#━ ❖ 𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙍 * • ｡ last days.

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𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙑𝘼𝙈𝙋𝙄𝙍𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙎𝙈𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙍. the human does a good job hiding it, far better than most humans in this situation. most are shaking, on the verge of tears but to most this hunter would seem one hundred percent calm. but the sound of his thudding heart is loud in dante's ears. at the end of the day, he is a predator and in that he can easily hear a racing heart. it saddens him, chest tightening at the way the hunter looks at him. he'd met hunters like this one before . . . but this one in particular seems even more skittish than all the others. like a cornered stray.

of course he rejects his offer and dante sighs, gentle as he lets go of the flower. he isn't sure what he'd expected but the outcome can't be helped. ruby eyes scan him. adrenaline is what's keeping him awake right now. the moment it drops he will pass out. dante had seen it far more times than he could count.

❛ i realize you despise me, but there's no need to be foolish. ❜ the hunter really couldn't put his feelings aside for just a moment ? arms cross over his chest once he's stood, still not approaching the other any closer. how was he supposed to help without the hunter hurting dante or himself in the process ? fingers are pressed to his temples and a sigh leaves his lips.

❛ you will not last long in that state and you will pass out. ❜

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨  𝙣𝙤  𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙬𝙖𝙮  𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧  expects  a  hunter  to  believe  a  damn  word  that  comes  out  of  that  mouth  of  his.  He  doesn't  like  how  his  stomach  twists  and  drops  when  the  vampire  squats  down  to  be  at  eye  level  with  him,  as  comfortable  as  ever.  He's  not  scared  of  the  monster,  he's  not.  Yet,  he  is  hyper  aware  that  he  has  none  of  his  weapons  to  combat  against  vampires  since  the  previous  vampires  managed  to  knock  them  all  away.  His  weapons  are  around  but,  they're  just  not  fucking  close  enough  for  him  to  feel  comfortable.  He  still  finds  himself  glaring  at  the  monster  before  him,  even  as  heart  thuds  in  a  way  that  will  betray  his  so  called  fearless  look.  He's  fearless  when  he's  got  weapons,  he  finds  a  little  fear  creeps  in  when  he's  defenseless  (  but  he  doesn't  let  himself  linger  and  fully  admit  thta  to  himself  ). 

❝  I'm  calling  bullshit.  ❞  He  must  want  the  hunter  to  let  his  guard  down  and  then  strike  but  too  bad  that  wont  be  happening  with  someone  like  Angel  who  always  has  his  walls  up  and  is  a  person  who  never  ever  lets  his  guard  down.  He  grits  his  teeth,  not  daring  to  look  away  from  the  other  male  but  knowing  that  he  absolutely  has  injuries  from  vampires  that  absolutely  had  gotten  him  good  as  the  other  bloodsucking  leech  before  him  had  said.  ❝  I  got  them  good  in  return.  ❞  He  didn't  get  them  as  good  as  he'd  like  to  though.  They  were  frenzied  and  hungry,  they  were  too  unpredictable  even  for  the  best  of  the  damn  best. 

❝  You're  damn  right,  I  won't  like  any  offer  you  have  you  damn  leech  .  .  .  wait  what  ?  ❞  pink  brows  furrow  and  suddenly  he's  wondering  if  he  hit  his  head  somewhere  in  that  last  fight  to  be  thinking  a  vampire  offered  to  heal  his  wounds,  a  supernatural  hunter  (  that  easily  makes  them  each  others  enemies  so  this  offer  makes  no  damn  sense  ).  Gaze  flickers  between  flower  and  those  eyes  that  make  him  want  to  flinch  back  because  his  instincts  scream  danger  at  eyes  that  are  so  unnaturally  colored  as  those  are  and  then  there's  that  fanged  grin  too. 

❝  I  don't  need  nor  want  help  from  a  monster  .  .  .  Your  attempts  at  getting  me  to  let  my  guard  down  so  you  can  attack  me  easier  wont  work.  ❞