『︎❝︎ Jeremiah Greyson, a odd combination of a werewolf and vampire. And, as both were mortal enemies, neither groups had accepted him as part of their species.
Although, there are a few who do not believe that. They believe that he can belong in ei...
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CHAPTER THREE: dead man's party
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JEREMIAH GREYSON HAD BEEN LAID DOWN ON A BED. Thehybrid felt the difference between the couch he had set himself on and the bed he was currently on. But, he couldn't remember getting up and moving in the first place. He did remember calling Raphael, but he wasn't sure it was him. He didn't feel like another person was in the room.
He always could feel when Raphael was there; he could feel the disappointment from Raphael before he woke up, usually. He had told Raphael that. The vampire told him to stop being dramatic and that he wasn't funny. Jeremiah thought it was funny to see how annoyed Raphael looked. Another thing he had good, Raphael. The vampire threatened to rip his tongue from the hybrid's mouth.
Jeremiah rolled off the bed, flipping himself to stand on his feet, shaking his head to clear off the bit of dizziness.
"Jeremiah lay back down; you are safe here," a voice called; the hybrid looked over as Magnus walked in.
"Magnus," Jeremiah spoke, breathing out as he immediately dropped his fighting stance.
"Raphael called," Magnus speaks again, bringing in a platter. "he would like for me to watch over you."
"I'm barely younger than him, and he treats me like a child," Jeremiah grumbled, looking down at his blood-stained shirt. "You've got a shirt that I can borrow?" The brunette asked the warlock with a blue-dyed strip of hair.
Jeremiah removed his shirt, frowning down at it. "I really liked this shirt."
Jeremiah was unaware of Magnus's eyes on him as the warlock paused in his reply when he had seen the other remove his shirt. Jeremiah looked up, then seeing how Magnus was staring at him. The hybrid glanced at where his wound had used to be, but it was gone. As was the blood. "What? Do I have blood on my face?"
Magnus then looked up at the other's face, tearing his eyes away from Jeremiah's body; he smiled, lifting his hand and making a button-down, with the top two buttons unbuttoned appear on the other.
"Thanks..." Jeremiah awkwardly replied, but not fixing the buttons. "So, where to?" He asked, pushing back his hair. "A club, again?" He smiled. Magnus just smiled back at him, while Jeremiah raised at eyebrow. "I swear if you try to dye my hair to match you're again, are you?" §.•'¨'°÷•..× ꇘꄱꂵꑾꃲꄱꃸꌥ ꓅ꄱ ꒒ꄱ꒦ꑾ ×,.•'¨'°÷•..§
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