hearing fights isn’t unusual in the city, it didn’t matter if it was new york or los angeles. that was the one thing he had learned to get used to in both cities. so while hearing one break out made his interest rise, fights are certainly fun to watch, it wasn’t until the smell hit him that gave him the proper motivation to check it out. the scent hits him hard, it’s far more than just a bloody nose or a split lip. something went wrong.
so he blindly follows it. go into the dark creepy alley, sure. he’s standing at the end, not risking getting too close just yet. he may be reckless, but he doesn’t know the extent of what he’s stumbled upon just yet. green eyes evaluating his surroundings. the body on the floor that looked like an animal had just gotten to it, the claws on the stranger, and under the overwhelming scent of freshly spilled blood, he finally recognizes what the other is. he smells like lee —- demon?
❛ someone’s messy! ❜ the words come out in a teasing way, but he tries not to press his luck. he doesn’t know the other, how willing to kill he is. vampirism may have given him a lot of advantages, but he’s fairly certain he wouldn’t be strong enough to take on a demon. ❛ gonna go on a wild guess and say that was a hunter, yeah? ❜
he bases it off the sight of a gun by the body. either a hunter or a robber who just had the worst luck in picking his victim. he shrugs his shoulders, ❛ ‘cause if so, nah. i mean, no matter what probably not whoever them is. just a curious lil’ bloodsucker. ❜
The big bad demon had been startled by the other’s voice — jumping nearly from his skin. On edge. Startled was different from afraid however, and as Michael looked over the other and evaluated the threat, he stood his ground with blood dripping from his fingertips onto the pavement below.
When Michael killed- it was gruesome. He was feral about the way he did it- quick but inefficient and yeah the stranger had it right — MESSY.
Eyes turn from the stranger, to the body at his feet. It was torn beyond repair and almost unrecognizable. Lips upturn slightly at the sight of it. Revolting.
‘ A little bit. Who are you? ’
Michael focuses in on the voice ringing in his ears, hits of purple and orange flashing in his eyes. So he was a vampire? Well hadn’t he just made the feast for the other then. Slowly he turns, frame shifting toward the stranger as he wiped his sticky hands desperately on his shirt.
‘ You know that’s how the cat dies, right? I’m Michael. ’
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