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—Lurking near the church was dangerous. Damien knew. For a single drop of holy water would burn his pale skin and leave a ghastly mark. But this was the place where the most vulnerable people were, thinking they were always protected by God, and that no one would harm them. Damien existed to contradict the Deity’s existence and all the “creations” he had made. He cursed the bible. Torn it apart, burned it, spat on it.

The humongous bronze bells started ringing, its clapper clanging harshly against its interior. He let out a soft wince at the painful sting he felt in his eardrums, though continued looking for easy prey nonetheless.

His bright red eyes cast upon a lone figure, a boy who ventured too close to the large oak tree Damien was leaning on. ❝ Hey, ❞ Damien called out softly, though it was like his voice was dripping with lethal venom. ❝ May I take a sip— ❞ He let out a loud screech as he grabbed the other’s wrist, surprised at the sudden burning feeling he felt on his hand. ❝Fuck! What the hell is this?! ❞ Damien looked down at his hand, the liquid acting like acid and scorching his palm, leaving a mark of an upside-down cross in its wake.

He did not need to see them to know that they were there, did not need to hear them to know that they were near. Baekhyun sensed the immortal’s presence from miles away, the lack of life in their aura apparent even from here. He tucks his hands into his pockets, gaze trained ahead of him as he takes his time the desolate path. Most humans were afraid of the dark, or rather, were afraid to step foot outdoors once the sun has set. He blames the media for the way society has turned out however, their manipulative marketing skills have no control over him whatsoever. 

Baekhyun stops when he is spoken to, thoughts overruled by the feeble tone that chimes in his ears and snares his attention. It was the vampire he sensed earlier, and although he harbors great hatred toward any of their kind ( including himself ), his composure remains intact and he allows for the other to speak as they please. That was a mistake, for he had been grabbed in the spur of the moment. His eyes stray toward the hand encompassing his wrist, but before he’d done anything, the bracelet he’s wearing serves as a repellent against vampires, and to the other’s dismay, they have been harmed by it. 

“Then stop spraying me with water!” She hissed, using the pillow as a cover while simultaneously hitting her with it. She doesn’t know what she did to deserve this kind of treatment. All she did was bring two pillows and a blanket in class to catch up on some sleep and- Oh. Was that not allowed? “I’ll stop when you do!”

Looking up from the book in front of her, she smiled at the sight of the mop of brunette hair. Not breaking the silence just yet, she put down her pen and turned her attention to the younger one. “Hey, Ella~” Her voice was filled with affection as she wrapped her arms around her. 

Aristocratic features couldn’t help but form a grimace as fingertips pressed daintily against the torn linen of his shirt stained crimson. “This? It’s nothing much. I’ve had worse.” Of course, that worse was merely a little owwie, barely more serious than the laceration marring his skin now, received in some sword training with his father at a young age. Auster had never seen the typically docile Queen so enraged before in his life and feared he’d be forced to take over far too early after she murdered his father and was locked up in the dungeon for it. Putting on one of his famous the-devil-may-care-but-Auster-does-not grins, he chirped, “Besides, I hear people totally dig scars!”

[ voicemail to : kyles ]

Kylie, I know you’re mad at me but—please, just pick up the phone, I need to talk to you.

It’s Oliver… again. Look, I’m sorry for what happened at the bar. I’m sorry for not giving you the answer you wanted, but I can explain if you let me—it’s not that I don’t care about you… hell, Kylie, I already talked to you about how I feel, why are you doubting that?

Hey… I really just wanted to talk so we can be good again. I didn’t do that to hurt you, or make you hate me—I was mad because… Damn, Kylie, I was jealous. I was jealous because you’ve been spotted with someone else. Not because I don’t trust you or don’t believe that you guys might be friends—it was just simple jealousy, one of those we feel when we want to be the ones with someone we care, doing nice things together, instead of seeing someone doing that in our place.

Ok, Kyles, it’s been four days and I haven’t heard from you. I will just assume you don’t wanna see me anymore. But I do miss you… a lot. And I really hoped you let me tell my side of this. Anyways, I shall leave you alone for a while.

( ; leaves the last voice message and ends the call, holding his phone on his hand and crossing his arms over the table. oliver was in the library, trying to get some of his paperwork done, but failing miserably. he didn’t mean the last message—he knows he won’t be able to leave her alone, not before trying to see her one more time ) – ( ; the only thing holding him back was his pride. it was enough hurt with all those last four days of voicemails, but he knew that wasn’t being enough. he needed to swallow his whole pride for her if he wanted her to give him another shot after explaining himself ) – ( ; checks on his phone again )

( ; he leaves the car, closing the door and activating its alarm before walking down the sidewalk towards the house’s door ) – ( ; has a bouquet in his hand, though he thought that was too much and maybe unacceptable—he isn’t even sure if she likes flowers ) – ( ; hides it on his back as knocks on the door with his free hand, chewing the inside of his cheek nervously )