ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ғɪɢʜᴛ sᴏɴɢ

no response comes from the greeting, the only sound that comes from his side of the line is the quiet hum of the air conditioner, odd for someone who had placed the call himself. on the other line, sol’s fighting with himself, thumb hovering over the end button call, looking ever so enticing.

it’s late, the very reason he didn’t wake his sisters up, the very reason he feels guilty for calling in the first place. but he’s already in too deep, he can’t just hang up now.

Now she was on the other end. It felt unusual but not wrong per say. She wasn't sure if she should be relieved she wasn't the one needing comfort for once. "I get it, trust me, I get it." She fiddled with the cord, it curled around her fingers much like the messy red ringlets of hair that framed her face.

If only he could see her now.

God, she was lucky the call didn't awake her household. "Do you want me to come over? Or do you want to come here or--" Her voice trailed off as she racked her brain for potential hangout spots at such an hour. There weren't many. The mall was closed as were most restaurants aside from a few fast food and diners. The library? Out of the question. The parks might be okay.

Sotenbori was quite the sight; so many flashing neon lights, bars and night clubs, so much color was to be seen and admired. She could practically feel the seedy atmosphere of the city and the crowds were so big it was easy to get lost in.

The narrow roads and sidewalks were something she had trouble getting used to, having been raised in an area with much more space. It was like being packed into a sardine can.

Which made it troublesome to pursue her enemy. Try as she might to avoid bumping people, it wasn't entirely avoidable. "Sorry, sorry." Her apologies were met with offended looks and disapproving murmurs but she had little time to stick around and make amends.

She was in an alley, a very tight one at that. The tall stern faced vampire contorted his features in a furious look which was only accentuated by his sharp cheekbones, his sunken in eyes and the long sharp fangs.

Instinctively she went for the stake she had been carrying around a pouch on her leg. The vampire moved at near inhuman speed and she barely avoided getting hit. He hissed at her and she splashed a small canteen of holy water at him, smoke fumed from his skin as he was burned.

Lunging towards her, he bared his claw-like nails and his fangs and the two struggled, knocking over garbage cans and making enough noise that it attracted someone from the club. Dawn began to break and the creature fled into the dwindling shadows.

Her head turned towards the man, he was quite tall and he wore an eye patch and a rather expensive looking suit. She could only assume he must be the owner of the club.

The one eyed man seemed genuinely concerned. A small laugh escaped her at the idea of a couple of tanuki knocking some garbage cans over. "I'll be fine, I'm not hurt."

The vampire was long gone and knowing how quick they travelled, he was most likely too far to go after now. "I think he's pretty far gone now." She hated to see regular people (even 'odd' ones like this guy) get involved with the monsters she fought almost daily. It felt unfair as they often didn't know what they were up against until it was too late.

She snorted softly. "Gee, thanks. I'll keep that in mind." Angela wasn't above having alcohol but this wasn't one of those times, that was saved for parties when she felt like staying out too late for reasons that didn't involve monsters.

An oolong tea however did sound nice. So she went inside and hand-waved the waiter and his concern at the door. She didn't blame the guy, she was under aged after all. "Majima sent me, I'm just here for tea then I'll be on my way, promise."

Or maybe they wouldn't care. It wasn't like Sotenbori was known for being the most respectable district. Her hands wrapped around the hot cup of tea and she stared into it momentarily, lost in thought as she watched the steam rise. It was Majima's ramblings that broke her out of her daze.

How the hell was she going to explain what happened? Sure, the guy seemed a little screw loose but even he might be doubtful of her outlandish story. "Gee, thanks." She took a sip and it burnt her tongue. Still too hot apparently.

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the prompts are being sent for . you can add + reverse to swap roles .

👕 Blood seeps through receiver's shirt from a fresh stab wound.

🗡️ Press a bladed weapon into the receiver’s side.

🤕 Peel back the receiver’s bandage to reveal the infected wound underneath.

💉 Inject a painkiller into the receiver’s arm.

🏹 Yank an arrow out of the receiver’s shoulder with a swift pull.

🪢 Wrap a makeshift tourniquet around the receiver’s thigh.

🔥 Cauterize the receiver’s wound with a hot blade.

🩸 Smear the receiver’s blood across their cheek.

🦴 Snap the receiver’s dislocated shoulder back into place.

🪡 Carefully stitch the receiver's wound with steady hands.

🔫 Press the barrel of a gun against the receiver’s fresh bullet wound.

😴 Carry the unconscious receiver somewhere safe after a brutal fight.

🫳 Trace fingers along the receiver’s old scars.

💥 Slam the receiver into the ground hard enough to crack a rib.

🔪 Drag the tip of a knife slowly across the receiver’s forearm.

🩹 Apply pressure to the deep slash on the receiver’s abdomen.

🦵 Kick the receiver while they’re down.

🫦 Wipe blood from the receiver’s split lip with a rough thumb.

🔄 Twist the knife embedded in the receiver’s shoulder.

🧑‍⚕️ Lay the receiver on a operating table under harsh light.

🪏 Dig fingers into the receiver’s wound to retrieve a bullet fragment.

✂️ Clean and cut dried blood from the receiver’s matted hair.

👊 Punch the receiver to give them a black eye.

🧊 Hold ice against the receiver’s swollen face until it numbs.

"STARDUST. It's just around the corner--" Kazuki answers, deciding that deviating away from the whys and the hows of how either of them had come to be precisely there at that moment in time was for the best. He didn't particularly feel the need to mention than he was the owner of it - he'd prefer to remain casual in conversation.

❝Ninety-nine bottles of blood on the wall, ninety-ni-- hic-- bottles of blood--❞

A blood-drunken Lestat makes his way down the sidewalk, security and manager no where to be seen, he's just vibing. Beep bopping along without a care in the world, like he isn't a famous rockstar, like it's perfectly normal for him to waltz through this town like he owns it. Marching to the beat of his own drum.

❝Take one down, pass it around--❞

His slurred singing comes to a stop. He senses… someone… close by…

❝Alright, show yourself--❞ Lestat demands, stopping in his tracks, stomping one foot on the ground before spinning around, checking his surroundings. He sees no one. But he can feel them nearby. Smell them, even. They're human. Fresh blood.

❝If you don't show yourself now, you won't like what happens when I find you.❞

And speaking of...there he was.

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