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“I’ve been thinking about how long it’s been since we’ve had a town wide culling. The streets are getting far too crowded for my liking. Oh and there’s too many wolves busting out of their fur. It couldn’t hurt to put them through a natural selection experiment, egg them on a little, put them out of their misery. I’d be doing the world a favor.”
“Makes one of us then.”
“I’ll remember that next time you’re questioning why you have an actual tab to pay off.”
“Lucky me. The difference being I expect to see those dead people. Nothing ever really fazes you, does it?”
“Oh but it’s so much more interesting when its unexpected, isn’t it? Everyone get’s all.. well, you know. No, should it?”
“If you have anything to say about whatever the fuck people are seeing, save it.”
“Cross my heart, you won’t hear a peep from me about it. You look like you’re about to hulk out, Shaw.”
“That was a really bad idea. You’re going to end up regretting that.”
“--- This just got infinitely more interesting.”
Heavy rain lashed against the sliding doors of the hospital lobby as Lee gritted her teeth, trying desperately to help the nursing staff keep the epileptic young woman prone on the gurney. But she howled, fur tearing through skin on her arm, claws extending and Lee swore as they reached up and tore down her arm, rending through the fabric of her scrubs as though they were tissue paper. The superficial wounds healed as quickly as they were made but that didn’t stop the blood from leaking down her arm, splattering onto the floor. As one of the nurses was knocked the ground, Lyenne looked up, locking eyes with a passerby. “You! Please! Get her legs so I can get the straps in place!”
It’d been a minor pit stop, a quick visit to a woman she’d been taunting for quite some time now had taken an unfortunate tumble off of the clock tower, surviving by only the graciousness of the blood Lyssa had fed her as she’d bled out. Wiping the residual blood from the corner of her mouth, the blonde paused only long enough to cast hues towards the woman thrashing about on the gurney. “No.. No I don’t think I will.”
“Would you like to get something off your chest, Lyssa? Yes, well, I’m certain you’ll remember for the next time.” She wouldn’t. “I’ll have someone remove the body, let’s take a walk shall we?”
“No, I actually happen to much prefer making not to subtle comments. What a delusional thought, don’t tell me old age is finally getting to you.” It wasn’t. “Or don’t, I happen to think it fits right in with the decor. Do I have a choice?”
“Is this your way of saying you missed me? Go on, blondie; say what you really want to.”
“I’d rather let you put a bullet in my heart than ever say or feel as if that were even half of the truth, you delusional twat.”
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“Have you really gone right back to letting yourself in whenever you please? Maybe I’ll see about getting a pet wolf to keep on a leash by the door. Hinder your oh so wonderful visits.” @trippblcis
“I want your blood.” A Transylvanian accent was easier said than done, but he still made the attempt. “I’m serious. You can either give it to me willingly, or I can take it. But the latter gets a little messy and I don’t think either of us want that. It’s for a tribute, be glad I’m not taking the original artists route. In that version, you die.”
“Terrifying.” She said, a barely there mocking tone tugged at her lips, “It’s really a wonder how you’ve survived this long like this, Dawson. I knew you were a terrible hunter, but I was so sure you fared a little better in this life. Perhaps even I can be wrong, Count Chuckles.”
“Oh no, I’ve seen them beg. I’ve just never seen them cry like that after being rejected.” She grinned and shrugged, “Sorry, I can’t help that he was already three sheets to the wind when he came in here. Customer is always right after all, until he starts hitting on everyone, including the guys. Didn’t expect for him to go for the boss next.” She shook her head and bit her tongue, “Listen, I can’t control the way people act when they’re drunk and I sure as hell can’t help that he decided to hit on everyone including you.”
“Then whoever and whatever you’ve seen in terms of them begging was clearly neither effective, nor worth the time it took to bring them to the point of begging now, was it?” Lyssa quite clearly rolled her eyes, not one to ever hide even the slightest irritation. “Three sheets to the wind and you allowed him to stay? Need I remind you that the success of this place doesn’t rest on the foundation of allowing drunks to drink more.” There was always a line, even Lyssa knew that. “The customer is only ever right if it’s within the means of the business for them to be right, if not, the door best be hitting them on the way out. ---- What good are you as one of the few sober beings in here if you can’t very well handle it? Hm?”
“Last I checked nobody is asking you to stand here, Lyssa. Forgive me for being a little unnerved about the idea of seeing someone who’s dead— and I don’t just mean inside… How are you doing by the way?”
“But I’m here anyway, so.. Forgive a witch who’s only known confidant is the town necromancer, for being unnerved about seeing someone who’s dead? You’re wholeheartedly not forgiven. Perfectly well, which is really only to be expected.”
“That would require for me to actually get a headache – so glad you haven’t changed.”
“Am I really to believe that you’ve never had a headache? It sounds like a lie. Either way, there’s a first for everything, and I guarantee I’ve just helped you avoid that a little longer. Why would I have changed?”
“Yeah and?” Kevin said, “I mean, talk about lacking imagination. This is just lazy.“
“You don’t need imagination to bring a man to his knees, Kevin. Don’t be daft. Work smarter, not harder. A mortals greatest weakness is their humanity, strike with perfect timing and you can leave a wound that festers for their short little lives. Lazy in this instance, is still effective.”
