louis gallagher ∞ john mitchell (ex_deadlyfur943) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-07-31 00:19:00 |
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Who: Louis Gallagher
What: An attraction of the fatal kind.
Where: The streets of Bristol.
When: Early Sunday morning, July 31st, 2011
Warnings: Everything that comes with a vampire. Sex, violence, angst. You know how they do.
Every vampire has his weakness. Louis Gallagher had forgotten his until his saw it walking down the street.
Saw, and then smelled. He'd also forgotten how sharp his senses could be until he smelled her. Picked her out of a crowd. Zeroed in and started the hunt.
Her hair was brown, curly. Her smile wide and infectious. And she smelled of tea. Tea and wilting flowers.
He followed that smell into a pub. He found it again, found her, and chatted her up, like every attractive man alone in a bar was supposed to do. He paid for her drink and lit her cigarette, and in under an hour, she was the one grabbing him by the hand and dragging him to the loo. She was the one who started kissing him, enveloping him completely with that scent and the sound of her heart beating, blood pumping faster and faster and faster...
He felt his eyes go black, and then she spoke, her voice a hoarse whisper. "My name's Paula. What's yours?"
Then it all came rushing back to him. She wasn't Annie. She wasn't Annabel. This was wrong, and he was weak. So, so weak. He pushed her away and choked an excuse, and then he ran. He ran all the way back to Windsor Terrace, and he locked himself inside. He jailed the monster before he could be set free.
It was bound to happen sooner or later, of course. A tiger couldn't change his stripes. A vampire couldn't remove his fangs. "I'm so – I'm sorry," he whispered to the dark, but the dark didn't whisper back. He felt twenty-nine years old again – a newborn vampire, stranded alone. Just as then, he whispered the words he hadn't uttered in two hundred and ninety two years. "God forgive me. God forgive me..."
It had started once again.