[Did someone order an assassin? (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781144.html?thread=64043096#t64043096)]
If he hadn't spent the last five minutes with his eyes cast to the tiles, Venom might have missed the vampire curled against the wall as he entered the hallway. ...Was something the matter with him? His mind immediately went for "he looks pale" before he realized that was another stupid thought and it was pushed away into the Officer Obvious bin.
Still, there was something off about Edward; his aura read as dangerous. It might be better to avoid the man in case he attacked.
It was almost as if to regain his pride in the face of that earlier cowardice that he slowly stepped forward, cautiously and warily nearing the creature. His grip held tight to his makeshift cue as he looked down at him, trying to brush off the notion that nearing too close would cause the boy to shift into a berserker rage and he would attack violently, mirroring the events of nights before.
He wanted to reach up and touch the scars lining the side of his throat as they began to itch at the memory, but he didn't.
"Edward. Are you okay?" It was more clinical than concerned, testing the waters in a sense.
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If he hadn't spent the last five minutes with his eyes cast to the tiles, Venom might have missed the vampire curled against the wall as he entered the hallway. ...Was something the matter with him? His mind immediately went for "he looks pale" before he realized that was another stupid thought and it was pushed away into the Officer Obvious bin.
Still, there was something off about Edward; his aura read as dangerous. It might be better to avoid the man in case he attacked.
It was almost as if to regain his pride in the face of that earlier cowardice that he slowly stepped forward, cautiously and warily nearing the creature. His grip held tight to his makeshift cue as he looked down at him, trying to brush off the notion that nearing too close would cause the boy to shift into a berserker rage and he would attack violently, mirroring the events of nights before.
He wanted to reach up and touch the scars lining the side of his throat as they began to itch at the memory, but he didn't.
"Edward. Are you okay?" It was more clinical than concerned, testing the waters in a sense.