jackson harris ( werewolf ) . (likefenris) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-01-29 18:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-02, delta, jackson |
do i sit here and try to stand it or do i try to catch them red-handed.
Who: Jackson and Delta.
Where: The Woods, just outside of Scarlet Oak proper.
When: Evening, after sunset.
The run hadn’t done much to ease his frustration. The aches and pains left over from the clash with the vampire in the park were much easier to ignore than the gnawing irritation that was his dissatisfaction surrounding the whole thing. So badly he’d wanted to put her down, end her existence, but knowing that he couldn’t do that, especially not in broad daylight in a public place, he had at least wanted to really hurt her. Knowing that she’d walked away under her own power was what was really bothering him. Jackson had wanted her to know how Troy had felt, lying there helpless and wounded on the floor. He hadn’t managed that and it made him angry at himself more than anything else, and no matter how hard he tried to turn that anger onto the vampire, onto Lida as an individual, it wasn’t working.
Pulling his shirt on over his head a little more forcefully than was necessary, tugging his jacket on over the top, he was in the process of raking his fingers back through his dishevelled hair -- best not to go back into town with leaves and God only knew what else sticking out of it -- when he heard something. Something that made him still, not even breathing for several seconds while he listened instead. The rustle of fallen leaves kicked out of someone’s path. The crackle of dead, dry twigs breaking underfoot.
Someone was coming. And fast, if what he could hear was any indication.
Silently grateful that he’d opted for dark clothes for the night Jackson positioned himself half behind a tree, watching the direction from which the sounds were originating, waiting to see who -- or more to the point, what -- would appear.