@oflazarus // they haven’t even interacted and he’s so done with her
The fresh hell he stumbled on in the shape of a smallish brunette had a vicious streak and some serious issues with someone else taking the lead. He was alive. He was a Hunter. She was a dead person and a serious thorn in his side. “If I’m thinking about you I don’t mean to,” he called over his shoulder, propping his foot against the chest of the vampire he just killed so he could pull his stake from it’s chest. “I killed it, no need for the psychotic cheerleader routine.”















