𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍│[M!Reader x Highschool DxD - Jeanne D'arc/ Jalter]

-[S.2]-[C.2]- [Uproar]

 [Y/N] - Your Name
[M/N] - Middle Name
[L/N] - Last Name
I
["Talking"]
["SCREAMING"]
["Whispering"]
["Thinking"]

* - Translated directly from Russian.

<<<<<< I >[---]< I >>>>>>

Vincente: ["So?"]

Arms crossed, a glare on his face. Coat and hair waving by the wind, Vincente stood leaning against the wall near the entrance to the bar. Rosalie shrugged, prompting an annoyed and angry groan by the taller of the duo, who glared inside the place. Scum to the right, scum to the left. Whores and prostitutes rubbing their chests on rich men, addicts by the counter sobbing and drinking away their sorrows the whole night.

Vincente: ["Why didn't you Presence him?"]

Rosalie: ["And risk a breach of the Masquerade? I don't want those Cammie bastards on my tail"] Vincente growled again, still glaring inside the bar, with his face scrunched in anger ["We are not in our turf, dude. If he ain't talking, we have to wait for him to be alone-"]

Before the girl could finish talking, she glanced inside, seeing Vincente already in the place and making his way to the counter. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head from side-to-side. She just hung back as Vincente approached the counter, glaring down at the bartender — A gentle-looking, middle-aged man. Red eyes glaring down at him watched carefully, noticing his brow starting to sweat lightly.

Rosalie couldn't hear what they were talking about, but even from so far away, her eyes narrowed, and she could see it; Pupils dilating, veins bulging thanks to the increase of the heartbeat. The sweet scent and taste of Vitae — Tat is, the Kindred's word for "blood" — made her unconsciously lick her lips. How many days had it been since she fed? Three? Four? She had to control herself before starvation.

Vincente: ["TALK ALREADY YOU FUCKING FAGGOT!"]

Rosalie's eyes snapped back to reality once the scream and the thud echoed. Were it not for him holding back, it's likely that Vincente's fist would've dug right through the ground when he smashed it against the counter — Luckily, it just caused the building to shake around a bit. Cursing under her breath, Rosalie approached whilst pulling the beanie she wore down, covering more of her face and also shadowing her eyes.

Rosalie: ["Oi, fucking commie.Chill"] The girl grabbed Vincente by the arm, pulling him back slightly ["He won't be able to talk if you end up splitting his skull in half now, can he?"]

Vincente: ["... I'm very much willing to give it a test"]

His red-glowing eyes snapped back to the man behind the counter, who cowered in fear at Vincente's large fangs — "Just another low-life halfblood", the bigger vampire in the room thought. Rosalie, however, appeared much calmer and collected, sighing as a gentle tug against his trenchcoat was enough to make Vincente step back, the moment the girl herself stepped forward, opening a pretty large, warm, shining smile.

Her eyes glowed not red, but a strange mixture of orange yellow like that of burning fire. The weakling behind the counter split-in-half no longer trembled, and Vincente scoffed while crossing his arms and turning away. To what the lowlifes of the bar was like a queen, a shining woman in golden hair and beautiful eyes, to Vincente was nothing but a cheap trick, a power used to impress people in the corner of the streets.