Who: Willow and Randy with some Philip Where: Their home When: Evening Why: Because? Rating: TBA
Willow sat in the center of her tub, her knees up against her chest, her arms around her legs as she stared off into space. She had really gotten herself into a pickle of things. Normally the lives she chose to take over were vagrants and those of prostitution rings. Runaways. No one with an actual home, who was married to an actual person and had an actual little them running around. Worse yet? For the time being she was stuck in this skin. She tried getting out! She devoured not one, but two other people in attempt to change skins but this skin didn't want to come off. Sometimes it happened. Sometimes her real skin just became so dry, during winter months, that false skin seemed to snag, meaning she'd have to shed it naturally. And the amount of time that took? Was anywhere between a couple weeks to a year. She had been in this body, living in this nightmare for a week now and there was no sign on the skin that said wear and tear. Well aside from some long scratches on her rib cage from where she tried ripping the skin off, that was how she knew her skin was snagged in it, her nails went right through the donor skin and into her real flesh, injuring her.
She definitely did not want to stay there but she was stuck and it wasn't for lack of trying! This Willow and her husband must have been very social people. Everywhere she went, someone seemed to know her, or informing the husband of her whereabouts, inquiring as to why she would be at the bus station or why she hadn't picked her son up from school yet and there was a damn good reason for that. For one, at the time, she didn't know she had a son! And two, she didn't know what he looked like! She had to start taking a picture with her and held it up to every kid that came close to the car.
She even tried to run back off into the wilderness. She managed to spend the night out there before the sheriff making his rounds spotted her and pulled her in the car. Her husband had alerted the authorities that she had been missing and hadn't been heard of. She just went to bed and suddenly was gone when he woke up. Her car was still there, money, everything. But she had vanished. The excuse given? She must have slept walked.
Her eyes looked over her exposed skin and she willed the image of redness and irritation to be there, anywhere. Some sign that she was starting to shed this skin. But no. Her skin was still as pale as porcelain and smooth to the touch. Still healthy.
"MOM!" Came the voice of the young boy. "MAMA!" She closed her eyes, held her breath and hid her face into her knees, but the door opened and Philip came running in. "Mama!" He said again and slowly, Willow raised her head to look at the boy. "Um... What are you doing?" He asked and Willow stared at him without amusement. Yet the little boy seemed to wait as if she was going to tell him something interesting.
"I'm in the bath, Philip." She said in a eerily calm voice that didn't affect the boy at all.
"UM I think daddy said he wanted you downstairs now!" He said. Willow continued to stare at him. "So..." He said moving to the tub, holding onto the edges so he could jump up and down. "Come on!" He said, jumping real high. If looks could kill, that child would have fallen over in cold blood ten minutes ago. "Get up!" He stopped moving and stared at Willow. "Are you sad?" He asked. "Are you sick? You look sad and sick." He gave her doe eyes as he made his observation. "Its dinner time."
Willow was hungry, but it wasn't for what they considered "food". Their food was a delicacy to her. Something she could partake in, something she could enjoy. But it wasn't what she needed. It had been a week since her last kill and honestly, if that boy hadn't been so small and just a mere snack size, she'd eat him. Well... possibly. He kind of grew on her, when he wasn't interrupting her bath and moments of thought.
"I'll be down in a minute." She finally said and Philip turned on his heels, exiting the bathroom. She could hear him squealing down the hallway, "SHE'S COMINGGG!"
Willow pulled the plug on the drain and stood up once the water was letting out. She stepped outside of the tub and put on a red gown she had gotten out and took to drying and brushing her hair. Once done, she slipped out of the bathroom and moved through the bedroom, down the hall where the stairs were and began to descend. She moved into the dining room where Randy, Philip and the dog was. All was good until Philip ran up to her and almost took her to the floor in a hug. Philip was a small boy but compared to Willow? He had some power to him. He was already half her height as she was very small and petite. She stumbled back for a second before reclaiming her feet and the dog? Went the fuck off. Barking loudly, growling, trying to get to Willow but was held back by Randy and Willow? She looked at the dog, catching its eyes with her own and growled back at it. See, eye contact was different with animals or creatures.
In human, eye contact was a sign of respect. You could properly hold a conversation, look into someone's eyes to let them know you were telling the truth. You were being sincere. But to an animal? To a creature? It was a invitation to fight. And if that dog wanted to go a round with her, she would happily rip its insides out.
"No! No! No! Vinny!" Philip scolded, putting himself between the dog and his mother. "That's mama! You love mama! Be nice to mama!" He pleaded in a demand.
Willow looked up at Randy. "You're going to have to put that dog out." She said. Where it belonged. She hated that fucking mutt. She moved around the table to sit in her seat while Randy did something with the dog. She grabbed the wine bottle, prepared to pour her a glass but after a moment of looking at it? Said fuck it and just took a long drink from the bottle. Once done, she then poured her a glass.
"I have wine too, don't I daddy?" Philip asked when his father came back into view, holding up his cup of grape juice.
"Good for you." Willow said flatly, sitting the bottle down.