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The Vampire Killer heated up the minute the man in black walked past him.
It’s a rarity that the whip at his side did that - mainly because there were never any vampires lurking around. The only one that he was ever near was Alucard, and he had grown used to it. This, however, was entirely different. Instead of passing him by, cerulean eyes studied the man before him - throat feeling dry, so he quickly swallowed.
“Pretty late for people to be out and about, huh?”
No longer was Richter a man looking for a fight, but that didn’t mean he was going to just pass him by without a question.
D could feel the attention of his Left Hand being brought to the man who just walked past. The Hand remained quiet, but he seemed to be rather uneasy about this man suddenly. As if he was able to pick up on something. D knew he was going to have to keep his guard up around this man.
“I could say the same to you.” D replied. His voice was rather monotone, as if the man either had no emotion to express or saw no point in expressing it.
