Who: Hal Yorke and Alex Millar What: Coping with life Where: Their new place When: September 15, late afternoon Rating: TBD Status: In progress
Things had been going well. Which of course made Hal nervous. They were getting complacent around him, ready to believe that he was redeemed, better. That things were going to go well for him and they need not fear the monster any longer. It was a foolish belief and they were very much mistaken in it. The threat had not diminished and the month he had spent hidden from the world was far from enough. He needed to prepare them. Prepare Alex. He'd watched Mitchell and Lydia grow into a couple, a happy couple, content in themselves and what they believed was the only course of action. They were happy, content, in love.
And he'd had fun with Alex, even had fun at that vampire gathering, eventually. Oh he was still wary about the people involved. Those Originals, older than even him and in some cases just as sadistic from what he had gathered. But he had gone, he had been social, he had danced with Alex, kissed her, and god, ghost or not, he felt it when she touched him, just a whisper of a dream of what could be. But he'd take it.
Even now he sensed blood. A twitch of the curtains revealed the cause, so very simple. A teenage girl, maybe 16, had fallen, cut her leg, not injured badly, just a trickle really but it was enough. Black eyes watched her, stared with unrelenting focus as she continued up the street. The blood he could smell coming from a small vein, fed through an artery in her thigh, all the way up to her heart. Hal blinked, stepping back from the window and moved quickly to the table, His dominoes lined up. The urge to knock them stronger than ever. But he didn't. He wouldn't. For his friends sake. Alex's.
Perhaps though he couldn't do this. Even with her.
Perhaps taking a little. Just a little, was enough. Just enough to feed the monster.
He could stop him from taking everything.
But no, no he couldn't do that to them all. He would be like Mitchell. Complete abstinence, strength that Mitchell didn't for a second believe he had but Hal knew the younger vampire had more willpower to him than he would ever have.