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The heretic let his head roll on the pillow under it, turning to glance at the woman that lied beside him. It would have been instantly obvious that he had something on his mind, the way his eyes shone at her. Thoughts gleaming. No more than a moment had passed before his lips parted; mind spilling out onto the silk case of the pillow they shared. “Do you still hate me for what I did to my family?” he asked, a solemn resolve taking hold of his features -- stealing away at his usual light and animation. But it was not pain in his voice or eyes. It was something warmer, like he had come to some unspoken terms. 

A provocative whistle echoed through the abandoned karaoke bar. “Did you get a haircut?” the heretic mused thoughtfully, an almost mocking tone to his slowly enunciated words. His head is lying on his shoulder -- a favored way to lounge, despite having so little options. “I feel like I just saw you yesterday.. yet my stomach is twisting up something fierce.” His eyes fill with blood as they bear into her own, a fanged smile accompanying his lips. A laugh escapes them. “Do vampires get hungry, or thirsty?  I just can’t seem to keep that straight.”

Town square, like she had said. It was hard not to take in the image of her form and the way it already resembled a ghost. He’d made his approach quickly, quietly, coming up on her side. His hand snaked down her wrist, taking hers and lacing their fingers together. There was so much that he wanted from this moment, but he was afraid. For the first time in a very, very long time, he was afraid of what the night would bring. All he knew for sure was that she was scared, too, and that, despite her choice from before, she had chosen him to comfort her. Anything beyond that, the potential begging, bargaining, and threats, even -- they weren’t on his mind any longer. They had long since quieted. This was her choice.

There was something similar about this situation. That alone prompted the heretic to start to stir with a scowl on his face. It was one thing when he was the one to put himself down for the count, but he had had it up to here with being killed, poisoned, drugged, and knocked out by other people. Especially when he was having such a lovely time with his.. whatever she was. Fuck buddy, as some would had come to refer to her as. The lights of the room irritated the eyes behind closed lids, and Kai’s peeking out slowly to what might be waiting for him. It was when he didn’t recognize his surroundings that his body attempted to stir -- and he couldn’t move. Typical. He was strapped down on his back on something hard and, when shifting some to feel the surface, cold. This was looking less promising the more information he took in. This wasn’t the work of Bonnie, though he had initially thought it might’ve been, seeing as he was down for the count before he could witness her own fall. It was when the sound of her familiar heartbeat grabbed his attention that he turned the other way, seeing her in a similar situation. The tugging at his binds repeated, and he felt every muscle in his body begin to tense. “Bonnie?” he called out to her softly, brow tight with what could be perceived as worry. If she could just let him know she was okay. Everything else could be sorted out later.

Lila: Just please tell me you're okay.

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