Fighting Our Tainted Fate

Eyes [4]

Bloodshot eyes.

Open, frozen in shock forever as they seemed to stare right at him. They had been doing this for a while and he wanted them to stop staring, but he knew that a body couldn't do such a thing. A body dumped as a useless rag that had finally fulfilled its duty. To be food, just like him.

The only difference between them was that he still had some time. Time that his mother didn't have anymore.

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Waking up from nightmares was never a fun thing, especially when you were sleeping on a tree branch and fell off it. Luckily he caught himself on time and didn't sustain any injuries, but next time he should just sleep on the ground to avoid the whole ordeal. At least this time he wasn't sleeping in an alleyway, being woken up by someone.

Glancing over to the sky he assumed that it was getting close to four. Which meant the sun was going to set soon and he was going to start hunting.

He wonders how much longer he'll be able to stay here. Maybe an extra month or two if he is lucky. Not that he is in any rush to leave. But this job isn't the most secure and when you stay for too long vampires usually start to form plans on eliminating you. Essentially it gets more complicated and dangerous, and what he usually does is hunt for a couple months in one area before moving onto another. Of course that was his strategy for Manburg. But the problem is that this area is much more spacious, towns can span many miles away from each other and identification is never needed. Something different from the tight districts and strict guard watches in Manburg.

Shuffling came from behind him and instinctively he grabbed for his hatchet. The previous thoughts left him as he stared over at the greenery in anticipation. His eyes frantically trying to find glimpses of whatever made that sound.

Silence proceeded, and after a while he was starting to think that maybe it was just a squirrel or something. If only he didn't feel like he had a pair of eyes on him. Boring right into him.

"I know you're out there. Stop hiding," He spoke, and a few seconds later shuffling came in as a response. Which soon revealed a blonde haired man, wearing a dark green cloak and a bucket hat. His eyes were a pure blue color, but vampires could always change their eye color back to the ones they had as a human so it was irrelevant. Smell was the biggest indicator, but he wasn't risking getting close so he would have to observe through sight. Which was already hard enough since it was getting darker.

"Sorry, wasn't tryin' to scare you mate," They answered, seeming to not be affected by the hatchet he was wielding. He didn't like that reaction, it was the same cockiness he would experience many times with his opponents before he bashed in their skull.

"What's a young one like you doin' in here?"

"Walking around," He answered, lying through his teeth like it was second nature. And that's when he noticed some weird black mass hovering behind the man. He peered slightly, trying to identify it. Maybe it was a weapon? Or someone else?

"That won't do. The sun's setting' and-" They stepped forward, and that's when he caught a pungent scent from them.

Vampire.

"Don't move," He growled, causing the others' movement to stop. They lifted their arms weakly, a small surrendering motion being shown.

"Alright."

And there they stood, as he tried grasping onto the common identifiers of a vampire on this man. Acting rashly would be stupid (he didn't want to kill an innocent man), and it seemed the other was letting him just analyze him. A strange move for sure, vampires usually caught on that you knew so they would just directly attack. But this one seemed oddly compliant.