Cavan Darling (darling_boy) wrote in blood_red_sky, @ 2011-12-20 19:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | cavan darling, faith lehane |
Daytime nightmares (Open)
Cavan had been a busy boy. Since his night with the vampire - Cavan was sure now that's what he was - he had done as planned. Ruined the safety of the daylight hours with horrors normally only seen during the night. He hadn't restricted himself, of course, but he'd been sure to place more of his focus on destroying the peace of one more.
He made sure to start early, so that when found, his corpses would be obviously fresh. There was a certain joy in his work that hadn't been there before. Something new. Maybe just knowing that the people of this town wouldn't feel safe anywhere, at any time, because of him and his new... playmate.
To make sure that things were extra gruesome, Cavan had taken apart a couple of his victims and left them in pieces in various points, very obviously. Nothing hidden. Which meant he'd had to be extra careful with trace evidence. It would not due to draw attention to himself. It wouldn't help the plan work. He was careful anyway, making his clean up just a little bit tedious, but he didn't want a single mistake. He wanted to see this through to the end. See how far it would go. See this thing that he'd been told about.
Today he was watching. Trying to find a new victim for tomorrow. That was one thing that he had not given up. The way he did things. The following, the knowing. The trinket he rewarded to himself at the end. The two deaths he'd created on the night this had all started had left him feeling itchy and irritable. He didn't like that. He liked feeling happy when it was over, complete maybe. Satisfied. Unless forced, he didn't plan on doing a slapdash job ever again.
The bus stop wasn't exactly hopping at this hour. It was good news, and bad. Luckily, Cavan had a book with him. He'd picked it up at a convenience store on his way here, to blend better. The book was absurd, something about sparkly vampires, he was pretty sure he was going to set it on fire as soon as he didn't need it anymore. Maybe before then.