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Kant was a human, flawed as a human can be, stained with sin from head to toe.
That night at the bar —where Kant worked as a bartender—, a particular man made his move, using every trick in the book: flirty looks and long glances that hypnotized Kant under those charming eyes, brown and weirdly golden, sparkling in red from time to time.
“So are you going to stare at me and that's it?” Kant finally appeared in front of him, a cocky smile and an expensive classy drink in his hand. “Here.”
Ray, the stranger, looked up with a sly grin, playing with the lemon slice that decorated his cocktail.
“Hi, bartender.” Ray licked his fangs and sniffed the air, smelling the guilt, the sins, the pain, so delicious and right there. “Trying to get me drunk?” A low chuckle escaped his throat before taking a sip.
“I would never.” Kant rested his arms on the bar, smiling, charming, Ray could see a tongue piercing and it made him even more tasteful. A liar with a pierced tongue, isn’t that fun?
“This is your flirting?” The monster pointed at the drink, he wished for it to be his blood and not some soda mixed up with vodka.
“Yes.”
“It's working.” Ray leaned closer too, his eyes dangerous, making Kant feel dizzy. Of course Ray used all his gifts and powers over the hot tattooed man. He was a vampire, not only fed by blood, but by energy, by fear, by lies, by distrust, and Kant was like a banquet.
However, he had to use his hypnosis to make the bartender grow closer to him, make him forget about job, like an invisible force pulling them closer.
“Kant!” A girl shouted, smacking his head, forcing Kant to turn with a stupid smile. “You have a job, remember? Serving drinks and looking hot?”
“Chill.” Ray purred at her, showing his fangs in a smirk. “He's just having fun with me.”
“Fuck off, vampire.” She rolled her eyes and pulled Kant by his arm to the other side, watching the younger —well, he was more than 400 years old, but looked really youthful— acting like a cat ready to play with a mouse.
Kant wasn't hearing, he was too gone into the pretty eyes and honey voice.
“He's a vampire, Kant, you don't like him. He makes you like him.” Chueam pushed the guy's shoulder, trying to bring him back. “He's going to suck the life out of you!”
“What a way to die…” He said in a really foolish way, his eyes never leaving Ray's little stupid face.
“Okay, get out, Ray!” Chueam had enough, slamming her hand on the table and pointing at the vampire accusingly. “You take everything you can! Aren't you exhausted?”
“It's my food, wolfie, I can't just… Let it go.” He rested his face against his palm, winking at Kant. “I need to eat and he's so delicious. He's a liar, a thief, a sinner, a… Perfect meal.”
“He's my friend, get away from him.” The redhead threatened, grabbing some garlic from under the counter —you can guess Ray has spent an awfully long time in this place through the years—, so he nodded, retreating.
“He's never safe, it's either me or anyone else.” Ray warned, hissing at her, his fangs growing larger. “Let it be me, it’ll be so peaceful.”
“Go.” The last warning. Ray obeyed, paying the drinks and walking out of the bar, not before throwing a last glance at Kant, who was getting a damp towel on his forehead to stop the high fever that came out of nowhere.
Ray laughed wickedly, the sound echoing in the almost empty bar. Kant followed it with his eyes, like a mad man, Chueam knew he was a lost cause, and no power would ever take Ray away from his mind.
And she was right, Kant spent the whole week waiting for the vampire, sitting down in the same place, reliving their conversation until one night, he appeared, more beautiful, more youthful… more… Alive. And hungry.
His eyes sparkled when he set his eyes on the depressed bartender, then stared at Chueam with a look that only said ‘I won’ and she knew she couldn't do more. She kept doing her work as usual, ready to let go of Kant.
“Hey, handsome.” Ray placed a dangerous hand on his shoulder, sliding it to his back as he sat down next to him. “Missed me?”
“Yes.” Kant practically whined and leaned for the soft touch. “Why did you leave me here?”
“I'm not welcomed.” He said with a fake pout, holding Kant's chin with his thumb and index, moving his face with a tenderness that could make him pass as an angel. Ray really wanted to drink all of Kant's blood and lying soul.
“Because you're a vampire?” Kant looked anything but scared, more like a stupid rabbit, a very stupid rabbit in love.
“I need to eat, okay?” He said in a low tone, sharp as a knife, but Kant was too hypnotized to notice he was the main course. “I happen to feed off humans.”
Ray almost whined when he saw the beating pulse in Kant's neck, calling for him to mark it and drain every single last drop of blood, but not yet, he sighed.
“Is your shift over?” He looked right into the eyes of the bartender, ready to use his powers to get him to say yes but Kant nodded right away.
He did a fucking good job with this one.
Ray was too hungry, he wasn’t interested in consent, he wanted blood and guts to feed on for tonight. His stool scraped the floor as he stood up, Kant following like a lap dog.
Chueam looked at them leaving the bar, her hand tight around a glass, throwing it towards the door once they were out, she could feel Ray’s greed and hunger filling up the place.
“I hope Kant fucking kills him.” She growled at Fadel, the other bartender and probably Kant’s replacement.
Yeah. Her wish was half granted.
Kant was killing Ray, swallowing his tongue down his throat, making out in the BMW that was so expensive Kant was feeling guilty about doing this on such overpriced seats. Ray was really dizzy at the feeling of the piercing trying to cut his tongue.
They were on the front seats, Kant over Ray in an uncomfortable position, one arm over Ray’s shoulder and one on the seat, Ray with his legs open, his jeans thrown on the backseats and his arms over Kant's shoulders.
“Oh, my god, oh…” He was moaning, panting, his eyes turning red and his nails getting longer, almost ripping Kant's clothes and pulling down the brown jacket.
“You're going to eat me, right?” Kant muttered and Ray moaned an affirmative answer. “Is it gonna hurt?”
Ray wanted to laugh, people really believed he was like other vampires, but no, even though adrenaline made everything tastier, he could get the adrenaline in better ways than scaring his victims.
They kissed, Ray biting Kant's lip, ripping it open, the slit bleeding out as if he was punched, Kant moaning satisfied, blood dripping between their chins and Ray getting wet with that simple taste.
“Tasty…” He mumbled, numb, the blood was equivalent to alcohol, placing a stupidness in his brain. “D-Do something.”
Kant wanted to eat him out, but he couldn't do it there, so he grabbed his own blood with two fingers, just enough to make them slick and pushed them inside Ray, making him separate his back from his leather seat.
“Oh, fuck… Kiss me.” Ray begged in a tone strange for him, his legs opening more and more with every thrust of Kant’s skilled fingers. It was too good. “You’re going to be the most delicious dinner I’ve had in a long time.”
Kant nodded, he was hypnotized, kissing and biting, letting his blood drive Ray crazy. The younger bit down his shoulder with his normal fangs, he wanted only a small taste, his mind went blurry when Kant decided two wasn’t enough and pushed a third one.
“I’m so ready.” Still, he swatted away his hand after drinking some of his blood from the bite. “Wait…”
Kant whined and pouted, but obeyed.
“Why?”
“Let’s go to my place, hm?” Ray stroked his jaw and looked at him in the eye, his brown eyes turning red, playing with Kant’s head. And like a robot, he backed to his seat, just stroking his lips. “Good boy.”
Ray didn’t bother putting on his pants, boxers were enough as he drove during the night around Bangkok, the city was quiet and alone during night, everybody knew that vampires and zombies were always hunting, sirens and ghosts expecting new victims.
Kant was a suicidal, maybe, he worked late at a bar and he knew how many crimes he carried on his back: he used to scam, steal and scare people off with a gang until his younger brother became of age and he had to switch his life, but his sins weren’t automatically forgiven, just forgotten. Ray was stunned he was still alive.
He parked outside his luxury apartment, he was half naked and had to grab his jeans.
“You have a little…” Kant laughed as his hand touched Ray’s jaw, wiping away the blood dripping from his chin down to the seat.
“No one cares.” Ray licked his lips and feigned a bite on Kant’s finger. “Just put on your jacket back, they’re going to call the police if they see that.” He pointed at the mark on his shoulder.
Kant obeyed, he wasn’t even hypnotised anymore, he was just plainly stupid and in love with the vampire, following him like a needy puppy. He was impressed by the complex and admired it when he stepped out while Ray had a problem with his jeans.
“Okay, let’s go.” Ray had cleaned his chin from the blood and he dragged Kant in by the tie, the security didn’t even blink as they entered the building and got in the elevator. Ray was rich enough to make anyone turn their eyes blind.
He slammed —with a supernatural strength— Kant against the elevator wall, pushing the 12th floor button, his fangs didn’t wait, he sank them on the side of the neck, close to his jaw, Kant moaned, his eyes turning white at the sensation.
“Oh, shit…” He looked at the floors going up and up, Ray was drinking his blood, a little desperate as he clenched his hand around the blue tie, taking it off in his hands. “Wait, fuck, don’t kill me yet.”
Ray backed up, a bit puzzled, his victims wouldn’t usually realise their fate, Kant was indeed a fateful addition, he held his jaw and looked at him with pity.
“I’m not going to… Yet.” He licked Kant’s upper lip, leaving a new stroke of blood on his lips. Kant grabbed the back of his head in a fist, kissing him deeply, pushing his tongue inside and slamming his back on the opposite wall. “Fierce.”
Kant hummed over his lips, the elevator dinged and the doors let them pass on the hall. Kant didn’t know where to go, his only thought was to push Ray on a wall next to an expensive painting and a table with a fancy vase, knocking it out on the floor, roses and lilies displayed on the carpet, Ray moaned as he traced Kant’s jawline.
“Over here…” He said as they dragged each other to every possible side, Ray only pulled away to pin his password, the door opened like magic and they barged inside. Kant kicked off his shoes, he didn’t care about anything inside the apartment, he turned on his heels to look at that pretty vampire.
It was a demon with an angel face walking towards him, the yellow lighting behind him treating him like a god, his white shirt covered in blood, dripping off his chin, the fangs longer than ever, shining, his eyes red, and by looking at them, the hypnosis did its thing: making Kant kneel in front of Ray, his knees giving up, pushing him down, his hands holding Ray’s waist, his chin resting on the hem of his Gucci belt as he looked up, begging.
Ray blinked slowly, his fingers pushing back the black hair, admiring the pale skin and big brown eyes, he breathed in, the air smelling like treason and lies, his favorite thing in the world. Ray had a full course dinner in front of him, he was desperate to fuck him, then drink his blood and finish up by eating his soul.
“You look so pretty.” He said, his voice echoing, fingers threading on the strands, tugging it back. “I wonder what you like…”
“Anything you give me.” Kant's words hit him hard, he wasn't using all of his powers to convince him, he was just a freak like that. “I will take it.”
Ray moaned at that, Kant started undoing his buckle without breaking eye contact, slow and tempting, long fingers tracing his hip tattoo and sliding down the jeans. His underwear was damp, he was wet for that sexy man in front of him, Kant's fingers hooked on the Calvin Klein’s and yanked them down.
Ray kicked out of his clothes, and lifted his shirt, Kant gripped the back of his thighs as he kissed his stomach, down his happy trail and lower through the bush of pubic hair, then flickered his pierced tongue on the engorged clit.
“Oh, shit!” Ray moaned as he tripped Kant's hair tighter, which was a good sign, so he passed his tongue through the slit, closing his eyes. “Fuck…” His eyes rolled back, turning white at the feeling of his clit getting sucked on.
The older hummed, as one hand also creeped up between the —strangely— tanned legs and slipped a finger inside Ray’s cunt, first knuckle deep. He was so wet it was easy for three fingers in one go, but Kant enjoyed a long game.
His knees started hurting from the position, and his shoulders when Ray hooked one leg over to ride his face, pushing him deeper against him with zero remorse, his head thrown back as his moans filled the luxurious place.
“Wait, fuck…” Ray pulled Kant’s head back, and almost fainted at the sight of the glossy lips and red face, all needy. “I’m getting a cramp.”
Kant couldn't help his snort, hiding in Ray's thigh, nodding and letting his thighs go.
“Don't laugh!” Ray whined, sitting on the edge of the black leather couch, and then plopping himself back. “Why are you even laughing?"
“Because you said it funny!” Kant crawled to get between his legs and started kissing them, lips pressed on a spot over his right knee. “It's okay, my knees were hurting too.”
“You're still there.”
Kant shrugged, not really bothered. Instead, he hummed, finding his way between Ray's legs, but the vampire backed down to rest, Kant watched him get away and whimpered.
“Come on.” He mumbled as he kissed his inner thighs and stayed there to bite over the tattoo. “That's cute.” He looked up.
“I think tattoos are hot.” Ray's arm reached for his, all tattooed. “You're hot.”
Kant didn't give him enough chance, he dived in right away, fucking hungry for pussy, his tongue threatening to go inside along with that silver piercing. Ray's legs were kicking, his hands either on Kant's head or clenching the leather, he was moaning too loud.
Kant's tongue licked from bottom to top with no hesitation, flickering on the nub, then directly thrusting inside, two fingers knuckle deep as his free hand kept Ray spread for him.
“I'm…” Ray gasped out, yanking from Kant's dark hair. “I'm going to cum.”
He only received a nod before three fingers started fucking him, throwing him to the space and making him cum in a time record of ten seconds.
Kant licked his lips as he drifted away, taking off Ray’s jacket, unbuttoning his yellow shirt with an ease that made Ray arch his eyebrow.
“Take everything off.” Ray panted, he looked sweaty, but satisfied, tugging from the clothes the only way a desperate man could do. “This is torture.”
Kant obeyed, unbuttoning his dress pants and kicking them away, Ray climbed down on his knees, grabbed Kant's waist and lifted the tank top underneath with his teeth, kissing, going up to reveal his stomach and then licking down, dangerous.
“Aren't the fangs..?” Kant asked, shaky voice when his boxers went down and pooled around his heels, and a sharp tongue pressed flat under the tip of his dick.
The vampire didn’t answer, just following through with his warm mouth around, tongue swirling around the head, and Kant could’ve sworn that it was becoming longer, he decided not to linger on it and closed his eyes. Particular fangs rasped on him, making him shudder and moan, one hand down to Ray’s head, fingers tangled in dark strands.
Ray’s fingers pressed on his thighs, scratching down his pale skin, long lines down. But Kant couldn't really think when he had a warm mouth to be in. How can a vampire be so warm when it's dead?
“The tales about vampires are vile and mostly lies…” Ray seemed to read his mind, golden eyes looking from the floor in the dim light, not an angel anymore, a demon waiting to bite. “I'm not really dead, am I?”
“N-No…” Kant stumbled with his own words.
“I'm not dead. I'm not a demon.” The vampire stood up slowly, freezing hands on Kant’s jaw, cupping his face. “I was a human, I still am… A little bit.”
Ray started kissing down Kant's neck, the human listened to a horrendous hiss, a squelching, then two sharp fangs biting down on the side of his neck, a little over his jugular. That liveness that characterises humans left as Ray sucked the blood out of his system.
He closed his eyes, letting him, a pleasurable feeling he had never experienced: someone taking the life out of him, slowly, his heart racing, his blood pumping incessantly through his whole body. God, this was good.
Kant kept one hand on the back of Ray's head, tugging from his hair right from the root. He wanted Ray to feel the same amount of pain, pleasure, greed, desire, rage and madness that was starting to drive him to the end.
“Enough.” Ray whispered over his gruesome bite, red and open. “We still have a lot to do.”
Kant felt high. He barely reacted when Ray pushed him to the couch and climbed his lap, not caring for their half dressed state, he just wanted to fuck.
Under heavy eyes, he stroked Ray's cheek, smeared with blood —his own blood— and dragged him down to kiss him, feeling life coming back.
“I feel…”
“High?” Ray finished the sentence over Kant's lips, fangs grazing his lower one. “Yeah, we do that.”
Kant groaned loudly when a tight warm engulfed his dick, too hot, too tight.
“You're hot.” He mumbled, throwing his head back, neck exposed, Ray moaned not only for the cock splitting him, but the blood pumping in his ears, calling for his teeth to sink them on that pale skin again.
“I-I know.” Ray stammered, closing his eyes, he had to focus, he wanted Kant to fuck him before eating him, so focus, Ray, no more blood.
He started jumping, hands on Kant's broad chest, tattooed, pressing on his pectorals, scratching, trying to keep his claws inside. This guy was hard to resist. Ray had to shake his head, retracting his fangs and nails, looking insanely human.
Kant got a glimpse of Ray's human beauty: brown eyes, straight teeth, rosy cheeks, warm body, he stared and grabbed Ray's hips, fingers over his hipbone, smiling at the ‘beautiful’ tattoo that showcased there and did absolutely no justice to Ray’s prettiness.
His head went up, Ray was looking as he jumped with little to no mercy over him. Kant groaned, he felt fantastic, dying of blood loss was a nice price for this sex. The vampire pressed a hand on his neck, covering the wound.
“It's distracting.” He whispered, gulping, panting, moaning at the feeling, closing his eyes again because no fucking way he was gonna resist these sins.
Kant took advantage of Ray's vulnerability to flip them, pushing Ray back until his head hit the floor —he’s a vampire, he's gonna be fine— and Kant climbed on top of him, now the prey becoming predator, following him with a hungry gaze. Ray was surprised, normally drained humans are too weak to even react to his charms, but not this one.
“Fueled by…” Ray smelled the room like a dog. “Greed, ambition, power.” He whispered. “Is that what you have, Kant? Greed?”
The human didn't even answer, he just launched himself towards Ray, kissing him, hands cradling the pale face and letting the claws and fangs come out to bite and scratch.
Ray couldn't resist it, his long nails made long lines accross Kant's back, red and bloody, the smell only being a siren call for his instincts, fangs out while their lips crashed, warm mouths pressed against each other and Kant getting between his legs, pushing them apart to settle there as they stained with blood the wooden floor.
Kant pushed himself inside again, Ray arched his back and opened his mouth, moaning, grabbing the shoulders of the human, finding the other side of his neck with kisses just to bite there, hard, draining him, but Kant was relentless. Not stopping at all, if anything, he was going harder against Ray’s cunt.
Ray couldn’t stop his whining or his claws from scratching Kant’s back painfully or his fangs from drinking his blood. The grunts and pants were filling the small room, Kant was supporting his body with his arms by each side of Ray’s head, taking any chance to kiss him and make out because even if Ray was about to eat his body, drink his blood and consume his sins, Kant was feeling all the desire and even a glimpse of affection through his new bond with the vampire.
“You’re so beautiful, Ray.” He muttered over his lips and rested his forehead against Ray’s, the vampire chuckled, and smiled widely, blood-stained fangs and red fluid down his chin, all grotesque.
Kant shook with pleasure at the sight, having two seconds of rationality in his head before leaning back and taking Ray’s legs over his shoulders, and fucking him just right, deep and hard. Ray gasped in surprise, closing his eyes and parting his lips.
Kant grabbed the back of his thighs, and tried to focus on making Ray cum —again— with only his dick because he had an ego. The vampire was truly beautiful with tanned skin, not as pale as usual, red lips, brown eyes that turned red and gold depending his hunger, his thirst, his humanity, his thin body marked with ink in some places, his claws and fangs, pretty and hypnotising as vampires were always depicted: soulless creatures looking for loneliness and sin to fulfil their hunger. Monsters.
“You think I’m a monster?” Ray hummed, out of his trance of pleasure, looking at Kant from underneath. “A soulless creature?”
Kant’s blood went cold, he had forgotten Ray could read his mind and now he was under questioning, brown eyes apparenting pain, shiny and big. Fuck this vampire. Kant shook his head.
“No…” He mumbled, but never stopped, watching Ray let out whimpers and moans he couldn’t hold in. “I don’t.”
“What are you thinking, human Kant?” Ray’s eyes turned gold, deep and reflecting like mirrors. “Thief Kant… Fraudulent Kant… Liar Kant… Scammer Kant.” He inhaled once. “Older brother Kant… Son Kant…”
“Stop.” Kant shook his head again, this time really stopping. “Get out of my head.”
“Why, Kant?” The vampire chuckled. “Don’t enjoy someone knowing your secrets?”
“No.”
Ray faked a pout, fueling the rage built up inside Kant’s chest, he knew what he was getting into when he met Ray, but he expected a great —amazing— fuck and dying there, not a psychological torture session. He pulled out, trying to think about nothing.
Ray didn’t move from his position on the floor, legs open, offering, licking his lips.
“You can’t escape yourself.” He sang-song, a laugh coming out his throat, mocking, delighted. “And you can’t escape me, I bit you and you’re marked.”
Come here, Kant, human Kant, liar Kant, thief Kant, scammer Kant, Kant, Kant, Kant, magnificent meal Kant, O+ Kant, delicious Kant, lustful Kant, Kant… Kant. KANT. K. A. N. T. Come to me.
The voice filled his head, he pressed his hands on his temple, trying to silence it, Ray wasn’t saying anything, at least not at loud, but his voice was engraved on his brain, deep in his skull, Ray didn’t need any hypnosis to get him again.
“Fuck!” Kant yelled, launching himself towards Ray. “Get out of my fucking head!” He growled and pushed himself back in with no carefulness, a dry attempt of shutting his thoughts off. A hand flew to Ray’s neck, pressing there, he wanted to hurt Ray, to make him stop.
He was only greeted by red eyes and big smile, hungry, directed at him, moans and gasps at the pleasure. Enraging.
“Good.” Ray bit his lower lip. “Yeah, Kant, that’s g-good.” His eyes rolled back at the wonderful sensation of getting fucked until the tip hit the brim inside.
Kant. Kant. Kant. Kant. Kant.
Kant gripped Ray’s neck with both hands, lifted his head and slammed it on the floor, again and again, Ray just moaned and laughed, he was fucking enjoying it. Kant was furious and Ray wanted him madder.
You’re gonna die a lustful man, couldn’t keep it in your pants, huh? Haha. You’re getting drained, like a puppet, empty, I might eat your heart, it’s pumping. Badum. Badum. All over again and it’s making me hungry.
“Shut up!” Kant slammed the head again, but nothing happened, he slowed down his thrusts, exhausted at the effort. He pulled out again and retreated, dragging his pants with him as he sat, back pressed on the couch and staring at the ceiling.
“We’re not done.” Ray said, crawling to him, climbing his lap, stroking his chin stained with his own blood, he kissed him once, Kant followed because even if Ray was a manipulative vampire, he was hot and he was a weak man. “I have to let you get one last orgasm.”
Ray sat down on his dick all the way down, hands on Kant’s shoulders as he started riding with no shame, moaning loud, fangs getting to any space available on Kant’s neck and chest to leave a bite, big fangful bites.
Kant didn't hug his waist or grab his hips, his hands were by his sides, fists clenched, and arms rigid. Ray smiled at it, his hypnosis wasn’t controlling Kant, it was purely his own rage keeping him there.
“I want to have your soul.”
And when I’m done with you, I’ll have everything, your memories, feelings, people and scenes, maybe I’ll jerk off to this for another century.
Kant closed his eyes when Ray bit on his shoulder, and then straightened his back to kiss him, now the blood drenching between their bodies like a cascade. Kant enjoyed it, really, Ray kissing him was the best thing ever, no matter if it was to get him railed up, it was still Ray.
Ray started going faster, messier, probably close to cumming.
“Oh, fuck, yes…” He mumbled over Kant’s mouth, a strangely long tongue tangling with his in a messy attempt of a kiss. “Mhmh… I’m so close.”
He smiled, big, eyes open, catching the perfect glimpse of desperation in Kant's soul, the fear of dying in hands of a god, an angel, a demon, a human… A vampire.
He licked his fangs and got a last bite, over Kant's jugular, getting the real stuff, a flood of blood that spilled from the corners of his mouth to his chin, his hips riding, his pussy cumming because of how exciting it was to drain Kant, who didn't stay behind, spilling himself inside Ray with a strangled moan, a painful cry of the bite and his own orgasm.
Ray let himself have it, and smiled, head back, moaning and stopping, his chest heavy up and down, a satisfied “ah!” coming out his mouth, fresh blood turning his eyes gold and red in a frenzy, his energy and life prolonging for centuries with just that sip.
Squelch!
Drop.
Drop.
His eyes went wide open, a gasp out his mouth, and his pupils now shaking, slowly looking down at his chest, a stake right in the middle, over his stone heart. Then he moaned painfully.
“W-What..?” He muttered, and the stake twisted. “Kant.”
“Thought only you knew how to play?” Kant pushed the vampire back on the floor, off him and pressed his hand over the big bite on his neck. “Fuck, that hurt.”
Ray was like a ragdoll, barely moving, head on the rug, and arm stretched out trying to reach for the human.
“I know a thing or two about vampires, Ray.” Kant explained, starting to dress, pulling up his boxers, his pants, not affected by the huge bites and scratches. “And I know your weakness, your stupid desire, your way of getting into someone's head.”
He buttoned up his shirt and clicked his tongue, kneeling next to Ray, he was bleeding out, gasping, a growling sound coming from the depths of his non-existent soul. Kant grabbed his hand, kissed it once.
“Your lust of power killed you, vampire Ray Pakorn.” Kant smiled against the now very pale hand. “I was starting to like you until you fucked with my head, I don't like that.”
“S-Sorry.” Ray gurgled out blood, black and looking like pitch. “It's my thing.”
“You were a good lay.” Kant shrugged and stood up, searching for Ray’s wallet. “But I'm a sinner, Ray, I have to kill you all.”
Ray gasped one last time, inert on the floor, his long claws tried to grip Kant’s ankle one last time, but the hand fell half-way through, his skin turned white as paper and his eyes, before filled with greed, were now black, and the veins, gray, highlighting his death.
Kant whistled at the thousand dollars —not baht, dollars, american— and took them in his pocket.
“Pleasure meeting you.” He said to the body before kicking the head out, making it roll to the other side, just to be sure he was really dead. “Gotta keep moving, Ray, let's see if I can catch a zombie too.”
The big vampire Ray, 423 years old, ancient, ruined by a lousy imitation of Van-Helsing, by a bartender and by someone that looked up at him like a god.
Guess monsters aren't only the creatures at night, but the men out in broad daylight too.