"Ow! Ow! Let me go!"
The pink-haired vampire struggled, heels scraping against the dirt road, but Seamus dragged her along like she weighed nothing.
"You'll regret this! Don't go inside that mansion!"
He sighed, barely listening. "Yeah, yeah…" His eyes stayed locked on the looming hill and the dark mansion above it.
The slum market buzzed around them, vendors yelling prices, prostitutes looming around trying to sell themselves, and drunks laughing. Nobody cared that he was hauling a vampire girl by her hoodie.
That was the thing about this place, people didn't stick their noses where they didn't belong. He kind of liked that.
"What's your name again?" he asked, finally glancing down at her. "Feels weird calling you 'hey' or 'pink vampire.'"
"…It's Lulu," she muttered, clearly out of breath. "And why the hell are you so strong? You're just a human!"
"Can't humans be strong?" he replied, voice flat. "You ever met a vampire hunter?"
