There was a part of Brakknovakin that really really wished he had never taken Elijah in. Even though he may have kidnapped the cop. Well, had abducted him really. The werewolf was glaring at him from on top of the cupboard. He may share blood with dogs, but the way he glared, and hissed, made Brakknovakin think of a cat. A really really mad cat. Elijah was halfly transformed, his nails and teeth elongated into fangs and claws, his ears and tail out as well. The glow of his eyes was usually not this bright, well, unless it was in the middle of the night of course. Brakknovakin sighed deeply. He should have expected this, the full moon was only a couple of days away. He cautiously neared the angered werewolf, who growled louder and louder with each step.
"I will not hurt you, pup," Brakknovakin said in what he hoped was a soothing tone. Elijah regarded him with an affronted look, looking more pissed off than before.
"I am not a pup!" he growled. "You goddamn walking corpse." Brakknovakin rolled his eyes.
"I was born a vampire, I am not undead," he said.
"Doesn't explain you fucking face and smell," Elijah snarled.
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200 words a day [drabble-ish]
RandomWanted to try out writing once every day, so I did. Some of these are from the same universe, but it really is random, you should know from the names :,) The tags are not for each chapter, it is more a promise of what is to come This is some snippet...
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