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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><i>Nothing kills him?</i> Luca took a deep, ragged breath as they reached the door. He was still trying to process what the vampire had said to him. How was it even possible that this creature had <i>tried</i> to die and it didn't work? And the way the vampire had looked at him as he declared that Luca would be the one to kill him... it twisted his stomach for some reason. After all, it wasn't every day that one would happen to find a suicidal vampire. The creature banged against the door and called out. Luca could only watch. He wanted to know more for some reason. With a frown, he reached over with his good hand and tugged the hood of the vampire's jacket up more to cast a deeper shadow across his features. <br/>
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"Don't talk, don't let them know you're a vampire. I'm far from trusting you, so don't get me wrong. You're just... different." Luca took a breath and then coughed. That was never a good sign. With a groan, he swallowed and ran his tongue across his lips. The door to the establishment swung open, golden light flooding the steps they were on. Luca lifted his gaze to see a rather tall, bulky man eyeing them. <br/>
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"We were attacked..." Luca said and the itch in his throat garnered another hard cough that had him doubling over. If not for the vampire next to him, he would have dropped right there. <br/>
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"And you're still alive? That's some luck," the hunter offered as he stepped out and helped Luca stand better. <br/>
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"Blood rite," Luca answered and that was all he needed to say.<br/>
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"Serious? You're the guy?" When Luca only nodded, the hunter gave a heavy sigh. "Gotta say, wasn't expecting someone so young. Took a hell of a beating. And your friend? Are they hurt too?"<br/>
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"No... it's... all mine," Luca wheezed. The warmth of the building was getting to him. The colors meshed together and his head grew light. He lost track of what was going on, only just barely hearing someone talking in his ear. They sounded so far away... something about having him, clearing a spot, and medicine. Luca was lost in the golden lights, the aches of his body long gone. He couldn't decide if that was a good thing or if it was something to worry about. He drifted in and out, flinching at times when pain abruptly stabbed at him. The words around him were from different voices as they called to one another. They sounded rushed, worried even. Someone took his head, cradling the back of his neck easily and tilting him upright. Cold liquid pressed against his lips and Luca opened his mouth, letting it slip down his throat. If it tasted of anything, he couldn't tell. The weird in between that he was constantly floating finally faded into darkness. <br/>
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Luca took a slow deep breath and woke to a different place than he remembered being in. The room was small and the bed comfortable. He stretched, enjoying the way the sheets felt against his back and arms. The cool, soft, touch threatened to lull him back into sleep. Turning his head into the pillow, he took a deep breath of the rich vanilla scent. He gave a soft sigh and slowly forced himself to get up. He noted his shirtless state, bandages around his waist and arm that had been broken by the vampire. He felt better than he had in days. <i>Hunter's always have the good stuff,</i> he mused. He threw his legs over the side of the bed, his lower half still fully dressed, including the boots. Luca tested his strength as he stood. "Now... where did he go?" he muttered to himself as he started with the immediate vicinity to see where the vampire was.</span>