David (![]() ![]() @ 2008-08-12 09:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | arrival, complete, david, day 10, edward cullen |
Day 10
Who: David and Edward
Where: The beach and then the lobby
When: Day 10; 11pm
Why: David arrives and demands an explanation for this B.S.
Rating: TBD; Probably PG-13
Status: In Progress
Everything was going exactly as planned which is why David should have suspected something bad would happen. It was Murphy’s law, right? If anything can go wrong then it will and David’s luck was bound to run out at some point. His life was just going too well. Immortality, amazing powers, a gang of vampires to do his bidding and free reign of Santa Carla. The only thorn in his side was Michael but soon his blood would overwhelm the human’s and Michael would be one of them. Tonight was the end of the initiation as David and the boys led Michael to an isolated beach party full of surf punks. As they perched in the tree, David opened his mouth to tell Michael just that when the tree, the beach and his fellow vampires suddenly disappeared.
For a moment it felt as if David was simply free-falling through black space when he landed on cold, wet sand. He thought at first that he was back on the beach and that he might have just fell out of the tree but a quick look around told David that wasn’t right. For one thing there was no tree, no partying surfers and none of his vampires there to laugh at David for falling. Second, there had been a drastic change in the weather. Gone was the peaceful moon lit night, only to be replaced with howling winds and flickering lightning bolts. “What’s going on here?” he muttered, the vampire’s voice lost to the wind. He climbed to his feet and staggered forward, wet sand clinging to his black jeans, gloves and duster.
Thanks to his heightened eyesight, it was easy for David to pick out the light of the resort through the rain and darkness. Common sense told him to head for the light. If anything, it would help him figure out where he was to but David had a strong suspicion that it wasn’t Santa Carla anymore. It didn’t smell like the resort town and there was no sign of the boardwalk from here. As he moved closer to the building, David could pick the smaller buildings along side of the larger, lit-up building as well as the white stucco walls. Where am I? On a tropical island?
Once he reached the main building, David circled around until her found a large, unlocked door. With hesitation, David barged in and slammed door shut behind him. It looked like a lobby to some fancy resort. “What the fuck is going on here?” he demanded in a low and dangerous tone.