Vampires, magical bond and prosecutions!

Chapitre 4

Hi, I'm back!!
As promised in "BTTDG", I post the next chapter of Servamp!!
Have a good reading!

By the way, There may be some mistakes, although I hope not. . .

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The two men gazed at each other for long seconds, one wondering why this strange blond-haired cowboy was looking at him like that, and the other hesitating to run or walk away to avoid attracting attention.

Then he remembered that he was perhaps unknown to the vampire battalion (or at least he believed it very strongly, because it wasn't completely right) and instantly regained his composure.

« Ah! Sorry if I have looked at you too long, he exclaimed in a jovial voice. I've never seen such a strange outfit before! »

And he's the one who speaks, the tall vampire thought, only casting a black glance at him. This guy didn't seems familiar to him, but the way he reacted when he saw him, it seemed like he recognized him. But from where?

« Uh. . . Good! the blondie said after five more long seconds, it's starting to get awkward here so.. . . I think I'll go, huh! Bye! »

And he fled – no, went away at a great step, to disappear at the corner of a street. Left alone, the vampire frowned.

"Weirdo, he muttered before getting back on the road. »

« What do you mean, you met a vampire?

-Well, he had red eyes, super tall, paper bags on his head and he was super weird!

-"Weird"? Then you met by fate.

-How This?

-Don't they say that " those who are alike come together"?

-Hey! I'm not like that!

-It doesn't matter. I'll ask Sakuya if he saw anyone in the photo who matches your description.

-Okay! See you later! »

The dark-haired teen hung up and turned to his best friend who was trying to pack their belongings in a bagoffered by the inn:

"Sakuya, in the picture you saw at the mansion, was there a very tall guy with paper bags on his head?

-Paper bags? Yeah, there was one. Why?

-Because Mikuni passed him in town a few minutes ago. Specifically, he fell on him.

-Logical. And. . . did he suspect anything, that vampire?

-Normally not, but Mikuni told me that he had lost his temper when he saw him, so the answer would be: I hope not.

-Let's just say it's okay then.Your uncle's coming home at noon, isn't he?

-Yes, we'd better go. »

They came out of the room and went downstairs to give the key to the reception desk. The manager, who was half asleep in his chair, raised his head to greet them and asked:

« Tell me, young people, what kind of trouble have you got yourself into this time?

-Nothing serious, don't worry.Everything is under control!

-In our dreams, yes.

-Shut up Sakuya. »

The old man looked very skeptical, bu tthe two teenagers shortened the conversation and left after saying goodbye. All he could do was lay a hand in his hair, mumbling: