Trigger warnings for blood, horror, neck trauma, death, suicidal ideation etc will feature, follow with caution.
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Written by Andy.
blog est. Nov 2013
Status: Hiatus (as of Mid August)
Formerly strigoxica.
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|| { † } Stalking the night proved as fruitless as usual. She wouldn’t get anywhere in her hunt if she ignored the obvious kills and went for the suburban area instead, though it would get her less noticed – and that was always a plus. Keeping a low profile while still keeping fed was a top priority of Homura’s.
She turned a corner, soon emerging onto the avenue where a certain Miki Sayaka resided. She’d recognise this place anywhere. The question was now whether she wanted to stay here and risk drinking the blood of one of the blue-haired’s neighbours, or migrate elsewhere and possibly go the night without a meal.
Well, she’d better stick around and see if anyone was wandering around, first. Sure enough to her luck, there was someone careless enough to be out, only – Oh.
Homura ducked behind a wall, hoping that she wasn’t noticed given how Sayaka had been closer than she thought the whole time. If anything, the vampire didn’t want to be caught. Being caught by someone…‘familiar’ to her usually ended up with the execution of the other party as a consequence… and unnecessary killing of Madoka’s friends was something she’d rather avoid doing.
“O-oh…” Sounded kind of like some kind of generic movie lie. Whatever. It wasn’t honestly Sayaka’s business to wonder...