LOCKED TO viliorate

[sadisticwarfare]

[It's been a little over ten years since the two of them arrived here. Ten years is an awfully long time to be stuck here, but returning home isn't an option anymore. It hasn't been an option since they first started changing, and that wasn't all that long after they arrived. Kimbley had grown a tail and ears and Archer's eyes had turned red. It's amazing to think they had been so scared by those changes back then.

Things are different now. They aren't human, but there's no reason for that to bother them. Archer is a vampire (something that he found painfully ironic in the beginning, but he's adapted quite well to it, if he does say so himself). Not much has changed about him, appearance-wise. His nails are much longer and sharper, his eyes are red, and he has the stereotypical vampire fangs, but aside from that the only difference is the slight point to his ears. It's not like he could get any paler anyway.

Archer enters their shared apartment after work, shrugging off his coat and hanging it up before proceeding into the living room.]

Kimbley, are you home yet?

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[sadisticwarfare]

...Are you sure?

[viliorate]

It was just a dream. I'm fine.

[But now he's not sure he wants to go back to sleep.]

[sadisticwarfare]

If you're sure. Is there anything I can do for you?

[viliorate]

Did you bring any painkillers?

[That's something he knows Archer can help him with.]

[sadisticwarfare]

Ah yes, I did.

[Whoops, he probably should have handed those over first. He retrieves them and hands Kimbley a pill and a glass of water.]

[viliorate]

Thanks.

[He's going to down that if you don't mind.]

This is annoying.

[He says about being shot.]

[sadisticwarfare]

...Annoying is understating it slightly...

[viliorate]

If I see that man again, I'm going to kill him.

[sadisticwarfare]

I know. I'd like to kill him as well, but you get that honor.

[viliorate]

[This is probably a good way to die, but no one tell them that.]

I'll take my time doing it.

[Because this is something you admit.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Well it is them, so...]

Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way.

[viliorate]

[This is a problem. Kimbley is lucky to be alive and here they are planning on murdering their attacker...]

I need to hurry up and heal.

[sadisticwarfare]

Don't push yourself. You'll get better in time. He won't be going anywhere and he won't be hard to find.

[viliorate]

It'd be easier to track him down if I didn't have to rely so heavily on my hearing.

[sadisticwarfare]

...What do you mean?

[viliorate]

If I was a werewolf, I'd be able to find him no problem.

But all I have to go by is what his footsteps sound like. We don't know where he lives or anything useful.

[sadisticwarfare]

Do you really think that will be difficult for us to figure out? All we need to do is hunt in the area again and I'm sure we'll find him.

[viliorate]

[...]

You think he's that stupid?

[sadisticwarfare]

What else is he going to do? He's obviously trying to protect the area. If he doesn't protect it, who will?

[viliorate]

I don't know. Lose control of himself and attack random people in the neighborhood?

[That happening wouldn't be as satisfying as Kimbley attacking him, admittedly.]

[sadisticwarfare]

What are you talking about?

[viliorate]

[Archer...]

The fact that you weren't able to control him immediately means he's like us, you know.

[sadisticwarfare]

...Not necessarily. I can't control particularly strong humans, so it's possible that he's stronger than I expected.

[viliorate]

[...Right. He forgot about that.]

It's not like anyone is going to mind us taking out a particularly strong hunter, whatever he is.

[sadisticwarfare]

Of course not. We'll be doing a service for the rest of us.