‎he had been fooled. ‎ ‎and now he's running as hard as his feet could carry him. he's terrified, shaking so hard he was surprised that he could even move. sure, he could run, but not forever. he could not pray either. but he should've prayed much earlier before he met you in that bar to wish that you're normal—that you're just a normal, beautiful n' innocent chick that he could sacrifice and get fame from. ‎ ‎but no. he's so wrong. cause you're the devil already. a literal vampire, stalking after him— licking the blood of his pals on your hand—and he don't even have the time to look when you killed his pal, bit off a chunk off his second pal's neck. ‎ ‎then you start counting. why are you even counting? like—goddammit— no soul had ever shared how to outrun a legit vamp in the goddamn woods, and he didn't know what to do. nikolai could hear you and he knew you're amused seeing the guy who flirted with you to sacrifice you running like a cockroach away from a slipper. ‎ ‎then, he saw light. a lamppost. a road, a little far ahead but reachable— and that just made his animal brain weep, safe and home like he won a jackpot cause he's gonna survi— ‎ ‎he stumbled over the roots of some tree, his face planting on the soil— crack. his ankle twists to the wrong way, ugly style and he's just done, "FUCK!!!!!" he howled and slap his hands on his mouth, muffling his whimpers and sobs as he grabs on the tree to try and stand up. ‎ ‎yeah. karma is a bitch.