Derek smirks wryly and turns back to the vampire. He doesn't like to kill,
but this thing isn't a human or anything like it. It's just a rabid animal
with nothing on its mind but the kill, and it smells like death and old
blood when it hisses in Derek's face. Its pale skin is papery and thin, and
its brittle nails leave red marks and welts on Derek's arm that heal over
almost immediately.
He turns to smash the vampire's head against the brick, and it goes limp as
Derek drops it to the ground. He doesn't know if it's dead, not without a
pulse to listen to, but at least it isn't getting up. They have to have
their heads removed from their bodies to be killed, he's pretty sure. And
this kind can't be in the sun. There are vampires in the city that have
been taken from home, just like Derek and Oliver, and they're miles away
from these creatures, this plague on the city.
The girl is pressed back up against a dumpster with tears rolling down her
cheeks and a hand pressed to the bloody wound on her neck, and Derek shares
a look with Oliver before letting the wolf fade back under his skin, eyes
hazel and teeth blunt.
"Hey, it's okay," he says quietly, doing his best to look reassuring when
the girl whimpers as he approaches. She looks too young to be out like
this, like she has parents worrying about her somewhere, and Derek crouches
down to hold out his hand. "You're gonna be fine, alright? Let me see your
hand."
He gives her a flicker of a smile and she finally reaches out her free
hand, which is trembling like a leaf as Derek takes it. He focuses on her
pain, pulling it from her body and taking it into himself. The veins inside
of his wrist go dark for a moment, and he hears her gasp at the sudden
absence of pain. She looks up at him with wide eyes and he lets go of her,
stepping away.
"Go home and patch yourself up," Derek tells her, watching as she gets to
her feet. "And no more wandering the streets in the middle of the night,
huh?"
She nods and looks from Derek to Oliver before stammering out her thanks
and turning to run off in the direction of the more suburban part of town.
Derek wrinkles his nose down at the vampire and then turns to face Oliver.
"I fucking hate these things."
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Derek smirks wryly and turns back to the vampire. He doesn't like to kill, but this thing isn't a human or anything like it. It's just a rabid animal with nothing on its mind but the kill, and it smells like death and old blood when it hisses in Derek's face. Its pale skin is papery and thin, and its brittle nails leave red marks and welts on Derek's arm that heal over almost immediately.
He turns to smash the vampire's head against the brick, and it goes limp as Derek drops it to the ground. He doesn't know if it's dead, not without a pulse to listen to, but at least it isn't getting up. They have to have their heads removed from their bodies to be killed, he's pretty sure. And this kind can't be in the sun. There are vampires in the city that have been taken from home, just like Derek and Oliver, and they're miles away from these creatures, this plague on the city.
The girl is pressed back up against a dumpster with tears rolling down her cheeks and a hand pressed to the bloody wound on her neck, and Derek shares a look with Oliver before letting the wolf fade back under his skin, eyes hazel and teeth blunt.
"Hey, it's okay," he says quietly, doing his best to look reassuring when the girl whimpers as he approaches. She looks too young to be out like this, like she has parents worrying about her somewhere, and Derek crouches down to hold out his hand. "You're gonna be fine, alright? Let me see your hand."
He gives her a flicker of a smile and she finally reaches out her free hand, which is trembling like a leaf as Derek takes it. He focuses on her pain, pulling it from her body and taking it into himself. The veins inside of his wrist go dark for a moment, and he hears her gasp at the sudden absence of pain. She looks up at him with wide eyes and he lets go of her, stepping away.
"Go home and patch yourself up," Derek tells her, watching as she gets to her feet. "And no more wandering the streets in the middle of the night, huh?"
She nods and looks from Derek to Oliver before stammering out her thanks and turning to run off in the direction of the more suburban part of town. Derek wrinkles his nose down at the vampire and then turns to face Oliver. "I fucking hate these things."