"Fuckwit?!" The Insult Was Echoed Loudly As Rudy Whipped His Head Around To Stare Directly At Him, Eyebrows

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The point of fiction is actually to put that guy in a situation™️, and he might try to tell you the point is to then get him out of the situation, WRONG, second situation

Me in the middle of being tortured : I hate this song can you skip it please

what do you mean napping isn't a good coping mechanism. what do you mean my problems are still here

Everything seemed to move in slow motion, but it must have lasted seconds. Multiple cracks rang out as the hunter unleashed a barrage of silver bullets towards them, forgoing any accuracy in determination to find their target. It was wild and unpredictable, the vampire flinching with each sharp sound as he expected to feel white-hot flashes of pain. But nothing came. Some stray bullets embedded themselves in the tree trunk besides him, chips of bark raining down on him, but the rest had found his unexpected saviour. A cheek was grazed, whilst a front right leg was hit; a valiant sacrifice made by a complete stranger for the sake of somebody he knew nothing about. At least, that was what Rudy believed. He had no idea that a certain bartender had brought him up in conversation with this creature. What a small world! But that was hardly important right now; they were still being attacked whilst the vampire remained on the ground. This was no good. He was a sitting duck, fading into the background whilst somebody else took the brunt of his own misfortune.

Wiping away the blood from his face, caused by skidding a few metres across the rough ground, Rudy blinked away any excess mud that had collected in his eyes. He felt rough, left shoulder voicing its displeasure at being moved, but there was a newfound determination within him. Scrambling to rise, using the tree trunk as support, the vampire twisted around to face the large dog with enough time to see him absolutely wreck the hunter. There was a horrendous noise of bone hitting bone, his wide cranium colliding with a pliant set of human ribs, forcing the softer body to fling backwards and land against gravel with a heavy thud. Some graveside ornaments were destroyed in the process, fake flowers and remembrance plaques crushed under the weight of the hunter. He missed the headstones by a couple centimetres, thankfully, but it was a close one.

"Fuckin' hell," it was the only thing Rudy could think to say in the silence that followed, eyes darting between the crumpled body and his current company. Given the size of this creature, towering way above the vampire, there was no way anybody could survive a strike like that. He even found himself clutching his own chest in some strange sort of sympathy, face contorting into a grimace at the thought of numerous broken ribs and whatever internal damage was sustained. "...That's one way to do it, I suppose." As his attention finally shifted to address the other, a thank-you resting on the tip of his tongue, a faint sound pulled him back across the graveyard. It was the tell-tale signs of a heartbeat, fluttering and kicking back into a steady rhythm, belonging to their supposed dead hunter.

Rudy was on him in an instance, watching as the man attempted to grapple for his gun again, but a heavy combat boot slammed down upon the hand reaching for it. The hunter released an agonised yell, trying and failing to thrash his way to freedom, scaring off a few nearby crows perched on a tree branch; they were fascinated by the events unfolding, watching everything with beady-black eyes. But they took the new scuffle as their cue to leave. Murky-yellow eyes ringed in red stared down at the man, razor-sharp fangs dropping as he spoke. "Try it, mate." A lopsided grin graced his pale features, darkened veins underneath his skin spreading like lightning down the sides of his neck. They disappeared underneath his white tank top, but it was safe to assume that they were everywhere.

"Not so bold now, yeah?" The moment Rudy finished his sentence, a warm sensation suddenly hit the centre of his cheek, and he realised with utter disgust that the man had spat at him. "...Are you actually bein' serious? Tell me you're jokin'." Sucking on his fangs, the vampire pushed past the nausea that threatened to crawl up his throat, releasing a low noise of discomfort. As if! To make matters worse, the hunter started laughing, but that was soon cut off as Rudy dropped into a crouch over his body and sunk his fangs into his carotid artery. Like a dog with a fresh piece of meat, he latched on until there was complete silence from his tormentor. Even his blood tasted rotten, and once he tore away, the vampire spat the rest of it on the ground, making sure to land it on the grass and nowhere near the graves.

"Prick," he added, hands clenching and relaxing a couple times in a bid to steady his temper. Take it easy, Rudy! It was over and done with now. But there was still an undercurrent of frustrated energy rushing through his body, so the vampire took a moment to pace between the nearest graves, cracking each knuckle to relieve some tension. All good. Tearing off a leaf from a bush, he used it to wipe away the spit from his cheek, throwing the offensive item on the ground afterwards. Ugh. Once that was done, Rudy turned his attention back to his very patient company, releasing a void breath. Now that there was time to fully assess him, the gravity of what, exactly, he was staring at hit him. Apart from the ability to conjure up mist at will, alongside a large set of fangs and an overall menacing aura, the sheer size of him was daunting. A dog the size of a horse belonged in a nightmare, not standing an arms-width away from him, but the vampire found himself rooted to the spot without fear.

"Your leg," he pointed out with a concerned frown, watching as black mist seeped out from a wound sustained from the earlier attack. "That must hurt. You honestly didn't have to do that, yeah? He was after me, mate." But it was too late now. "...thank you, though." He didn't want to sound ungrateful. Running his fingers through dirt-clogged curls, Rudy steadily returned to a regular appearance, any evidence of vampirism disappearing within moments. "What can I do to help? Let me help, yeah?" It was the least he could do after the creature took a silver bullet for him.

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It was most likely just as well that Leofric had had the night off. He had chosen to take a long walk in his true form, just to give himself a break from being inside a human form that always felt too small.

However, it didn't take all that long before he felt a familiar disturbance in the air.

Hunter...

Thankfully from what he could gather the smell, it was only one. The bad news was that they were already pursuing a target. And so Leofric only saw one option; hunt the hunter in return.

So he sprinted towards where the feeling and the scent was coming from. He also followed the sounds of the gunshots, running through walls and cars like they weren't even there at all.

He recognised the sunglasses when he saw the young man who was being chased down, having now fallen over as he had arrived. Ray-Bans. Was this the lad William had befriended at The Falling Star?

He simply gave a doglike grunt through his muzzle on the warning of them having a gun, just to show he had heard and was acknowledging it.

That gave Leofric all the more resolve to send this hunter on his way before any actual harm was done. And the fact that they chose not to run. Leofric still stood his ground however, pulling his lips back to bare his sharp teeth, before he then leapt.

One of the silver bullets did graze his cheek, and the other got the top of his front right leg, and while it hurt terribly and caused a black mist to seep from the wound, Leofric did his absolute his best not to show any pain. Instead, he threw himself at the hunter with all his strength and might, lowering his head as he did, so they would get the full brunt of the headbutt he was intending to bash them with.

when i go on a walk and pet a cat thats the real me

it's me and my fear of abandonment against the world

"...what was that, man?" Rudy heard him clearly, but the show of kindness short-circuited his mind. A complete stranger was willing to potentially put his own life on the line for somebody else; it was totally unheard of! But man, was it appreciated. His hand slapped down upon the offered one as his body started sliding down against the brick wall, steadying himself with their help, but the connection was soon broken as the vampire sharply pulled away. He kept forgetting how cold his skin was. "Shit! Sorry..." but his apology was not for the abnormal temperature. It was for the prominent smear of blood against their palm, transferred from his abdomen wounds. There was a brief flash of panic across his expression, thoughts turning to being judged by them. "I haven't got anythin'. No diseases, or nothin'." As was the misconception for somebody like him during the certain decade he died in, but the stranger couldn't know that. He was being paranoid, the words slipping out as a knee-jerk reaction after years of defending himself against his conservative father.

"Can you...can you just get my Rays, please?" Breaking eye contact with the male, Rudy glanced down the alleyway to spot the familiar black shades. They were a few metres shy of ending up in a drain, which was a huge relief. He could replace the lenses, but they would never feel fully hygienic after being covered in dirty rainwater and God knows what else. "I think the bastard broke them..." With a sigh, the vampire pressed his back further against the brick wall, focusing on remaining upright. His hand continued holding his injuries, rivulets of blood seeping between his slim fingers. All he wanted to do was lie down and let his body do the rest. He wasn't overly concerned since he was capable of healing, but the searing pain was a bitch. It felt like his abdomen was being repeatedly stabbed with a hot-poker, and nausea settled deep in the pit of his stomach.

As his Ray-Bans were returned, the vampire studied them and noticed that, sure enough, the lenses were cracked. "Oh, you absolute prick!" His insult was directed towards the unconscious form laying nearby, and he grumbled as he settled them back over his nose. The action left a littering of bloody fingerprint marks on the side of his face, but Rudy paid no mind. They would do for now until he got them repaired, their presence giving him a small amount of comfort in this downright miserable situation. "Thanks," he added, giving the stranger a crooked grin. Now for his baseball bat. Blinking against the vertigo, he very slowly bent down to reach for where it landed besides his boots, but the movement caused another wave of nausea to appear. So he gave up, knowing what followed. It was an unfortunate side effect of his vampirism, and nobody wanted to see the disgusting black mess that his stomach decided to offer up.

"Would you mind? I'm not feelin' so hot right now." He explained, pointing down at the baseball bat. After a beat, he laughed at the irony of his sentence that would remain an inside joke. "I think I need to lie down. Yeah," he agreed with himself, despite staring at the stranger for another opinion. It would be impossible to explain why a first aid kit would do nothing for him, or why he had yet to ask for a trip to the hospital. "A nice lie down, right?" He couldn't remember where he parked his car, and he was beginning to wonder whether he drove here at all, but that was ridiculous. He would never leave Erika behind. "I want to get out of here before he wakes up."

Russell had been making his way home from work. It had been a pretty ordinary day, but the time to strike against Five's base was drifting ever closer and that was sending his thoughts into overdrive.

But his chest, back and fingertips suddenly pulsed with static, forcing him out of his own mind (and the horrible possibilities it was coming up with) and he heard the sound of someone cussing out in a pained voice, and sounding very unhappy about what had just happened.

Shit...

Russell couldn't leave someone that might have needed help behind. So he followed the sounds of the commotion. His first thought was that Five was attacking yet another person who was just minding their own business. On getting to the entrance of the alleyway, Russell realised that it wasn't Five, but a hunter was still attacking someone.

Russell was as quiet as possible as he worked out an attack plan. The stranger would need help. But it seemed that before he even had a chance to try and do anything, the would-be victim had retaliated enough to subdue his attacker.

His body stiffened when he realised that he was being approached then. Did this man think he was also going to attack him?

"H-hey, I'm, I'm, I'm not gonna, gonna hurt you," Russell said, before he then dared to approach as well. The static in his chest, fingers and back fired up again, trying to warn him to leave while he still could, but he ignored it, "I, I'm, I'm here, here to help."

Russell wasn't exactly sure how he could help. He didn't exactly know what this man was, and whether first aid would actually do anything. The cuts looked pretty deep and the pungent smell of burning skin hung in the air like smoke.

"What, what do, do you need me to, to do?" Russell then asked, as he got closer then, offering a hand so the stranger could try and steady himself, "I, I got a first aid kit, but... I, I don't know how, how effective that, that'll be."

13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . Gabriel wondered, would his new companion show up on film?

100 NONVERBAL PROMPTS // Accepting

"...ow, shit." A sharp jab against his bottom lip made the vampire flinch in surprise, releasing the small sewing needle that was held firmly between his teeth. Not the best place to put it. "Ah, c'mon. Where'd you go?" Laughing quietly to himself, which was definitely the first sign of madness, Rudy glanced down at his lap where his black bomber jacket was draped across it. He'd spent the past half an hour choosing between numerous new patches, purchased earlier that evening in an independent quirky shop down a little side street, before meticulously stitching them into the material. He settled on a smiley face wearing sunglasses (it was him!) and a pair of fangs dripping blood (because he loved the irony). But the most difficult decision to make was deciding where to place them, since there was hardly any space left after owning the piece of clothing since '80, but the vampire managed to find room for them. One was slapped haphazardly near the left pocket, whilst the other was near the collar, and it was that one he was currently working on before dropping the needle.

"...I just had it?" He muttered in confusion, grasping his jacket and giving it a good shake, hoping to see or hear the needle falling onto the floor. Nope. But his attention was abruptly distracted by the sound of his boombox stuttering through a song, struggling to commit to the next verse of 'Dancing With Myself' by Billy Idol, before falling into complete silence. The cassette tape was old, scratched from decades of overuse, but he wondered whether it was the system, instead. He hoped not, because that particular model was no longer in production. He could search around for a vintage repair shop, but part of him was paranoid that they would cause further damage; he was way too attached to the boombox. A bit like Erika, despite all her sporadic mechanical faults and unpredictable attitude, Rudy was unwilling to part with something that belonged to his past. He was sentimental.

"Give it a slap, will you, Gabe? Pretty please." Snorting out a laugh, the request was directed towards the werewolf without glancing up, focusing on finding the needle once more. He knew the other sat closest to the boombox, though he was feeling rather lazy right now. Ah, there it was! Nestled in the bottom fold of his tank top, which he deftly plucked up and resumed attaching the patch by jabbing the needle into its previous place. They were currently hanging out in his repaired factory many months later, the smashed windows replaced with tougher ones and the front door secured back on its track with upgraded locks. Their conversation faded into comfortable silence as they concentrated on their own activity, allowing the music to play as background noise. Well...it was. "Oi, Gabe? Did you fall asleep-"

A short flash of white light entered the corner of Rudy's vision, disappearing as quickly as it came. But he recognised where it came from; he wasn't that old. His words fell short, eyes flicking up to immediately stare at the phone held aloft by Gabriel, clearly angled to take a picture of him. It caught him off-guard and the vampire froze, clutching onto the needle and holding it halfway through another stitch.

But then he eventually relaxed, finishing off the last stitch before setting his bomber jacket aside on the couch that he was sprawled out on. It was too late to change what happened. "Curious? It's okay, mate...let's have a look, then!" With a crooked grin, the vampire jumped up from where he was seated and made his way over to Gabriel, plonking down to sit directly next to him. He knew what the photograph would show, but his enthusiasm hid the underlying unease he felt, prepared to be reminded of what his true self looked like. It never got any easier, and as the recent snap was pulled up, seeing the unmistakable characteristics was like a splash of cold water to the face. Those dark veins running underneath semi-translucent skin and murky yellow eyes ringed with red were a daunting sight. He was secretly glad for his mouth being closed as it concealed two rows of razor-sharp fangs.

The only consolation about it all was that everything was considerably blurry. It was as if somebody had shook the phone before the photograph was taken, but only Rudy was affected. Everything else in the background was captured in crystal-clear clarity, including the couch he was on. It was super weird. He never understood why. The vampire was unusually quiet as they studied the result, his eyes glued to the screen for a long time, before he seemed to snap back to reality with a few blinks and a huff.

"It's weird..." Not the photograph this time. Rudy looked over at Gabriel with a contemplative expression, but his tone held a hint of despondency. It was hidden behind a smile that never left his face, however. "...I haven't actually seen myself in over thirty years. Like, me...before I was turned." Before he became a vampire; his human self. "I don't think I can remember details anymore, yanno? My eyes and hair were brown, I know that much! Uh...right?" Okay, so he needed confirmation from the other, but Rudy was still confident that he remembered correctly. "But everythin' else? No idea." Scars, moles, even the shape of his nose. "I can't even look in a mirror without seein'..." He moved his fingers on the touchscreen, enlarging the photograph to solely focus on him. "...that."

[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself." ( from nova )

A YELLOW SUNRISE PROMPTS // Accepting

"Yeah, but I got seven years' experience of bartendin'..." Rudy shouted over the cacophony of bass-heavy music, palms slapped down upon a bar top that was horrifically sticky. There were a couple of soggy coasters swimming around in whatever poison was spilled previously, moved aside by the disturbance. He grimaced down at them, removing his hands and shaking them out, before looking back up at the stubborn manager who refused to consider him for a bartending position. It made no sense, and the vampire continued to present his case by blurting out the various skills he possessed, growing increasingly frustrated as his words fell on deaf ears. Part of him wanted to mesmerise the man into accepting the help, but Rudy was a firm believer of working hard to achieve something; it felt wrong to choose the easy route every time.

"C'mon, mate. Give us a chance." But it was no good. With a disheartened stare, he watched as the manager walked away and pushed through a swinging door, clearly putting an end to their one-sided conversation. Maybe it was a sign. The universe was telling him to find somewhere else, anywhere other than a downtown club. But Rudy was the last person to be picky, grateful for any opportunity that gave him a bit of extra cash, no matter how rough the environment was. He was used to dealing with strange customers, and even better prepared for those who were hot-headed whilst absolutely sloshed. Working late shifts at his local pub during the 70s was enough for teenage Ivo to develop thick skin.

"Right." So that was it. Accepting the miserable situation, he decided to move on. There were plenty of other places bound to be hiring a temporary worker in this city, so Rudy refocused. His attention shifted on fishing around for a set of car keys inside the right pocket of his leather jacket, fingers curling around the multiple jangly charms attached to them. Down a nearby side street, his bright blue Ford Escort MK3 was haphazardly parked, her tyres mounted on the pavement where he'd pulled up sharply. It was the only place he could find without restrictions, but he really hoped Erika was safe; he'd never been to this particular area before. As he fumbled for purchase, the struggle caused his elbow to jerk back as the car keys were finally pulled free from their tight prison...straight into somebody behind him.

It might not have been so bad had he not shoved a drink out of their hand, its contents exploding all over their front. With a curse, Rudy turned to face them with an apologetic expression. "Ah...sorry, mate! Let me buy you anothe-" Before he could finish his sentence, the bar top hit the centre of his back as the stranger violently pushed him against it, gripping the lapels of his leather jacket. Not what he needed right now. "Look...there's honestly no need for that, yeah? I did say sorry, so..." But his words trailed off as he began noticing a few other people joining the first, their pack behaviour suggesting to him that they were here together. Under the harsh club lights, they blurred into one and made features indistinguishable, but the man crowding his space was much more visible. Through the darkened lenses of his Ray-Bans, Rudy could still make out the sharp drop of fangs being used to try and intimidate him.

Ah...shit.

One thing about Rudy was that he could be reckless. His body worked quicker than his mind could ever talk him out of it, and with a sudden twist of his upper body, he broke free from the other's grasp. There was a flurry of activity as they attempted to yank him back, but Rudy was already high-tailing it towards a door that read PRIVATE. STAFF ONLY. He was too disorientated to find the proper exit, forgetting where it was in the first place, so this would do. Behind it, he found a series of steps leading down (which he pretty much stumbled down in his haste), opening up into a long hallway with numerous doors. Judging by a clothing rail full of colourful outfits nearby, alongside the endless chatter of half-dressed performers, the vampire had entered a changing area. There was no time to hesitate as he heard the door above burst open, slamming against a wall and attracting a few curious onlookers, indicating the pursuit of his antagonists.

Darting down the hallway and taking a sharp left, Rudy had no idea where to go. His options were limited. But as he continued blindly running forward, somebody suddenly pushed him sideways through an open door, which turned out to be storage for even more dazzling outfits. There was some irony here about him being shoved inside a closet when he was barely out of it, but the vampire was forced to be manhandled. He had no other choice; this woman wearing a plethora of leather and lace was strong. She unexpectedly hissed at him, gave him a charming threat, and Rudy understood completely. Yes, ma'am!

Without another word, he pushed himself further inside the enclosed space and pulled some of the outfits closer around him, trying to use them as cover. There was an overwhelming smell of perfume clinging to some of their material, making him scrunch up his nose, but otherwise, he remained quiet as she closed the door, plunging him into darkness. It was a dangerous waiting game of whether he could rely on a complete stranger, and the thought made him nervous, shaking out his arms in response to try and dispel any tension.