✞ 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 ✞

Slow steps approached the end of the hall, nearing the door to her boyfriend’s shared apartment. Before she needed to be careful about being seen, normal people would not understand the state her outfit was in at that moment. Large spots of deep red blood all over her top and shorts, some on her arms and little splatters on her face. The only thing she had to cover herself was a jacket she had brought along, everything else was already safely at Leon’s place.

She carefully closed the door behind herself, already sensing the male next to her, close in proximity to her. He normally didn’t use his enhanced vampire skills around her but she was used to the times when he couldn’t help himself. Her chin lifted and she met his glowing umber eyes. “I got a cut on my lip. One of our targets blew himself up and obviously I stood a little too close…”

Whoever would know about his secret would call her crazy for being with him especially in a state like this. The blood was probably messing with his senses and Halla knew that. Placing a hand on Leon’s chest as she was about to walk past him. “The blood must be irritating you, sorry. Let me get changed.” The woman made her way through the well known apartment, walking straight into his bedroom where she had left a spare outfit and taking off the blood stained clothes clinging to her body.

outskirts of seoul.

the hunt that night had not been as promising as the slayer had hoped. there was no thrill, no demon to sacrifice, no innocent to rescue. the half demons he'd been tracking seemed to have disappeared from their downtown whereabouts, most likely relocating elsewhere as to avoid another confrontation from leon. this wasn't the sort of information he wanted to relay to the police force, who were relying on him to rid the supernatural, but he had no choice. he decided it was better to deal with their disappointment the following day rather that same night, and in truth he was missing his girlfriend.

upon his arrival at his apartment, he already sensed halla's absence. it was a rarity for him to finish his hunts before her, typically completing his tasks by three in the morning. a scowl took shape upon his plump lips as he entered the emptiness of the apartment, stripping himself of his weaponry and storing it away. despite her impressive skills in combat, leon still worried for her safety. and he couldn't resist thinking the absolute worst when it was that vulnerable time of night.

[ text : halla ] i just reached my apartment and you're not here.

[ text : halla ] i can't recall the last time when i did the waiting.

[ text : halla ] be safe, my darling. xx.

the pad of his thumb hovered over the 'send' button briefly; however, before he had the chance to press it, he heard a sudden sound from outside the hall and the strong scent of fresh blood traveled to his nostrils. he recognized halla's aura, but the blood?—that wasn't hers.

"halla—" with his enhanced abilities he was already by her side, his brows raised in concern, "when i said red was your colour, i didn't mean this—are you alright?" the scent of blood was empowering to the slayer, and though it wasn't hers, it was still tempting to feed from her right there.

Text: Psychic powers do travel down family bloodlines from what know. It wouldn’t be surprising if you are attuned to things most aren’t. Exactly what is going on in these nightmares? Do you remember enough to describe beyond a feeling? I don’t know too much but I could do some research. I have some resources not generally available. You may also have gone at an inopportune time. Maybe another trip would be good. I’ll send someone with that will be of useful service.