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"I want two tickets to this movie."
The person at the cashier looked at the young man who requested the tickets. Then to the little kid besides him who couldn't be more than ten. For an adult movie, full of gore and a lot of explicit parts that were absolutely forbidden for kids. That'd end at midnight.
"I'm sorry but children aren't..." The child hissed, the adult put a hand on his hair and the hiss turned to him.
"Yes, they are allowed as long as they have adult supervision. I'm an adult. I need two tickets."
The person at the cashier, still incredulous but not paid enough for this, shrugged it off.
"If you're going to fuck up the mind of a child don't blame us later." They get the ticket along with a resigned sigh from the other.
"The movie is overrated." Mask comments, straw hanging on his mouth before he takes a longer gulp, pale lips stained red.
"Agreed." Warriors drinks his own blood, still warm from their latest victim.
Mask really should control his temper, not the poor employee's fault that he looked like a kid. They were turned at the same time, both were thousand years old, Wars was just lucky to be turned on his twentieth birthday while Mask on his tenth. And it's always a pain to hide the bodies now with all the cameras and new technology to watch for. Oh well, that's life. They’d learn how to deal with this new tech just as they had learned with the others. On the screen a woman screeches when the movie's monster attacks her neck.
"What a waste of blood." Mask shakes his head "Can't believe that's what people think about us nowadays. Either a sparkly romanticized idiot or a brainless blood sucking bat monster." He shakes the bottle, finding it empty and eyed his. "Give me more."
"We shared evenly." Warriors replied, not taking his eyes off the screen. He had to admit, it was as offensive for their kind as it was good CGI. Wind would love it.
"I'm in my growing phase!"
"That excuse stopped working when you were a hundred years old."
The other vampire tsked and crossed his arms with a pout. The door under the screen opened and one man with a lantern pointed to them. The smile on Mask' face was pointed and dangerous, eyes glowing red for a moment before settling back on sky blue.
"Oh sorry, I thought it was empty." The man apologized and was going to close the door when Mask got up.
"Mister, can you show me the bathroom?" He asked in the most innocent voice his small body could muster and the man stopped, the door still partially open.
"Of course."
"Don't make a mess." Warriors said quietly, Mask waved him off.
"I'll be back before the movie ends."
He didn't. Warriors should know honestly, but sighed even so and got up. Outside, two fresh corpses and no sign of Mask. He went further inside, hiding his presence in the shadows, following the scent of blood and found his roommate being held by a woman. She rubbed his back in soothing circles while he fake sobbed.
"It's okay, no need to be afraid. I already called the police."
"You did?" He asked with a small voice.
"Yes. Don't worry, they will catch whoev-" The woman stopped when the kid moved back, body falling slacks and eyes glazed as she was entranced.
Warriors stepped out of the shadows before the other could bring his mouth to her neck.
"Honestly Mask?"
The little vampire rolled his eyes, hugging the woman
"I saved her for you." He nuzzled the neck of the woman "She is so warm. "
Well, he was not passing a snack and they had a long way back to drive to their current house.
“Is he your son?”
Someone asks in the store line. Mask fortunately doesn’t pay attention, still looking at the chocolates near the cashier.
“Little brother actually.”
They tried the son lie before, he looked too young to have a child even some centuries ago when girls were having children at fourteen. Actually, some girls still have babies at fourteen these days. Some things never changed, but this should.
“Oh I see. So you’re not taken.”
He eyed the person again and let his senses focus. Woman, near thirties, no smoke smell, no easy to recognize disease, pretty common face after seeing so many hylians for the last thousand years living in the country. Oh, he had worse people before.
“No, single and ready to mingle.” He ignored the huff from Mask, giving his best charming smile to the woman.
“I’m taking a box of each.” Mask said and Warriors waved him off.
“I’m actually new in the neighborhood.” She says, slightly embarrassed. Blood rushed to her cheeks and wasn’t that a lovely vision? His mouth watered.
“You should come for the potluck this Saturday. Everyone is welcome.” He nodded with an easy smile, they walked a bit closer to the cashier when the line moved “Maybe stay for dinner.”
“I’d love to.”
“Great!” He swallowed, thickly and had to control his senses to not be overwhelmed. Too many people here, no need to start another carnage, the last one took months to clean and years in another country until they were ok to come back.
“You should put in the salad dressing.” Mask counted the bags and checked the needles before locking them inside the chest again. Warriors hummed, crumpling the herbs and poured it in the gravy pan. “Not everyone eats meat these days.”
“Not everyone likes salad too.”
The only good point of living forever is learning to do a lot of things. Their group of horrible cooks could now make a decent feast and nowadays people were so happy to participate in a neighborhood potluck, it was easy to mix some herbs that would improve the blood flow and say it is a family recipe. It was even easier to have a group only large enough that everyone could sit down on the couch after lunch and lounge and plan for the next one. The lady from the market really came and he introduced her to the others. She’d need good connections just arriving in a city and he was more than happy to provide.
Also, someone had to miss her to tell the news to the family in case things got out of control. They weren't trying that hard to hide the corpses anymore, but it had to look more or less like an accident or another vampire hysteria would start again, that's the last thing they needed.
“Did you get your toys Junior?” He asked and the glare Mask sent made him snicker when the other vampire brought his bag.
“ Whore.” He mumbled in old hylian, a dead language that they could use to talk in secret even in private
“ Grouchy bastard .” He replied without batting an eye, the insults were too common by now to really offend. He knew Mask was a bit jealous, it was hard to be taken seriously as a kid. “Thanks for watching over him tonight.” Warriors says to the couple, waiting with their own child. They were the last guests to leave, the lady was still inside, pretending to be in a call or something to give herself an excuse of staying while everyone left.
“Not a problem, Link.” The friendly neighbor smiled, running a hand over their stomach “But man, that lamb was good. Send me the recipe later.”
“Absolutely.” Wars nodded and waved them off.
“Save some food for me!” Mask complained.
“Don’t worry, there’ll be enough.” Hopefully. He probably should fill a blood bag instead of biting.
Ah, who was he trying to fool? With a warm body under him, heart racing and blood flowing full of adrenaline and dopamine after sex, his fangs were out and piercing skin. Thankfully the habit of entrancing was ingrained on his brain by Sky and the woman wouldn’t remember any of this part.
“Wars!” He groaned and let go of the woman, licking his lips to save every possible drop
“What?” He licked her neck, closing the wound. It had the double effect of medium anesthetic, so he sucked on the skin, leaving a red mark that wouldn’t be too questioned other than the expected after a wild night.
“Problem. Big problem.” Warriors huffed
“Someone better be dying.”
“They are!”
“Gods kill me.” He grunted, raising his head to see the other by the side of the bed, the woman passed out under him, still so warm and delicious. “What happened now?” Mask was looking at her too, eyes large and mouth hanging and he could see the fangs poking out of his lips “Nah-ah, she’s mine. You had a whole family to eat from.”
Mask shook his head, trying to focus again.
“It’s her.” Mask showed his phone. “Four just sent me.” A picture of a young teen, hiking a hill and giving a thumbs up.
“Where?” Mask raised his arms, as frustrated as he was. “Damn it all, have you called Sky?”
“Not picking up.” Mask looked to the woman again, not with hunger but concern. “Are you going to leave her here?''
The woman slept without a worry in her mind. They couldn’t disappear without an explanation. This would work maybe fifty years ago, but these days? Not a fat chance. He sat down on the mattress, running a hand through his hair.
“You also can’t disappear from the Wolton’s house.” He sighed and covered her with the blankets “Call me at six, I won’t pick up for the two first tries then I’ll take the third one.”
“Korean?”
“German. I think I’ve told someone about us having family in Munich.” Mask nodded and went to his room while Warriors went for the closet where he kept the luggage, not caring about dressing.
Clothes were never really a worry for them. An immortal life meant their savings doubled every fifty years, without counting investments and heists when they were particularly bored. But they carried magic items, books with curses and spells that while harmless in human hands, could be one hell of a headache with someone from the other realms. Mask was already filling his luggage with small boxes, he knew each carried a different mask that could shape shift him or drive a man to madness. A nasty thing he enjoyed collecting over years. Warriors debated over taking the fire rod. The house would still be theirs but who knew how long until they came back? Better take it too.
“Got any space left in your magical bag?” Mask put his hand inside until almost the shoulder with a frown but nodded, he threw the rod at him and it was safely kept.
“I think I can only fit one bottle here.”
“Put the dragon blood. Wild would kill us if it’s wasted.”
He walked around the rest of the house, checking. No noteworthy work of art here, he got a couple more magical tools that were in the office. Alright, everything looked harmless enough for humans until they could come back or ask someone to come. Mask was carrying now two large bottles of silver liquid, comically big in his little arms.
“Oh shit.” Warriors dragged a hand on his face “Why is this here?” Mask shrugged, the bottles clinking with the motion “I swear, it’s a miracle we never stopped carrying those things.” He carefully put the bottles near the curse book, involving both with fabric stitched in fae glamor. For human eyes, hopefully, they’d look like shampoo or something harmless. A soft ping made them glance at each other before Mask got his phone.
“Wind found him.” Mask frowned to his phone. “Hyrule.”
“Of fucking course.” If anything, Hylia was predictable. He closed the first luggage. “Central? The woods?”
“Ordon.” Warriors almost broke the zipper.
“Ordon?” He hissed back. “Since when is Ordon part of Hyrule?”
"For the last hundred years apparently?" Mask frowned to the phone “He lives in a bigger city north, but hometown is Ordon."
"That’s basically our backyard.” Mask nodded while he put the luggage against the office table. He crouched near the drawer pulling documents they would need to travel and stuffing them in the outside pocket of the luggage. “How is she coming any close to it with a holy spring right there?” The smaller vampire shrugged and Warriors sighed, putting his head against the luggage “Please tell me he’s a priest or something.”
“I think he’s a student.” Mask hummed “Wind is looking for a better picture. There’s him and another guy. Dividing?”
“Dividing.” Warriors pulled his hair backwards, looking up to the ceiling. They barely started in this city.
The acting on the next day was easier than the last minute preparations from the night before. He pretended to be asleep and the woman stirred when his phone ringed loudly one, two and finally before it became a third missed call he picked it up. He apologized, saying it was a family problem and he had to pick up his little brother immediately and she was understanding enough to change quickly and leave (gods dammit it all, he could have fed more , she wasn’t even dizzy!)
They were out of the city and inside a plane in less than two hours.