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—Lurking near the church was dangerous. Damien knew. For a single drop of holy water would burn his pale skin and leave a ghastly mark. But this was the place where the most vulnerable people were, thinking they were always protected by God, and that no one would harm them. Damien existed to contradict the Deity’s existence and all the “creations” he had made. He cursed the bible. Torn it apart, burned it, spat on it.
The humongous bronze bells started ringing, its clapper clanging harshly against its interior. He let out a soft wince at the painful sting he felt in his eardrums, though continued looking for easy prey nonetheless.
His bright red eyes cast upon a lone figure, a boy who ventured too close to the large oak tree Damien was leaning on. ❝ Hey, ❞ Damien called out softly, though it was like his voice was dripping with lethal venom. ❝ May I take a sip— ❞ He let out a loud screech as he grabbed the other’s wrist, surprised at the sudden burning feeling he felt on his hand. ❝Fuck! What the hell is this?! ❞ Damien looked down at his hand, the liquid acting like acid and scorching his palm, leaving a mark of an upside-down cross in its wake.
He did not need to see them to know that they were there, did not need to hear them to know that they were near. Baekhyun sensed the immortal’s presence from miles away, the lack of life in their aura apparent even from here. He tucks his hands into his pockets, gaze trained ahead of him as he takes his time the desolate path. Most humans were afraid of the dark, or rather, were afraid to step foot outdoors once the sun has set. He blames the media for the way society has turned out however, their manipulative marketing skills have no control over him whatsoever.
Baekhyun stops when he is spoken to, thoughts overruled by the feeble tone that chimes in his ears and snares his attention. It was the vampire he sensed earlier, and although he harbors great hatred toward any of their kind ( including himself ), his composure remains intact and he allows for the other to speak as they please. That was a mistake, for he had been grabbed in the spur of the moment. His eyes stray toward the hand encompassing his wrist, but before he’d done anything, the bracelet he’s wearing serves as a repellent against vampires, and to the other’s dismay, they have been harmed by it.
In a matter of milliseconds, the hunter tore his arm away from the other’s hold and he, with inhumane strength, grasped at their shoulder and shoved them against the grand oak tree. He was not there to start a fight, but it seems that he has no other choice. He reaches for them, dexterous fingers encircled around their neck as blunt nails slowly dig into their skin. “My parents gave it to me. It’s a bracelet used to fend off vampires. If one, so much as to brushes against it, it activates immediately.” He begins, arm raised in the air - the charm at the end dangles in front of the other’s eyes. “Consider this your first lesson. If you touch me again, you won’t just receive a burn.”
