#krulbred

‘ you have the big luck that i won’t slaughter you in place, bloodsucker. otherwise, your little boyfriend would slaughter me instead— if he can succeed, that is. ’

the vampire’s concern was mildly unwelcome, something unused to, something he didn’t think he’d like to get used to — but he came to rest against mikaela’s shoulder regardless. his legs felt heavier, his arms refused to move & instead swayed battered, bruised against his side; their display of mottled blues & purples matching those beginning to blossom across his features. his vision blurred at the edges, things & people alike both shifting into, then out of focus. bodies littered this recent battleground, some already passed & some still calling out in garbled voices but there was little to be done anymore.

hiding behind a lock of dishevelled hair lay a set of deep puncture wounds at this throat. at his wrist were lasting marks of restraint from chain rubbed raw at his flesh. he would say this would be the one & only time he’d play decoy for the squad, but if it meant they’d be given another chance to succeed, he’d probably go through this all over again in a heartbeat.

& if the scent of lingering, drying blood bothered the vampire by his side, he couldn’t care less,    ❛    i’ll be fine, just keep walking.    ❜    if it was just the beating he’d be able to do more for himself but blood loss brought about a lightheaded daze; he could feel sharp twinges deep within his bones that showed signs of being broken, his lungs ached with chest bruising & exertion laced together. somewhere in his clouded thoughts there bubbled an intense anger at his comrades, but that anger didn’t reach his voice & instead his tone was more matter of fact when he spoke.

❛    you shouldn’t have come back for me, that was the whole point. i bet that idiot YUU had something to do with this.    ❜