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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Bitter cold cut through his jacket. Luca hit the wall hard with his shoulder, bracing himself against the stone in exhaustion. The small alley before him twisted in on itself and he closed his eyes in an attempt to still his vision. <i>Shit...</i> Taking a deep breath, he attempted to regain some of his lost strength. There were three this time, and they were damned determined to kill Luca. The fight favored the vampires, and Luca only barely managed to get away from them. He knew it wouldn't last though, not with the wounds he'd sustained. The blood trail alone was more than enough for every vampire in the vicinity; not just the three who had jumped him. <br/>
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Looking down, he gingerly moved his hand away from his side, just above his hip. Blood coated his fingers, soaked the clothes he wore, and was the worst of all the other injuries. He didn't dare move the shirt that clung to his skin there, fearing some of the blood had dried it to his skin. The pain alone would be nauseating -and he was already hardly standing. <i>I should make use of it at the very least...</i> he mused, then pushed off the wall and forced his tired body to move. <br/>
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As he walked, he fumbled for the knife he carried. Made of silver, it was something he got from an old hunter friend a long time ago. Luca rubbed the flat of the blade across the wounds, coating the steel with it as best he could. Along with making a vampire taste his blood, he also found other creative uses for it. The volatile poison was a death sentence once it entered their body. It didn't matter how. Within minutes, the vampire infected with Luca's blood crumbled into dust. <br/>
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He gripped the bloodied weapon tightly, his gaze toward the ground in order to focus on walking forward. Luca worried that if he looked up, the world would spin again. What he needed was a hunter who could patch him up and give him something to help heal the wounds a little faster. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think where a hunters headquarters would be. At least, not one that would be close enough for him to make it too in time. <br/>
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"Told you he didn't get far."<br/>
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The air picked up just slightly, rustling through Luca's hair. He stopped short, looking up into a pair of dark eyes rimmed with a dull pulse of red. The vampire smiled, flashing a pair of long fangs. "I say we gut him like a pig and let him bleed out slowly."<br/>
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"Such a waste... it smells so good too..."<br/>
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"Just tear his head off and be done with it!" <br/>
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Luca never replied, just glared at the one in front of him. He didn't have to look to know where the other two were: right behind him and to his left. He changed his grip on the knife he held and took a deep breath. Luca turned the blade so it was reverse in his hand, sharp steel following the length of his forearm. If he timed it right, he could definitely kill one of them, maybe two if he was fast enough. <br/>
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The vampire in front of him bared his teeth and lunged.</span>