The vampire gnawing on his throat gets distracted by Dean long enough for Derek to flip it over his shoulder and get his claws into its throat. He tears through it viciously because fuck, that stung.
There are two left by the time he's back on his feet and they take care of them at the same time, machete and claws, and Derek huffs a growl as the bodies drop to the ground.
His gums itch as his fangs retract and his eyes flicker back to their normal color as he looks at dean. His tank is ruined, covered in blood and shredded, and Derek picks at it where the coffee stain seems to remain intact. "What do you and everyone else have against this shirt?"
Adrenaline is pumping through him and he smirks, but it fades when he sees the bite on Dean's arm. He's covered in them himself, and a quick look down at his side shows that it isn't healing yet. That's a bit alarming.
"So uh, what's the deal with bites?" He jerks his chin towards Dean's arms. "You gonna go darkside?"
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Date: 2013-07-04 06:05 am (UTC)There are two left by the time he's back on his feet and they take care of them at the same time, machete and claws, and Derek huffs a growl as the bodies drop to the ground.
His gums itch as his fangs retract and his eyes flicker back to their normal color as he looks at dean. His tank is ruined, covered in blood and shredded, and Derek picks at it where the coffee stain seems to remain intact. "What do you and everyone else have against this shirt?"
Adrenaline is pumping through him and he smirks, but it fades when he sees the bite on Dean's arm. He's covered in them himself, and a quick look down at his side shows that it isn't healing yet. That's a bit alarming.
"So uh, what's the deal with bites?" He jerks his chin towards Dean's arms. "You gonna go darkside?"