#lastofatrinity

Andrew was completely unaware of what his cousin was about to do to make him stop, he was too focused on his anger. His hate. But mostly on how badly he wanted to get back at everyone who had ever done him wrong, anyone who made him feel insignificant and lower than he was. He was stronger than this- than all of this.

[ trips to wal-mart aren’t all that infrequent for andrew. the fledgeling vampire is still working on making his kills clean and his clothes often end up stained with blood that can’t be scrubbed out. tonight is his first night in a new city, so he might as well start fresh with some new clothes. it’s just a couple of t-shirts -- some with star wars designs on them because it’s all the rage right now -- and an extra hoodie, since he keeps accidentally getting his sleeves dirty. they’re nothing special, but it’s nice to have something new when you spend all your time living in abandoned houses and drinking stolen blood. the money he’s using to buy them as he stands at the counter and pointedly avoids eye contact with the cashier is also stolen, just a wad of cash he’d swiped from the pocket of his last kill. holding his camera and waiting silently  for the woman behind the counter to finish slowly scanning each article of clothing, he wishes that the self-checkout lane was open this late. ]