You know who tends to be in the hallways at night? Vampires who can't be in the sun.
Richard is also very good at smelling blood. Call it an important survival instinct, even if right now it's not being used for its intended purpose.
He sees her down the hall, can smell the blood before he sees it, and it's a damn good thing that he's better fed these days.
"Shit."
His long legs carry him quickly down the hall toward her, brows furrowed. He's had too many bullets go through him, too, and they fucking hurt. He can already tell that, based on the location, it shouldn't be life threatening, but she's a fucking kid.
He crouches down on one knee so he's not looming over her, his face calm as he looks her over. He doesn't ask if she's okay. He knows damn well she isn't.
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Richard is also very good at smelling blood. Call it an important survival instinct, even if right now it's not being used for its intended purpose.
He sees her down the hall, can smell the blood before he sees it, and it's a damn good thing that he's better fed these days.
"Shit."
His long legs carry him quickly down the hall toward her, brows furrowed. He's had too many bullets go through him, too, and they fucking hurt. He can already tell that, based on the location, it shouldn't be life threatening, but she's a fucking kid.
He crouches down on one knee so he's not looming over her, his face calm as he looks her over. He doesn't ask if she's okay. He knows damn well she isn't.
"What happened?"