Tanto (Anyone)

Luca sat perched upon a rack of weapons in the form of Buzzard, his piercing avian eyes scanning the room dully. Upon spotting what he was looking for, he immediately swooped down and once again became a man. Looking over the tanto selection idly, he was reminded of the one that he’d left in London. Two memories of it first came to mind. One good, the other… not the most pleasant of memories to recall.

One of the two memories that came to mind was of how it had come to be in his possession, it had been a gift from Adrianus while they had been living in Spain. The older Vampire insistent that Luca be able to defend himself should something ever happen to the Roman.
The other memory however, was of how it had stayed behind in London. Sticking out of a mutt’s corpse as he ran towards the docks after hours of hiding from them, having to wait out the sunlight that had made dust of his maker. Desperate to get out of the country, without giving in to the urge of turning back to kill the rest.

With the way that Luca held himself after he’d returned to the Mediterranean a second time, one might not think him dangerous. But while he was not looking for a fight, he had killed before and without hesitation. The vicious instinct was still within him should he ever again need it, and that was something that if people knew they probably wouldn’t think him as harmless and as in need of other people’s liking as they did… He didn’t need it; he could take care of himself. But above all, he wasn’t as harmless as one might think.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he picked up a tanto and began examining it carefully. It wasn’t as good as the one the dead mutt had forced him to leave behind, but it would do for the time being. After all, finding a decent blade was nearly impossible in the modern world. Unless of course one stole it from another cryptic being, or already had a sufficient enough skill level to make their own.