Melinda Bobbin (blowthehouse) wrote in snitchers, @ 2018-04-27 15:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: melinda bobbin |
Who: Melinda Bobbin & NPCs
Where: Shell Cottage, Tinworth
Where: Friday, April 27th, Midday
What: Isolation and Fear
Rating: High
Warnings: Mentions of Sucide
The neon pink leggings Mel had been running in were filthy now. Streaked with grime and dirt, she longed to peel them off and sink into a cool, calm bath. It was the first thing she was going to do when she got home, she told herself. She was going to take all of her clothes off and pull Kirley into the longest, coldest and cleanest bath imaginable.
It was hard to know for sure how many days had passed. The windows had all been shuttered and the doors sealed. The only light that came into the house was from a few lanterns they had burning. There were about a dozen of them there. Some of them were friends of Mel's, wolves she'd gotten to know through the support group. Others were strangers to her, only known to her now by the terrible fate they shared.
The moon was getting closer. It was coming and they all felt it. Tempers were flaring and a low, vibrating growl could be felt throughout the house. Mel swore it smelled like a Weasley, but she couldn't be sure. The house was destroyed, only a few beds and some chairs remaining. There had been a fight the night before for one of the beds and Mel was ashamed to admit she'd won. Her Wolf was stronger than she realized. Those who had been bitten by the less powerful wolves seemed to duck away from her.
She was sitting on the bed when the smell came. Sharp and metallic and tempting. Mel felt her lips pull back from her teeth. Blood. There was blood in the house. Jumping from the bed, Mel ran downstairs to be confronted with Michael, a wolf she'd known for a year now laying in the middle of the kitchen. He'd found a broken glass and used it to slit his wrists. Wolves surrounded him, knowing instinctively there was nothing they could do to help. But more than that, they understood why he'd made the choice.
The Moon was coming and with it, The Wolf.
For many of them it would be the first time they ever turned. For some it would be the first time in years. And there was nothing they could do to stop it. Malfoy was going to turn them into Monsters and set them free. Not one of them needed to be told what was going to happen to see it coming.
Kneeling down, Mel plucked the glass from Michael's hand and smiled at him softly. His eyes were filled with fear. Death was coming for him and Mel wouldn't let him die alone. She didn't speak. What words could be said? What comfort could they possibly give him? Werewolves didn't live for words, they craved touch. Leaning down, she rested her forehead against his, nuzzling him lightly. He was home, at least. Home with his own kind.
It only took a few minutes before he had passed. Melinda stood and faced the others. "No more," she said loudly to all who would meet her eyes. "We cannot stop Malfoy, we all know that. But we won't die here, not in this place. Find me after the Moon. Find me when we can fight back."