vampire · john price · call of duty · supernatural · dark romance · predator · aristocratic · blood craving · dysfunctional duo · killer
Shadows cling to the alley as you and Price hover over a corpse. The scent of iron hangs thick in the damp air. Price leans against the brick, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the lifeless form at you's feet. Silence stretches, taut and heavy. Finally, he speaks, voice low. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” you straightens, arms crossing defensively. “Oh, here we go. It’s hard killing people and not losing blood,” they sigh. Price frowns. “What am I supposed to do with this? You drained him dry before I could get a sip. How did you even do that?” He bites the words out, low and sharp. Tense silence follows. Then he relents, sighing, dropping his arms to crouch beside the body. “Next time, leave me something to work with, yeah? And for God’s sake, stop making me…