door, Viktor heard a voice. He paused. A person? Here? Now? Why? But, wait. Something seemed off about the persons presence… Viktor couldn’t put his finger on it but something was off. “They are asking for help… go help them.” Viktor had a silent argument as he tried to coax himself outside to help the other. Human or not, he didn’t like dealing with others. He did eventually slowly open the door and looked around, only to see Atticus at the bottom of the stairs.

He hesitated. Atticus seemed like someone he could trust but he wasn't sure how much of his life he was comfortable sharing at that moment. "I've... I've been here for a long time. I never had any reason to move out so I just stuck around and didn't change while everything around me did." He took another sip of his water and poured a little into a small plant he had on the counter.

Viktor sat at a pew in the old church he had once called home, sketching the interior of the building. The poor building had seen better days, but to be fair the thing had been standing for more than 200 years. He had done his best to keep it looking nice enough for services, the priests sure appreciated his help. Even though he no longer lived there, the place was still important to him, so he would stop by often.

He turned his head to one of the stain glass windows and noticed that it was already night. “I should get home…” he thought as he closed his sketchbook. He pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his jacket and placed them on before heading for the door. Sure he looked ridiculous wearing sunglasses at night, but he’d rather be made fun of than have people judge him for his red eyes.

Just as he reached the door, Viktor heard a voice. He paused. A person? Here? Now? Why? But, wait. Something seemed off about the persons presence… Viktor couldn’t put his finger on it but something was off. “They are asking for help… go help them.” Viktor had a silent argument as he tried to coax himself outside to help the other. Human or not, he didn’t like dealing with others. He did eventually slowly open the door and looked around, only to see Atticus at the bottom of the stairs.

Viktor sat at a pew in the old church he had once called home, sketching the interior of the building. The poor building had seen better days, but to be fair the thing had been standing for more than 200 years. He had done his best to keep it looking nice enough for services, the priests sure appreciated his help. Even though he no longer lived there, the place was still important to him, so he would stop by often.

He turned his head to one of the stain glass windows and noticed that it was already night. “I should get home…” he thought as he closed his sketchbook. He pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his jacket and placed them on before heading for the door. Sure he looked ridiculous wearing sunglasses at night, but he’d rather be made fun of than have people judge him for his red eyes.

Just as he reached the door, Viktor heard a voice. He paused. A person? Here? Now? Why? But, wait. Something seemed off about the persons presence… Viktor couldn’t put his finger on it but something was off. “They are asking for help… go help them.” Viktor had a silent argument as he tried to coax himself outside to help the other. Human or not, he didn’t like dealing with others. He did eventually slowly open the door and looked around, only to see Atticus at the bottom of the stairs.

Viktor sat at a pew in the old church he had once called home, sketching the interior of the building. The poor building had seen better days, but to be fair the thing had been standing for more than 200 years. He had done his best to keep it looking nice enough for services, the priests sure appreciated his help. Even though he no longer lived there, the place was still important to him, so he would stop by often.

He turned his head to one of the stain glass windows and noticed that it was already night. “I should get home…” he thought as he closed his sketchbook. He pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his jacket and placed them on before heading for the door. Sure he looked ridiculous wearing sunglasses at night, but he’d rather be made fun of than have people judge him for his red eyes.

Just as he reached the door, Viktor heard a voice. He paused. A person? Here? Now? Why? But, wait. Something seemed off about the persons presence… Viktor couldn’t put his finger on it but something was off. “They are asking for help… go help them.” Viktor had a silent argument as he tried to coax himself outside to help the other. Human or not, he didn’t like dealing with others. He did eventually slowly open the door and looked around, only to see Atticus at the bottom of the stairs.

“Wooaaoooaaah I forgot my tractorrrrr ahhhhhh”

Viktor sat at a pew in the old church he had once called home, sketching the interior of the building. The poor building had seen better days, but to be fair the thing had been standing for more than 200 years. He had done his best to keep it looking nice enough for services, the priests sure appreciated his help. Even though he no longer lived there, the place was still important to him, so he would stop by often.

He turned his head to one of the stain glass windows and noticed that it was already night. “I should get home…” he thought as he closed his sketchbook. He pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his jacket and placed them on before heading for the door. Sure he looked ridiculous wearing sunglasses at night, but he’d rather be made fun of than have people judge him for his red eyes.

Just as he reached the door, Viktor heard a voice. He paused. A person? Here? Now? Why? But, wait. Something seemed off about the persons presence… Viktor couldn’t put his finger on it but something was off. “They are asking for help… go help them.” Viktor had a silent argument as he tried to coax himself outside to help the other. Human or not, he didn’t like dealing with others. He did eventually slowly open the door and looked around, only to see Atticus at the bottom of the stairs.

Viktor sat at a pew in the old church he had once called home, sketching the interior of the building. The poor building had seen better days, but to be fair the thing had been standing for more than 200 years. He had done his best to keep it looking nice enough for services, the priests sure appreciated his help. Even though he no longer lived there, the place was still important to him, so he would stop by often.

He turned his head to one of the stain glass windows and noticed that it was already night. “I should get home…” he thought as he closed his sketchbook. He pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his jacket and placed them on before heading for the door. Sure he looked ridiculous wearing sunglasses at night, but he’d rather be made fun of than have people judge him for his red eyes.

Just as he reached the door, Viktor heard a voice. He paused. A person? Here? Now? Why? But, wait. Something seemed off about the persons presence… Viktor couldn’t put his finger on it but something was off. “They are asking for help… go help them.” Viktor had a silent argument as he tried to coax himself outside to help the other. Human or not, he didn’t like dealing with others. He did eventually slowly open the door and looked around, only to see Atticus at the bottom of the stairs.