the concept of mercy
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- tw blood
Marcellus tore into another. Incompetentency did not have its place here. A young child, a clumsy girl of maybe thirteen or fourteen, stood, shivering. She had only been here for a few years. Her red hair matched the blood that was splattered onto her face-- the spray was almost indistinguishable from her red freckles. If she hadn’t been afraid of vampires before, she would be scared into submission now. Still, Marcellus had intended for her to share the same fate as the remains she was standing in. Why did they hesitate?
As they turned their head to survey their surroundings-- a dark basement now covered in blood. A few jugs full of a red liquid made it clear that murder was not the only objective here. Their crimson eyes watched anything but her, trying to ponder what it was that made them stop with her.
Out of the corner of their eye, the girl had disappeared, replaced with a terrified, teenage vampire. A child who hated seeing humans hurt. Red hair turned brown, pale skin turned tanned. They did a double take, and the girl stood where she was. Marcellus sighed and opened the door, allowing for a vampire maid to come in and take the jugs of blood.
They finally opened their mouth to speak, fangs becoming smaller, their red eyes dimming to a deeper, richer color. Their gaze remained completely emotionless.
“Clean this up and get changed. You have two hours,” they said, and the tiny, dainty little girl got to work immediately. A small smile crossed Marcellus’ expression as she busied herself. Fear worked in wonderful ways. So did mercy, apparently.
Perhaps mercy can be useful, sometimes.