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Kyle looked around, his eyes white instead of their normal blue, his pupils pinpricks of black, darting around.

The vampire automatically let out a cry as though expecting pain when Dante picked him up, though his body was healed…mostly, and he didn’t feel any. Before this he’d never given any sign of when he was hurt, but now he was doing it preemptively. 

Gripping onto red leather he inhaled deeply before letting out another cry this one of exultation, joy and relief mixing together so powerfully he let out a sob as he buried his face in Dante’s neck.

          A vampire. Out of all of the demons he could be assigned to hunt, it had to be a vampire. Life suckers were some of the hardest devils he'd ever hunt, succubi and incubi being the absolute worst in his opinion. At least he wasn't hunting anything ending in 'cubi' today, so there was an upside to the mission, he supposed.

          How the hell was he going to track a vampire? He didn't get a whole lot of information anyway, just appearance, so this guy could really be anywhere. There were a lot of people who matched this guys description. What was he supposed to do? Pry their mouths open and check for fangs?

                              "You'll figure something out, Nero." he muttered to himself.