[ âś– đť“™. ℬ𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴𝔀𝓸𝓸đť“; @kvistgaard ]
   — They had met at the library. Well, officially anyway. Julian had been watching Bok for nearly two weeks only to find out the redhead was an innocent. Still a monster, but an innocent nonetheless. He had been about to walk out of that library and not say a thing to the other boy when the redhead had approached him and asked if he needed any help. Luckily for the blond, he was charming enough to pull off the scramble of jarbled lies that ended in them discussing (with much animation and excitement) their favorite novels. That turned into the first friendship Julian had made since his sister's death— and now it would be exploited and used against him. Ketch not only found Julian but Bok as well and took the fledgling hostage to catch the former. Jules arrived at Bok's apartment that evening to find the door ajar and blood everywhere— obvious signs of a struggle. But the most chilling was the note knifed to the wall with a lock of tangled red hair informing the young hunter where to find his friend. 'You'll surrender if you want IT to live.'
That was just it though. Ketch wouldn't allow Bok to walk away unscathed let alone alive. Julian just hoped he could rescue the vampire and get him out before he was taken down. It would be one hell of a fight but he was sure he could manage it. He just knew HE wouldn't be walking away alongside his friend.
It took nearly four hours to locate and take down the number of demons needed for the fuel required to power his 'battery' long enough. And then he geared up and headed down to the docks.
It was a bloody MESS infiltrating the ship where Ketch and the other agents were playing headquarters. By the time the boy had reached the holding cells in the bowels of the ship he was drenched in blood and had polished off the canteen of demon blood he had brought with him. Exhaustion from blood loss was setting in and if he didn't find Ketch and Bok soon... he didn't want to think about what that would mean for the vampire or himself for that matter. Desperately throwing open one last door that led to yet another hallway— he heard screams. Canting his head, Julian listened. Ketch, talking low, uttering the nastiest of things to the vampire which made the blond's blood boil. He couldn't WAIT to puppet his old mentor around the ship like a demented marionette before making his heart burst beneath his sternum for what he was saying.
Creeping forward, he came around a short bend and immediately froze. There was a window at the end of the hall set into the wall of a room— and on the other side was Bok strung up to a St. Andrew's cross. Ketch stood in front of him, silver flashing in one hand, wood in the other. Julian's heart swelled into his throat in panic, fear that he'd never make it in time choking him. Inching down the hall, all he could pray was that the redhead didn't SEE him and make his presence known. 'I'm almost there, love. You're gonna be fine.' Julian sent the silent thought towards the vampire— just as Ketch shifted into Bok's personal space and took hold of the long rope of braid that made up his copper hair, wrapping it around his fist before he jerked his head back. "KETCH!" Julian howled, trembling with rage as he tore the rest of the way down the hall and slammed against the door, hand flying to the handle.
Bolted from inside. FUCK.
With an animalistic shriek, the blond took a step back and simultaneously reached for one of the blades strapped to his back as he brought one booted foot up and kicked just beneath the handle— which didn't budge a centimeter. Meanwhile, Ketch leaned in toward the vampire's ear, grinning like the true monster he was. "See how your little friend is outfitted? The weapons he carries? He's one of US. He LIED to you. He HUNTS your kind. KILLS them. You'll be next when he tires of playing with you." the man purred against Bok's ear, the silver blade lifting as he began hacking at the braid at the base of the redhead's neck.
