┌ Another crowd. ┘

✗ hannawolfcross

✗ purplelieswithgarneteyes

✗ thepastelvampire

✗ chainsawsandcorpses

✗ averyrook

              ┌ Hanna certainly has strange ways of making himself known. ┘

Mr.Cross is out right now.

     If there’s anything you need to tell him, I’ll be sure to relay the message

Cats. Bloody cats.

Rats were easy. Bats. Birds and spiders and flies. Wolves, he could handle, because they understood to submit to a greater power than their own. Wolves fell in line for him (and, to a certain extent, dogs- as long as they were strays. A dog who already had a master was a different story).

But he could never seem to get a cat to do what he wanted.

This one, he had been feeding for several days, and it had gotten away from him- ungrateful little-! After all the trouble I went through! It shot down an alleyway in the darkness and he followed after it swiftly, in the form of a mist, materializing behind a dumpster. He had it now.

With a swipe of his arm, Renfield had it in his clutches- but to his surprise, so did someone else. He quirked an eyebrow, frowning severely.

“That’s mine,” he said, in a voice that sounded older than his face looked.