#thread.rosalin

Bez was well aware of there being some kind of creeper crawler out there with a thirst for blood and an eagerness for killing. Of course, Vampire seemed unlikely and even laughable, but they’d heard the rumours. Believing in ghosts was one thing - and Bez did believe in ghosts. But Vampires? No, that was gothic crap. Not at all in the list of questionable beliefs their grandmother had settled them up with. 

Now, with Vampires, there were also the rumours of those hunting them. And Bez already had plenty of issues with people chasing the same killer as they were - and those trying to stop them - that hearing of new people in the game filled them with irritation. Sometimes they missed the kid they had been, who would rejoice in getting some help. But they didn’t need people bull-shitting about Vampires and other creatures of the night. 

When they managed to corner the supposed Vampire hunter, it was past the end time of their shift, they were hungry, and in a foul mood. It was a miracle they even managed a kind smile. “Rosalin Helladious?”