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Tuesday June 9th 2009
Who: Kennedy and Lupe
What: Ken is getting his wife from the vampire house
Where: The kidnapper vampire house
When: Midday
Rating: PG escalating to NSFW
Ken didn't have all the details. Something about a vampire, kidnapping, a lot of people from the school getting grabbed, locked in a basement. Being fed upon. Ken didn't listen too much, and he didn't care much for the details. Lupe was there, and she was alive, and that was all that mattered. He drove quickly to where he was told she was, driving faster than he ever had in his entire life. He didn't even know the speed limit, and he didn't care.
Parking his car, Ken scrambled out, looking frantically through the mass of people in the front yard of a house that, unless he'd been looking for it, Ken might not have even known was there. People were wrapped in blankets, sitting in the grass, healers checking up on people. And finally, he saw her. She was standing alone, a dark blanket around her shoulders, just watching the people around her. Dried blood speckled her chest and arms, and maybe more of her but he couldn't see it. He was glad of it, because he couldn't handle seeing her worse than she was. Pushing himself past a few people, Ken strode over to her, pausing a moment to just look at her, take the sight of her in. Then he threw his arms around her, holding her tightly. She was alive, in his arms, and that's all that mattered.
What: Ken is getting his wife from the vampire house
Where: The kidnapper vampire house
When: Midday
Rating: PG escalating to NSFW
Ken didn't have all the details. Something about a vampire, kidnapping, a lot of people from the school getting grabbed, locked in a basement. Being fed upon. Ken didn't listen too much, and he didn't care much for the details. Lupe was there, and she was alive, and that was all that mattered. He drove quickly to where he was told she was, driving faster than he ever had in his entire life. He didn't even know the speed limit, and he didn't care.
Parking his car, Ken scrambled out, looking frantically through the mass of people in the front yard of a house that, unless he'd been looking for it, Ken might not have even known was there. People were wrapped in blankets, sitting in the grass, healers checking up on people. And finally, he saw her. She was standing alone, a dark blanket around her shoulders, just watching the people around her. Dried blood speckled her chest and arms, and maybe more of her but he couldn't see it. He was glad of it, because he couldn't handle seeing her worse than she was. Pushing himself past a few people, Ken strode over to her, pausing a moment to just look at her, take the sight of her in. Then he threw his arms around her, holding her tightly. She was alive, in his arms, and that's all that mattered.