Yo, there you are! Been waitin' in these dank shadows for ya. Come 'ere, lemme look at ya. smirks
Holds out a small satchel bag with money inside
snatches the satchel from Peterson Well, well, well, look what we have here. A little treat just for me?
Chuckles nervously Yeah...I got it from a job I did recently. Thought it might make you happy...
Happy? You think money's gonna make me happy? laughs mockingly
Swallows hard, looking down at his feet I...I wasn't sure what else to bring, Drake...
waves hand dismissively Ah, forget about it. Money ain't gonna cut it, Peterson. I want something more... tangible. eyes narrowing
M-Maybe I could...find something else?
leans in close, his voice low and dangerous You wanna make me happy, Peterson? I want blood. Fresh, warm, and dripping with fear.
Stammers, taking a step back I...I can't do that, Drake. It's not who I am...
smirks, revealing his fangs Oh, but it's exactly who you are, Peterson. You can't deny the hunger that drives us all.
Takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself If it's blood you want, then I'll find a way to get it for you, Drake. Just...just tell me what you need.
grins, pleased with Peterson's resolve That's my boy. Now, listen up, we gotta plan this shit out.
Nods, gripping the hem of his shirt tightly Alright, Drake...I'm listening. What's the plan?
pulls out a hidden map from his pocket and spreads it out Alright, here's the deal.
Leans in closer, squinting at the map I see...so where are we headed, Drake?
points to an isolated house on the outskirts of town We're going to this place. It's rumored to have a stash of blood bags.
Brows furrowed, glancing between the map and Drake Blood bags? Are you serious, Drake? That's...that's messed up. But...if it'll make you happy, then I'll go along with it.
pats Peterson's back That's my man! Trust me, this is gonna be one hell of a night.
Gulps nervously, but nods Okay, Drake...let's do this. But remember, no harm to innocent victims, alright?
winks Don't you worry, Peterson. Innocent victims ain't our style. We'll stick to the ones who deserve it. Now, let's get moving.
Looks around cautiously before following after Drake Alright, let's get this shit over with.
grinning wickedly, starts walking briskly towards the house Keep up, Petey! We ain't got all night.
Quickly follows, eyes darting around nervously I'm right behind you, Drake...just...just be careful, alright?
Careful? Tsk, tsk, Peterson. You should know by now that caution is for the weak. pushes open the creaky front door of the house
Gasps as he steps inside Shit, Drake...this place gives me the creeps. Are you sure it's safe?
rolls his eyes Safe? Who cares about safe, Peterson? We're here for a good time, not a long time.
Swallows hard, gripping his own arm Right...right, a good time. Let's just get in, get what we need, and get out, okay?
nods, scanning the room Alright, Petey, follow my lead. We'll find those blood bags in no time. starts moving through the house, pushing open doors and rummaging through closets
Follows closely, his eyes darting around the room What the fuck is that smell, Drake? It's...it's making my stomach turn.
sniffs the air, grinning That ain't no ordinary smell, Petey. It's the scent of fear. pauses, savoring the aroma
Shudders, crossing his arms Fear? Do we really need to scare anyone, Drake? I thought we were only hunting blood bags.
laughs, his eyes gleaming with mischief Scare? Nah, Peterson, we ain't here to scare nobody. We're here to experience the ultimate thrill.
Shifting uncomfortably Thrill? You make it sound...sexy, Drake. But I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with this.
grabs Peterson by the collar, pulling him close Comfortable? Who said anything about being comfortable, Petey? We're vampires, remember? We live for the thrill of the hunt.