Kristoff slowly kissed down Sprat's neck, softly nibbling on the pale skin. Never hard enough to hurt the other, just enough to leave a mark. He smiled and rubbed Sprat's back and kissed him again. "Why are you letting me do this?" He questioned.
Sprat shrugged into the sliver-haired one's kisses. "I-I don't know." He gasped softly when cold hands slid under his shirt and caressed his back. Kristoff grinned at the gasp and took his long ring, fisting his hand and drug a sharp part of the ring against the male's back. Softly kissing him and then grinned, he could feel the warm liquid softly boil onto his finger.
"K-Kristoff! Stop that!" Sprat squeaked out. One of the taller male's hands drifted down towards his rear.
Leaning forward, Kristoff hissed quietly into the others ear; "talk all you want. No one can hear you. The clubs dark, and well, no one's gonna pay attention to you." He said, licking the shell of Sprat's gauged ear.
Bringing his hands up to Kristoff's chest Sprat roughly pushed the other away. Eyes wide with fright he ran towards the entrence of the building. Lone to run into Vlad, he dropped down and hugged the other's leg.
Sprat could feel Vlad's body go rigid as he dropped down next to the shivering goth. "What happened Sprat?" He questioned, hugging the male. He brought his hand up to Sprat's soft locks. His eyes drifted into the club to look around. No one different that usual was there, it was the normal Crypt. No crazy homicidal maniacs hunting down lying bears. No black cats about to give away a secret. Rubbing the back of Sprat's head and asked again, "what happened?"
The goth looked up at the half-vampire and shook. "I-I…" his voice dropped as his eyes lowered themselves to the floor, the clunking of boots against the floor moved closer to them.
"Get your hands off of Sprat." Kristoff demanded.
"What did you do to him?" Snapped the half-vampire.
The silver haired male shook his head. "I didn't do anything to him. He's just overreacting from to many Vampire energy drink's."
Sprat shook his head, standing up he swiftly dashed towards the door, pressing himself against the wall as the floor slanted upwards, scrawny shoulders brushing a few empty picture frames.
"Common Sprat, October is waiting for us." Kristoff stated.
"She's not even here!" Sprat frantically spat out at Kristoff. "Don't lie to me! I would know she's not! If she was you wouldn't be doing this!" He hissed and ran out of the door. Pushing past a few people on his way out of the Crypt.
Vlad's eyes trailed up to Kristoff's finger. His eyes widened as he saw the flood that had leaked out from the wound on the back to his ring. It wasn't very much, that was a good thing?
Promptly getting up the half-human ran after the goth, trying to decide on what way the male had gone. "Sprat!" He yelled at, he heard the steps behind him of Kristoff. He started running in the direction of the smell of blood.
Sprat snuck into a small bookstore and ran towards the back of the building. Dodging in and out of shelves and people that lounged out in the isles.