Thread: Once Bitten, Twice Removed [Viktoff x Sketchyequine]

For unexperienced mundane humans, the string of events leading to the frozen beast lying dead on the street and the wild charge of the smaller beast had been quite the fast pair. However, when noting the point of view of the masked figures and the werewolves, time was moving almost far too slow. Anxiety weighed on R-W's heart as he let his eyes flicker across his field of view to reassure to himself that his comrades were each in a safe enough position. Though the smaller four-legged creature had been given him a deadly glare with her very human-like eyes, the steel masked man that flash-froze her friend had more pressing concerns. By all standards, their mission was starting to look like a failure. If their goal was to rid the streets of the mutts completely, then celebrating the death of each one of them would be common place. This couldn't be further from the truth. In their current mission, the death of one or two regular beasts had been negligible. They were to play scapegoat and bait a considerable sized group or any given 'Big Bad' to their location, and they have failed. What stood before them now was considerably easy pickings for R-W with his squad behind him. Alone, it might not even be difficult to suggest he could survive against all five of the remaining beasts for a fair amount of time. When the small pack had retreated completely, to R-W's surprise, his mission was finally and officially a complete failure. There was a time that such a realization would be crippling. The system of vampires that once took him in and raised him to be a killer would be the source of his childhood's most notable stress and fears. What if they don't need me anymore? Will I sleep on the concrete again? Alone? In his head, the child voice of his youngerself would ask these questions. While his comrades stripped their gloves and complained between themselves about the mission failure and various different actions they should have taken to have been more successful, R-W remained in place as he listened to the haunting whispers of his past self. Each choked word he used to force past his small lips simply no longer applied to the man he was now, but the waves of thought still washed over him with full effect. He had a place to belong, someone who needed him, and he loved her very much. The whole vampire system could bite the dust tomorrow and he wouldn't be alone, he had nothing to be afraid of, Right? These were the facts, but the fear still found him. The anxious hunger pains still pulsed through his vains. Don't worry, there's always next time! The cheerful voice of a member of his squad had eased out of their black and red mask before they slapped a hand on R-W's shoulder. To this, their ominous squad captain didn't make a sound or move. Rick? The lesser vampire boy's voice cracked. The one wearing the red and black mask must have been mid to late teens as he was similar in height to grown adults, or a large growth spurt above average height young teen. To the most recent remark, hearing his name, R-W shrugged the hand off his shoulder and turned away. You know you aren't supposed to use anything other than our operative names outside of our civilian identities. The blue skull and steel masked man leaned down to grip the beast-cicle by it's frosty furred throat. Send dispatch the message Mission incomplete. Alert the other active operatives. Rick spoke to his squad in a rather disinterested, detatched way before he started to walk down the street while dragging the fallen enemy by it's throat. Man, R-W get's under my skin. The red and black masked teen spoke with a shrug before facing his squadmates. Rick knew what he was missing. His warm bed, the woman that holds his pieces together. These two parts to his overall life puzzle had his mouth watering, each individually had managed to sing a song to his heart and body that he just couldn't ignore. To live without them would lead to his early death, without a doubt. But, how does he tell a human that he is a vampire? What would the system really do if they knew he was romancing a human? A sin in his world, without a doubt, especially for a creature like himself His body held kingsblood. Without this very trait he aquired from a dying vampire over a decade ago, the system would have never given him the time of day or payed for his housing and education. And yet, the woman whose careful touch whisks away his every blood-curdling fear didn't need to know he was so unique in this fashion. The thought was unreal. She didn't know he could summon ice on a whim or introduce a human body to short-term cyrogenics by mere physical contact. In her eyes, he saw the world of passion she had for him in spite of that fact. Seeing that look she always gave him had both melted away his childhood fears and summoned so much guilt in his gut. It may be what's best for her, his world was dangerous and so full of pain. At the same time, this was no different than bold-faced lying. Ripping into someone's neck didn't make him hate the monster he had to be, not as much as knowing he was silently betraying the only person who truthfully trusts him. Letting these hard truths beat his heart into submission on the way, Rick finally dragged the beast's body far enough from the street of the initial fight that it had defrosted considerably. In a way, Rick always wanted to experiment with the unusual lively properties of Kingsblood and the fresh corpse of his briefly frozen targets. Not to satisfy some sadistic notion of discovery or for science and knowledge, but to maybe return the lives of his prey and give his heart a little less guilt and grief at the end of a mission. As quickly as he iced the beast, he shrugged off the curiosity that surrounded it's potential revival and tossed it into a specifically marked dumpster. A dump-site, hidden in the open. It wasn't entirely uncommon for a human to nose about in these dumpsters and uncover the bodies that the Vampire System wanted to properly dispose of, but that risk wasn't too great in of itself. --- Discarding his mask and gloves into his big grey gym bag, Rick pulled off the black wig to reveal his soft silver hair that gently graced his shoulders and framed his handsome, boyish facial features. His eyes, when not a glowing red, were a near-platinum blue that was almost impossible ignore when paired with his perfect white teeth in a trademark mischevious grin. Swapping the wig with his black button-up vest that paired well with his white dress shirt, Rick was fully returned to his college outfit that he wore that morning before the mission. How anyone saw R-W and ignored the possibility that he was a college student was beyond Rick, but he couldn't possible factor out his biased perspective of already knowing R-W's identity. It was strange to compare himself to Peter Parker or Clark Kent, because he wasn't a super hero, but he loved the way Peter Parker left little to no evidence of his connection to spiderman while Clark Kent just took off his glasses and he already had the same face as superman. Shaking his head back and forth to free himself from that mental loop, Rick pushed his key into the door lock of his dorm room and turned it. Muscle memory guided him forward as the door swung open and shut almost effortlessly. With a bit of a gentle hum to a tune of a classic song that he's long-since forgotten the lyrics too, Rick tossed his bag onto his bed and flicked on the lights before undressing with a bit of jazz in his step. As of this moment, he was alone in a good way. Preparing for a shower was much easier when he could just get naked without worrying who would catch a glimpse of his lean, inviting male form. Snagging a towel from a rack near his bed, he hurried towards the bathroom to start the shower water. The knob was turned all the way up to maximum heat as he guided the bathroom door shut with a nudge from his foot. Nothing about dragging the werewolf by it's throat was a freshing feeling, and until he could let the judgement of a steaming hot showerhead clense his skull, he probably wouldn't be sleeping with any form of ease.