Gentle Fangs And Bloody Stakes

Always Been Connected

Dumbass vampire, always doing whatever the hell you want. Always running away. 

       It was the night we first met Poppy when she entered the bar with seemingly the same goal as me. I felt your presence outside the door. I was on alert cause a vampire was standing out the hunter's bar. Yet, I waited to see if they would make a move because he didn't feel malicious. And it felt like he was standing still. Then the presence faded. So, I didn't think much of it at the time. Then the same vampire appeared again a month later, the day Poppy sold me out. 

        "Aren't you the King's little assistant?" A rough-looking group of men approached Poppy. 

"Yes, so if you don't want to get on his bad side, I'd suggest leaving me alone," the human Poppy threatened. 

The roughhouser who the others appeared to follow, moves closer to Poppy's ear, the tip of his fang grazing it, "Considering you're keeping a slayer from him, wouldn't you be on his bad side," the roughhouser poses a question, already having the answer in his mind. 

Poppy's skin started to sweat, "You haven't turned me in, what do you want?" Poppy interrogates, swallowing her nervousness to have the answer to that. 

The rough group of men smirk, "The slayer," 

So, they want that Gutsy guy. Lucien did tell me that a slayer's blood is the greatest taste in the world to vampire's, not to mention makes them stronger. But they can't take it by force, so what's their angle? 

"Are you going to help us? Or would you rather have Lucien rip you limb from limb for your betrayal?" The vamp threatens ominously. 

Poppy squeezes her black fist together, "I'll help you," she reluctantly agrees. 

     The next day, when Poppy went into the bar, James and Gutsy were arguing per usual. Which was only halted when Poppy asked to talk to James outside. 

The tall, muscle man leaned against the steel wall in the back of the bar, sparking his match to light his cigarette. He exhaled smoke then asked, "I'll say this bluntly, if you're going to confess, don't." 

Poppy chuckled, "while you are my type, I see who your eyes are always on. Do you think Gutsy cares for you the same?" 

"Not sure to be honest but if he did, he'd still never admit it. Nothing else to expect from him. He doesn't mind getting in bed with me though." James threw the cig on the dirt ground to stomp it out. "Is this really the pointless thing you called me out for?" 

"No... I just think...he's cares about you more than you think," Poppy gave a twisted smile looking down at the ground, as bodies dashed passed her and James was gone in a flash. 

Gutsy ran out of the bar, "Punk James, I felt a bunch of vampires-" Gutsy yells are halted by Poppy's cries. 

"They took James and left this." Poppy cried, holding up a note. Gutsy snatched the note out her hand, that read, "Take his place if you want him to live." with an address under it. Gutsy crumbled up the paper in one swoop. His sandy brown-face omitting a murderous aura and he dashed off. 

Clap, clap, clap, "you're a great actor, Lucien's little assistant." One of the goons gave her a round of applause, coming out of the woods. 

"Shut the hell up. And why are you still here?"

"Our boss said if you help us, you'd be safe from Lucien. But not from us." 

Poppy tried to run away but is quickly swooped up. 

         Gutsy arrived at the location on the paper that turned out to be an old jailhouse. He felt nothing but pressure from the hordes upon hordes of vampires waiting inside but he stepped his foot inside anyway. Cackling, glares, trembling, gawking, catcalling, he received all types of reactions from the thousands of vampires. Examining him like a circus attraction from above, piled up on the stairs, railings, balconies. as Gutsy marched through the small hallway. The door at the end creaked open.