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What the fuck was he looking at; really everybody looked, but him of all people what the fuck did he think he was doing. The slender and small and pathetic social reject would not stop. Every class, every lunch and probably while he was walking home too. The boy was the same year, class and course: arcane martials in the art of combat and defence. He often looked at under the cover of the obnoxious and impractical clothing hiding almost his whole body, Braham had to obviously look back to confirm he was actually staring; it often looked like the boy was entirely enthralled with him, as if there was something extraordinarily special about him.
One conclusion and one conclusion only, fucking vampire. Scum like them ran rampant through the citadel city streets. Maybe it was the whip on his hip: the vampires bane, the scornful looks from fear? Gods he wanted to eat him, that why he looked at him like he wanted to devour him, because he really fucking did. See where that gets you Mayan you fuck.
He walked down the street after school, the streets sang with people and was festively decorated by them, good cover. Braham weaved his way through crowds and avoided as many people as possible, while desperately clawing for Mayan in his chase. His heart was heavy and his stomach swirled with worry, but he tricked himself into believing his head was steadfast and unshakable. The sun was setting but the roaring of the festive streets had been slowly tuned out for shaky whispers and troubled looks, if this was where he's from he certainly fit in. A dilapidated apartment block, certainly not good. The citadel had rough parts but compared to everything this ''rough'' area had to offer, this building even stood out.
Not good man, Braham wasn’t small but he wasn’t huge. He had to be careful, this was for sure. Be cool be cool, you're built for this. Through the dingy hallway he followed him up the stairs that hugged the wall on the far side, up and to the right in a strange type of box lounge. The night was dark but moonlight shown through this second story window; Mayan was glowing in the pale moonlight, the ashy dark red skin of a lonely Tiefling illuminated.
He stopped, not good. He sniffed, Not good. Shadows began to dance on the wall and swarm at Mayans feet, not good not good.
Mayan coldly and emotionally void demanded, ''go home Braham's''
Brahams stood and readied the whip to his side, he knew his name this was practiced, no if it was practiced why go home, but why use magic when there's no hostility, not good. Defiantly and self-assured the way he knew to speak, the way the hero's spoke ''why have u been staring at me''
The magic stopped dancing, the shadows dispersed. He turned, horns pierced forth from his temples small and upturning. He wore a long draping black over coat and a simple button up shirt, seemed above his paygrade if he lived here, his khakis were worn and so were his shoes that made more sense. His face was strange it felt soft, but gaunt. He looked as if he was hiding being worn out, Brahams knew he was hiding something. But a shocked face was plastered on his stupid face, and a bright burn of pink painted his cheeks, because he's been caught, gods how pathetic.
''WHAT?''
''you’ve been eyeing me haven't u''
''w-what are you talking about man and how are you here?'' the blush was stronger now, he stepped back and shrunk into his jacket.
''I'm here because I know what you are'' he growled, he wanted to impose, he was meant for this show him.
''you know, like actually how?''
''Because you’ve been eyeing me like you want to devour me, you never go outside and have no friends''
''so you're trying to uhhh what?''
''Kill you, dumbass'' he approached now, unfurling the whip and tensing his hand.
''WHAT, just because I'm gay, h-hey you also have no friends man, you're joking right?''
Brahams stopped in his tracks.
''what?''
''what?''
'' I'm here to kill you cuz you're a vampire man''
Fuck, how in the world did he know, why him gods why him.
Mayans face darkened, the blush disappeared. He started talking to himself, mumbling.
No please not him, anyone but him, don’t make him take this one.
Every aspect of his life fucking ruined by tha-
CRACK
Beside Mayans head a whip cracked, a precise and practised aim, purely meant to intimidate.
''Brahams don’t do this, you don’t want this fight j-just please man.'' the shadows coalesced again. His face turned dark and sullen.
''this is all I want, freak'' he unfurled the second whip and began cracking and whipping them both. He was putting on a show.
''this is what I'm fucking made for man, I'm a monster killing machine, this shits my goal, this shits my life.'' he lunged forward and struck Mayan in the center of the chest, a biblical punishment for this beast, the loud crack reverberated against the hall and Mayan slumped on the floor holding his gash.
No sounds of hurt left his lips. He stood slowly as the fresh and flooding gash stained his clothes.
''work on your lines man, that was awful, have u actually heard people speak before?'' Mayan let a grin slide across his face, he saw the angry look in Brahams eyes. Messy hair crowded the boys face, the bags under his eyes told more than he was ever willing to share. The scar Mayan always noticed was still creeping up from underneath his white school shirt, and newly added cross chest bandolier, it crept up and made a jagged mess of his pale lips.
The shadows slinked up his body and covered Mayans arms, they formed a solid wrap like barrier, as the whips let loose on his forearms. Mayan studied for a moment, wait for the right time and-
Thwip
He grabbed one of the whips, he saw the shock on Brahams face. With great force, he pulled and Brahams came launched through the air. A violent kick landed to the hunters stomach. he dropped violently to the floor, on his side with a groan. That didn’t feel good. Not good.
Not good at all.
Mayan felt regret, another one dead, another curse, another curse to bear.
Smile, your better than this, you don’t feel pain, but gods it feels bad.
With quick recovery he tried to strike at the vampire from the ground, as he dove over him and held his hands in place. Mayan lorded over him, that stupid stupid shit eating grin still plastered across his face.
its not for show, its not for show
its how you feel, its how you feel
remember that
''GET HRGGH OFF'' Brahams struggled under his grip
Mayan couldn’t help but chuckle, mocking the poor hunter beneath him. Brahams thrashed and turned to no avail.
Through his grin, holding back his laugh,'' you're not very good at this are you? Might want to choose a different life''
No not now please don’t do this, this is what you’re meant for, fucking idiot dammit.
Tears formed, then ran down his cheeks, for what was his purpose, what was his life?
They died for you, and what are you doing with it. This life whatever it was, fucking pathetic excuse of a life, of a hunter, of a boy, of a daughter.
Fuck he had really got him with that one.
Mayan snuck closer to the pitiful hunter beneath him, bearing unnatural fangs.
He was crying wait what?
No god this should've been better, you've upset him. He looks, oh gods he looks pitiful, he looks like he needs his mom.
Mayan leaped up and backed away from the boy, regret pooled in his stomach and his mouth opened but didn’t let forth any words or reassurance, if that was what he was even looking for. Brahams leaped to his feet and pointed a knife from the bandolier forth.
''I'm sorry, a-are you ok dude?''
Brahams wiped tears from his face, ''don’t try and fucking trick me now you fuckin' asshole''
The blush came back, how he could swap like that.
''I stared cuz I wanted to get to know you man''
A brief thoughtful silence filled the air
''what?''
''you don’t hang out with anybody, you're like me. At least I thought you were, I just thought we were like similar I guess, that we could find common ground, like be friends?''
Brahams scoffed harshly, as to plunge it into his opponents neck, ''with a vampire don’t make me laugh, you're trying to trick me, I know you are.''
''I had you dead to rights why wouldn’t I have just killed you?''
He saw Brahams search for an answer but didn’t bother waiting for a reply
''Brahams, let's go do something man. Hang out or something, please. I can tell you about this vampire shit, its way more complicated than it looks. A vampire and a hunter, that sounds like I don't know like a play or something right?. ''
Mayan smiled, not a grin
''How do I know you're not lying'' he thrust the knife forward in an attempt to make whatever was left of his defence more up to par.
He poked his fingers into the still bleeding gash,'' this hasn't healed, holy symbols carved on your whip?''
Brahams teary wet eyes were looking at him, god please just trust him, that’s all he wanted now. The hunter nodded like a child agreeing to a treat after a tantrum.
''I won't eat'' his eyes pleaded, and his lips ripped out the words, why did it have to be like this.'' it won't heal if I don't eat, im hungry as it is, no reserves, you can check the next time I see you.''
''Why do this'' the hunters knife slashed at his side, aggressive but not to the vampire now, progress?
''I told you, I want to get to know you, we can help each other trust me we can please.''
The hunter looked and waited
''please'' he spoke softly, but more desperate somehow, not in tone but the very fact of repeating himself, and pleading to him.
Brahams lowered the knife, though not completely
''Mayan, swear to me this isnt a trick.''
''I swear''
''I swear to the gods if this is trap, I'll come back and haunt you forever, it's my li-'' he thought about saying life, but decided not to. In fact he stopped speaking at all. Blush formed across his cheeks like they hadn't in a long time, gods what a prick.
Mayan laughed and knew what why he had stopped.
''it's a deal then, my hunter'' that grin once again sliding across his face.
He spoke aggravated but, he wouldn’t be honest if he said he did find some humour in the words they both spoke
''I'm not you're anything monster''