❝ Yes . . I hear you . Yeah , I know , you’re the alpha and demand to be heard but this is me you’re talking to so shut up . Look , Grayson . . I gotta go , okay ? Something came up . I know . . Yes , I know . . I gotta go though .❞ She hung up without letting him speak , her gaze had been on the figure that was once walking about twenty feet in front of her when he had suddenly disappeared down an alley wally , the movement having caught her attention which is why she had ended the phone call so quickly . Bahati knew she should probably just keep walking and get home , but the curious side of her was too much for her to just brush off . So after stuffing her phone into her pocket , she slowly got closer to the alley and peaked around the corner . But what she saw had her eye widening . There , was a figure , more specifically a vampire , drinking from the guy that had been ahead of her . That much was what she could see from the very little light there was . But there was a scent that was more definant than the smell of blood , a scent that she hadn’t smelled in so many years . ❝ Luca ?❞
Blood dripped from his chin, drops heavy and thick staining the shirt he wore. Yet as he drank he knew the man not to be innocent, it was in his blood -- memories that lingered along the beautiful cells that gave himself life. Teeth dug deeper into the neck at his grasp, the body in his arms drawing limp as he continued to feed. Fangs no longer aching as they had been but still a dull throbbing for the amount of blood he’d consumed, even if it may be the entire human body, still only quenched part of the thirst. Teeth ripped from his skin, the wet ‘slick’ sound echoing around him as his golden hues dimmed back to the forest green they normally rested at. His chest lifted even if he lacked the use for it, still a very human habit he held. Head canting to the side his sense were overwhelmed, delved in the wonders that was blood. It wasnt when he caught the sound of another heart did his stomach clench, the idea strong but now able to be resisted. Though at the sound of his name, his head turned. Green hues deep and rich locked onto the familiar figure, voice echoing memories from days past in his mind. Fingers release the man, body falling to the floor in a heap of remains as his own voice is wet and drowned from so much food. Sleeve being brought up to swipe at the blood but merely smear it more, the child like motion contrasting with the deep wise set eyes that remember the woman behind him. “ Bahati.”
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