Eighth Night - Part 5
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"Mere beggars, the parasites of society." The vampire explained quietly. "And it seem that they may not take no for an answer."
"Will they attack?"
"Perhaps, but perhaps not. Most of them are not sound of mind." The vampire looked at one grubby looking man seem to lurch forward.
Omi stepped backwards. He was in no condition to fight, and there weren't any plants handy for him to control.
"Away from me, I have nothing." Dracula snarled as he turned away from the man. The beggar reached out, grabbing the hem of his coat, halting the vampire.
The boy bit his lip, drawing blood slightly. Even when he hated him, he'd never dare grab him.
The vampire stops, and slowly turns, glaring at the beggar, hand raised as if to strike him.
Part of him wanted to cry out and stop him, the man didn't know what he was doing. But still... he remained silent.
Dracula jerked his coat out of the man's grasp. "Do not touch me, or I will you teach a lesson. Get." He gestured as if one would with a wild dog.
Omi watched the man passively, but his eyes showed that the man wouldn't be told another time.
The man stumble. "Just gimme a few yen, it ain't much you skinflint!"
The boy hissed at the man, his fangs bared. It was clear that he was going to attack if he didn't back off.
The man jumped when he heard the hissing confused.
"Back off." The fledgling was serious.
"I suggest you listen to the boy." Dracula snarled.
It was probably a good thing he was hungover, or the man would likely be dead by now.
The man started to edge away, nervous.
Omi... no, Hansel... kept glaring at him, making sure he left.
"Get." The man intoned once more and the man bolts off, leaving the stench of the streets behind him
The boy practically collapsed against the side of the building, his energy spent now that the adrenaline had left him.
Dracula goes over. "Shall I carry you?"
"Sorry..."
"It is no trouble. Tch, the parasites of the humans need to know their place."
Omi nodded to his Sire.
The vampire shifted, and picked Omi up onto his back.
He leaned into his Sire, embarrassed to be hungover, but reveling in the contact.
"Mere beggars, the parasites of society." The vampire explained quietly. "And it seem that they may not take no for an answer."
"Will they attack?"
"Perhaps, but perhaps not. Most of them are not sound of mind." The vampire looked at one grubby looking man seem to lurch forward.
Omi stepped backwards. He was in no condition to fight, and there weren't any plants handy for him to control.
"Away from me, I have nothing." Dracula snarled as he turned away from the man. The beggar reached out, grabbing the hem of his coat, halting the vampire.
The boy bit his lip, drawing blood slightly. Even when he hated him, he'd never dare grab him.
The vampire stops, and slowly turns, glaring at the beggar, hand raised as if to strike him.
Part of him wanted to cry out and stop him, the man didn't know what he was doing. But still... he remained silent.
Dracula jerked his coat out of the man's grasp. "Do not touch me, or I will you teach a lesson. Get." He gestured as if one would with a wild dog.
Omi watched the man passively, but his eyes showed that the man wouldn't be told another time.
The man stumble. "Just gimme a few yen, it ain't much you skinflint!"
The boy hissed at the man, his fangs bared. It was clear that he was going to attack if he didn't back off.
The man jumped when he heard the hissing confused.
"Back off." The fledgling was serious.
"I suggest you listen to the boy." Dracula snarled.
It was probably a good thing he was hungover, or the man would likely be dead by now.
The man started to edge away, nervous.
Omi... no, Hansel... kept glaring at him, making sure he left.
"Get." The man intoned once more and the man bolts off, leaving the stench of the streets behind him
The boy practically collapsed against the side of the building, his energy spent now that the adrenaline had left him.
Dracula goes over. "Shall I carry you?"
"Sorry..."
"It is no trouble. Tch, the parasites of the humans need to know their place."
Omi nodded to his Sire.
The vampire shifted, and picked Omi up onto his back.
He leaned into his Sire, embarrassed to be hungover, but reveling in the contact.