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Lustrous red, sweet and tender, desired and feared
Drip drop…
Yafuri stood alongside the tall building, judging by the sight below him he gauged he was about 100 feet up. Scuffing his shoes against the coarse ground, he huffed boredly, plopping down. He always hated when Zaza or Sis went out on ‘solo’ missions. It was stupid and useless; who needed all those fancy plans anyway? After all, they were chosen, chosen by the Kowloon King himself. The kiss of darkness, his sister called it. A true blessing.
‘Pft,’ Yeah right, as if two vamps counted as solo; they only wanted to keep him from trouble. He could almost recall the annoying voice in of his ‘brother’ in his head.
“Super important. Please stay put, blah blah blah...” all useless crap to him. Stupid Zaza didn’t know anything. Nothin’ but a bloody hobble— what a disgrace. Though he could suppose he was useful at times, but who cared? Sis seemed to always favor him too; he hated that, hated that so much that even the very thought of it made his cheeks turn red and burn with a flustered anger.
“Well, well who do we have here?”
“wha— who the fuc—”
He felt a rough hand grabbing at his yellow coat, throwing him against the building’s side. He could feel the wind much more vibrantly now against his face as he hung over the edge. Clawing the bricks with his nails, he hissed, peering up. He didn’t recognize this face at all, but he could tell they were another vamp. (a lesser one, that is)
“Tch,” how disgusting that ‘it’ caught him off guard. Removing one of his hands from the wall, he dramatically brushed himself off, scowling as he spoke.
“Ya didn’t introduce yourself ya, rude sonofabitch”
He stopped to take another look the vamp, then spoke “Oh I know who you are now.” Yafuri then pointed forwards (quite rudely in fact) “Your one of those mixed bloods er.. or I guess the unknown bloods”
the other vamp still stayed quiet. Taking a closer look, he could tell they were male and looked to be roughly 30 years old… well, at least human-wise. He was willing to guess the stranger was definitely older. Yafuri was so lost in thought he was a bit caught off guard when the male spoke.
“You, Yafuri Chao direct descendant of the Kowloon King, younger brother of Cassandra Jill Warlock, it is a great dishonor to meet you. I am—”
The older male didn’t even get to finish his sentence before the younger male lunged at him, pulling his blade from his holster on his back. He loved this katana to bits, granted it was gifted to him from Zaza… But he liked to pretend Casa (sister) gave it to him instead. He swung forwards violently jerking the blade into the older male's shoulder causing him to howl in pain.
Stupid mixed-blooded scum, he wasn’t even a difficult fight. He watched as the vamp toppled down, turning to ash. Leaving nothing but a few tussled clothes to fall below into the depths of the night. Whoever is walking on the streets below is gonna have a real bad time when that hits em, ha. Not that he cared.
Sheathing his blade once again. He pulled up his hood further to cover his face a little more. He couldn’t afford to be spotted yet… at least not so soon. Zaza and Casa just managed to sneak him in here. For a safe zone being guarded by a bunch of peace-loving wussies, it was surprisingly hard to break into; they must have really ramped up security after the news of the lesser Kowloon children’s recent activity. All vamps he turned of course… to say Casa was mad at him was a great understatement… but they were all dead now thanks to the silver blade so who even cares.
*Buzz buzz
…shit… looks like Zaza and Casa were back now, great… He was really hoping to make it back before they came back to avoid being caught. He opened his flip phone and peered at the message on the screen.
Zaza Bro: “WHERE ARE YOU!!?!”
YafuriCHAO: Uhhh out…
YafuriCHAO: Plz don’t tell sis…
Zaza Bro: GET BACK HERE NOW