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[Team Four] Demonology 101
Much like almost everything I write here, this is also part of a wip I started back in like 2015.
"You must be kidding me," Yoongi mutters under his breath as he sees it, just a second too late. It dives at him, but Yoongi is faster, barely. He rolls to the left, the creature grazing him. Yoongi yelps as long fingers curl around his ankle, tugging. The creature snarls behind him as it throws Yoongi backwards.
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Yoongi says through gritted teeth as his back hits the ground, the air briefly getting knocked out of his lungs. He’s back on his legs in a heartbeat, flips easily up from the ground, immediately dodging the punch that’s directed at him. Yoongi stretches out his leg, kicks the creature in the guts, his foot planted firmly into the creature’s diaphragm, knocking it off its feet.
The vampire snarls as it hits the ground. Unlike Yoongi it doesn’t breathe to be able to live, so it doesn’t have to feel the uncomfortable seconds where its body is gasping, pleading for air, nor the rush of euphoria that comes with oxygen refilling its lungs. The vampire makes to get up, long nails sink into the earth, its legs planted firmly on the ground, red eyes on Yoongi.
“Not so fucking fast,” Yoongi says, slamming his knee into the vampire’s chest, holding it in place before plunging a wooden stake where its heart had been when it had been a human. As if time freezes for a brief second, the vampire looks up at Yoongi, blinks, and is turned into a pile of dust.
Yoongi pants as he gets up from the ground, brushes the vampire dust off his knees, turns around to the sound of clapping to his left.
“Great job,” Namjoon says from where he’s perked on top of a broad headstone, his long feet hanging off the edge, red sneakers almost brushing the ground. There’s a huge book in his lap, it’s old and dusty, just like Namjoon’s personality, Yoongi thinks.
"Why the fuck didn't you help out?" Yoongi asks, frowning at Namjoon, who looks at him over his glasses.
"You're the slayer, Yoongi," Namjoon says, shrugging his shoulders. "The slayer slays, the Watcher-" "Watches," Yoongi finishes under his breath. "Stop referencing pop culture."
Namjoon makes a comment that Yoongi ignores easily as he walks away to fetch his backpack, which he had dropped behind a couple of headstones when they had been ambushed by the vampire. Being ambushed might not be the best way to describe it. They were hunting after all. No, Yoongi had been hunting, patrolling. Namjoon had been reading paragraphs from that dusty old book of his, trying to hold a lecture in Demonology 101 for Yoongi.
Yoongi sticks the stake back into his backpack before pulling it up from the ground, fitting it over his back as he heads back to Namjoon.
"Can I go home now?" Yoongi asks, kind of. He's determined to go home. He staked a vampire; he has done his sacred duty for tonight. There's a bed waiting for him at home, a meal for him in his fridge, a shower, possibly warm if his roommate hasn't used all their hot water. All of which are more tempting than staying outside at midnight in a graveyard.
Namjoon looks at him for a long minute before he shuts his book dramatically. "Yeah, I-" Namjoon starts, but chokes and starts sneezing violently. The second sneeze sends Namjoon flying off the headstone and out of Yoongi's vision. Fingers curl around the top of the headstone before Namjoon's bespectacled face peers over the stone.
"Fucking dust," Namjoon groans, getting back onto his feet while Yoongi laughs so loud that he could probably wake the dead.
"We're going home now."
This is your sentence,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alchemicink ^^ "We're going home now."
"You must be kidding me," Yoongi mutters under his breath as he sees it, just a second too late. It dives at him, but Yoongi is faster, barely. He rolls to the left, the creature grazing him. Yoongi yelps as long fingers curl around his ankle, tugging. The creature snarls behind him as it throws Yoongi backwards.
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Yoongi says through gritted teeth as his back hits the ground, the air briefly getting knocked out of his lungs. He’s back on his legs in a heartbeat, flips easily up from the ground, immediately dodging the punch that’s directed at him. Yoongi stretches out his leg, kicks the creature in the guts, his foot planted firmly into the creature’s diaphragm, knocking it off its feet.
The vampire snarls as it hits the ground. Unlike Yoongi it doesn’t breathe to be able to live, so it doesn’t have to feel the uncomfortable seconds where its body is gasping, pleading for air, nor the rush of euphoria that comes with oxygen refilling its lungs. The vampire makes to get up, long nails sink into the earth, its legs planted firmly on the ground, red eyes on Yoongi.
“Not so fucking fast,” Yoongi says, slamming his knee into the vampire’s chest, holding it in place before plunging a wooden stake where its heart had been when it had been a human. As if time freezes for a brief second, the vampire looks up at Yoongi, blinks, and is turned into a pile of dust.
Yoongi pants as he gets up from the ground, brushes the vampire dust off his knees, turns around to the sound of clapping to his left.
“Great job,” Namjoon says from where he’s perked on top of a broad headstone, his long feet hanging off the edge, red sneakers almost brushing the ground. There’s a huge book in his lap, it’s old and dusty, just like Namjoon’s personality, Yoongi thinks.
"Why the fuck didn't you help out?" Yoongi asks, frowning at Namjoon, who looks at him over his glasses.
"You're the slayer, Yoongi," Namjoon says, shrugging his shoulders. "The slayer slays, the Watcher-" "Watches," Yoongi finishes under his breath. "Stop referencing pop culture."
Namjoon makes a comment that Yoongi ignores easily as he walks away to fetch his backpack, which he had dropped behind a couple of headstones when they had been ambushed by the vampire. Being ambushed might not be the best way to describe it. They were hunting after all. No, Yoongi had been hunting, patrolling. Namjoon had been reading paragraphs from that dusty old book of his, trying to hold a lecture in Demonology 101 for Yoongi.
Yoongi sticks the stake back into his backpack before pulling it up from the ground, fitting it over his back as he heads back to Namjoon.
"Can I go home now?" Yoongi asks, kind of. He's determined to go home. He staked a vampire; he has done his sacred duty for tonight. There's a bed waiting for him at home, a meal for him in his fridge, a shower, possibly warm if his roommate hasn't used all their hot water. All of which are more tempting than staying outside at midnight in a graveyard.
Namjoon looks at him for a long minute before he shuts his book dramatically. "Yeah, I-" Namjoon starts, but chokes and starts sneezing violently. The second sneeze sends Namjoon flying off the headstone and out of Yoongi's vision. Fingers curl around the top of the headstone before Namjoon's bespectacled face peers over the stone.
"Fucking dust," Namjoon groans, getting back onto his feet while Yoongi laughs so loud that he could probably wake the dead.
"We're going home now."
This is your sentence,
alchemicink ^^