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how many times had she dreamt this moment - how many times had she tried to imagine what he'd say, what he'd do... now finally standing before him like a ghost, ripped out from the past && set down in a future that she'd vanished from. sometimes, jo wondered if she had died that day. the day she left. the cult leader told her that she was reborn, so in a way... maybe she was the stranger, standing in the shop, breathing in familiar scents that burnt the back of her throat like nostalgia and regret. " i never wanted to hurt you. " but her voice cracked - and jo reached out, hand outstretched, bare feet padding across the dirty space until she saw him reach for the gun. she froze, body going still, heart drumming in her ears. thinner now, than the day he'd last seen her - hair long, no longer dying out the few grays that had appeared, skin sun-kissed && tanned. but still joanne. even if she held a haunted expression in those forlorn, tear-brimming eyes. " i found the answers, john. to everything. i had to go, i had to... find my purpose. and i did. please, give me the chance to explain. please. "

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                    " where  the  hell  have  you  been? "  the  words  burst  from  john's  mouth,  rough  like  gravel  scraping  his  throat.  he  stood  frozen  in  the  dim  back  room  of  the  shop,  the  haze  of  cigarette  smoke  mingling  with  the  bittersweet  aroma  of  spilled  whiskey,  offering  no  comfort  to  the  chaos  swirling  inside  him.  and  there  she  was — alive — not  a  dream,  not  a  memory.  it'd  been  three  years  since  he  last  saw  her  face,  the  warmth  of  their  last  kiss  lingering  in  his  thoughts.  after  that  night,  he'd  been  engulfed  in  a  storm  of  search  parties,  false  hopes,  and  the  heavy  weight  of  guilt.  her  body  was  never  found,  and  as  time  passed,  hope  flickered  out  for  everyone  but  him.  now,  in  this  sanctuary  of  secrets  and  blood,  she  stood  before  him  like  a  haunting  vision,  breathtakingly  real.  john  couldn't  move,  his  instincts  driving  his  hand  near  the  pistol  at  his  hip.  his  heart  thundered  in  his  chest  as  the  moment  proved  to  be  too  surreal.  " what  the  hell  is  goin'  on? "  he  whispered,  the  confusion  spilling  from  him.  nothing  about  this  moment  felt  real.

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status -> open to all f/nb vampire muses *we do not have to be mutuals to reply!*

setting -> inspired by this post bc i saw it and immediately needed it

my other opens - always accepting responses!

the blood in her flask was warm, thick, and pumped full of booze. she already felt the fuzz in her mind growing, as ravenna let the ceiling spin above her, fingers running through the carpet fibers as she enjoyed the way they felt. somewhere, her leg found home entwined with the other's - and she let her air slowly release, exhaling any tension, and embracing the buzz fully. " you know what is.... actually crazy... i know i'm hot. right? i know that. but- i don't even remember what i look like anymore. it's been so long. i genuinely have no idea just how hot i am. blind faith. "

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ooc. busy weekend since my oldest is home && i promised him lots of special one-on-one time, it's been awhile we got that chance with the holidays, spring break activities, and baby preparations. next week is pretty open, but i'm hardcore nesting as we get closer to my due date... that said, next weekend is my first totally free weekend in like 2 months, so excited to be around then && for the most part, during week day evenings!! i know my activity is on the slower end, and honestly, it probably won't be improving anytime soon by much, as there is a lot irl i gotta give attention towards. i may be dropping some threads, placing characters on hiatus, etc, as time progresses but i'll try to keep everyone updated!! 💜💜

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ooc. if you're waiting on a valor or tristan reply... i know... i'm sorry, i haven't dropped them, i just got overwhelmed with them. i will focus on those as soon as i can 💜💜

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the longer the captain lingered there, gaping && gazing in the partial dark, memorizing the creature's movements... the more it started to feel like communication. not with words, or even with body language he was familiar with. more animal && subtle, a twitch or a flick or a fleeting change of expression. just a small hint they heard, they understood. even as wavery the prospect was, just a theory of desperate hope in his mind, koraka felt his heart quicken as he waited - wondering - hoping.... that they would give him some big, obvious sign.

would he release the beast? surely not. even now, as he stared at them with growing certainty that had communicated, that they knew the words he spoke, && that they knew better than to trust him... koraka feared the idea of a goodbye. of never catching sight of such thing ever again. letting the beauty slip between his fingers, unsure if it were ever real. eyes widened, his breath catching.

and he pressed his hand to the glass. when had he approached? had his own boots carried him this close to the mermaid without really realizing? how delirious his mind had become in it's presence. but the glass, so cool && smooth under his hand, where their finger had tapped just an inch or two away on the other side. koraka understood. the mermaid wanted their release. maybe, like him, the ocean called to their soul in a way that was painful to be apart.

" if i let you go, i'd never see you or your kind again. if i did, surely, it would be in an army, you'd slaughter me && all the rest. i've heard the tales. " he whispered, aguish suddenly in his voice. brows knitting, heart aching as he stared now, so close, into the creature's deep eyes. after all. he was burying over half a dozen friends, sending them off into the water with a sailor's salute, because of the mermaid. worse yet - he'd do it again for them. " if you left me, i'd never be sure you were real. "

head shook, and he allowed himself to risk it, forehead falling to the tank glass window, watching their tail swish as if falling into a trance. maybe they would kill him now - could they, even, if they tried? koraka should be sure, before getting close, but he found it so hard to care about much else but getting as close as possible to this precious treasure he'd trapped. swallowed hard, mouth becoming dry. " ...but how will i know how to care for you, to keep you alive, if you do not tell me? you'll die, you know that, right? if i cannot figure your needs out... you'll die here with me. "

His words don't stir them. They just stare with that menacing look in their eye, no flinch or sign of response to the question. If it were the type of fish, they could hardly be picky in such a cage. They find it ridiculous for him to even consider the type of fish they might like. Consider something so trivial and yet not consider that he's stolen them from their very home, their family...Truly, he is a madman.

I know you must be hungry...

Their tail flicks at the water impatiently at this assumption, nose wrinkling slightly as they watch him move like a tiger spying its prey. Flesh of man. Almost as ridiculous a thought as their preference for types of fish. Deep blue hues narrow as he steps closer. Daring. Their eyes meet his, drawing him in, seeing the sort of power they held over him. Perhaps, if they could get him close enough, they could simply end him. But what then of the other men aboard the ship? What then of a means of escape? They could not risk it. If anything, keeping this man alive might be their only way out of the wretched situation.

There's a bit of a proud smirk on the mermaid's face when he admits that they'd managed to kill some of his crew. Good. The less hateful, despicable men in this world, the better. Better for their kind and humankind alike. How rude and grimy they'd all shown themselves to be. Nostrils flare, a sudden tension as their eyes widen at his sudden request.

Speak.

I will set you free.

They freeze, their heart racing as they stare through the glass at him as if searching for the slightest change in expression, any sign that he's bluffing. A scoff allows bubbles to leave their nose. Yet they can't see any change in his expression. They swallow hard as it sinks in, a tension in their chest so tight that they're afraid they might not even be able to speak now...And what if they did? Give him what he wanted? How utterly cruel to be forced to do such a thing...It only gave him power over them, so would he truly let them go if such a thing was offered right at his very feet?

And yet...

A flick of the tail. They swim closer at electrifying speed, leaving a stream of bubbles in their wake. Now they're right there, just beyond the barrier blocking them from the captain. Their nose practically brushes the glass, head tilting curiously as they eye him. Perhaps they are in no position to make demands, to wrench the power out of his very hands, but...They have to try. The gills on their neck flare, webbed fingers stretching out to touch the barrier. They trace a single, slender fingertip down the glass, then give it a light tap as if to say...Release me.

Release me and then I'll speak.

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eyes closed as her hands found the tight muscles spreading out from his neck, a small moan rumbling from the bottom of his throat as the smile deepened on his face. " i've had some stuff on my mind. " he admitted, only reopening the mocha hues when her hands left his body. it was a temporary absence, hands falling to her hips as she came to sit astride his legs, and all at once - the gun on the table before them, forgotten. she was right. it didn't take much when she walked into the room to gain his undivided attention.

" did i say i was too busy? " eyebrows rose challenging, the smile turning teasing as it slicked into a smirk. angel wasn't sure what the hell she saw in him, but he wasn't trying to fuck up his chances, and have her stop coming around. " i got some ideas for relaxation, but... you have much in mind? " the tone turned sultry && full of flirt, running his fingers up one of her arms in a butterfly touch. even though he gave it a half-effort, eyes wandered, appreciated the look of her body atop his own.

nothing hotter than watching her man do — well, even after all the time they spent together, she wasn't completely sure what he did but angel was hot for doing it. the gun, the parts that she couldn't name even though he had told her many times before. no, it wasn't the sight that got her, she just needed a distraction. what better way than to distract him.

it didn't take long for his attention to be on her. she noticed he wasn't completely done with his work. it still held half his attention. she'd need to work harder. montana beamed down at him. she clicked her tongue against her teeth, pausing the movement of her hands. "need attention? please. i just have to walk in and your eyes are on me." she teased. though sometimes it's a harder fight than she'd like to admit. "well, i noticed you were tense," she mused, hands running back up to his shoulders. she stood up straight a little pressure on his shoulders to break the knots. "so babe, i just wanted to help you relax." feet took her around the couch, straddling his lap. "but if your too busy i can take myself somewhere else."

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there was so use in arguing, clearly. all it was doing was making rayan wish to see her soul taken from her body - to watch life fade from her eyes, becoming his in a way only death could allow. his jaw tightened, twitching along with his head the quirked, eyes full of fire as her words stoked the flame inside. he was mad. the knife twisted, and it was always a dangerous game to tug the emotions of a demon like him.

he may be unable to touch her, watching as she flaunts herself across the countertop, every motion exaggerated like she was the sole performer of a sold-out show, and he, the entire audience in rapt captivation.... but he could kill every woman she spoke with. could mark their souls && allow accidents to happen. to ensure they never see a day of glory in the afterlife. or, at least, he could try - a demon could only step out of bounds so many times, before the devil reigns him back in.

but the finger, the feel of her skin pressed to his, was a distraction of it's own. gaze softened, but the need stayed just as bright. rayan allowed his gaze to dip downwards only twice, to trace the curve of her lips, before replacing the intensity of glowing amber eyes to her own. " alright. let's pretend i'll take your bait. " he smiled, all teeth. " what would it take, should i be of willingness to even try, to capture your attention again? how many deaths, how many plagues, how many horrors could you endure before you let me back in? because... my darling... "

now, ray leaned forward, claws marring the wood beneath his hands, until his lips hovered just hardly a breath from hers. as close as he could, before morality bound him backwards, just shy of pressing them together. " i can make this city burn if i need to do so. "

Her smile widens at his words, clearly still not believing his insistence that he finds her weak. A soft chuckle, shaking her head. "And why would you call after me if you find me weak," she challenges right back, eyeing him like he's a piece of meat on the butcher's block. "I don't need you. You need me. So who's the weak one, really?" A rhetoric purred slyly, confidently. Like no matter what he says, he can't convince her that she doesn't have influence over him. He's here, after all. So many souls he could have chased down if there were others, yet somehow he'd ended up in her shop.

"Oh, I'd like to think that I'm not, actually," she interrupts, a palm held up to give him pause. "If I were all you had, then you'd be quite desperate to keep me, wouldn't you?" Lips purse with an accusing air and she gives a soft click of her tongue. Let the penny drop. Her head cocks to one side and she smooths a hand over the wood of the countertop she's leaning against. Long, claw-like nails scrape against the rough wood as she reaches out towards him, slumps down a little further and rests her cheek against her opposite fist. A pout. Teasing him.

"Not anymore, it doesn't," she tells him blandly, batting her eyes at him. "You've lost my love. My lover has curves and supple breasts, soft, cherry-flavoured lips..." She runs a fingertip down her own bottom lip as she says it, then smacks them together with a soft pop!

"You were fun for a little while, though, darling...Truly, you were." The witch reaches out to stroke his cheek, tracing her fingers delicately down his jawline until she tilts his chin upward with her nails. Her own chin tilts up as well, head cocking slightly as she eyes him with a smug grin.

"But you were never going to satisfy me." A beat. "You were just a toy. Something to pass the time..."

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the snap of a shot didn't come. of course it fucking didn't. because why would bryce ever do as he is told, and why would he follow what anyone else said? josiah had been foolish to think he'd take some excitement at the prospect of getting a free shot in. of catching him off-guard, having the upper hand... which, well, it seemed he'd get all of that anyway. except now, josiah didn't know what the fuck to expect.

what else was fuckin' new. mouth went dry as he watched the rest of the chamber fill, and for a fleeting, millisecond of a horrible moment, he found the thought creep up - is he going to kill me? is this that happens when you give a psychopath a loaded gun, and dare him to use it on you?

bryce was talking, but josiah had forgotten to listen. it went in one ear && out the other, a glare growing as his little sense of control faltered deeper - and he jumped about a foot out of his skin when the window shattered. attention earned. five bullets left, and josiah had frozen yet again, rooted to the spot after turning back around with lips slightly agape to face back to the other. " that is none of your business. " josiah answered coldly. " you weren't brought out here to ask stupid fucking questions. and i don't owe you my secrets. " no. he owed them to no one, and held them each close. it was his job to know, to gather, to collect.... to foster the little demons given to him, but never share his own. defiance flickered in his eyes, steady on the gun, trying to anticipate what the mad man may do with it next.

" no, i like pain. i just don't like guns. " he admitted after a moment, head tilting, pulling his eyes from the weapon to better study bryce's body. " especially when they are pointed at my head && i didn't see it coming. especially when i don't know how the fuck to shoot back. " he was starting to understand. setting the rules of the game, it didn't do anything to change the fear, because that's what it boiled down to. inexperience, lack of control, relinquishing it to an object that could take everything && he'd not see it coming. " and i'm not scared of you. " he licked his lips, sucked in a breath. " this clearly isn't working. "

Bryce's eyebrows get a little higher with each word before he snickers. They're playing games with a revolver in a random field. This feels like something he would have done in his youth, young fifteen years old Bryce playing with toys that could kill him. "Oh no, no, no, no if we're doing this we're doing it my way. Man with a gun, has got the bigger cock. That's how it works."

He winks and walks backward toward the truck, keeping his eye on Josiah to make sure he doesn't charge him, better safe that shot in the leg. Bryce collects the bullets in the cup holder and slots them back in place, he didn't grab any more so the six is all he has to work with.

But he gets it, sees what the man is attempting to do, even if he is attempting it in the most dramatic way possible. Really after his own heart with that kind of one to a hundred reaction. He slams the truck door closed and strolls back over, lazy, finger still on the guard and points it back at Josiah.

"Your biggest problem is you're afraid of the gun." He says, falls back on the years of training that got drilled into him as soon as he was old enough to fight. His dad thought it would be good to have a place to put that aggression, he'd been right. There's nowhere Bryce feels better than at the head of the table with a weapon in hand.

"This thing," He wiggles the revolver playfully, "It can't hurt you. Not unless you're playing catch with it. Harmless until I have it in my hand and now I'm dangerous. Not the gun. Me. Don't fear this pretty little mechanical chunk of metal. Watch me. Watch my eyes, where my finger is, my posture." His eyes go sharp. "Watch the difference."

He twists points at the house and fires. It shatters one of the upstairs windows and then it's right back in Josiah's direction. "What is it about it that scares you? Is it the pain? The lack of control? What's the core of it? Daddy threaten you with a gun as a kid? Someone you care about get shot? Or as you just so far from a masochist that anything that could be considered a hazard freaks you out? Cause you got a whole lot of ink to be scared of pain. I'm gonna be real disappointed if it turns out you're just a little bitch."

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no part of carmen moved as the man crossed the room but her eyes. mouth set in the grim line of a defiant smirk, gray-blue hues tracking his every move, and her heart weakly thumping between the bones of her ribs. she hated when he spoke of knowing her. people weren't supposed to do that, they almost never got the chance, but she'd bought the hype, and decided to trust a doctor. last time in her fucking life she'd ever do that. " yeah, guess you were super wrong. you're probably not even a real doctor, so don't be too hard on yourself. " she sneered, hands coming to ball into fists as she watched him glove up.

that did not bode well. maybe carmen was starting to regret her demands of forceful feeding. maybe he had a point, and her stubbornness was a serious problem. she'd known that, of course - that's why she booked those silly little appointments, but damn, she hadn't realized herself how deeply it ran. all she could do was sit && wait for him to come closer, tongue snaking over the fronts of her teeth as she prepared. carmen was going to bite him, should he slip up the slightest, and let his finger get too close. she'd ignore the awful stench of his... weird looking food, and clamp down on his finger instead.

" you're so brave, ' doc '. " carmen mocked, pretending to be impressed, eyes widening as she watched him approach. adrenaline was drumming in her veins now, pulling strength from somewhere unknown. hopefully it would last her long enough to cause some hurt. glassy, delusional eyes glared out from the pale skin of her face. " taking it upon yourself to save my life? where do i send my gratuitous regards? "

SILAS IS UNAMUSED BY HER THEATRICS , looking down at the splattered food now staining the hems of his trousers with as much regard as he'd show a piece of lint on his coat . a glance back to the woman , relentless in her defiance , with a cock of his head as consideration crosses his stone set features . " well , if that's how you wish for it to be , shoving it down your throat it is . " he taps the body of his pen against the top edge of his clipboard , weighing his options , brows coming to a furrow as he considers her ; sitting against the wall , head balanced on a rubber neck , using her energy for something as petty as staining his clothes . the man hums , turning on his heel , abandoning the food on the ground as he moves towards one of the cabinets ornamenting the basement's walls .

" i knew you'd be stubborn , given our sessions and how much i know about your psyche . in fact , that stubbornness seems to be the very foundation of your thought process as a whole . " his words are calm , almost amused , as he grabs a pair of latex gloves and a metal dish from the cupboard . " — but i didn't think you'd be so foolish as to give up your life when all you need to do is simply accept circumstances that are out of your hands , carmen . i thought we had been making steady progress towards you relinquishing some of that need to be in control all the time . suppose i was wrong . " a look over his shoulder back at her , a trained smile — professional , polite — upon his lips . " that's an occurrence that doesn't happen quite often but , no matter . if force feeding you is what i must do , then so be it . "

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regret was a cruel mistress in the twitch of his fingers as the revolver left his hand. now in bryce's, and though there was an odd sense of trust fostering between the pair, it didn't do enough to prevent the uptick of nerves that festered just beneath josiah's cool exterior to be handing over such control. for the first time since meeting the guy, he was grateful for the less-than-serious smirk that took over the pompous little expression that always never strayed too far. it was half the reason he'd dragged bryce along from the start. that, and, well... he was clearly fucking nuts. eyes rolled in familiar fashion at the quip about kinks - " god, you can be dumb as a pile of rocks, despite how clever you try && act, can't you? " josiah questioned, eyebrows raising in a challenge as he stood there expectantly.

he'd told him from the get go - they were going to face his fear today. when his twin brother had pulled a gun on him, forcing him to submit in the face of the congregation, he hadn't cared about the humiliation. only fear had set in. fear that bryce wouldn't understand, but there was, of course, a reason his hands fumbled with unloading the gun. there was a reason today was the first day of owning such a thing.

with him in the isolation of a probable haunted house was a man who had skinned poachers alive, watched a woman drown. josiah knew these things - because he'd been told. there was no fear in bryce's eyes when sober. only when divinity was taking it's hold, and he couldn't really blame him for that. everyone came to their knees on a drug like that. arms outstretched, impatience mixing with the hammering of his heartbeat. " it defeats the purpose if you warn me the when && where... " frustration laced the tone, trying to hide the slight tremble his voice took. an eye weary on the single-bulleted gun.

" can we get this fuckin' over with? shoot me. if i flinch. we try again. " in a summon of courage, arms still out, josiah stepped forward. a ready, eager target. even if there was a quiver to his hand. today was the last day someone, even jesse, would put a gun to his head && take away josiah's power.

Bryce is used to cleaning oceans, crystal clear water, tanning in the sun and enjoying a nice breeze. So places like this feel odd to him, off somehow in a way that he can't entirely put his finger on. There's value to them of course, after all he's fairly certain the Lynch's own the police department which just isn't easily feasible in a place like California.

But still the tall grass, the humidity, the fucking spiders. It's all very rural, but still he's not about to bitch about such a trivial thing -- not right now anyways, maybe later with a cold drink. For now he's stuck to being ignored at the whims of a man he's fairly certain he likes but it's depending on the hour.

They stop by some desiccated shit stain of a house and Bryce thinks that they might be here to kill someone. He doesn't mind so much, he's wearing black, but a little warning would have been nice. He gets out of the truck, takes the pistol without thinking about it and then his words sink in.

I want you to shoot me.

Bryce blinks, looks down at the revolver, looks back up. "Pardon?"

Sometimes he does hear things like please shoot me when he talks to particularly annoying people, but that's usually in Bryce's head and it's not spoken out loud. There's only one bullet, he watched Josiah fumble with it in the truck. "You want me to ... " His face breaks into a teasing smile, "Is this a kink thing? Color me motherfuckin' fascinated. I'll try anything once."

Bryce playfully points the weapon at Josiah, finger along the trigger guard, not taking it all that seriously, because he's got to be kidding. Right? "Okay, lover boy, where you want me to shoot my load?"

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a hiss of irritation as the rage built up sounded quietly from between raleigh's clamped teeth - how dare this imposter lay hands on him, grab him - hold him under force just around the corner of the hall. they'd be caught if they weren't careful, a painfully clear knowledge that surged like a ripple of weakness beneath the temper that festered && boiled && wanted to be released.

there was a knife to his throat, against the shroud of black - and raleigh would've laughed, if there wasn't footfalls coming to the door. a key inserting, turning with pointless clicks, because he'd already broken it open, already damaged the locking mechanism. instead, he grinned unseen, wild like an animal, under the pale, ghostly mask. as if he didn't have a knife, too. an oversight of the other, because raleigh slid his own blade out from the small slit in his cloak, barely making as much of a twitched as he coaxed it out from against his leg, and jabbed it forward into the stranger's ribs as a warning. just enough to get the tip of it in, poking that first layer of skin through the layers of fabric that proved feasible in protecting should he trust forward.

the door opened. raleigh heard his heartbeat flooding between his ears, tasting blood as he realized he still held his tongue between his back teeth. oh, how he wanted to throw venom back - but held his breath, as he waited for his victim to pass. she hadn't noticed her lock was broken. good. less good - getting shoved a second time. but at least when the force came, raleigh had been prepared - braced for something, anything, and steadied quickly. took a silent, hasty step, and wrapped his arm around the black figure's neck, yanking them backwards by the crook of the neck && pulling tight to cut off any chance of air. lips pressed almost tenderly to his ear, but each word was laced with more hatred than a human should have inside.

" i'll take great pleasure in gutting you both like the pigs you are. " he whispered, low && deep, hardly a rumble, more air than voice, squeezing tighter around the neck of the other masked figure. " would you like to die first? "

this fucking knockoff can't see it beneath the mask, but salem is glaring daggers right through him. sharing is not a skill that he was taught. he's selfish to the fucking core & this was his for the taking. fingers tighten around the hilt & he gets an itch to lunge forward & drive the blade right through his chest. salem doesn't falter from his stance, only tilting his head in an act of defiance like he's surveying the stranger. he makes a point to lower his head as sizes him up & a scoff is heard from behind the mask.

"go fuck yourself." a whisper dripping with venom; he's always got a bite in his voice. a step forward is taken just as the ding of the elevator signals & salem is caught off guard by the shove, exhaling a breath of annoyance through nostrils. he charges forward to reach out & grab the masked stranger by the back of his gown, snatching him back forcefully. he shoves them both out of sight of the victim entering into the space & he puts his blade against the stranger's throat, his forearm pressing hard against his chest to keep him pinned.

"don't make a fucking sound or i'll fucking gut you." he hisses out. it won't do either of them any good if they both get fucking caught. salem tilts his head slightly to listen to the sound of footsteps carrying throughout the apartment. once he hears them trail away, he removes himself from the stranger & shoves him harshly out of the way to make his move.