why start with the hand when you can bite the neck
Posted on September 26, 2018 by Damon Marcello
He was walking idly through the north side on his way to Red on the Water in the east. He needed to stop and check on some accounting things to make sure the tavern was still running smoothly. It had been a while since he'd been there. Good thing the tavern had a big enough fan base now where it practically ran itself. Isolt had done a great job of making relationships with the customers. When she went missing, they noticed. That was part of the reason he couldn't be there. He couldn't stand to tell someone she was home sick or taking a personal day when really she had been kidnapped by a sadistic coven that wanted to do experiments and magic on her. He didn't want to tell them he couldnt find her. It was torture enough while it lasted. But when he found her, he made those witches and warlocks pay. He killed everyone he came across, a gruesome death and they all deserved so much worse. Then he got his fiancé home and took care of her. There was no time for anything else.
He had regained his strength now. All those weeks without eating got to him but none of it mattered while she was gone. Now he was able to hunt and eat, knowing she was home safe and sound. She returned to work faster than he did. He figured she just wanted some of her normal life back. He wasn't happy about putting her back in harm's way but he couldn't keep her locked up at the house either. But tonight she wanted to hang out with her friend, Harley, so he had to find something to do. He thought about finding a stranger to charm and then do hunting his style but when he smelled fresh blood, curiosity got the best of him. He found himself at the head of an alleyway. He could see the body from here. Moving in closer, he looked at the fang marks on the neck and scowled. Who was leaving bodies out in the open? Rookies. Shaking his head, he moved his finger, creating a slash across the neck that covered the fang marks and made it look like her neck had been slashed by a knife instead. Then he lifted her body like a sack of potatoes and threw it in the nearest trash can. There, much better.
He followed the scent of the vampire responsible out of the alley and onto the sidewalk, heading further into town. The body was still warm so it hadn't happened too long ago. He narrowed his eyes, using his senses to focus until he pinpointed the man in the hoodie. One brow lifted as he saw the red eyes. Like that doesn't raise a red flag to Hunters. He stepped in the figure's path. "Yo, Ruby, you wanna tone down your inner bloodsucker a little? You're ruining it for the rest of us. A least clean up your messes. Is that too much to ask?" His lips twitched in the shadow of a smirk as he leaned on the wall of the nearest building and waited for the guy's reaction. He didn't care who overheard. It was nothing to wipe their memories anyway if they caused a fuss.