Bleach

Rideton, Present Day

Talen pulled the chair over and straddled it, crossing his arms over the back. “Who was it that you were talking to just before?”

The Van Helsing’s skin had blanched, and his eyes appeared sunken from the pain of three broken limbs. Talen was impressed that the man was still conscious and fighting for survival. Dragging himself across the floor to the wall had done his compound fracture no favors, and the air was filled with the scent of blood.

“Stop looking at me like that,” the man rasped.

Talen realized that he was hungry. It had been a night filled with activity after all, and due to the need for quiet and speed, he had refrained from drinking from those he killed, using brute force and breaking necks, instead. “My apologies,” his grin said the opposite of his words, revealing his elongated teeth. “I haven’t eaten recently.”

“Fuck,” the man half whimpered the word, his face screwing up in despair.

“Don’t worry,” Talen purred the words. “You’re not exactly to m