Thatcher shot the man a look, but allowed Leon to drag him from the house. “He’s going to keep doing what he is doing unless you let me take care of him,” he hissed in a low tone. “Killing him will send a good message to other hunters like him, scare them into thinking they will receive the same fate. He will keep killing the ones you love, Leon, and his friends will too if you don’t let me do this.”
"All the people I love are already dead and he wasn't the one who killed my friends, it was someone else," Leon said, glancing at the doorway wondering if Mason was going to come after them or not. "And I'm going to start dying in a few minutes." He quickly explained and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his skin which was starting to become very dry.
Thatcher gave a sigh, and nodded his head. “When flying, I saw a nearby ocean coast,” he said. “Only about half a mile or so from here.”
"Okay then, can you show me where is it?" He got onto his motorcycle and started it, waiting for Thatcher to show him where the ocean coast was.
Thatcher gave a grunt in response, shifting into the murder of crows a minute later. The crows flew at a slower pace, a few occasionally looking over to see if Leon was following. After a minute or so, they reached the coast, the waves a but rough today as crashed against the beach. He shifted back, brushing a few stray feathers off of his trench coat. He stayed off of the beach, though, standing on a nearby rock ledge as he watched the water with hesitation- like he was confused by it.
Leon stopped his motorcycle when he reached the coast and thanked Thatcher. He made his way over to the water and he cautiously put in his hand and the water spiraled up his arm, making his skin less dry. He looked around to see if anyone was watching him, he sighed in relief when no one was watching him and he kept his arm in the water, waiting for all of his skin to not be dry.
Thatcher moved to a sitting position, watching Leon and the water. He felt the surface of the rock, it feeling rough under his hand. He couldn’t remember the last time he had gone to the beach. It must have been at least a few centuries ago.
Leon stood up after a few minutes, rolling down his sleeve, and walking over to Thatcher. "Just wondering, why are you even helping me?" He asked, sitting down next to Thatcher and staring at the ocean.
Thatcher didn’t look at Leon, simply staring at the ocean as well. “Innocents shouldn’t be killed, but they are. And I owed you- you gave me a new shirt,” he said in a level, thoughtful tone.
"But I just did a small favor while you're doing me a big favor, you could possibly die while helping me," He said, taking out his phone and taking a photo of the sunset with a small smile on his face. He put his phone away and kept staring at the ocean.
“Death.. I don’t believe that a simple human hunter could possess the strength to kill me. Someone would have to steal my own scythe, which is very much a part of me, and kill me with it. I don’t believe that a human would want to try and make the attempt,” Thatcher explained, but added on another thing. “But I.. appreciate the concern for my wellbeing.”
"Has anyone ever attempted to try and kill you?" He asked, glancing around to see how many people there were at the beach. He played around with the hem of his shirt while blushing slightly at how close they were.
Thatcher looked away from the ocean, now staring at the sand in front of them. “In the 1600s during the time of when accusations of witches and other beings being persecuted where high, people did try to kill me. I was stabbed, burned, and drowned. I still feel pain like any other person would, so I felt like I would die, but I never did,” Thatcher explained, a frown coming to his lips.
"Oh…." Leon said, not sure what to say since he was terrible in these kinds of situations. He looked away and looked at the sand beside him, trying not to look at Thatcher, something he did when he wasn't sure what to do.
“But it’s fine now, I suppose. Any scars and such that I have left are not visible to most people, so I don’t get asked about it often. It was a long time ago, and I was younger and more reckless with my work,” Thatcher said, reaching up to run a hand through his hair, brushing it back and out of his face as he turned his head to look at Leon.
"Okay then." Leon said, still looking away while fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He rested his hand on the back of his neck and started looking at the ocean.
Thatcher stayed silent for a moment, watching Leon closely. He still had the urges to touch Leon, but in a more sensual manner. At the moment, he wished to do so as much as he had wished to kill the hunter before. But that wouldn’t be appropriate to do out in public. He looked away, licking his lips as he watched the ocean. “You said the man back there, Mason, wasn’t the one who killed your friends. How are you so sure?”
Leon glanced at Thatcher when he asked the question. "If he killed my friends, he would have mentioned them at some point because he killed a lot of my friends," He explained, looking at his shoes and dusting off the sand.
“We should have interrogated him. Maybe he knows who did kill them,” Thatcher huffed, looking back over at Leon with frown on his lips.
"He probably would have named people who he hates just so we can kill them." Leon answered, glancing at Thatcher and smiling slightly at him.
Thatcher gave a sigh, nodding his head slowly. “You’re right,” He said. “But what do we do, then? The longer we sit around, the more deaths there could possibly be.”
"Okay then, who's next? Is it Charles Hamna or Lucas Turner?" Leon asked, trying to remember who they were going to ask. He stood up and dusted off the sand.
“Which one is the closest to where we are? Shifting back and forth for longer periods is just exhausting, so I’d rather go somewhere that’s closer,” Thatcher explained.
"You can always join me on my motorcycle," Leon offered."And I think Charles Hamna is the closest to where we are." He guessed and started walking to his motorcycle.
Thatcher thought for a moment about the offer. He had never been on a motorcycle before, and it seemed dangerous. He got up a moment later, following Leon back towards the motorcycle. “Alright..” he said reluctantly.