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Tuesday June 9th 2009
Who: Nicanor and Lincoln
What: Linc comes back from the vampire den
Where: The front lawn of the school
When: Late afternoon
Rating: PG
When people had started disappearing, Nicanor had assumed it was Linc's people. And he was furious about it. He had tried waiting for Linc by his room the day that the schoole discovered the problem, but Linc never came back to his room. He didn't come back that night, or the night after, or the night after. At first Nic thought that this meant Linc had left, that his crew had called him back and he was gone forever now, the hunt ended here. And Nicanor was furious. He plotted and planned all the ways he was going to bring pain to someone he thought was his friend, how he would track Linc down and make him hurt. And he carried that anger with him right up until he heard that the people who had disappeared had been chained in the basement of a sadistic vampire, and Lincoln had been one of them.
Waiting on the front lawn with a few others who needed to see their loved ones, Nic was chain smoking Marlboros and waiting for the van to pull up. He couldn't just let go of the seething fury he'd been holding onto for days, but at the same time he knew that it was directed at someone who wasn't guilty of anything. But that fact that Nic had assumed that he was, that Linc was capable of hurting these people, was enough to make the little lycan wonder if their friendship was worth really having.
When the van finally came, and people started climbing out covered in blood and scars and looking horrifically shaken, Nic tossed his cigarette butt to the ground, biting his inner lip nervously. Watching person after person filing out, his anxiousness grew and his mind became convinced that Linc was coming out in a body bag, that he hadn't made it, and it bothered him that this thought bothered him so much. He shouldn't care so much about someone like that. But the minute he saw Linc, bloodied and pale and looking meeker than he'd ever looked before, there was only one thing Nic could do. Running across the grass, Nic assaulted the other man in a tight hug, not even minding the reek of blood and death on him.
What: Linc comes back from the vampire den
Where: The front lawn of the school
When: Late afternoon
Rating: PG
When people had started disappearing, Nicanor had assumed it was Linc's people. And he was furious about it. He had tried waiting for Linc by his room the day that the schoole discovered the problem, but Linc never came back to his room. He didn't come back that night, or the night after, or the night after. At first Nic thought that this meant Linc had left, that his crew had called him back and he was gone forever now, the hunt ended here. And Nicanor was furious. He plotted and planned all the ways he was going to bring pain to someone he thought was his friend, how he would track Linc down and make him hurt. And he carried that anger with him right up until he heard that the people who had disappeared had been chained in the basement of a sadistic vampire, and Lincoln had been one of them.
Waiting on the front lawn with a few others who needed to see their loved ones, Nic was chain smoking Marlboros and waiting for the van to pull up. He couldn't just let go of the seething fury he'd been holding onto for days, but at the same time he knew that it was directed at someone who wasn't guilty of anything. But that fact that Nic had assumed that he was, that Linc was capable of hurting these people, was enough to make the little lycan wonder if their friendship was worth really having.
When the van finally came, and people started climbing out covered in blood and scars and looking horrifically shaken, Nic tossed his cigarette butt to the ground, biting his inner lip nervously. Watching person after person filing out, his anxiousness grew and his mind became convinced that Linc was coming out in a body bag, that he hadn't made it, and it bothered him that this thought bothered him so much. He shouldn't care so much about someone like that. But the minute he saw Linc, bloodied and pale and looking meeker than he'd ever looked before, there was only one thing Nic could do. Running across the grass, Nic assaulted the other man in a tight hug, not even minding the reek of blood and death on him.