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sabas rivera vega (sabas) wrote in entrywaythreads,

Sabas saw the knife coming, twisting just out of the way. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said, dancing back and away. "Maybe not with knives. Maybe we change the rules. I'll give you a two coins a week, and no blood." He tapped his shoulder. "I have a thing about vampires feeding on me."

He crossed the floor, moving at speeds that far surpassed humans, to pick up a pair of wooden sticks. "It's not that I hate vampires." He turned and tossed her one of the sticks, arching an eyebrow. "It's more that vampires in my world can and sometimes do entrap and enslave, and I kinda have a thing about that."

Sabas had only ever killed four vampires. A low number, his mother had always said. Vampires were evil, she'd always said, but vampires... you didn't choose to become a vampire, not always. Sometimes they turned you without you seeing it coming, and if you were a vampire or a werewolf, it wasn't always your choice. Sometimes your choice would have been to stay human, or Shadowhunter. So Sabas didn't think all vampires were inherently evil, which baffled both his parents and made his wife arch her eyebrow.

"Vampire, not bad. Enslaving, very bad." He lifted his stick. "Wanna try again, but with no blood? I'll take the runes off so it's more like you fighting a human, if you want."