On the Hunt

"How about some juicy romance?" Bambi suggested, smiling. "There’s gotta be at least one good story there." Sure, it wasn’t really a conversation that people had with people they just had a wild sex romp with, but it didn’t matter.

"Romance?" Matt asked, his eyebrows raising a bit in surprise, and a little in embarrassment. He draped an arm around her as she pulled closer, finding the warmth of her skin foreign and bizarre. He'd had a lot of relationships, so it was difficult to pick just one. "Really? Just one? I can't choose. They're all important."

"You almost sounded like a real teenager there, y’know that?" Bambi replied, smiling. "But I don’t think you wanna hear about it. Boring story."

"I dunno about that. I got a lot of stories, but I don't think that many of them are actually any food, " Matt replied with aslight shrug. Her question was a little vague, considering how many experiences he's had. "What do ya wanna know?"

"M’sure that Leon is having a little bitch fit out there," Bambi said, knowing that they were obviously loud enough for the other vampire of the apartment to hear. He never seemed to really like her…probably was because of their wonderful first encounter. Nothing was friendlier than ripping a bayonet out of someone’s chest.

"He can have as many bitch fits as he wants. I put up with his sex noises all the time," Matt smirked back at her. He knew that her relationship to Leon was always a bit rocky, and he understood that. They didn't exactly see eye to eye back then either. 

In the Past | Bambi + Matt

Matt had to laugh at that comment. He was usually pretty reserved, but when he had sex, he felt completely at ease letting loose. She was pretty loud about it, too, and he was beyond feeling awkward about sex. After over two thousand years, getting embarrassed about that sort of thing was just silly. He let her keep her distance from him, and he just layed on his side, head propped up in his hand as he watched her breathe. 

I dunno. Wanna check?

I dunno...

Because I needed to practice. I don’t really change much anymore! Just that one boy look.

You...you got everything?

I know, right? I look totally cute!

Why though?

What’s up?

W-what?

Watching the wolf crumple to the floor, Leon frowned. This wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want Marcus to sit on the floor, taking a moment to breathe while he bled out. He wanted him out of the apartment like he was promised.

Marcus' eyes looked away from Leon, and he barely reacted when he was nudged. He stared straight into oblivion, his mind only focusing on the pain he was feeling. He knew he had to get up. That it was urgent he got out of here. But for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why. The nudges and snaps did nothing to motivate him. Why was he even hurt? Why was he there on the floor in the first place? Why was he being yelled at?

Leon raised an eyebrow at the fact that the wolf was reversing his partial turn. It definitely put the vampire at an advantage again, even if there wasn’t a stake shoved into the wolf’s belly.

Marcus pressed himself flat against the wall when Leon approached. He was unsure of what the man would do, and he was afraid he would hurt him, push the stake in further, or do something else. He was sure Leon was going to kill him. Maybe he really was a monster, and maybe he would never be better. And Marcus had accepted that. So, of course he would be terrified. 

The moment he saw the blood drip from Marcus’s mouth, Leon found himself hungry again. It wasn’t like he had the luxury of being able to drink werewolf blood all too often lately, and it just dripping in front of him made it even worse. He couldn’t get close - he’d be bit. So there it was, just taunting him. And frankly, it pissed him off.

Marcus looked at Leon, eyes wide and spilling out tears. He started to hyperventilate looking down at the stake in his abdomen. It was burning through his organs. He could feel it. He'd never felt anything like it. He'd never felt pain like this, physical nor emotional. To know that his mate did this to him was too much to handle, and he wouldn't even set him free, no matter how much he begged. 

"Stupid? I’m stupid? I’m surviving.” As Marcus started to approach him, Leon adjusted his position. Just by how he already tried to bite him, the vampire knew that he’d definitely be trying again. He could fight the wolf, no problem. He could also just book it out of there - but that would be so boring. 

Marcus hit the wall again, readying himself to attack once more, until he felt a foreign object impale him, nailing him to the wall. At first, he didn't register how dangerous it was. He knew a regular impaling wouldn't kill him. He could just walk it off...but then, he felt the burn, the acid eating at his skin and his insides. It was just off-center, piercing through his stomach, and who knew what else. He coughed, blood spurting out of his mouth like vomit and dribbling down his lips. Leon was trying to kill him. He was really trying to kill him. 

To say that Leon expected Marcus to actually attempt to take his life was a lie. Reflexes kicking in in time, Leon quickly moved his neck out of the way of the bite. His hand met Marcus’s chest, to shove him as forcefully as he could in the direction of the wall. He wanted the wolf to know that he did wrong by actually trying to kill him. There was no way he was going to be nice about it, despite him having that ‘special connection’ with the other monster in front of him.

"You’d rather have me dead? Me? Your mate?” Leon said, mocking the pathetic connection the wolf had with him. To think that someone could be so permanently linked to someone else. It was pathetic. And Leon knew that it would be unlikely that Marcus actually went and killed him. No wolf would willingly do that to their mate, seeing that it would put them through that emotional pain. It was a pure joke that Marcus would even consider that as an option.

Marcus snarled. Leon had a point. Marcus knew that if he killed Leon, he wouldn't be able to handle the emotional turmoil. He'd be going against his biology. But, he had to be able to convince Leon that he could. Even if it was just a bluff. He didn't give warning, but he prayed that Leon would pull back. That he would get out of the way. Because, if he was going to make this convincing, he was going to have to go as close to Leon as he could. 

As a reflex, Leon flinched away from the other man when the teeth were bared. As threatening as the vampire could be, he was nothing compared to a bite from a werewolf. Only one and it was curtains for him. It was pretty damn embarrassing, but there wasn’t anything that he could realistically do about it. But he quickly returned to his threatening stance - sans his fangs, now, seeing how well that worked out - , staring the wolf down.

Marcus tried his best not to show how hurt he was about the last statement. It was worse than Leon not caring about him at all. To Leon, Marcus was a nuisance. Less than scum. Not worth anything. It hurt. It was one thing not to care. It was another thing to completely devalue him. He wanted his old Leon back. He wanted the man who loved him and thought the world of him. He wanted the man who comforted him as every bone in his body fractured itself every month. That Leon was human. This Leon was an animal. 

Leon wasn’t expecting the wolf to actually stand his ground, especially as he had previously backed away so quickly. He didn’t like it at all - being in control, the one with the upper hand, definitely was the way that he preferred it. When Marcus stood his ground against him, that feeling of power went away…just slightly. Leon knew that he could get it back if he wanted to.

Marcus didn't flinch. He knew how important it was to show that he wasn't afraid. He had to remain dominant in this conversation if he was going to win. It would do no good for him to show submission now. He bared his teeth in response, instead of fangs, a mouthful of razor wolf teeth. He snarled slightly, but he made no move to bite. If Leon was trying to show he was a killer, then Marc was just as much. But that didn't mean they were monsters. At least, Marcus liked to think they were better than that.