It was late and Tally was on the floor of the shack, eating his meat and making more stakes, just in case any vampire fuckers came back. He had cooled down after the fight, taken some magic mushroom tea, lost himself in the woods for two days and came back calmer, happier and somewhat more manic. Just hearing a vampire talk about his blood repulsed him to his very core.
He sniffed the air suddenly and the smell was off. It was like -- old times. He scrambled onto his knees and sniffed the air again, prowling over to the window with a low growl in his throat. No, it couldn't be. He pulled some newspaper frown and looked out - and there the fucker was. Kian.
Without warning, Tally punched his hand through the window without any self control, trying to reach through it and slash at Kian, practically barking at him.
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It was late and Tally was on the floor of the shack, eating his meat and making more stakes, just in case any vampire fuckers came back. He had cooled down after the fight, taken some magic mushroom tea, lost himself in the woods for two days and came back calmer, happier and somewhat more manic. Just hearing a vampire talk about his blood repulsed him to his very core.
He sniffed the air suddenly and the smell was off. It was like -- old times. He scrambled onto his knees and sniffed the air again, prowling over to the window with a low growl in his throat. No, it couldn't be. He pulled some newspaper frown and looked out - and there the fucker was. Kian.
Without warning, Tally punched his hand through the window without any self control, trying to reach through it and slash at Kian, practically barking at him.