08-31-2018, 11:34 PM
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[/td][/tr][/table]In all honesty, Alexander had chosen to lead the group away from the massacre because it made them a bit queasy. If they were eighty years younger, they might have minded the amount of gore less, maybe even enjoyed it. Their violent streak had ended the day Marko was turned into a vampire, and while they might push people around, they didn't purposely hurt anyone anymore, much less kill them. Like most of the vampires in San Creado, Alex had learned to prefer blood products sold at the minimart over taking lives for a meal.
They're strangely quiet until Zachariah joins the group, eyes lifting from their feet to the man's face. They take a moment to study his expression, fangs pinching their bottom lip. They had to remember that this situation wasn't normal, finding a woman in an empty house with two bodies wasn't something everyone could get past. The vampire swallows, comes to a stop, the strange emptiness that had bloomed in their chest eating away at their nerves. Something close to panic was forming at the edges of their mind, the indifferent mask they wore cracking.
Stop it. You're fine.
Alexander takes a deep breath, turning to face the rest of the group, hands coming up to tug at their hair. "We're not ignoring it. We just - we can't do anything about it." While they might be a Slayer, they had no real authority within San Creado's community. There was no known punishment for crimes like murder; it wasn't even clear if murder was a crime in San Creado. The Undertaker had never explicitly said anything about crime and punishment, mostly because the citizens had never done anything like this. Did Kade deserve punishment? Their morals were so blurred, they couldn't be sure.
They don't pay attention to what Marissa or Kade say, focusing on the path leading to the minimart. They pause again when Rialto appears, immediately moving to stand by his side. The memory fighting to show itself is forced back down when Alex forces themselves to listen to the conversation, a familiar smile lifting their lips. "There, there, Rialto. It's your lucky day, I have ten dollars." They pull said money out of their pocket, waving the paper in front of the vampire's face. Their voice seems a bit shaky, but they power through, comforted by the fact that one of their friends is around.
They glance back at Kade, eyes straying over the blood staining her clothes, the casual smile on her face. Not bothered by her actions, at least on the outside. Leaving two corpses to rot in a room she would probably never return to. Shifting on their feet, they plant their hands on their hips, clicking their tongue. "If she knows what she's doing, she's killed people before. Seems pretty serial killer to me." Really, they had no space to judge Kade. When they had been newly turned, they had killed plenty of people; running off of new instincts and a hunger for blood that was bone deep.
They're strangely quiet until Zachariah joins the group, eyes lifting from their feet to the man's face. They take a moment to study his expression, fangs pinching their bottom lip. They had to remember that this situation wasn't normal, finding a woman in an empty house with two bodies wasn't something everyone could get past. The vampire swallows, comes to a stop, the strange emptiness that had bloomed in their chest eating away at their nerves. Something close to panic was forming at the edges of their mind, the indifferent mask they wore cracking.
Stop it. You're fine.
Alexander takes a deep breath, turning to face the rest of the group, hands coming up to tug at their hair. "We're not ignoring it. We just - we can't do anything about it." While they might be a Slayer, they had no real authority within San Creado's community. There was no known punishment for crimes like murder; it wasn't even clear if murder was a crime in San Creado. The Undertaker had never explicitly said anything about crime and punishment, mostly because the citizens had never done anything like this. Did Kade deserve punishment? Their morals were so blurred, they couldn't be sure.
They don't pay attention to what Marissa or Kade say, focusing on the path leading to the minimart. They pause again when Rialto appears, immediately moving to stand by his side. The memory fighting to show itself is forced back down when Alex forces themselves to listen to the conversation, a familiar smile lifting their lips. "There, there, Rialto. It's your lucky day, I have ten dollars." They pull said money out of their pocket, waving the paper in front of the vampire's face. Their voice seems a bit shaky, but they power through, comforted by the fact that one of their friends is around.
They glance back at Kade, eyes straying over the blood staining her clothes, the casual smile on her face. Not bothered by her actions, at least on the outside. Leaving two corpses to rot in a room she would probably never return to. Shifting on their feet, they plant their hands on their hips, clicking their tongue. "If she knows what she's doing, she's killed people before. Seems pretty serial killer to me." Really, they had no space to judge Kade. When they had been newly turned, they had killed plenty of people; running off of new instincts and a hunger for blood that was bone deep.
LOVIN' WHAT I'M TASTIN',
VENOM ON MY TONGUE.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─[COLOR=WHITE] SIPPIN' ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE!
VENOM ON MY TONGUE.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─[COLOR=WHITE] SIPPIN' ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE!