Night 50: M111-M120 Hallway

[sanguinario]

So, her roommate was nice. A nice, ordinary girl... with memories of a serial killer. Nothing to worry about but switching that girl's memory with Bella's face. Absolutely nothing to worry about

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[ YEAAAAAAAAH]

Edward didn't have to wait long; the very instant the assassin neared the door, it was swiftly kicked open with a resounding bang. The vial of blood he'd been carrying was thrown at the other man immediately afterward (it could have been delivered with more care, yes, but he couldn't care less right now. He'd give his life for Master Zato's safety. Spilled blood meant nothing) and the only outward sign he showed of not opting to flee immediately was his gloved fingers tightening around his cue and gripping harshly onto the wooden frame with the other hand, too filled with nervous energy to stay still without support.

"Take that. I don't care what you need to do with it, just find out if something is wrong with it." It was a miracle the words were even coherent with how rushed they came out. He couldn't waste time taking an hour to explain this! "I can't stay with you. Write down anything you might think of as out of the ordinary and show it to me in the morning."

He couldn't stand and wait for a response. He had barely finished getting that last word out before his body reacted, hands pushing the rest of him away from the door frame and back into the hallway.

Edward had better do his job. Venom couldn't hold his hand tonight; he had more running to do.

[Fleeing to here.]

[sanguinario]

It was for the best he still retained some of his speed, otherwise the door would've slammed him in the shoulder and the needle would've landed in his face. As it was, he caught it rather safely in his hand, only having enough time to look up at Venom to see his rather hasty exit. The vampire had cringed when the assassin had come through the door, because with him came an internal tornado of worry, frighteningly similar to his own. But the other was capable, and there was no need to worry for him as well.

With the man gone and his roommate as well, he turned the syringe in his fingers and let loose a drop on a fingertip, which he then tasted.

Oh. So Venom's blood this time.

Now he was off. With another burst of exceptional speed, he'd placed the side-by-side in his pillowcase, now removed from his pillow, and the syringe which was wrapped up in his bed sheet. He was hungry now, but if he received injuries sometime during the night, he was going to need it.

He just couldn't let Bella see it.

[To here.]