McNair (![]() ![]() @ 2012-02-17 13:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, {anthony mcnair, {molly hooper |
Who McNair and open (assuming people are still on the train)
Where Dining car
When Mid afternoon?
Warnings Possible language, talk of death, who knows?
Summary Semi-naked werewolf onna train.
Status Ongoing
He'd found him. Twenty years it had taken but he'd finally found the bastard that had given him this, this curse, this blessing. He'd changed his whole life, ruined it for a while, but now, finally it meant he could rest. He’d known his scent instantly, it brought too many memories to his mind, that condescending laugh, the way he spoke, the way he talked about supernatural creatures running the world. It made him sick.
The time was getting closer. Almost a full moon and he was in the house alone, apart from ’Uncle Billy’ as they were calling him. It was coming. He loved his time of the month. He hated the fact that he'd lost his old life, that he'd infected Tom and forced him into an unstable life as a soldier, but he'd come to embrace what he was. The power and strength that came with it. It wasn't a curse, not really, not if you knew how to deal with it. It made you stronger. The wolf genes combined with his own righteous anger and justification make him pretty much the strongest. It was going to be easy. A stake through the heart and that was it. Game over. Then he could stop running, stop fighting, try for a normal life, or as normal as it could be under the circumstances.
He walked quietly up the stairs, stake in hand, ready to face the man that told him about the things that went bump in the night. The man that had kidnapped him for the entertainment of others of his kind. It sickened him to his very stomach. Slowly he reached out and put his hand on the door handle, opening it and stepping inside.
Only this wasn't the attic, this wasn't even the house. Everything around him was different now, the carpet below his bare feet was softer, the whole interior was much, much fancier but also much smaller. This wasn't happening, this was a trick. Could vampires control your mind? No of course not, they never had before. Something else then? Perhaps he'd been drugged. Drugged and bought here, to keep him out of the way. He knew, the vampire had known it was his time and had arranged this. Vampires were everywhere, in every line of work, every part of society. It wouldn't be difficult.
The irony of being put on a train just before he was due to change wasn't lost on him. Was this the plan then? Distract people from the Box Tunnel 20 by creating an even bigger massacre? He supposed the results wouldn't be that different. The killer there had ripped the bodies open like an animal would. Perhaps they'd think it was the same person?