Caution: Live Wire WHO Mallory Maxwell OT William Hughes WHAT Stranded during the storm WHERE William's Residence WHEN Tuesday, August 11, 2015 around 10 AM (backdated) RATING TBD
The first thing Mallory slowly became aware of as she woke was that the storm was still raging outside. Rain pelted the windows in the room where she'd slept and bright flashes of light illuminated the inside with brilliant strobe effects. No sunlight broke through the clouds, and it was still so dark that when she checked the time on her phone, she wondered if it could possibly be a mistake. It couldn't be after ten yet.
When she rolled over and tried to turn on the lamp that was on the nightstand, nothing happened. She turned the switch twice, three times, but it was dead. When she stopped to listen closely, she noticed that the house itself was strangely quiet. Well, it was quiet in comparison to her own home. She wasn't used to sleeping at William's house and had no idea what the norm was for him.
Tossing the covers back, she sat up. As she moved, Mallory could feel little tingling sparks along her skin, tiny shocks of electricity from the energy that had built up around and within her. It was a weird sensation, almost as if she could feel the crackling buzz surrounding her, vibrating through her, turning her into a live wire. A sudden thought popped into her mind and she glanced over at the lamp again. She reached beneath the shade and let her fingers close around the spot where the bulb screwed into the socket. Every other time she'd managed to turn lights and appliances on and off, it was due to some kind of heightened state of emotions. It was uncontrolled. For the first time, she really tried to focus on letting the energy flow from her...and it didn't work.
With a sigh, she tried again. Maybe her failure worked in her favor, because the longer the room remained dark, the more frustrated Mallory got. Just when she was about to give up, the lamp light flickered on. It started dim, but in her excitement, not only the lamp, but also the overhead fixture lit up, both lights growing brighter and brighter as she overloaded the voltage. When she jerked her hand away from the lamp and the lights didn't lower immediately, she almost began to panic. She didn't know what she was doing. What if she started a fire? That was pretty much the worst thing that could happen right now. Thankfully, they began to take on a more natural glow and she let out a heavy sigh of relief.
William had loaned her a t-shirt to sleep in, since it wasn't like she'd showed up on his doorstep with an overnight bag. She'd had the bright idea that it might be nice to just chill out and watch a few movies, help the guy get more up to speed on pop culture references. She didn't think either one of them had expected the storm to become such a hazard, and he'd been nice enough to offer her a bed. Not his bed, of course, because he didn't have a bed. There were so many strange little oddities she'd begun to learn about the vampire, but that was all part of what made him so interesting.
The shirt was long enough to cover everything that needed to be covered, but she still tugged on the jean shorts she'd worn over there before she left the room. Like her room had been, the hallway outside the door was dark, but she found her way to the bathroom she remembered using. A little more experimentation landed her with lights in there as well, and after freshening up as best she could, she realized her stomach was growling.
Ah, the downsides of being stranded in a vampire's home. At least she knew he had tea.
She was careful on the stairs, both because she didn't want to fall and because she didn't want to disturb William if he wasn't up and about already. He'd been nice enough to not kick her out in the middle of the deluge. The least she could do was not be an imposition.
It took a second for the lights to flicker on in the kitchen, but once they did, she located a kettle and filled it with water. His stove was a gas range, which was nice and didn't involve any extra focus to get it to heat up. Once the kettle was on, she tried to politely rummage through his cabinets to find a mug and also to locate where he kept his tea, but that was akin to an oxymoron, because whether her intentions were good or not, it still felt a bit like meddling.