#luke threads

luke: are you good? wanna meet up later?

"Oh, the night smells young." Luke chirped, the words almost coming out in a melody. "And it tastes like blood," his head tipped to the side. There was a quick spark in his gaze, a flash of playfulness before he prowled towards them. They'd been doing this cat and mouse thing for too long. He couldn't stand it much longer. He didn't want to. If they left now, he was going after them. The vampire enjoyed a game as much as the next person, more than they did, really, but this one had run its course. "I will hunt you down," he vowed quietly as he took hold of their chin and forced their gaze to his. "And will destroy this town, so lock your window and watch your door,"

"Whatcha doing here, my love? I didn't recognize your face." It was a lie, of course. Luke had been all too aware the second they'd walked into his club. He said it witch such ease though, light glinting off of his fangs while he smiled, that it was almost believable. He was good at that. He performed well. Seeing them may have struck him, but he looked as relaxed as ever. "It has to be a thousand days since you ran away."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. It's only-" Luke paused to push his meal from his lap, the nearly drained body hitting the floor with a dull thud. They'd be dead in the next few minutes, maybe seconds. "It's only a bit of blood." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose when they didn't calm down. "You wouldn't let me feed from you. What do you expect me to do?"