Kiryuu stepped closer to Valvatorez, towering over the shorter male. “I said, I’m not a vampire. I don’t care what the hell I smell like, I’m not a bloodsucking monster,” he retorted. One of the worst insults the hunter had ever gotten was being labeled one of them. It happened all too often to his displeasure.
“You’re a vampire who eats sardines,” he scowled the tiny male. “There has to be something with you. To eat sardines in the first place is strange.” His nose wrinkled as the putrid stench lingered in the air. The hunter gagged a little, the scent getting caught in his throat. “Ugh,” he groaned.
The taller male crouched down to the others eye level. “Could you not hear me from up there? I am not a vampire.” The argument was pointless, Valvatorez knew he was a vampire, and there was no denying that he was. But the stubborn hunter refused to give in. “I am not a true vampire,” he muttered. Zero wasn’t a true vampire. He was born a human, and bitten by a pure-blood, forever cursed to live a the life of a monster.
The male rolled his lavender eyes. “I dislike vampires period. If they drink blood or not doesn’t concern me. You’re all the same, vile creatures.”
The male’s eyebrow raised, kids these days? Zero looked at Val questioningly. “Aren’t you younger than me?”