#tw blood loss
Continued from here
CW: Blood, threats, discussion of murder
“This could have been so much easier for everyone.” Azari let go of Morgan, who fell limply to the ground, barely conscious and too weak from blood loss to stand. Azari drew the back of his hand across his lips, wiping away blood. “But you had to complicate things.”
Azari knelt on the ground next to Morgan. “I’m going to use you to take him down once I find him.” He whispered, a grin splitting his face. “And then, I’m going to kill you both.”
And Azari walked out the door.
—
August closed his eyes, leaning back against the tree in the park. He didn’t realize he was shaking.
It didn’t matter how many years went by. Ten. A hundred. A thousand. Ten thousand.
The pain always felt fresh when he thought about it.
Hissister.His responsibility. He was supposed to take care of her, but he didn’t.
He killed her.
Maybe he shouldn’t have walked out on Morgan so abruptly. But then again, if he had stayed, things would have only gone downhill.
Suddenly an odd feeling of uneasiness stabbed at August’s mind. He opened his eyes just in time to be knocked suddenly to the ground. He didn’t have time to register who his as a assailant was, but he could tell from their strength that they weren’t human.
August kicked them off relatively easily and scrambled to his feet.
A bitter taste settled in his mouth as he locked eyes with Azari. “You.”
“Surprise! It’s me.” He looked too happy. There was no way he was going to beat August in a test of strength— August had just proved that. So why was he smiling?
August’s thoughts snapped back to Morgan.
“What do you want? What did you do?”
“I think you can make an educated guess about that. Both of those, actually.” Azari stepped closer.
August brought up his hands to fight.
“Put your fists down. You look like an idiot. You can’t hurt me if you ever want to see your little pet alive again.”
“You know that’s not true. There’s only one way vampires can die, which means you’ve either already killed them or you have to go back to kill them. If they’re dead, what the hell is the point of leaving you alive. If they’re alive, I’ll find them after I put an end to this shit.” August lunged forward, but Azari was able to sidestep in time.
“Wrong. I mean, partially correct, except there are billions of places they could be. I’m fast enough that they could be at the bottom of the ocean right now. Or buried six feet underground— do you really think you can find them? And if so, how long will it take you? Maybe hours. Maybe decades. Maybe never. Are you really going to put them through that? When you could cooperate and save them from years of torturous waiting? Some things are worse than death, you know.”
August hesitated. Azari wasn’t wrong. He might be bluffing— Morgan could still be in his house. For some reason, though, August doubted it. He was right. August wasn’t going to make Morgan wait years to be found again. And he couldn’t guarantee he’d find him quickly.
“… So what happens if I decide to go with you? I can’t imagine you plan to just lead me straight to them. What’s your trick?”
“No trick. At least, not yet. I will lead you straight to them.”
August didn’t trust him— how could he— but he didn’t see a better option. “Fine. Take me to them.”
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