Odette let out a panicked honk and recoiled as Cas wretched his wrist away and growled. Casimiro growled at her. No, no, no that wasn’t right. Casimiro growled when he was annoyed or angry but not at her. She looked at him with large wide eyes, her expression looking as though she had been struck. Once he bounded off she did her best to follow after but she stumbled and had to pause frequently when the pain became overwhelming.
“Liar. You’re no friend of hers.” Casimiro slowly stalked forward, eyes trained on Tiben and nothing else. There was only hate and malice in his eyes, and though he could smell the harsh reel of motor oil Casimiro licked his lips as he approached. “And I’m going to kill you. I am going to fucking murder you.” And with that he pounced on the other man, hands tearing and clawing at whatever he could get his hands on.
Best friends. *grin*
Tiben simply raised an eyebrow. He didn’t see the point in speaking right now. But, armed to the hilt with Ples’ ridiculous, foppish silverware, he was eager. Casimiro’s lunge knocked him back and down, forcing air out of his lungs. The rug and hardwood floor caught several spills of blood and oil. The other man was pinned on his back, wrestling with the angry vampire. He tried to regain the upper hand by bringing a silver spoon to Casimiro’s neck and holding it there.