so what if you can see the dark inside of me? Who: Darcie and Zaviar Where: Outskirts of Grayling, MI When: Just before moonrise Warnings: Violence and blood... bitten were's on the full moon, okay.
"You're lucky I was in a good mood this afternoon," Zaviar informed Darcie as he put his truck into park and leaned back, fingers drumming on the wheel. He rarely had moments where he showed his nerves or excitement - rarely had either - but the day of the full moon was one of those times when his body language reflected the growing excitement that was building. That he would remember none of the night to come was of no consequence to him and had not been since his teen years. Oh sometimes he had a fleeting desire to remember what he did and whose blood it was in his mouth when he woke up the next morning, naked as the day he was born and usually under his truck or some random bush, but they were easily extinguished. After all, what was the point of hoping for something that he clearly could not have? Zaviar had never been one to long after little things like that. He would rather focus on the attainable: creating a large were-snake population and hopefully overwhelming the disgusting little vanilla's who ran around like they owned the place was a nice start. "Otherwise Knight would be there and you would be back in your cage to spend another night banging your head off the bars." He still was not sure he should have brought her along. Just because he had made her what she was did not mean that he felt responsible for her. But one more were-snake running around this poor excuse of a town was better than one - so long as they did not end up tearing into each other - and would likely end with that much higher a body count or that many more snakes to wreak havoc. That it gave him an extra feeling of power to know that he was responsible for her freedom was just a bonus.
The thought flew through his mind again that Madeleine would not be best pleased that he had brought Darcie along with him. And again he crushed it by acknowledging that that was why he had not told her and had no intent of telling her. One was not supposed to upset pregnant women if he remembered correctly. A fair eyebrow arched as he turned in his seat. "Well? Are you going to say 'thank you, Zaviar'?" Insanity was not an excuse to be rude to him.