It had been the smell of the blood that had drawn Ruben out. It was always the blood, that hot, coppery smell that coated the insides of your nostrils and made your mouth water. Or it made his mouth water, anyway. He'd watched the hell hound eat part of the stock boy, the white boxes the guy had been carrying scattering as it leaped out of the shadows. Supposedly the insides were the best part.
He was scratching his stomach idly when he heard footsteps come to a halt nearby, and the warning growl echoed eerily as the monstrosity abandoned its dinner. One of the vampire's long arms reached out, and a hand plucked lightly at the back of the other vamp's shirt. He was close enough to tell that there was no heartbeat within the dark-haired man's chest. The guy was an inch or two taller. As someone who was used to having to look down to make eye contact, Ruben was mildly pleased with that.
"Yer disturbin' him, son."
The beast took a surprisingly delicate step towards them, paws tracking blood as it left the mess behind. Hounds were supposed to be agile fuckers, despite their size. Together, they could probably kill it if they had to, but there was no real loyalty among the undead except between sire and childe. Ruben's other hand closed into a fist.
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on 2014-05-18 08:37 pm (UTC)He was scratching his stomach idly when he heard footsteps come to a halt nearby, and the warning growl echoed eerily as the monstrosity abandoned its dinner. One of the vampire's long arms reached out, and a hand plucked lightly at the back of the other vamp's shirt. He was close enough to tell that there was no heartbeat within the dark-haired man's chest. The guy was an inch or two taller. As someone who was used to having to look down to make eye contact, Ruben was mildly pleased with that.
"Yer disturbin' him, son."
The beast took a surprisingly delicate step towards them, paws tracking blood as it left the mess behind. Hounds were supposed to be agile fuckers, despite their size. Together, they could probably kill it if they had to, but there was no real loyalty among the undead except between sire and childe. Ruben's other hand closed into a fist.
""Leastaways, it ain't got two heads."