Quick little note that I'm sorry this took so long ♡︎
He was smothered in blood. Corpses sorounding him, all in positions that look was if they were bowing down to their murderer. Worshiping the beast. His mouth the most bloodiest of all, especially the inside. He still is unsatisfied. He wants more, he won't hesitate to jump the first person he sees and tear their skin apart. Plus, he's always been fascinated or interested in the human anatomy, muscle, fat, the skeleton, and the taste of it all is especially appealing. So win-win. He was hidden in alley, on a quiet street. Hidden deep within the alley was George with nothing but death. Trash was every where, papers that have flown there from the wind. An alarm suddenly blares in his ears, so loud that he was convinced that birds flew off of the houses and poles. "Damn, poor timing." He got even more frightened, he heard people coming down the street where the alley was. He hid behind some trash cans so that they wouldn't get curious that there was a figure in an alleyway. But that didn't make a difference, they still went down that alleyway, and still saw him. He was found and move quickly. He immediately grabbed who seemed like the leader of the group, who ended up being the leader. They all had sacks with lumps and mini guns. I guess they robbed a bank, most likely was the alarm. George thought. He pressed his sharp nails against his throat, and dug his into the neck until it drew blood. The man gasped. George was threating to kill him if they didn't leave. The leader was awfully confused. He understood he was an hostage, but he was an little hazy on other parts. The other men pulled out their guns and pointed them at the man. "Dont come back here, and never speak of this again."
"We dont threaten you," the man who George was holding said, very cautious of the fingers. "We are alike." The man turned his eyes to be able to see the Vampire. His eyes a pure yellow, not like a werewolf but it was different somehow. George didn't know in what way though. He released his grip, and slowly let go. The man told the men to lower the guns and told George something, "I am an immortal being, cursed by a witch." He showed that the other men had the same eyes as the leader. George was uncomfortable by the silence. "Do you have anywhere to go?" The man questioned. George shook his head, from the long silence it seemed weird to talk. Once again there was a pause between them. The leader seemed to study George, which made George uncomfortable. "Would you like to accompany us?" He asked. "We rob banks, and usually kill lots of people during." Then he added, "we'll give you the leftover body's" he then smiled a big smile. It tempted George to join, plus the guns and free food. But was it a good choice. But then he remembered he had said 'money'.
"I'd love to join, uh.."
"Benedict Barrel, just call me Ben or Ed please." He held out his hand, then George took it.
"So, why would you even need a vampire in your gang?" George asked. He was sitting at a table in the parlor. The entire gang was there, the parlor had a bar with much to choose from. Everyone was drinking.
"It seems like a waste to have them in a morgue or just rotting." Ben said.
"And it's free right? And you split the money equally?" Ben nods his head.
" of course, I don't keep it all for myself." They talked more about the gang. After awhile George talked to the other members. He didn't like one specific one much, Joel Laydon. He was a snob, almost as snotty as the nose on his own face. He once got in a fight with him. Sharp nails versus a small switchblade. Cuts everywhere on both of there body's. "What the hell is going on here?" Ben rushed into the room with another man, Sammy Hunt. Probably is the one who told Ben about this fight. George thought. George lunged at Joel, but timing wasn't on his side. Benedict tried to separate the fight but instead George cut Benedict in the neck instead of Joel. Benedict fell in his knees and grabbed his wound of four claw marks across the side of his neck. "Ah shit!" He started. "I think I need stitches." He pressed his fingers in the wound and checked the depth of it. He was right, it was to deep to not be stitched.
"Who knows how to stitch a wound?" Someone shouted.
"Only George knows how to." Benedict said. He looked at George with a dirty look. Someone came to George with a kit that had the stitching supplies in it. George got on his knees and started cleaning the wound. "Damn it!" He shouted in pain. He clenched his teeth.
"I'm sorry!" George yelled. It made him feel pressured that Benedict was in such pain. He finished cleaning it and put the needle against the skin, he did it as quickly as he could without doing a poor job. He was his boss, he didn't want to harm his boss. Benedict screamed in pain as the others watched stressfully. Eventually all marks were stitched. Benedict was grabbing George's arm so hard it was red. "Can someone get me some whiskey from the bar?" A man left the group and went across the parlor. Once he got the whiskey he asked everyone to leave, as George started to leave Benedict started talking. "George stay for a second."
Benedict got up and walked towards the bar, George following.
"What do you need?" George asked.
"Just wanted to thank you for sewing my cut." He smiled. He refilled his glass with more whiskey. "I'm sorry I gave you that look before you treated my wound, I was just angry at you for the whole thing of you slicing my neck." George hanged his head low.
"Yeah.."
"What even happened to start the fight?" Benedict looked George straight into his eyes.
"He angered me, just being snobby basically." His head was still hung low. Benedict tapped on George's shoulder. "hey, what's wrong?"
"Just feel bad." George met Benedict's eyesight. George started getting nervous, so did Benedict.
"Ben."
"Yeah?"
"This is very awkward." Benedict nodded in agreement. Benedict broke the stare by pouring more whiskey in his glass, but then gave it to George.
"Here, this will help with you being nervous." George gave him a weird look.
"How'd you know I'm nervous."
"Your face is an open book." George sighed. He took the drink from Benedict and took a sip. "Is there something else that is making you upset?" Benedict looked at George with a concerned look on his face, it was very subtle though.
"Just missing some people." He finished the drink, then grabbed the bottle and poured more.
"May I ask who?"
"Sometime around 1875," George said, though looking confused because of how he forgot when the event was. "I had a beautiful girlfriend. We went to a bar, if you were a regular human you would be eaten." He smiled for a second but then continued. "We met a man there, he was very handsome. He had just came to the United States looking for a friend who abandoned him." Benedict grabbed another glass and poured a different drink into it. He was hesitant on every move though. "Turns out he was looking for my girlfriend, he went to jail and she couldn't handle being away from him for over a year. So she wanted a romantic relationship with someone else so she wouldn't be alone and then moved here." He put his head down onto the bar. "I had a romantic relationship with both, the girl, Esmeralda had to leave so I got together with him." He smiled, it was so huge it went ear-to-ear. "I miss them both." He then frowned. He put his head back up and looked at Benedict. He studied him for awhile. He gulped and then said, "I miss you."
