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Leaving behind his jacket as his muscles tensed in glorious expectation, Peter himself wouldāve been lying if heād said he wasnāt salivating at the moment. At the vampireās playful scolding, the werewolf chuckled, rolling his eyes. He was more relaxed now that a plan had been formed and they were unfolding it. Old habits died hard, especially with company such as was Roman who identified the darkness within the werewolf so long before.Ā
āI was thinking we run. Faster, stealthier⦠I get to show your old ass this teenager still got it,ā Peter snuck in playfully with a chuckle. Romanās silent eagerness and excitement was contagious. And for a bit, Peter could be himselfāeven if under false pretensesā¦
āEspecially Malia,ā Peter agreed.Ā āMy priority is Malia,ā he added, as a shadow of disgusting guilt creeped into his chest. All the macabre fantasies in his mind quieted at the name of his daughter being spoken, his plan changing from heinous torture to more orthodox killings.Ā āMeet you there, slowpoke,ā Peter teased, dashing off at full speed to the first address theyād agreed upon.
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Roman didnāt mention being a faster runner than most werewolves, knowing it would be proven in moments, and instead grinned at Peter; waiting to give the wolf a long head start.
It had been far too long since theyād done this. In fact, Roman could barely remember the last time he and Peter had gone all out- years perhaps, maybe back in the beginning when Roman had first returned to Beacon Hills and Peter had gotten into a tizzy over the bad way Roman had gotten. The vampire had no concept of home, not really, nor family, but if he did he might have considered Peter a part of it certainly. Joshua and Olivia, of course, but Joshua was never around and Oliviaās scathing remarks often had Roman second guessing if she was joking or not.
With Peter though, Roman always knew the asshole didnāt really mean it. Just like Pete knew Roman didnāt.
After waiting enough time, Roman summoned up all the vampric speed his kind were known for, and in a flash had caught Peter up. With a wink, he passed the wolf and leapt up onto the roof of the house.
Like something from Hereditary, Roman crawled over the roof silently and peeked down through the window light shone through, and flashed his friend a smile- sharp and crooked through the night- before entering. Thank g-d the invitation entering was a myth.
Once inside, Roman stood watching the hunter making himself dinner and leaned his hip on the counter top awaiting being noticed. Just when Roman was about to alert the man, if only so Peter didnāt get bored outside and ruin Romanās fun, the hunter turned and let out a startled yell.
āEiā up, Rich. Did yāknow youāve locked the dog out? Thaās not fair.ā Roman pouted.
Richard, or Rich has Roman recalled his friends called him, gripped the counter behind him, staring wide eyed at the vampire suddenly in his home.Ā āDog? I-I donāt have a dog.ā
The vampire sighed, moved over to the kitchenās back door, and opened it. He gestured to the blackness outside.Ā āWell, whoās this then?ā














