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“Lesson plans? You’re a teacher?”

“Oddly how I feel about making lesson plans.”

#g: adam #adamsteward

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a classic excuse -- syvia & henry

This was easily the part he hated the most. He’d known hunters who were experts in extracting information. Hunters who enjoyed torturing blood-suckers, got off on it. Henry, however, was a little too empathetic to feel pleasure from it. He was able to detach himself, but he hated it nonetheless.

In one of the abandoned farm buildings by the road, he’d managed to capture and contain a vampire. This specific fiend had a brand on his neck, a symbol from a former family he’d been involved in. It was a symbol Henry knew well, one of the only clue he had from the vampires who killed his family. 

Tied to a broken, wooden chair with chains woven in vervain, the vampire sat glaring at Henry. The hunter held a knife in his hand, watching as the wounds he’d inflicted only moments ago heal over. As much as he didn’t like the torturing, the vampire’s smart mouth had made him stab the fiend viciously a few times. They were both rather exhausted from the exchange and sat in a staring match.

“You want information?” The vampire growled, pulling against his constrains and hissing in pain. “I can tell you all about that cute little cunt sister of you--” Henry jumped at his hostage, punching him across the face before grabbing a fistful of his hair and pressing the tip of his blade against the vampire’s throat.

"Go ahead, and then I’ll rip out your voice box,” Henry snarled.

And just then, a loud bang shot through the air. Henry stiffened, thinking it a gunshot. The two were still, and as he listened he could hear an engine sputter and die. A car backfiring. The vampire started to scream and Henry shoved a fistful of cloth in his throat. The hunter walked to the entrance of the barn, looking out onto the road at the car parked in the street. Fuck.

#p: syvia #syviaknight #a classic excuse

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A moment of hope came over him as Noah reeled from the punch. It was short lived, however. Henry keeled over from the knee in his gut, collapsed to the soil. He choked back vomit as it rose in his throat, appreciating how cold the ground was. You reek of cheap whiskey, turned his blood to ice. The condescension. Henry gritted his teeth from pain or annoyance. 

“I didn’t, actually,” He choked with a tiny, bitter laugh, blue eyes peering hatefully at the vampire as he reached for the gun. For a split second, he feared that Noah was going to shoot him. 

It wasn’t a fair match. Business with vampires is either done and over with quickly or you’re a goner. He’d lost, he knew this much. He could still go down swinging with nasty come-backs. His voice was coarse, pained, scratchy, and with a small hint of cockiness, “But I did with that other leech.” The one now dead.

He winced when Noah pulled the trigger and again when he dropped the gun.

Pain in the Neck - Noah & Henry

#p: noah #noahking #pain in the neck

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I’m instinctively very suspicious and guarded, and I try to counteract it so much. I find reason allows you to be open, and my only sort of ambition in life is to try and be as open as possible.

#pics

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The car swerved. For a moment, he saw black as the fangs pierced his skin. And then red, he noticed the car swerving. Realised what was happening. How his back was against the car door, Connor on top of him. God fucking damn it. This town was a damn anthill of vampires. Henry pushed against Connor, grabbing the knife stashed between his seat and the middle console and stabbed the kid where ever he could. It would be virtually useless, but it was the least Henry could do right now. Short of throwing himself out of his car.

His will was weakening as he craned his head towards the other man, the fresh air filtering through the window only served to make him even more hungry as he could smell all those around him and the blood rushing through them. The veins beneath his eyes darkened as his fangs began to protrude from his lips. Though Connor knew he would feel nothing but guilt afterwards, the animal within him took control and disregarded everything the boy once knew as he lunged to sink his fangs into Henry.

#just hopin the car doesn crash #gp: connor #connorsbarnes

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"Portland was a pretty big city,” Henry said a little defensively, “I mean, not as big a New York,” he added with a bit of a grumble. Or London. 

Henry took a sip before he answered the question about where he lived, remembering he insinuated he was from San Francisco earlier that week. He, however, wasn’t sure if he wanted anything set in stone. If being from San-Fran was what he wanted Will to believe. And then--do you live out of your car. Henry scoffed, making a face, “Have you seen my car?” He shook his head, hinting that his car would be far too small to live out. 

The hunter took another gulp of his beer and walked around in the small space in the motel room. Paced, almost. “Obviously I live out of motels,” He joked. Well, didn’t joke. But joked. There was a weird not-joking-but-joking atmosphere he’d started to pick up on, started to play with, since the introduction of alcohol. 

He sat down in the chair nearby the bed, leaning back into it and inhaling to calm any nerves he had. A drink. “Are you one of those people who yell at people about getting ‘real’ jobs?”

Fuck This Motel

Willl laughed. “Sounds like it wasn’t that much different.”

Well, except for the car part. Will hadn’t ever driven anything larger than a go-kart in his life. He had also stolen liquor from Whole Foods and not his mother’s non-existent liquor cabinet, but who was counting?

“Given that you’re visiting an even smaller town I guess you don’t miss it much.” He smirked and took another sip of his drink. “Where do you live now?” Will paused and leaned in closer to him, lowering his voice. “Or are you just one of those people that lives out of his car and pretends to have a real job so people don’t question him?” It wasn’t entirely what Will suspected (Henry definitely had a purpose for being here - everyone did), but it was a ludicrous enough statement that it might get him somewhere now that they were both a few drinks in.

#p: william #fuck this motel #billydanger

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“No?” Henry arched a brow, shrugging back, “Doesn’t feel much like work when I get to it, I guess.”

“It’s worth the effort if you’re a car person,” Adam shrugged. “I don’t think I’d care enough to do all the work.” 

#g: adam #adamsteward

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He had him, he had the upper hand and he made the mistake of blinking. Noah was a gone with the wind. The breeze he left as he moved past pulled at Henry’s chest with tiny fingers of pure fear. He was, however, no stranger to this true, naked fear. Henry was quick to get to his feet, to remain calm. Try and listen for the vampire.

There was no denying he was exposed. He’d lost every advantage he’d had. Three shots left, and only one would be enough to even harm the blood sucking fiend. The hunter focused on the sounds around him, the sound of his own breathing to keep himself calm. 

Then Noah’s presence was make painfully apparent.

Henry hardly had time to register he’d been punched before he was letting out a cry from the pain in his wrist. And then the pain in his face hit him. The revolver went off once before Henry couldn’t hold onto it anymore. fuck fuck you’re going to fucking die, fuck fuck. He could feel the pressure in his face swelling. “Fuck!” He hardly realised he’d screeched. Panic and adrenaline overcame him and his left hand, his free hand, struck Noah’s chin. 

Pain in the Neck - Noah & Henry

#noahking #pain in the neck #struggle is real #p: noah

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“Er--well--you don’t have to--” He shifted awkwardly, feeling as if he should come up with some sort of awful joke as well, to help lessen the awkward, but couldn’t think of any joke at all. 

She nodded, picking up the awkward energy between them. “I, uh - sorry,” she muttered, fidgeting with her hands, “For bothering you. I should go anyway.”

#g: josephine #josephineholloway

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Business cards. “Yes, let me write down my number for you,” He grabbed a napkin, leaning over the bar and asking for a pen. He scribbled one of his phone numbers on the napkin, passing it to Edward. “A phone call would be fine,”

“Let me check that it’s all right with them, first. Do you have a business card - or is there a number I can tell them to contact you at?”

#g: edward #edwardshaw

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“Cleanliness? Certainly not."

“That’s what I assumed– It’s.. nice.” Her smile falters for a moment at the next statement spoken, “That’s not something to joke about.”

#g: emilia #emiliafxster

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The wind coming back in his lungs hardly did anything with the hand at his throat. He started to see black spots across his vision just as Noah’s grip loosened from the gunshot. Henry gasped, falling to his hands and knees in front of the tree. It took a only a few half-seconds to regain himself--his vision dotting with black spots as he gasped so desperately his throat felt sore--but in the delicate time of the moment, it dragged out.

He aimed his gun, after he pulled himself together enough, as Noah pulled the bullet from his stomach. Point it at the vampire’s heart. If the last one was wooden, it meant this next one would be lead--practically useless. And yet, this was his only chance.

He’d have to bluff.

“Move and--” He croaked, his throat still burning from the vampiric death-hold. He must have looked ridiculous, on his knees in the dirt, pointing his revolver as he struggled to speak. His left hand found a broken tree branch, a pathetic, thin branch that would sooner break then stab into a chest. It was security, but Henry found himself asking: Who had the upper hand, really?

“Come at me again and you’ll get a wood bullet straight through your chest,” It was the first time Henry actually recognised the man in front of him. “Noah.” He added in an airy whisper. The fiend had seemed so civil when they originally met, but that was vampires. Business up front, stabbers in the back. 

Pain in the Neck - Noah & Henry

#p: noah #noahking #pain in the neck

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“Yeah, sure, when I was younger barbecues and lawn darts all day.” Henry shrugged when he asked what it was like, “You know. Sneaking out with your parents liquor and stealing their car to go get drunk on the harbor with your girlfriend instead of doing your economics homework.” He paused to drink, and laughed into his beer can. “Crashing the car on the way back.”

He shook his head and waved his hand through the air, as if wafting away the image. “That makes it sound a lot more fun than it was. I assure you the liquor tasted bad, we didn’t have chasers, and me and my girlfriend were fucking awkward.”

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“London.” His father had been a businessman, from what little William actually remembered about his father. They had had a nice flat. He had gone to a nice school. They had had nice everything. But nothing had really. Happened. His father had worked and his mother had spent a little too much time in his business and everything about London had, after twenty years, become an indistinguishable blur of tea and a sneaking feeling that Will was ruining his parent’s marriage.

He didn’t miss it.

“Suburbs?” Will took another drink and raised his eyebrows. “Above-ground pool, right? Backyard barbecues and lawn darts every night?” He laughed. “For something so relaxing you don’t sound very happy about it. What was it like?” This was probably the longest Will had spent outside the city in his entire life. The idea of growing up anywhere else sounded fascinating.

#g: william #billydanger #fuck this motel

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Henry hardly had time to look after he heard his name. Certainly, the moment he had heard it growled--the moment his name was spoken with such hostility, the quiet fear he felt erupted into full panic and hands were on his neck. 

The tree knocked the wind out of him on impact and, so focused on the panic of being unable to breathe, he almost dropped his gun. This was it. This was fucking it. He was going to die after stupidly tracking down some stupid vampire because he was a little bored and had a little too much fucking whiskey.

This was the point in time when a hunting partner was great. When the vampires think they’re slick, think they’ve got you by the balls, and then, bam, out of no where, a fucking stake bursts out of your chest. But Henry didn’t have a partner anymore. He wasn’t equip to deal with a family. He wasn’t equip to deal with this, right now.

But he had his gun, he realised as the wind came back to him. It would either be this shot or the next that would be a wooden bullet, yet he only had four shots left. He couldn’t fire two shots like he did with the now-dead blood-sucker. Blindly and as quickly as possible so Noah didn’t notice, he fired the gun at the vampire’s gut.

Pain in the Neck - Noah & Henry

#p: noah #pain in the neck #noahking

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“I might be,” He chuckled a little, feeling a little awkward and running his hand through his hair. 

“Not your kind of humor?” Josephine is flabbergasted, to say the least. “I hate to be the one to have to tell you this, but I think you might be broken.”

#g: josephine #josephineholloway

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Henry bit his cheeks, the only thing he could do at her comments. It wasn’t really worth it, he told himself, She wasn’t worth it. She was just being belligerent. He rolled his eyes as she walked away, not caring to even respond any more. He closed the distance between him and his car, unlocked it, and got in it. He looked at the hilt of his knife buried between his seat and the middle console and wished it would be easier to go out and kill something.

Now Reina did laugh, she couldn’t help it, this whole situation was absolutely pathetic to her. “I look stupid, do I?” She asked, tilting her head at the man. “How creative of you. You sound like a child after realising just how fucking stupid they really are.” She shook her head. “I have no time for your ridiculous behaviour. It’s not my fault you have high ground paranoia. Pathetic.” Reina stepped aside now, rubbing the back of her neck as she spoke. “Well, this has been fun but I need to get back into the world of sane people and not deal with your idiotic behaviour.” The girl smiled then, raising her hand and wave. “Bye, good luck with that paranoia.”

#idk what this gif is #but its ok henrys just disgruntled now #(8;; #g: reina #reinadelarentess

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“Wax, occasionally.Cleanliness is next to godliness,”

“Shi—Oh,— Yeah. They’re very clean. Your whole car is, in fact. Do you put any finishing product on it?”

#emilia is so precious om #fg #g: emilia #emiliafxster