#noahking

He wasn’t planning on hunting tonight. Not as he stepped out of the bar for some fresh air; an extremely drunk, extremely older woman had taken quite the liking towards Henry and he had excused himself for a cigarette. He didn’t smoke, but she didn’t need to know that. 

The hunter was wandering around the bar, enjoying the night, the crisp air. He was in the back parking lot when he heard something rustling in the dumpster. A raccoon, he thought at first, but then heard a small moan. A human moan. A sudden panic shot through him as he raced towards the garbage, to see a man laying on black bags, hardly conscious, clenching the side of his neck. Just then, as if beckoning, he saw a blur dart into the forest.

God damn it, he’d had like four drinks at this point in the night, while he wasn’t drunk, he was feeling a little too good for this shit. Whatever. Maybe it would be fun. Henry took off into the forest, trying to track the broken branches and disturbed leaves as fast as a tipsy hunter could. It’s not like the vampire was exactly trying to be stealthy. It was hard when you fled that fast.

He ended up in a field because he lost track of the vampire. The fiend knew he was following, that’s why it lured him here. He waited. And a women appeared before him. “Nosy little guy, aren’t--” She didn’t have time to finish before Henry drew his revolver from behind him, and shot, two shots, straight at her chest. On would be a lead bullet, but the other would be wooden.

The vampire crumpled to her knees, hands clenching at her chest while she gasped for air--or something. Henry picked up a fallen tree branch for a good-enough wooden stake. He knelt before the vampire and grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pulled her head back to expose her chest and neck. She looked at him with hatred in her eyes, the only sounds from her throat was an occasional chortle. “Rest,” he whispered, driving the branch into the bullet wounds he’d created until she stop screeching and writhing. 

“Well, I guess the only way to find out is to either stick around long enough for sunlight or look at my eyes and see if they look like I’m wearing contact lens.” [ noah--king ]

The brunette listened to his words, and as such, a sly smile danced across her lips. Syvia neared this young man, whose words both sparked an interest and thrill in her. Upon being inches from his facial features, she fixated her hazel hues on his far darker one’s. One could wonder what it was she was doing, or saying by doing these actions,  but then she nodded her head, allowing for the ghost of a smile to reappear and said, “I can’t tell shit... So, I guess I’ll just have to stick around long enough for the sunlight to come up.” Such would be a while before occurring, but nevertheless, she could care two fucks less. 

The young woman loved the soft kisses of chaos, and she, perhaps, would get such thrill tonight but for one to figure, they’d have to take a chance. While his name was unbeknownst and everything in the core of her membrane tingled to not follow in suit with her plan to come to fruition, Syvia pressed such careful thoughts completely out of her head.