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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[viliorate]

You shouldn't worry so much.

[You should always worry about him. If it weren't for Archer he'd be dead in a ditch somewhere.]

[sadisticwarfare]

You know how I am. I always worry.

[...Let's ignore that, it's a terrifying thought.]

[viliorate]

I know.

[He still doesn't think it's needed but that won't stop Archer.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Of course it won't, nothing will stop him from worrying!]

At least one of us is concerned about your safety.

[He's smirking though, so obviously he's teasing.]

[viliorate]

[That earns a laugh.]

Maybe you have a point. You wouldn't let me leave without you.

[sadisticwarfare]

Of course not. What if something happened to you?

[He'd never forgive himself for starters.]

[viliorate]

[Ten years ago, he would have responded with something along the lines of "who cares," but after this long he actually hesitates.]

Nothing's going to happen to me.

[sadisticwarfare]

Not while I'm around it won't.

[It's not like he's always going to be in a position to help, but it's much easier to pretend than it is to acknowledge that someday Kimbley might be seriously hurt or even die.]

[viliorate]

[He's going to try and avoid dying, if you don't mind.]

I do a decent job taking care of myself.

[Not really. It's a miracle he hasn't lost an ear or a tail or had one of the spikes break off of his body.]

Come with me tonight.

[sadisticwarfare]

Of course I will.

[Please don't lose any body parts, that would be unfortunate.]

[viliorate]

It's a new moon tonight. We'll have an advantage.

[Which he... shouldn't be so excited about.

He's definitely not getting through this night without being attacked.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Please don't get attacked...]

Good. We'll leave in a little bit then.

[viliorate]

[....the fact that this has become one of Kimbley's main hobbies....]

Once it's dark enough most humans aren't outside. That'll be a good time.

[sadisticwarfare]

Exactly. The ones that are outside should be easy targets between the two of us.

[viliorate]

We just need one. It shouldn't be a problem.

[This probably happens all the time with them but it's still a terrible idea each and every time they do it.

Especially because alternatives do exist.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[Yeah, but alternatives don't involve getting to hurt people, so obviously this is the better choice!]

It hasn't been a problem so far.

[viliorate]

[...it's a miracle they haven't both been killed.]

And it won't ever be.

[sadisticwarfare]

[...it really is...]

Good.

[Well, it looks dark enough out there now.]

Shall we go?

[viliorate]

[His smile is nothing short of predatory.]

Lead the way.

[sadisticwarfare]

[It's certainly dark enough outside, though obviously that's not an issue for them. Most humans are smart enough to avoid the usual "hunting grounds", so Archer doesn't even bother taking Kimbley there. Archer's tastes are still just as high-class as always, so it's no surprise that he leads Kimbley into one of the wealthier suburbs.]

[viliorate]

[Kimbley can see as well in the dark as he used to be able to see during the day.

Unfortunately, his senses are really only attuned to hearing and sight. Tracking down a victim through smell isn't something he's capable of, but his ears are twitching as he listens carefully for any movement that isn't the two of them.

This should be easy. They're not going to have a problem.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[It doesn't take long for a young man to walk by. He seems jumpy, constantly turning around at even the slightest sound, real or imagined. He's dressed very nicely, so it's likely that he's from around here. Archer nudges Kimbley and smirks. Ready?]

[viliorate]

[....this is going to end with one of them shot.

Kimbley nods, taking the initiative to move first. It's slow and practiced, and though he has claws at his disposal, he also has his knife.

This should be easy.]

[sadisticwarfare]

[The kid jumps again, whipping around toward them, eyes wide.]

Wh-What do you want from me!?

[He fumbles at his hip for a moment before brandishing a knife. It's an elegant blade with ornate carvings on it, but it doesn't look suited for battle.]

Stay back!

[Archer just smirks; he knows Kimbley can handle this.]

[viliorate]

[Kimbley's knife is still at his side. Sometimes it's fun to use it, sometimes it isn't.

That blade doesn't look too dangerous. It looks like a decoration. It's nothing he's concerned about at all. He's strong enough he'll be able to wrestle it from the kid's grip if it comes to it in any case.]

Nothing personal, but you've picked a bad day to be wandering out alone.

[And he attacks.]