|sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may,|
@ 2014-04-28 15:47:00
|Entry tags:||2009-10-06, gavin, sam|
hidden from us, in the sky above us, i can feel it all around.
Who: Sam and Gavin.
Where: The streets of Scarlet Oak, away from the school.
There had been a lot of activity at the house early that morning, a lot of rushing feet and raised voices, hurried preparations and slamming doors. Sam had watched and listened, seen people racing about and done his part by staying out of the way. That was for the best. It always was. It didn’t directly involve him and so he had stayed quiet, sat back, kept his distance from the action so he wouldn’t cause trouble and watched them all rush out of the house. Something was happening at the high school, that much he had picked up, as was his way. Quiet and distant though he might be Sam was anything but unobservant and he had recognised what was happening as everyone moved about with such tense excitement. Something had happened at the school and it seemed like it might be good news.
That was good. People would be happier again, maybe. It still didn’t have much to do with him but the Summers were nice people and they deserved to be happy and to have good things happen to them.
The house had seemed so big and empty without everyone else in it that Sam had gotten it in his mind to go out but after dressing himself and making sure the door was locked behind him and the key he had been given was tucked securely in the very deepest part of his pocket he wondered why he had decided to do this. Outside was very large, it was a lot of unmapped territory, and it was only ever going to make him nervous. It had, like so many of the things that crossed his mind, been a stupid idea, and with every minute that passed he only become more and more convinced of that. With every step he took he grew increasingly certain that something was wrong.
Sam stopped in his tracks, turning on the spot, looking around. The back of his neck had felt strange. Prickly, almost. Like the hairs had been standing up. The wolf in him recognised it for what it was and grew agitated, making him shuffle his weight from one foot to the other as he looked around, trying to find those eyes he had felt watching him.
As engrossed as he was in trying to find those eyes he didn’t notice the other were coming for him until it was too late.