Loki (hamrammr) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-11-08 20:37:00 |
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Mitchell had been at Sophia’s during the afternoon. Laughter, food and drink had let his mind rest. Now, it was awake again, going over the pros and cons of a relapse. His mood had already reached a newfound low when he heard it. The rain had started again. Slow rhythmic drumming. Tiny drops of blood messaging the windows and walls of the building. The vampire’s head slowly turned around, his eyes falling on the closed door. His feet started to move. Curiosity and desire got the better of him. Just one peak, just a sniff. That was all he wanted. The doors were opened in a haze. It seemed unreal and at the same time more than real. The smell outside was pure toxin. It was sweet and dangerous. He took off his gloves, placing them in the backpockets of his jeans. If Annie or George saw the blood, they would jump to a wrong conclusion. He didn’t need that. They wouldn’t understand. All he wanted was one drop. One tiny moment of peace. That wasn’t too much to ask for, was it? He held out his hand, stretched it out of the door and into the rain. Immediately, little red dots sprinkled on his hand and he stared at them with pure fascination. Not taking his eyes off the blood, he lifted his hand. His tongue lashed out, licking one tiny drop off his index finger. A rush went through his body. Life filled him for the split of a second. Jesus! It felt too fucking good. |