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The sounds of something eating caught the attention of the hybrid... Well that, and the sharp scent of blood rushing against his senses. He knew he should make better decisions and maybe not go investigate, but the blood didn’t smell like animal blood, so his instincts lead him to follow it. Now, Michael had a strong stomach, and was accustomed to gruesome sights, but this was something else entirely. 

                Brows curved inwards in a agitated expression.                    Fingers pressed against temple.                   Voice brushing across his ears, but he couldn’t concentrate on it.                   All He could hear, was the staticy whisper, coaxing him to come.                   Penetrating his visions with crimson flashes of Death.

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Malkavian Whispers

Something about the way the stranger spoke those words made Braig shudder. Or, maybe it was the words themselves - Or the stranger himself, perhaps. He definitely left Braig with an ominous sense of dread, one that seemed to be shared by the Force itself. Whatever this person was, it wasn’t good. 

               "Little late to be messing around in a bone yard. Lemme guess? You can handle yourself, right? Psh, heard that one before."

          sarah huffs a sigh of relief when he confirms that he is, in fact, still alive. there were still a lot of problems here, number one being the WOODEN STAKE ( ? ) impaled in ash’s chest. then there was the possibility of whoever attacked him coming back. if they did---- and where she came from, they always did---- there wasn’t anything sarah could do to stop them. there was already fear ricocheting around in her chest when he moved to pull out the stake.