| Two Wolves |
[17 May 2009|12:49pm] |
The street sign felt cold in her fingers. Rose swung around it a second time, listening to the metallic slide. On the quiet residential street, she saw signs of life in illuminated windows and people coming onto their porches, but she let them be. This was the edge of Gavin's neighborhood; she didn't come hungry. Under the waxing moon, she waited for the werewolf to meet her. Lately, they didn't spend time at his home or hers, for fear of packmates identifying smells. They met in the middle and went to neutral places.
On her tiptoes, she balanced on the curb, her small feet laced into tennis shoes. Rose's pants came to the calf muscle. Her shirt had a monogrammed R. She looked harmless as she did her tightrope walk, just passing the time until her beau came. A breeze carried the scents of home cooking and damp pavement from a recent storm. It also smelled of something animal. The hairs on Rose's arms raised, like they always did when Gavin got close. Eyes brightening, she turned around.
The air was sweet. Not sweet like summer, but enough for everyone to notice the seasons changing. Everything was slowly shifting and manifesting like a flower bud being pried open. Revealing all those hidden wonders and secrets, their scents and colours transforming until the world as you knew it was bursting full of new life. These were the nights people longed for. The kind where you could walk alone and not feel fear.
At least, that was the theory. Wyatt personally preferred the winter months. Dark and unpleasant like the scum collecting on the surface of ponds. Wyatt didn't like most people, but he could tolerate them when he had too. Vampires on the other hand... It wasn't luck that he turned down the street she was on, he could smell her in the air, tangled up with all the other scents. Like a piece of string, tightly woven together. The top of his lip curled into a sneer. "Ever hear the story of the big bad wolf?" A particularly vicious smirk worked its way over his lips.
( Irreconcilable Differences )
( Between a Rock and a Hard Place )
[NPC Wyatt was written by Claire]
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| One Last Desperate Call |
[17 May 2009|02:00pm] |
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Another day, another job, more blood on her hands.
Of course Kris was trying not to fixate on that as she used the dead creature's last cents worth of money to dial a number from a payphone. She left bloody fingerprints all over the numbers and as she listened to the dialling tone she did her best to rub them away with the edge of her top, watching as it smeared into the light material.
It was a miracle people didn't think she was some luckless homeless person.
( Frightening Similiarities )
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| The Good Samaritan |
[17 May 2009|08:34pm] |
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Alec was out with his co-workers again, wondering once again why he'd agreed to this night out, his co-workers were insane when they were out. It was like they were trying to forget all their worries and just live excessively because they could. He supposed it was all about the pressure and ultimately the stress that came with being a doctor, the whole having somebody else's life in your hands.
After the next round of drinks and having watched the most senior doctor on staff hit on the youngest nurse on staff, Alec decided enough was enough, he needed to get home. "Alright," he announced over the ruckus. "I gotta get going." The group he was with groaned in protest, but let him go easily enough, too preoccupied with the latest rounds of shots that had been ordered and now delivered.
He grabbed his leather jacket on the way out and slid into it just as he opened the door and left the bar, glad to take his first lungful of clean air, or relatively clean air. He blew out a breath and did up his jacket, closing the collar around his neck.
Tonight was a cold one.
( In Need Of Medical Attention )
( Highlight Of The Night )
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