@Remipa Awesome
Mithias didnt' flinch as Hank grabbed him. Hank couldn't, or wouldn't, hurt Mithias, despite the bravado, and Mithias knew it. Hank was still so young and so very human. He needed things like stability, logic, and even still believed he needed to breathe. Mithias stepped back as he was released. He then clipped his blood-burned swords to his sides as he commented dryly, "That 'dog' saved both our lives. Nonetheless, I will meet you." Hale probably wouldn't want to join them anyway, but he might have overheard where they were going. They shoudld have been far enough away from the pit that Kami wouldn't have also heard. The three ran off in separate directions.
Sometime later, in the early night, Mithias found a rundown office complex. Tracking the young vampire was easy for the former hunter, especially since it was his own blood. Mithias took slow steps down the hall to the boiler room, not masking his presence, yet not trusting Hank to potentially greet him with a flamethrower. He stepped into the room to find Hank in a seat with a beer in hand. The poor boy unfortunately could no longer enjoy its affects.
Yellow, surreal eyes glanced at the drink. "Doesn't tase the same anymore, does it?" Mithias looked again at Hank who was still guarding himself with the shotgun and fairly pissed off. Seeing Hank not shooting flames at him, Mithias walked in and took a seat.
The room was full of weapons, chains, instruments of vampire torture and destruction, bindings, blades, and some fancy lights. A fair tribute to a decent vampire hunter. He scanned the room, appreciating the collection, but not being much for small talk. Mithias laced his fingers and rested his elbows on the chair. After a moment of consternation, he got right to the point. "I have to apologise to you, Hank, for when I turned you, I was filled with hatred and anger, and I did not do it properly. That is, I did not give you a choice, and instead I forced the change upon you. It was wrong, and for that, I am sorry. That is not how it was done to me, and I failed to treat the precious gift as it was meant to be treated as I passed it on to you. But even still, I do not regret your making. The truth is that I wanted you. It was selfish of me, yes, but underneath my hate, I saw within you what you would become, and I wanted to have you. In many ways you are very much like myself."
Mithias didnt' flinch as Hank grabbed him. Hank couldn't, or wouldn't, hurt Mithias, despite the bravado, and Mithias knew it. Hank was still so young and so very human. He needed things like stability, logic, and even still believed he needed to breathe. Mithias stepped back as he was released. He then clipped his blood-burned swords to his sides as he commented dryly, "That 'dog' saved both our lives. Nonetheless, I will meet you." Hale probably wouldn't want to join them anyway, but he might have overheard where they were going. They shoudld have been far enough away from the pit that Kami wouldn't have also heard. The three ran off in separate directions.
Sometime later, in the early night, Mithias found a rundown office complex. Tracking the young vampire was easy for the former hunter, especially since it was his own blood. Mithias took slow steps down the hall to the boiler room, not masking his presence, yet not trusting Hank to potentially greet him with a flamethrower. He stepped into the room to find Hank in a seat with a beer in hand. The poor boy unfortunately could no longer enjoy its affects.
Yellow, surreal eyes glanced at the drink. "Doesn't tase the same anymore, does it?" Mithias looked again at Hank who was still guarding himself with the shotgun and fairly pissed off. Seeing Hank not shooting flames at him, Mithias walked in and took a seat.
The room was full of weapons, chains, instruments of vampire torture and destruction, bindings, blades, and some fancy lights. A fair tribute to a decent vampire hunter. He scanned the room, appreciating the collection, but not being much for small talk. Mithias laced his fingers and rested his elbows on the chair. After a moment of consternation, he got right to the point. "I have to apologise to you, Hank, for when I turned you, I was filled with hatred and anger, and I did not do it properly. That is, I did not give you a choice, and instead I forced the change upon you. It was wrong, and for that, I am sorry. That is not how it was done to me, and I failed to treat the precious gift as it was meant to be treated as I passed it on to you. But even still, I do not regret your making. The truth is that I wanted you. It was selfish of me, yes, but underneath my hate, I saw within you what you would become, and I wanted to have you. In many ways you are very much like myself."