ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs

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[center [Fredoka+One [size14 You come across a critically injured vampire with a fatal bite wound and his body near burnt to a crisp.

Despite your better judgement to just finish him off and pure hatred for the bloodsuckers who killed your family, you decide to help him. Will you regret it?

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Liya is a young vampire, fairly new, who was attacked by a wolf and left to burn by the sun. Obviously abandoned, he decides to let himself succumb to his horrible fate.

{Person 1} comes from a long-line of supernatural hunters, set to rid the world of these menacing beings. After watching his family slaughtered by rouge vampires, he's set on killing every single one that crosses his path; good or bad. He's merciless and prefers to be alone.

Will feelings develop between these two while Liya is slowly nursed back to health or will he end up meeting death once again?

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[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/83/42/20/834220263a9142a6ccdf458ae2b02124.jpg]] Nathan had barely made it inside, he hadn't even made it to the door of the study when he heard it open, looking up to see the vampire standing in the doorway to it, staring. Not at him, but at the chickens he had in his hand, the other still unbuttoning his coat. The man approached, too, without word, and simply stared with colorless eyes, hungry eyes.

The mortician, by official profession, shifted the cage away from the creature, holding eye contact. "[#00CCFF Not yet, give me a moment.]"

He was now regretting bringing it in through the entrance way and not the back, in the kitchen, where he would be more willing to let the man simply have it now. However he was standing on top of a carpet he was less than interested in staining with chicken blood.

"[#00CCFF You stay there, I need to set something down before you make a mess.]" The cage was deposited on the floor near to him so that Nathan could shrug out of his coat and hang it up.

Then, taking it up in his hand again, he gestured for the vampire to follow him and went down the hall, past the stairs, and into the back kitchen. There the floor changed from wood to tile, and he set the cage on the center kitchen table, with the fruit and other related things on it.

"[#00CCFF I want you to take one, this night, because I can't afford to keep buying two chickens every day for you. These things are expensive, and I can't keep them chilled long enough to be of any more use after you drain them.]" He had used the previous one for a part of dinner, and had made bone broth. But he could only do so much.

With that, he went to a cupboard, kneeling to it, and fetched out that same bit of embossed leather he had had before, spreading it out on that table. It had clear signs of use on its surface, stains of spilled blood, among the scuffs and scratches. Once that was out, he gestured to the cage for the vampire stranger to take his choice of the fowl before him.

[#00CCFF #00CCFF]
  Tweedy / 10d 22h 27m 16s
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[size14 [Righteous Ever since his attack, the vampire's been having horrible, frightening dreams. He does not understand why. He must've been traumatized since his attack. Whatever tore into him left an impression on him. Each dream seemed worse than the other. Each of them of him being ripped to shreds by a shadowed beast. It may have not been a wolf, but some other beast. Liya didn't know much about the world, not experienced in what creatures lurk out there.

Liya opened his eyes. Onyx hues scanned around the area as he let out a small groan. The sound of chickens reached his ears. His nostrils flared at the scent of their blood. At least they were animals. Nathaniel read his mind or maybe he assumed the vampire didn't care for human blood. He didn't. He never dared to touch a human with these fangs.

He sat up and stared at the cage of chickens. Before he fed, he wanted to change into his clothes. Standing up, he realized he had much more energy than before. Some life and color returned to his skin, giving it some glow than before. He still remained rather skinny and shrunken in a bit. He needed to drink more blood, more often than once a day. At least twice if possible, in small amounts or something. Human blood would've healed him up in one or two days. Sighing a bit, he changed into the clothes given to him, not complaining one bit. This man went out of his way to take care of him, he should be grateful and not bite the hand that feeds him.

Liya's fingers gently gripped at the cage Nathaniel held, eyes practically sparkling with eagerness to feed. He should've taken a bath before changing, but he'd do that later. He needed blood first.
  ʟɪʏᴀ / Seki / 36d 1h 32m 37s
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/83/42/20/834220263a9142a6ccdf458ae2b02124.jpg]] Nathaniel waited for the delirious, he assumed, individual to get around to identifying himself. From the man's point of view all he had was that this young man was a vampire, he could feel his presence in his mind, and he was small compared to the others he had met. And this vampire was white. That was it. He needed something else to go off of so he could manage to perhaps begin to make some research about the situation and what to do, because he did not take this individual a short distance, it was quite the distance.

And it seemed that was all of the information he would receive, as the vampire settled down, closed his eyes and spoke no more.

Nathan's fingers pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. One question, stick to one question. He had apparently asked too much with two questions. Frustration tensed in him and he exhaled softly as he felt the undeath consume the slumbering corpse beside him. There would be no more conversation until the next evening.

Standing and gathering his leather mat and the chicken's body, he decided to bring it and begin to pluck it for use later. The nice thing, he had discovered in his time, with vampires that had an affinity for non-human game was their ability to bleed a body. Nathan edged out of the study and closed the door behind him, taking his time to make it quiet.

He stood there, staring into the emptiness of the house's entrance hall, at the carpeting.

"[#00CCFF I have a vampire in my home,]" he murmured to himself, glancing around as if he would be overheard. "[#00CCFF A vampire I scraped off of the street for some dubious purpose.]"

"[#00CCFF What am I going to do with it? With him.]"

The next evening, Liya would awaken to find a large, off-white morning shirt and a pair of pants. The pants were too tall for the thin vampire, but were able to be cuffed, and with a set of suspenders that can be adjusted for the height of the preternatural invalid.

The next evening, certain his home was safe and thus he was well enough to leave and do his daily duties, Nathan returned in the early evening to his home. He was dressed in mourning black, his black satin armband on his arm still as he removed his hat and set it aside. In his hand he had a wicker cage with the sounds of chickens inside. This was going to be a very expensive patient/victim in this investigation.
  Tweedy / 53d 4h 55m 12s
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[size14 [Righteous The question of when he last fed was a difficult one. He doesn't feed enough to keep himself strong. He tends to skip days before feeding himself again. He usually feeds from mice or deers. It's been some time since he fed himself good. Could be a reason why he got attacked so easily. Vampires are good at not getting caught off-guard like that. Pretty sure his family would laugh at him for being so helpless. A small sigh escaped his lips. He should stay here with this.. man, even if they are strangers. Wasn't he running away from home anyway?

He nodded at the offer of clothes. [#8a80e6 "Yeah, I have to return home soon to gather some of my things.."] he murmured. [#8a80e6 "But I can't move until I'm fully healed."]

The vampire remained silent for a good while. Lost in thought. What can he do now? Getting revenge won't make any difference, like he can handle a full group.. of whatever attacked him. [#8a80e6 "If I could stay here for a few days or until I'm healed, I'd be really grateful. No way I can return in this state. Just a simple patching up is fine for me. I need to feed a bit more than usual since it's a bigger wound. Don't stress too much over it. I don't need it stitched."] There was no more skin to stitch anyway. He may have to drink human blood if he wanted to heal faster. Animal blood took too long for wounds such as this.

[#8a80e6 "I think I need to sleep some more.."] He closed his eyes and didn't open them again. He'd be in a deep sleep until it became night again. He'll have a massive hunger when he awakens too. But for now, he needed rest to give his body a chance to focus on healing.
  ʟɪʏᴀ / Seki / 127d 1h 23m 3s
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/83/42/20/834220263a9142a6ccdf458ae2b02124.jpg]] Nathan could feel this vampire's eyes on him, and brought his up to him. The doctor's eyes were a startling, saturated blue against his skin and the dark hair. He blinked at the young creature before he had to return his gaze to what he was doing. Long fingers were at first cleaning, and then hesitated over the mouth of the bag, a case of needles awaiting opening for use. A frown purses the skin between his brows and he looks to him agan.

"[#00CCFF When was the last time you fed?]" he asked. He didn't want to stitch up the vampire if it would do something to his natural healing capabilities. He had done that before, he had seen it. He didn't want to see it again.

"[#00CCFF I can give you some clothes for the evening, if you're amenable,]" the man said, looking to the vampire. Odd he wasn't asking his name, though Nathan hadn't asked his either he supposed. "[#00CCFF I don't think you're going anywhere anytime soon, with the onset of morning.]"

Nathaniel nodded towards the vampire as he explained what happening to him. He was attentive until Liya started explaining that he was dragged, and with that, his eyes unfocused. He envisioned this, after a quick glance over of the young man before him. Something of that mass and weight must have been an impressive individual specimen. He hummed.

He hummed again, nodding his head to the side with a shrug and a bit of a scrunch of his nose. "[#00CCFF Not natural enemies, really, more opposing forces of preternatural-]" he glanced at the vampire, clearing his throat and realizing he was- this tasted like the beginning of a tangent. "[#00CCFF spectrum...]"

"[#00CCFF What do I call you?]"
  Tweedy / 179d 5h 2m 24s
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[size14 [Righteous Sighing, Liya heeded the warning. Maybe he should've started with [i I come in peace]. It's obvious he's different from other pureblood vampires or vampires in general. Assuming his family doesn't want him anymore, makes him disowned. He holds no title or respect to his name. He never wanted to know his last name either. He missed his dog friend. He wouldn't mind having any kind of friend for that matter. Eyes watched the male with much curiosity. He wondered what this man did for a living. Can't be an average joe.

[#8a80e6 "I can do that much.."] He pulled off his dirtied and thoroughly ripped top, placing it to the side. He reached into his pocket, finding his wallet. At least he had some cash to use to buy some new clothes. He felt uncomfortable staying here with a complete stranger. He removed his hand so Nathan could patch him up. He wondered if vampires scar if a wound such as this one is made.

[#8a80e6 "It bit me from behind and practically dragged me until I managed to throw it off me. From what I remember, it resembled a wolf."] He clenched his teeth. [#8a80e6 "I don't know much, my parents only told me to avoid wolves. We must be natural enemies if all I did was mind my own business."] It's not like he wasn't angry at being randomly attacked, but he's surprised they would attack out in the open like that. He watched him beginning to clean his wound. It was a deep bite, clotted teeth marks visible. It did not hurt as much anymore, only when he touched it.
  ʟɪʏᴀ / Seki / 200d 8h 11m 20s
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/83/42/20/834220263a9142a6ccdf458ae2b02124.jpg]] Nathan drew near, now. Closer to a vampire than he would generally venture. This one was young, hurt. He didn't have the drowning eyes that the ancient ones had. He, even, still had an amount of 'life' in his animation. Still socialized like a human being. He didn't yet have the stillness that only the dead have.

"[#00CCFF Now,]" the man said, "[#00CCFF how could you say that? You don't know what I know, what I've seen. Very assumptive of you.]" Nathan's tone was light, on the surface. But underneath his tone held a bit of warning. Even mortal, he wouldn't stand to be treated like a lesser being. Not when he verily held this one's life in his hands. Nobility, blood, and species didn't matter when there was something like this at hand, he liked to think. He wasn't about to indulge a firstborn vampire noble his act of superiority.

But, he did presently procure the bag he carried with himself. A leather satchel with a five pointed star on it. As he spoke, from inside of it he brought out some supplies. "[#00CCFF Can you undress yourself, or shall I assist you while I bandage this?]" he asked, letting his tone slip back into doctor-patient now with his little warning out of the way.

"[#00CCFF Did you actually see what attacked you?]" the man asked as he reached for something to clean the wound with. Nothing antiseptic, as he viewed the dead body of a vampire something that infection couldn't touch. But, cleaning it gently would give him a better view, and a better chance at patching it properly. 'Feral form' was new terminology for him. He assumed it meant in the beast's body. For this had hallmarks of a lycanthrope attack, based on his experience. Middle of a town, no marks of pack involvement, the unlikelihood of there being large natural predators in a place like this.
  Tweedy / 203d 14h 33m 7s
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[size14 [Righteous It took a moment. The blood he drank from the animal filled his veins and went straight to his heart to get it beating again, pumping the blood more through his body. He felt some of his life coming back. Human blood would've gave his body its life back faster. No, he's weak right now, forming back to his vampiric instincts. Letting out a deep breath, he opened his eyes more wider this time. His onyx hues held more life within them than earlier. Moaning a bit, he turned his eyes towards his savior. Should he trust this person fully? Liya, in his weakened state, can easily be killed.

He heard the other's question. He rested his head back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling. His lips formed a smirk.[#8a80e6 "Heh.. it's pretty obvious.."] he said. He then sighed. [#8a80e6 "A damned wolf.. I guess it was in its feral form."]

He'd rather not remember what bit into him like a mad beast. [#8a80e6 "You think I could get a bandage or something to wrap this wound with?"] he asked, nicely. Sure, this man looked unguarded. If Liya gave into his real bloodlust, his fangs would be piercing the male's neck already. Maybe this is why he became a target in the first place. Those wolves knew of the weakling in his family. Would they be mad if his body was gone in the alley he laid to die in? He lifted himself up to sit down on the couch. His burnt flesh will take some time to fully heal. He should wear a cloak for a while. Liya can't go back home. He should find shelter elsewhere. At least he had some money on him.. unless someone robbed his assumed dead body of it.
  ʟɪʏᴀ / Seki / 225d 18h 14m 29s
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/83/42/20/834220263a9142a6ccdf458ae2b02124.jpg]] [font "Times" [size15 There he was, it seemed, and there he wasn't. The vampire slipped back under the blanket of unconsciousness. Exhaling softly, Nathaniel gazed at the creature again, slumped back against the couch in an unsightly manner. He wasn't keen on moving the body again. He glanced outside and checked the time. Hm. Not late enough to have any fingers of morning encroaching upon them. So. Why was this one going down so early? Full dark like this should have been feeding him, giving that body its animation.

Like how it fueled his. Nathaniel's. It wasn't that he was powerless during the day, it was just fuller, easier during night.

"[#00CCFF Answer me, then. What did this?]" he asked. He kept his voice serious, no-nonsense. Perhaps this had something to do with the investigation he was on already. But something that could down a vampire, even a small, young one like this, would be an even greater threat that he had thought. He was assuming it was a lycanthrope. Supernatural strength at a different sort of spectrum than a vampires.

Lycanthropes thrummed with a hot, emergent power. If Nathaniel were to put it into words, it was as if you could feel the movement just underneath their surface, their pool, the beast within. Whereas a vampire, if they were powerful enough, was silent as the grave. A bit of an OK phrase, but it wasn't wrong. The undead made no sound. Humans generally had a shiftiness to them, and lycanthropes as well. Usually. Clothes shuffling, breathing, just noise. Vampires just were. Marble. But that would have been a powerful one. This one. In front of him, Nathan could hear every breath, every motion. Still a lot of humanness to him. Newly dead, then.

[#00CCFF #00CCFF]
  Tweedy / 230d 7h 51m 32s
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[size14 [Righteous Soft, hungry growls could be heard from the young vampire boy as he fed on the animal. Animals were his favorite to feed from, instead of humans. It's no wonder his family never considered him part of the family, always denying the ways of the vampire. He fed until the blood flow began to slow down. Blood dripped down his chin, some even splattered onto his face when his fangs sank in a bit too roughly. When he tore at the place he bit, red flesh exposed to the air. He was not [i that] ravenous to eat flesh. Pretty sure that'd it make him sick, maybe. He's not some ghoul or zombie.

He took a minute to regain about 40% of his energy. Not the prettiest feeding. Crimson eyes sparkled from the reflection of the flames, those hues stopping to look at the strange man before him. The vampire remained there on the floor, trying to stand, but fell back down. He hissed in annoyance. Once he found that werewolf, no mercy. He hated conflict, to be honest. Nothing good comes from it. He'd rather live his life in peace without this decades' old conflict with the wolves.

Liya pulled himself towards the couch or whatever he woke up on, resting against it with a sigh. He pressed his hand on the gruesome wound. It'd take time to heal, for sure. A bite from a werewolf should be lethal to a vampire. Maybe he got lucky. With a nod of his head, he answered the male's question. He did want to speak. Speaking took energy. He did not have enough of it.

[#8a80e6 "Y..Ye..s"] The word was hard to get out. Half-lidded eyes stared at the flames, watching them dance. He could end himself right now if he wanted to, dive head first into the flames. He glanced back at the male. He saved him from his death. He should be thankful. [#8a80e6 "Th..ank..s"] He rested his head against the sofa and closed his eyes, losing consciousness by the second. There's no need for him to remain awake. He did not mean any harm towards the male. He was a harmless vampire who got unlucky. He wonders what to do with himself now.
  ʟɪʏᴀ / Seki / 253d 12h 50m 43s
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/83/42/20/834220263a9142a6ccdf458ae2b02124.jpg]] [font "Times" [size16 Nathaniel watched the creature as its hunger informed it, and it acted upon that urge. His interest was mild at best, position relaxed, but a safe distance away. It gave him time to react if the vampire decided to move its attention to bigger game. However, he had a feeling this one he had a chance to put down.

Curiosity was fueling him, more than anything. Creature like that just lying there, licking blood from the ground and being circled by a hungry dog. And, it would be a good point from which to learn about the creatures. Dangerous creatures, hard to kill. It wasn't as if he hadn't done it before, but that was with help.

The man was a hunter. The star on the mat on the floor, the animal offering, the knowledge of what this creature was. It was knowing eyes, indeed, that watched the vampire, hazed with curiosity. But the scent of the supernatural hung around the man. His scent was mingled with that of animals. The static scent of an unsteady, unsolid form. Magic, if you referred to it as such.

All it seemed to have energy for, focus, mind for was the animal on the floor. It was already bleeding, dying, and yet he saw it give the creature his own wound, his own mark. A preference? A need? No straight bite, a tear and then a seal of suction. Interesting.

He wanted to ask questions, but he didn't even know if this vampire spoke his language. But it didn't feel like an ancient one. Nathaniel, with his proclivity for the dead, his existence near them and his affinity, had a way of feeling them. It wasn't a smell, it was what felt like an impression on the inside of his mind. Ever since he was a child. His eyes stayed on the vampire, waiting to see what it would do [i after] it fed on the creature. If it would attack him, if it would speak... Was it animalistic and feral, or civilized? He had seen both.

"[#00CCFF Do you speak?]"

[#00CCFF #00CCFF]
  Tweedy / 258d 5h 37m 5s
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[size14 [Righteous Liya wondered what time it was now. Most likely past midnight or close to it. His eyelids remained heavy, unable to stay open for long. He may be close to death, but at least he had his good hearing. He kept his eyes closed, listening to nearby conversations and somewhere there was music. At least he had some kind of entertainment before he died. Once the sun rises, he'll let his body burn up and disappear from the world like he never existed. No one would miss him anyway. Obviously. He made a friend, one who kept his wound cleaned. It stopped bleeding, clotting up.. probably somewhat looking infected. He wouldn't grow ill though. The blood loss, a darkening puddle underneath him, outlining his whole body. Surprised he hasn't shriveled up from the deadly blood loss.

A soft exhale escaped from his lips. Man, he has never felt so weak and thirsty at the same time. At one point, he licked the blood from the ground, the best he could anyway. His own blood tasted good. If he had the strength, he may have fed from his canine friend. Vampires are at the top of the food chain, along with werewolves. He clenched his teeth in annoyance. He had to be the one to get attacked, being caught off-guard. His father hadn't taught him to fight much, not even to use his full vampiric abilities. Eyes opened slightly at the sound of footsteps. They were coming closer. Some homeless person, maybe? Or maybe a civilian saw the body and called the police? He'd rather die than have his body be kept in a morgue. He couldn't fully see who the person was, only their shadow and their scent. They spoke to him; a man's voice? Not his father or brothers. Psh, like they'd come to his rescue. Everything went black again after that, not knowing who this stranger is who came to visit him? He could use some company.

The moment his senses awakened, the scent of burning wood and blood filled his nostrils. No more nightly noises reached his ears, only the cracking of the burning wood, someone breathing, and... [i blood]. Animal blood. He preferred animal blood over human blood. His father always got onto him about it, saying human blood will make him stronger than animal blood would. It may be the reason he wasn't ready for the werewolf. [i "Oh and never feed from a werewolf, their blood is like toxin to us, you'll die within seconds."] He remembered his mother telling him that.

Liya's vision cleared, his onyx hues stopping at the dead animal which laid on a mat. He rolled himself off whatever he laid on, dragging himself to the animal's body. He used his nails to slice into its flesh, those onyx hues practically sparkling at the scent of blood. He had no time to be picky. His mouth connected to the bleeding wound of the animal, fangs piercing further into its flesh. He sucked on it, letting the delicious elixir of life flow back into his limbs. Of course, he'd need more, his body still very weak. Human blood may heal him faster.. [i I've grown used to animal blood though...] Who knows what'll happen if he tasted human blood.
  ʟɪʏᴀ / Seki / 272d 18h 16m 49s
[right [pic https://i.pinimg.com/564x/83/42/20/834220263a9142a6ccdf458ae2b02124.jpg]] [size16 [font "Times" There were many things that could plague a man in such a situation as one left far afield from home. For necessity, he thought. Too well known, too feared, too connected. Strings tying him, multiplying, and now connecting to other strings. Each a person, an atrocity, a beastly facet of himself he was growing to hate. Hating himself was something he had escaped by entering into this profession.

And so he had moved on. Leaving Edgefield, the estate with its trees and its secrets, leaving the people who lived their and their empty eyes and intelligent smiles and hearts emptying of him. Their world was muddled and atrocious to him now. The things he had discovered. And so, when they had all split- when one flew away, a disappearance into the woodwork, so did he. It was just something he did now, unable to look back. He moved. And the guise of a young medical man was a perfect way into a community.

This new city brought with it a practice, an employment, and in its winding endlessness, Nathaniel Crane found anonymity. He was The Hunter, underneath it all, but at least for now, employing himself solely as a physician and mortician was enough.

Long walks often filled his time, what of it he had. A method to explore the areas, but often with lost thoughts taking his attention, he found himself in somewhere new. And so, he people-watched. There was sound and color coming from one such street he hadn't been down before, and with that happening upon an alleyway with a body in it, the undertaker took an interest. Poor creature. If anything he could use it as a subject so he could make some components for spellwork or something close to that.

He brushed aside his hair, tucking it behind an ear, and stopped near the huddled form, shooing the dog with a shush-shush sound. It didn't have to leave, but he wanted access to the body.

"[#00CCFF I'm not taking it from you just yet,]" he said to the dog as if it could understand him. But. It wouldn't be the first time that a sudden understanding from a beast would come to him. Not much surprised you anymore after being this type of thing for this long.

"[#00CCFF What do we have here?]" he murmured, crouching now and looking over what was before him. Bright blue eyes passed over the corpse underneath him, taking in its condition. Burned. But no sign of burning much on the surrounding stone or ground... Undead.

The scent of undeath crawled over him suddenly as he drew near enough. Not as much of a smell as a sort of tang to the atmosphere. The way one's hair stood on end, tasting the unnatural. An inquisitive hum escaped the man as he took this in. He stood.

Later, and rather more discreetly, if the body was still there, he would come back.
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The den that the vampire would awake in was comfortable. He was laid out on a long, leather, tufted couch. Books, a globe, a roaring fire sending long, finger-like shadows up on the walls, through the fronds of a plant. Two chairs stood on each side of the long couch.

A man stood, leaned against the mantelpiece. His hands in his pockets. Raven hair long, loose about himself, in a waistcoat. His eyes glinted with the firelight. when he saw the glint of the whites of the waking creature's eyes, he didn't move. Instead, his gaze moved down to the dead animal on the oiled leather mat he had on the floor. It had a painted circle with a star in its center burned into the hide the creature lay on.

"[#00CCFF I see even the scent of an animal's blood will rouse you,]" the young man murmured softly, almost as if to himself. His attention was on the vampire, now that he knew that was what it was, on the couch.
  Tweedy / 274d 3h 44m 5s
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[size14 [Righteous In a small, obviously rundown-side of town - home to who knows what, lies an unseen corpse. Or what seems like a corpse? The frail, shriveled up body that looks almost burnt lays on the dirtied concrete. The most disgusting part of this body is the hideous, fleshy wound on the side of its body. A stray dog roams around it, licking at the wound every now and then. One way of keeping it clean. No one really comes this way. Who would pay attention to a dead body anyway? Murders have been happening around town, more frequently than normal.

Eyes fluttered open for the 20th time. A small, short breath comes from the "corpse". It's not a dead corpse, but a young vampire named Liya. He stares at the wall, hiding his body from the dreaded sun, not wanting to get burned anymore. His pale skin.. no longer held any vibrancy. A small whine escaped his lips when his canine friend licked at his wound. He was somewhat grateful to him, keeping maggots from eating away at his flesh. He'd pet the dog, but he had no strength at all. Why wasn't the dog eating him? That werewolf bastard had a nice bite out of him. He could only feel pain and betrayal. Why hasn't his family come to seek his body? or his wereabouts? Do they even care about him?

Darkness filled his vision again. How many days has it been now? Raindrops slapped down against his body. The canine curled up beside him. Protecting him and licking at his wound nonstop. It hurt very much. He couldn't speak though and let it happen. A loud clap of thunder scared his companion as well as his himself. It kept him somewhat awake for the most part. He may let himself burn in the sun completely come tomorrow. This torture was unbearable.

His family were well-known in town, unaware that they were vampires. They did have a lot of rivals. The poor boy had to be the victim of that rivalry. He passed out again. Woke up. Passed out again. His body was soaked with rain by this time. It felt.. refreshing, to say the least. He counted it as him taking a shower, no matter the raindrops being so-called dirty.

By time night came around again, he could hear the noises of the humans walking to and fro. Music and fan-fare reached his ears. The smell of various foods being cooked filled his noise. Was it some kind of celebration? This was the worst part of town, there's rarely any celebrations.. or even people walking around here. Maybe it had to be coming from somewhere in the inner city. He heard overlapping voices, closing his eyes again to pass out once more, everything becoming dark and quiet. He wanted to call for help. His throat and mouth were so dry.. and his body weak, he had no voice. It took energy to talk, and he had none.
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