*Set in an AU where Kevin is a vampire and Kreacher is a village thief thrown to the borders for his crimes. He was to be sacrificed to the nightprowlers (feral vampires) in the woods but Kevin managed to save him in time.
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“So what, they'd throw a mere pickpocket out of the village to feed the literal demons in the forest? Just because of one stolen apple?”
The glare Pierson sent his way made chills run down his spine—dark and clouded with anger, grief, spite and whatever else was there in those tumultuous eyes of his, deep sunken circles beneath them making him seem twice as intimidating. What a strange sight—it was rare that Kevin found himself feeling genuine unease around a human.
He swallowed the lump in his throat as the thief said nothing, merely turning away in an attempt to get some rest.
“Well,” he said quietly, softly, treading lightly, “you wouldn't really make for a fine meal, anyway.” It was true—the man was all skin and bones. How he had even survived this far, Kevin had no idea.
The thief scoffed, picking at his fraying sleeves as he casted his gaze to the woods beyond the window. “Th-thanks for the assurance,” he said softly, albeit sarcastically. “Th-this p-place don’t make for a nice home either.”
Kevin raised an ivory brow. “Well I can’t play housekeeper when I got vampires to hunt now, can I?”
The human made a noise of acknowledgement. “Suppose not,” he replied quietly. After a beat, he threw him a glance over his shoulder. “Why’d you hunt ‘em an-anyway?”
“Well...” He paused to choose his words carefully. After a moment, he settled for an answer with a sigh.
“... Who else is gonna do it?” He mumbled, crimson gaze fixed upon the burning embers of the fireplace.
“But you’re one of th-them.”
“No.” He narrowed his eyes at the other who seemed to shrink beneath his gaze. “I ain’t.” It was said rather brusquely, with a snap of teeth and flash of fangs that left the human flinching. He quickly reeled in his composure, feeling the slightest bit guilty.
“... I’m sorry,” he said after a while, eyeing the thief remorsefully from beneath the wide brim of his hat.
It pained him to see the thief pressed flush against the wall, eyes wide and pupils contracted in apparent fear as shivers wracked his body. He hadn’t meant to scare him at all and now, he felt like a major hypocrite for it.
“Hey,” he tried again, raising his hand up to show that he meant no harm, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare ya.” He tried to speak in a softer tone, watching as the thief eyed him dubiously. He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Okay... okay, I can see that you’re doubting me. ‘S fair,” he reasoned, shrugging. “So how ‘bout I... leave ya fer the night, and jus’ mind mah own business? Deal?”
The thief seemed to panic at that, eyes widened and fearful as he sat up in bed and grasped at the sheets tightly. “You’re leaving?!”
“No- naw, not at all.” He was quick to reassure him, thinking that he probably should’ve worded it better. “I’m jus’ gonna be around the kitchen, y’know, so you can get some rest.” He cleared his throat. “I ain’t leaving ya alone to be hounded—who do ya take me for?” He chuckled softly, a wry smile on his face as the thief eyed him silently.
“Oh,” he muttered softly, shoulders lowered as he exhaled softly. “Th-thanks,” he said, and Kevin felt a jolt of... something as he laid his eyes upon that hesitant smile.
“No problem,” he croaked out, clearing his throat soon after. He stood up, dusting his pants as he jerked a thumb to the dining room. “Holler if ya need anything.”
The thief’s gaze was calculative, but the slight smile that emerged on the bottom half of his face threw Kevin’s suspicion off completely.
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