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((Actually you are doing it right. If they aren’t tagged like that they can’t be blocked. If you have a phobia you don’t go under the tag for it.))

[[Well, too late. I promised to go remove my hemophobia tags, and I did. But I do still use every possible combination of blood, warning, and trigger. Logically, anyone with hemophobia and tumblr savior will catch one of them.]]

((Aren’t you just taking precautions so you don’t upset anyone?))

[[Well. Apparently I upset someone. I couldn’t imagine anyone with hemophobia looking in the hemophobia tag. I would never search the arachnophobia tag. But maybe people look for support posts or something, and I freaked someone out I guess. I was a little dubious when I first used the tags, but as I said, I saw people tagging for trypophobia so that others could tumblr savior, so I thought that’s what I was supposed to do. I wish my anon had come a few days earlier.]]

[[I’m going to take a little time to do some dash reading. And poking Hart. Then I’ll switch over to Galli <3]]

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Morals? What were morals? While the werewolves on the other side of town were rescuing defenseless children, Hanna didn’t bother to think about it before he bit deep into the child’s neck, the shrill scream of pain quickly dissolving into fading whimpers as he pulled blood hurriedly. His burns slowly dwindled away.

Dropping the lifeless corpse, he gave Conrad a nod. The parents were his. His prize.

Conrad felt proud of his catch. But. Hanna was still looking a little worse for wear, and the male was starting to come to.

“Yours,” he muttered before he passed Hanna the woman, and went after the man. He was big. More than enough for now. Conrad grabbed him by the throat, throwing him down on his back, and jumped on him, biting deep into his neck the way Hanna had. This time, he managed to do it right, and the man’s heart fluttered to stop after only a minute or so, his attempts at pulling Conrad off useless and only earning him a broken wrist for his troubles. Conrad drained the man dry, not one to waste like those messy werewolves who left limbs scattered about. The thirst wasn’t as bad. But still there. Something told him it would always be there. He already hated it.

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The problem was…stopping the car. With what little strength Hanna had left, he quickly hauled up a large chunk of concrete from an adjacent building and threw it. It landed square in the engine, the car swerving and coming to a halt, just short of an  abandoned insurance agency.

The family was confused, at first. They hadn’t seen Hanna throwing the rock, and with all the debris and smoke in the air, Hanna and Conrad, both with humanity (luckily the species of vampires they were prevented any grotesque transformation);

Well, they looked like regular humans. They called for help, making the mistake of nearing them. Hanna trusted Conrad to fetch his meal.

Conrad looked to Hanna, then back at the family, and managed a somewhat genial (closed lipped) smile. The father asked for help, and said something about being thankful they were out here to help. Conrad couldn’t be sure of the words. The sound of heartbeats jackhammered in his ears. The man reached out a hand to shake out of habit, and Conrad grabbed it.

The man realized his mistake immediately, but only had a moment to look panicked before he was yanked in. Conrad grabbed him by the back of the head, spinning on his heel, and slammed his face into the broken street. The smell of blood hit him like a brick wall. He wanted to eat. But no. Wait. Hanna first.

He abandoned the fallen man, and cut off the fleeing woman and her small son. He couldn’t have been more than six or seven. No way could she survive in this city dragging him along. They were dead anyways. He was just ending it quick. He wrapped an arm like a steel bar around the woman, flinching as she screamed in pain and terror right in his ear, and grabbed the boy by the shirt, lifting him up. Dragging them back, he handed the child to Hanna. Make it quick. Don’t make him watch the others go first. The most kindness Conrad could manage in his depraved state.

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Conrad jumped a good foot in the air at the sudden energy pulse that threw Hanna. He looked from the barrier to Hanna and back again before giving an inhuman cry, furious at whatever had hurt his sire. He could hear the hearts inside the building quicken. They heard. They knew. He snarled and screeched again, baring fangs before finally backing off. He didn’t know if the barrier would give him the warnings it had given Hanna. Touching it might very well toast him like the little piles of ash scattered around. He retreated to Hanna’s side, checking him for injuries. What was he supposed to do?

“Hanna…?”

It was a good minute before Hanna stirred, merely opening his eyes and rolling over on his back.

This was a bust. “M’….fi-…fine. Fine.” he waved his fledgeling off, clearly not okay.

“Jus’ gotta go somewhere else…” and he had to eat again, too. It was the only way his burns would heal. Maybe they should try other large  buildings, where other people might try to huddle together and hide.

He held a hand up, wanting Conrad to haul him to his feet.

Conrad took his hand instantly, pulling Hanna to his feet and keeping a supportive arm around him for the moment while he recovered. He tried listening and smelling for prey like they had on the roof. It was hard. Roasty toasty vampire wasn’t a pleasant smell.

He paused. Three heartbeats, moving fast, engine. Small vehicle. Headed this way but a couple blocks off yet.

“There,” he said unnecessarily, pointing in the direction he heard them. If they could get even one person out of that car, it would at least help his sire. Three was a nice little meal if they could get them all.