|Dennis Creevey (bd_dennis) wrote in beyond_dark,|
@ 2008-04-17 18:54:00
|Entry tags:||* april 2006, - complete, dennis creevey|
RP: A sort of Homecoming
Date: 17 April 2006
Characters: Dennis Creevey
Location: Upper Slaughter
Summary: Dennis needs a nice long rest, and finally returns to his sire, and his old/new home.
He'd lost all track of time, but judging from the fact that his evenings were getting shorter, and shorter, it must be now the middle of spring. That meant less hours of dark, and more of daylight. He might be more rested, but that left less time each night to feed.
Every night the sunrise came just that little earlier, and the sunset took just that longer to arrive. He'd revelled, and been far too cocky over the winter with hours of extra darkness to wreak havoc as he fed.
But in the weeks since he knew he'd been a marked man (well, vampire), he'd run far from wizards. Logic had dictated that if they were wanting him, then hiding out in the middle of the muggle world made a hell of a lot more sense. And so it had been as he'd feasted and fed on Muggle blood for weeks now.
He'd never felt more alive than in these past few weeks. He'd fed and fought and fucked his way to forgetfulness, not wanting to remember the mistake he'd made with Rosie. He might now be a cold and callous dark creature, but he had not wanted to kill Rosmerta.
For all that he'd killed when he'd been wizard, and since he'd been turned, the two things he most regretted were Rosmerta and Sophia's deaths. They had been pointless, and now he had to watch his back. But the one thing he'd not counted on as he'd cut a swath through the Muggle clubs and from Glasgow down through to Birmingham, was the pull.
He'd not recognised the pull at first, at least, not for a few weeks. But every day for the last fortnight, he'd felt it - a gnawing ache that drove him on. It didn't strike him as anything to worry about until he was almost caught out of shelter just as dawn approached. All he remembered was that as he got closer, and closer to Gloucestershire, he felt the urgency, and the sheer need increase.
As he rose from the abandoned barn just as the sun set, he realised what it was he'd been pulled towards. His Sire. Somehow, Svetlana had been calling him home. As he followed the ford down the valley, he remembered this was where the hidden Death Eater village lay. Torn between his decision and need to stay away from wizards, and the urgent pull to be with Svetlana, Dennis had little choice.
He could sense the rising dawn just as he stepped through the door of the ramshackle old house that was the village vampire lair. The urgency of the pull was suddenly gone when he fell into the arms of his sire, engulfed in the scent and sight of her, knowing he didn't want to be anywhere else right now, just with his brethren and back in the fold.