Post by James on Jan 11, 2009 23:30:27 GMT -5
James had to keep his will in tact as his heightened senses monitored the boy and girl as they neared each other. Their hearts still thundered in their chests and they held hands as they ran down the road, gasping for air. At some point, they could no longer maintain their sprint and slowed to a brisk walk, hand in hand. James smirked as they urged each other forward, hope in their eyes. It was as if they were counting on the fact that, somehow, all those horrors stories were known because the lone survivors were able to pass it on. Perhaps they had been lucky to have been those survivors.
James walked towards them, head down, hands in his pocket and shoulders hunched as if he too were bracing himself against the bitter wind. He heard their footsteps hesitate and stop when they finally saw his silhouette against the moonlight. They deliberated, but as he predicted they would continue in this direction; it was the way to the closest town. James slowly lifted his head, and feigned his own hesitation, letting them think that he was also alone and surprised to see others on this lonely road. He rearranged his features to worry, yet quiet relief. And by the time he'd caught up to them, he saw that his expression slightly soften their own.
"I'm sorry," he said in a low pleasant tone. "But have you seen my girlfriend?" He glanced over his shoulder, as if he had accidently passed her by. "My car broke down and we got into a big fight. She just got up and left. I don't think she knows these woods and I haven't been able to find her." The siblings seemed to be in shock, as if they had stepped into another, less malevolent tale. But James' soft tones and sincere expression had put them only a bit at ease, James still saw the light of intuition and suspicion in their eyes.
"No," answered the boy, "But you have to get away from here. We were camping with our friends, and they were all just... killed. We got away somehow, but you can't got that way." James' face suddenly reflected panic and fear, "What? No, what if they get her too? I have to find her! Please you have to help me!" The siblings looked at each other, wanting to walk away but unable to think of leaving someone behind to find the same fate. "Are you sure you haven't seen her?" James asked again. "She's tall..." he started, looking past their shoulder. "And beautiful," he continued, slowly coming out of his act, his voice becoming calm, pleasant and amused. "And redheaded," he added, a small smirk slowly creeping onto his face. The siblings suddenly realized that it was not a different story at all, only a new chapter of the previous one they thought they'd left behind. They barely realized it as they took two small steps away from James together, fear slowing their reaction. "She has a white, long sleeved t-shirt, though she made a little bit of a stain while we were in Seattle." he tacked at the end, for good measure. He sighed, as if her stain had caused him some remote sadness. "She's a little messy sometimes, gets a little excited." He now stood casually, inspecting his prey, the small bite mark the girl had inflicted on her brother was testing his will to the limit, it took every ounce of control to keep himself from taking him right there.
"No," uttered the girl, now gripping both hands onto her brother's arms, pulling him away. "Please." The brother seemed to be stuck to the ground, but suddenly remembered where he was and put himself in front of his sister, trying to block James. Chivalry, how pathetic. As if his sacrifice would spare her. "Please?" repeated James, looking at the girl as if she'd asked him to pass the salt shaker. "I don't know about that." Before they could turn and run, James had already tackled them to the ground, him on top of the boy who had fallen on top of his sister. She started screaming her little head off while the brother tried to push James off and finding it impossible. Smiling, James picked up the boy's injured and and inspected it gently, showing the girl's own teeth marks. "Where was all this etiquette when you took the first bite without me?" he asked, glaring into her eyes. He sank his razor sharp teeth into the very grooves the girl had left behind, draining him while the boy screamed and writhed in pain and the girl sobbing as she watched her brother's death.
When the boy finally slumped, he shoved him off and there was now nothing between James and the girl. This close proximity brought her back to life and she screamed for help and a number of other useless things; her brother, her god. James watched her blubber underneath her, watching her composure slip away. She had been arrogant, he realized. Not just tonight, when thinking that she thought she'd gotten away. But many times before tonight. She was indeed intelligent, and knew it well. James watched with a little smirk as all her education, wit and intelligence counted for nothing under his power. Only her blood. She given up on screaming and had resorted to sobbing, her face covered in disgusting human discharges. Humans were so messy. Finally getting bored, he took her chin and tilted her head. He sank his teeth and drank slowly, letting her feel every ounce leave her body.
James walked towards them, head down, hands in his pocket and shoulders hunched as if he too were bracing himself against the bitter wind. He heard their footsteps hesitate and stop when they finally saw his silhouette against the moonlight. They deliberated, but as he predicted they would continue in this direction; it was the way to the closest town. James slowly lifted his head, and feigned his own hesitation, letting them think that he was also alone and surprised to see others on this lonely road. He rearranged his features to worry, yet quiet relief. And by the time he'd caught up to them, he saw that his expression slightly soften their own.
"I'm sorry," he said in a low pleasant tone. "But have you seen my girlfriend?" He glanced over his shoulder, as if he had accidently passed her by. "My car broke down and we got into a big fight. She just got up and left. I don't think she knows these woods and I haven't been able to find her." The siblings seemed to be in shock, as if they had stepped into another, less malevolent tale. But James' soft tones and sincere expression had put them only a bit at ease, James still saw the light of intuition and suspicion in their eyes.
"No," answered the boy, "But you have to get away from here. We were camping with our friends, and they were all just... killed. We got away somehow, but you can't got that way." James' face suddenly reflected panic and fear, "What? No, what if they get her too? I have to find her! Please you have to help me!" The siblings looked at each other, wanting to walk away but unable to think of leaving someone behind to find the same fate. "Are you sure you haven't seen her?" James asked again. "She's tall..." he started, looking past their shoulder. "And beautiful," he continued, slowly coming out of his act, his voice becoming calm, pleasant and amused. "And redheaded," he added, a small smirk slowly creeping onto his face. The siblings suddenly realized that it was not a different story at all, only a new chapter of the previous one they thought they'd left behind. They barely realized it as they took two small steps away from James together, fear slowing their reaction. "She has a white, long sleeved t-shirt, though she made a little bit of a stain while we were in Seattle." he tacked at the end, for good measure. He sighed, as if her stain had caused him some remote sadness. "She's a little messy sometimes, gets a little excited." He now stood casually, inspecting his prey, the small bite mark the girl had inflicted on her brother was testing his will to the limit, it took every ounce of control to keep himself from taking him right there.
"No," uttered the girl, now gripping both hands onto her brother's arms, pulling him away. "Please." The brother seemed to be stuck to the ground, but suddenly remembered where he was and put himself in front of his sister, trying to block James. Chivalry, how pathetic. As if his sacrifice would spare her. "Please?" repeated James, looking at the girl as if she'd asked him to pass the salt shaker. "I don't know about that." Before they could turn and run, James had already tackled them to the ground, him on top of the boy who had fallen on top of his sister. She started screaming her little head off while the brother tried to push James off and finding it impossible. Smiling, James picked up the boy's injured and and inspected it gently, showing the girl's own teeth marks. "Where was all this etiquette when you took the first bite without me?" he asked, glaring into her eyes. He sank his razor sharp teeth into the very grooves the girl had left behind, draining him while the boy screamed and writhed in pain and the girl sobbing as she watched her brother's death.
When the boy finally slumped, he shoved him off and there was now nothing between James and the girl. This close proximity brought her back to life and she screamed for help and a number of other useless things; her brother, her god. James watched her blubber underneath her, watching her composure slip away. She had been arrogant, he realized. Not just tonight, when thinking that she thought she'd gotten away. But many times before tonight. She was indeed intelligent, and knew it well. James watched with a little smirk as all her education, wit and intelligence counted for nothing under his power. Only her blood. She given up on screaming and had resorted to sobbing, her face covered in disgusting human discharges. Humans were so messy. Finally getting bored, he took her chin and tilted her head. He sank his teeth and drank slowly, letting her feel every ounce leave her body.