Unfinished business || Closed Starter (mistresslanyanox)
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Clock was ticking around midnight. Nick lit a cigarette with a match as he walked along a familiar sidewalk. Dry drops of blood from a few days ago were yet to be washed away. “She is not worth a hunt,“ Nick remembered his brother Steve saying, “she only needed to feed. I am fine.“ What does he know? He could have died if they haven’t saved him, he thought.
Steve was mostly fully recovered by then. He had no early signs of transformation taking place, and his arm had a bandage wrapped around the cut which was healing pretty well. Tim was tasked to keeping an eye on him while Nick was away.
“Come to me, bitch. I’ll give you something to taste,“ he muttered under his breath, flicking the ash off his cigarette. He was unaware the encounter was going to happen sooner than he anticipated.