This Can Only End Badly

The discordant clang of metal on stone startles him from his thoughts: Worth's knives, hitting the floor. He has enough time to wince, to think of the hour he spent before sundown honing the edges to perfection only to have them dulled by such misuse, before Worth is in his space, pressing him back against the wall. He grins at Conrad and it's almost animal – his eyes seem too bright, his teeth too sharp. He looks down; Conrad follows his gaze. One of his hands is tugging on Conrad's collar, rubbing at a rusty bloodstain with the pad of his thumb in a way that's only going to make it more difficult to clean later. He's about to tell Worth so, has just opened his mouth to speak when Worth growls, “Yer filthy, love. Someone oughta do somethin' about tha'.” The grip on his collar tightens and he finds himself pulled forward, Worth licking at the spatter of blood drying slowly across his cheekbone.

Conrad pushes Worth away with a noise somewhere between displeasure and disgust, one palm flat against an almost painfully angular collarbone. Worth just snickers. “Pick up your fucking knives,” he huffs while Worth manages to amble leisurely away from him even in the three steps it takes to cross the tiny alleyway. He stoops to retrieve his blades as stubbornly independent as a cat, every line of his body making it obvious that Conrad's words had no effect on his actions one way or the other. Conrad looks away and scans what little of the street outside he can see from his position. “We've got--” He pauses, counts. “Close enough to two hours until sunrise. We'd better get moving.”

He looks back over his shoulder for Worth's response but Worth is already moving past him, flicking his butterfly knife open and shut with one hand as he heads out into the street. He figures that's as close to an agreement as he's going to get. He hesitates a moment longer, checks his gun one last time and cocks the hammer before picking a careful path through the garbage and debris strewn all over.

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The companion strip to [link]

The above snippet of fanfiction is by my dear friend. Who knows if there'll be any more of it... I planned out a whole plotline but I think it was just to amuse the two of us.

Ohhh Go-ood. I've been working on this on and off for the past few months but decided to dedicate most of today to it. MY BACK. IT HURTS. But it's done.

/sigh of relief

Connie and Worth (not in vamp form) belong to the most awesome of awesome webcomic authors