[ it's near dawn when he hears it: a beating heart.
the pulse is rapid, a loud drum that even he is drawn to. but larus knows better. he knows that whatever it is – most likely human – is as good as dead before the sun comes up. which is why he continues making his way south through the dark without bothering to stop for whatever sounds rise up in the night. long ago, before the world swarmed with vampires, it used to bother him. strange, maybe, since he, too, was also a creature of the shadows, but it's the bloodlust he wants no part of. the destruction. it's everywhere, and worse, he wears a target on his back that invites many of them to try to kill him.
if it's a human, he hopes they die swiftly.
if it's a human, they probably won't.
larus thinks about it as he walks, only a block away from the safe house he's going to pass the day in when he smells it. fresh blood, human and vampire both. he grits his teeth, grinding down to ignore the prick of his fangs, and when he catches sight of the hooded figure fleeing in his direction, the echo of that heartbeat vibrates all the way through him almost enough to distract him from the fact this person is being stalked. he growls, darting forward and catching them briefly by the elbow. ]
Red door down the street. Go.
[ and without another word, he lets them go as he steps right into the path of the vampires. they attack, of course. they always do. but larus is faster, ducking and smashing one's face through a wall before he tears the other apart using his teeth. the taste of that blood is bitter and makes him nauseous – or maybe hungry, he can't tell – but he spits it out regardless, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket as he backs away and disappears once more in retreat. he meets the stranger at his safe house and rattles the door as he works it open. ]
You're a fool for coming here. [ and he bares stained teeth like it will prove something. ]
apocalypse au.
the pulse is rapid, a loud drum that even he is drawn to. but larus knows better. he knows that whatever it is – most likely human – is as good as dead before the sun comes up. which is why he continues making his way south through the dark without bothering to stop for whatever sounds rise up in the night. long ago, before the world swarmed with vampires, it used to bother him. strange, maybe, since he, too, was also a creature of the shadows, but it's the bloodlust he wants no part of. the destruction. it's everywhere, and worse, he wears a target on his back that invites many of them to try to kill him.
if it's a human, he hopes they die swiftly.
if it's a human, they probably won't.
larus thinks about it as he walks, only a block away from the safe house he's going to pass the day in when he smells it. fresh blood, human and vampire both. he grits his teeth, grinding down to ignore the prick of his fangs, and when he catches sight of the hooded figure fleeing in his direction, the echo of that heartbeat vibrates all the way through him almost enough to distract him from the fact this person is being stalked. he growls, darting forward and catching them briefly by the elbow. ]
Red door down the street. Go.
[ and without another word, he lets them go as he steps right into the path of the vampires. they attack, of course. they always do. but larus is faster, ducking and smashing one's face through a wall before he tears the other apart using his teeth. the taste of that blood is bitter and makes him nauseous – or maybe hungry, he can't tell – but he spits it out regardless, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket as he backs away and disappears once more in retreat. he meets the stranger at his safe house and rattles the door as he works it open. ]
You're a fool for coming here. [ and he bares stained teeth like it will prove something. ]