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tfw uve read all of the pretend relationship trope fic in ur latest fandom but u still want more
In Vein [Vampire X Hunter AU]
Someone had picked up where his father had left off.
Some blood sucking monster was preying on Lysandras’ village- the village he himself had called home for most of his adolescence- and that meant Hekate had work to do.
The missive came from a runner, a young boy fast enough and so slight as to -hopefully- escape the attention of whatever bloodsucking fiend had picked Sparta as their buffet table. The boy had looked half dead, resting gratefully by the fire as Hekate methodically went about his preparations- packed his tools, removed the hunting dogs from their tethers, closed down the little cabin he called home and prepared for another fight.
The trip to Sparta was almost entirely silent- the boy, too scared for sound after the hell he’d lived through day to day and Hekate lost in memories of the time when he too called the village home. Memories he’d kept buried thanks to their bloody finale but just this once allowed to resurface in expectancy of what was to come.
Upon arrival the town was eerily quiet, dull and subdued- the messenger boy scurried off without a word. Dark eyes peered at him from nooks and crannies as he made his way through the town square and into the headmans hut.
They all remembered the destruction his presence had brought on them before and he could scent in the air the bile that rose in their throats at the thought that they now must call him into their bosom once more.
“Theron.” He received nothing but a nod in return- for each of them reminded the other of a great loss, a sister and a lover.
He dumped his bags at his once brothers feet and turned to watch the sun descend into the mist.
He was a hunter. His time would come.
So I have this *cough* Johnlock folder on my computer, and I brought it to class today( I should mention that I sit in the front row), and I was messaging my friend on Facebook and I meant to click the little smiley-face icon on the bottom corner of the message box, but it's right next to the icon that lets you upload pictures and I ACCIDENTALLY CLICKED THAT ONE AND YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHICH FUCKING FOLDER CAME UP.
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