#vampire dispatch

The night itself was a heavy shroud, the sky an oppressive canvas of grey that swallowed the stars whole, promising an imminent downpour.

The air hung thick and humid, carrying the scent of impending rain.

His features, now covered with a mask from his unnatural ice after learning his first lesson with them.

It clung like a second skin, exhaling plumes of frigid vapor into the city's unseasonably warm air, a stark, visible contrast to the humid breath of the alleyways.

He arrived with the chilling precision of a predator, just as the shadowy figure were poised to siphon the very life essence from a cowering, terrified civilian.

Without a word, he unleashed a barrage of razor-sharp icy shrapnel that whistled through the oppressive air, tearing into one of their shoulders with a sickening crunch.

“I tend to keep my promises when I said I’d hunt you down..”

@frosted-hero

A necessary errand, is what he calls these occasions. In times of need, man does what man must do.

Night was the best time for these “errands”. Not so many people were out- so anything that would happen would go unnoticed until morning. Any screams hushed. Any sight blanketed by the dark of eventide.

The rain gave him a better advantage- he could almost feel it on its way, and had already noticed the murky grey clouds that sheltered the sky. The rain would wash away sound, sight.. would shield him from detection. Truly, the night was the best time for these “hunts” of his.

He loomed over the fool, who wandered around aimlessly so late, watching blood roll down its marred face. They froze in the face of harm, so how is he to blame for their poor self defense?

As soon as he began to reach for their skin, he felt something seem to punch his shoulder. He froze for a moment- feeling something shatter at the punch- akin to an ice pack… before feeling heat spread. Burning, like having hot iron press against your skin.

He pressed his hand against his shoulder, feeling warm ichor soak his hand. He turned- eyes glaring into the night.

“.. Couldn’t wait, huh?”

He hissed through gritted teeth, taking a moment with identifying the individual.. but he was able to put a name to the voice and that power.

How could he forget?

What the hell? He is NOT my brother, future or not. But fine, I don't get why you want me to draw him.

Hold on this drawing is missing something....

He was late. How rude. He made this arrangement, and yet couldn’t even make it on time? Sure, the time range was a bit open, broad, but it had been some time since that time range had closed.

Speak of the devil.

With a clang, V.Vampire tugged himself onto the ledge of the shorter, broken billboard. He looked to be in a bad mood, swiping off dirt from his sleeves with far more annoyance than necessary or expected. Narrowed eyes lifted to look at Frostbite, though it was obvious his anger wasn’t targeted at him specifically.

He sighed, gaze flickering to the buildings around them before landing back on the other man, watching snowfall land around him gracefully.

“.. Sorry for the wait. Got held up with something.”

He mumbled, irritation lining across his gruff voice. Turns out he should’ve done his little check earlier- things, as he expected, turned out to go not so well. And- obviously, it was taking a toll on his.. everything.

The powers from earlier had obviously ran out- the two extra pairs of eyelids that rested on Beckett’s face now gone.

He hardly expected them to show at all. It wasn’t like he could trust their word. However, he waited for them. A leg dangled down elegantly from the metal grate as snow covered the ground, having accumulated with the passage of time. The other leg found its use as an arm rest for an arm that held wine in its grasp. The remaining hand carefully cradling a book, several chapters in, frost settling on the cover.

His eyes flicked over to them, bringing the wine to his lips to take the rest of the crimson liquid before setting it down, his hands coming to materialize the mask. He wasn’t going to lie and say he trusted them. He didn’t. At all.

.. Or Robert’s.

Or.. anyone on the Z-team.