Miricles and Murder (Kurloz X reader)

Part 1

(Okay, the world in this story is not any of the Homestuck timelines, or likely ever will be. It is a universe entirely of my own making! Which means that more creatures exist than just trolls and humans, such as vampires, werewolves, sorcerers, etc. Also, the reader lives/works at a place I refer to as the "Safehouse." It is a place where a member of ANY species can seek residence and/or protection from if they need to, and act as a sort of neutral territory between the different species. The sole authority is the owner (you)—not the government, not the city/state, not even the Grand Highblood himself. And one more thing: trolls are not the dominant species here, as so many other fics imply. There are too many other "red-blooded" creatures for the hemospectrum to be viable. An uprising would likely spell genocide for the troll species, which are already resented due to the usual prejudices against a minority—as well as their naturally violent personalities. This story is entirely for entertainment purposes! If you don't find the idea entertaining, then feel free to ignore this story. But I hope you will enjoy it anyway. Sorry, but I felt the need to explain this before starting the show, so to speak. >(^-^)< )

He walks silently through the stone maze of the city, the high buildings of brickwork enveloping him and throwing their grey heads high into the air to silently scream at the full moon above. The wind screams between them and masks any noises that the troll could make, which suits his actions perfectly. He is hunting.

As the tall creature comes to the end of the alleyway he has been traversing he pauses, spotting a human female strolling up the sidewalk with a large white dog at her side and a few bags hanging from her arms, her features mostly masked by the moonlight. What was she doing out here all alone? Doesn't she know how dangerous it is this late at night? He frowns, the stitching over his mouth pulling at his skeletal, makeup-coated skin. Something is off about her, but he can't quite place what it is...and he doesn't have the time to analyze strange females sauntering around at the deadliest hours of the night, either. With a quiet huff he turns to leave, but just as he does the direction of the wind changes. A scent comes to his nostrils, something other than the attractive odor of the woman and the earthy smell of the dog.

His prey.

Kurloz freezes, listening to the sounds around him for signs of life or danger, and when he finds none he slowly presses himself against the wall deepest in shadow. With a turn of his head he spies the human nearly parallel to his position, the only distance being the wide street that separates them. He knows what his prey is after, and that girl doesn't even suspect a thing. He tries to calm his racing heart, vowing that he will kill that monster tonight, even as a part of him shrinks away from the act.

The animal lifts its snout, a menacing growl ripping from its throat. Something flashes behind them, in the alleyway they are passing, and his senses alert to the presence. The girl stills, seeming to heed the warning from her companion, and looks about warily. But she doesn't see the weapon raised behind her.

With a burst of speed the troll shoots himself forward, leaping over her as the blunt weapon is brought down near her head, aiming for her collarbone. His momentum hits the figure and the two of them roll, slamming into the unforgiving, hard-packed earth and trash of the far alleyway. Immediately they are enveloped in shadows, and Kurloz springs back to his feet to face his opponent. The tall horns and indigo eyes of the other troll copy his own, and a dark, evil laugh rolls from the figure. Kurloz grips the weapon he has wrested from him, a heavy club so coated in blood that it's hard to tell what the original colors had been. A snarl brings his attention back to the woman, who has not screamed despite the sudden appearance of two highblooded trolls, which are known around here for their cruelty and violence. The other troll looks lazily behind him to see her as well, and Kurloz realizes that there is nothing between his opponent and escape except her. If he could have cursed he would have, but he settles for an angry growl and launches himself at the fellow highblood before he can make his attempt at escape—as he always does. It laughs, taking him by the horn and slamming him into the jagged wall, bloodying his face on the brickwork. Kurloz hisses as the pressure used nearly snaps the appendage off, pain shooting through his scalp, and he is reminded of the strength his bloodline possesses. The figure at his back laughs, ripping the club back into his possession.