“Excuse me, sir!”
It took him a moment to realize he’d walked into someone, a man. His breath raked Luther’s nose with the stench of liquor. His hand was firmly planted on Luther’s shoulder to keep his balance. His head bobbed back and forth, then straightened.
“God, you’re white! Are you all right, mate?”
Luther curled his lips up in a horrible smile, which made the drunk more concerned.
“Can you speak? Are you one of those poor bastards got their tongues ripped out?” Spitting on him, “Bloody vampires!”
Luther shoved the man off of him, sending him to the mud. The commotion hooked the attention of a few passers-by. The drunk moaned loudly as Luther shuffled away.
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"A lotta dialogue. >_<"
"no problem... I like where you took the story."
"Terribly sorry, but I misunderstood Alexander and Luther to be the same person, just first and last names. I kinda messed up your story Nosferatu_Man23...sorry again!"


