#threadnumberthree

To her the young man seemed more impulsive than anything, but it almost seemed like a natural reaction to everything that had happened to him in the past. So, deep inside of her she felt a little bit bad for the youngling. Of course she often had to listen to him slur mean words about her in a drunk stupor, but she just wrote it off as ‘he didn’t mean that’. After all, she was a vampire indeed, but she still did her service for the Nightbane. 

And that’s why she always tried to keep an eye on the leader, making sure he wouldn’t lose his head in some meaningless fight or just completely destroy his liver in one night. 

And this time was similar to the other times - she had found Yuchan slumped over on one of the couches, her sensitive nose catching up the smell of alcohol. With a sigh she retreated into the big kitchen, filling up a glass with water and walking back to the couch. Aesin eyed the male for a bit, then set down the glass on the table with a ‘thud’ loud enough to wake him. 

Then she reached into her pocket, pulling out a small object, showing it to him: In her hand was a ripped out vampire fang she had gotten a while ago. That vampire had rather long fangs, so she had decided to keep one for herself as it seemed like a curiosity to her.