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         FORM     OF     FEMALE     MORPHED     FROM     THE     BLOOD     OF    HIS     RECENT     KILLS     ;       slithering      beneath     his     feet      ,     pooling     together      &      building      the      figure      of      A      GODDESS    !     her      sighs     of      love     &      moans      of      utter      PLEASURE      filled     the     air      that     now     ran      WARM    ,      like     the     womb     that      bore     evil     itself      .    red     stained      hands      traced     her     hips     in     a     motion     as      SMOOTH     as      velvet .     ‘    ooooh   ,    ‘       her     words     purred    ,     eyes      of      empty      now      staring     ,    fondly   ,     ‘    how      i’ve      MISSED  the     presence     of      a      man     ...    ‘

           FEAR     WAS     SOMETHING     NEARLY      FOREIGN     /      a     position     set      to     hunt      &      kill      creatures      such       as       LYCANS       comes      with       the      numbness       .        ADRENALINE      NO      LONGER      PUMPED      .       this      wasn’t      new       ,      the      death      dealer       has       seen      it      all      .      GUNS      LOADED     ,      her     presence      was      that      of       a      raging      storm     :      locked      &     set      to      kill      .       weapons       stained      in       blood       aimed      VIOLENTLY      in      her      sensed      direction      (    there     was      someone     here    .   )      ‘     DROP     IT    .    ‘      a       warning      -----      OR     THREAT      .       drop      the      weapon      or      the       hunter      will      not      hesitate     !

“    there are some very interesting books kept here in this library.  makes for some...  enlightening reading.    ”    alucard observed lightly,  perched atop the book shelf of the library as if that was how they were made to be used.  dropping down with an almost super human grace alucard handed the book to his coworker with a knowing smile.  they were both in search of the same thing,  answers veiled in secrets and with the understanding they now shared adrian felt like,  for the first time,  he was finally making progress in the search for his mother’s murderer.

         @steazori​ said:  ❝ the potatoes are runny. ❞

         THEY WERE. They absolutely were. He had to be honest, it was not what he was used to, compared to the food that you’d find in the castle, or that his mother would cook him, but he wasn’t even sure what to expect from an inn that served some, his expectation already set incredibly low.

         ❛❛  I am not blind —— and stop shaking the table. You’re going to make it spill from the plates, and then we’ll have no potatoes, at all.  ❜❜

         IT WAS ALSO pretty much all they served when it came to food, ale being the only other beverage sold inside. Meat was probably too expensive to have, and would go bad soon anyway if no one would eat it, but potatoes were staple food. Easy enough to come by, even now, though getting them correctedly mashed with the right amount of milk and fat proved to be difficult however. At least having a spoon in this situation helped, a lot. It was basically soup at this point. Starchy soup.

         ❛❛  Are you claiming you can do better?  ❜❜

But sometimes his privacy had to be sacrificed when someone required more serious care. Adrian often cared for his patients out of his home, they all seemed to find the old church building reassuring, no doubt taking comfort in religion. And so Adrian wasn’t all that surprised to be awoken by a furious knocking at his door.  Dressing quickly Adrian rushed to the door and threw it open and the first thing to hit him was the smell of blood.  His eyes dilated in the moonlight and pressed his tongue to the inside of his teeth to steady himself.  It was not as if he was about to lose control of himself any more than if he would in the presence of a freshly cooked meal,  and he was accustomed to working with blood by now.  It was just another part of his work. 

“    You're injured...  Come in,  please tell me what happened.    ”    He simply assumed anyone who came to his home knew he was the doctor in the area,  so he didn’t bother with formalities or introductions.