twiztednwarped
Virgin
- Joined
- Apr 4, 2009
- Posts
- 19
He shot awake.
Leaning up from his bed, his chest heaving, his flesh covered in a sheen of sweat.
The same dream again. He shook off the remaining, yet fleeting terror in the back of his mind and planted his feet upon the smooth wooden floor. A shower would do him good. He crossed the floor in pitch darkness and clapped his hands twice. The lights danced into life, and cast a dull glow across the room. Clamping a towel in hand, he entered the bathroom and cast the towel to the floor. Turning on the water and hopping into it's stream with one swift, fluid movement. He played over the events in his mind once more.
Just another night, like any other night, like hundreds of nights he had seen since he was turned. Except this one was different. Normally he was the hunter, but tonight he was playing of all things, protector. Creature after wicked looking creature was batted away with whatever was at hand. Crowbars, chains, bats, the sound of gunfire. It all mingled in a cacophony of noise and violence. The screams of the wounded, and the commands of his brothers roared in his ears. Piercing all of it was a single terrified scream of a woman. His heart wrenched with fear and he leaped into action. What happened next was a blur, when sense returned to the vision he felt droplets of something on his face. He looked up into the face of a woman, sorrow etched into her features. Tears were falling on his face. He didn’t even know this woman, yet in the dream there was some…. Some connection between them.
He let the water beat down on his nude frame. Flexing the stiffness of slumber from his muscles one by one. His palid flesh was littered with scars, though they were like memories from another fading dream, they were present, but never truly defined. His body had seen hard days, and would undoubtedly see more to come.
He wished he could have the evening for sport, for pleasure, for enjoyment, however that was not the case. He had work to do tonight. The prince had put word out to all the enforcers that the sabbat were on the move tonight. He threw on a dark blue shirt, with a few holes in it, and jeans that were in similar disrepair.
A pair of socks, and well worn steel toe boots and he was almost ready. On his way out the door he stuffed a knife into his boot and a pair of brass knuckles into his pocket. Stepping down the hall and onto the street he encountered a group full of men standing outside. He tried to walk past, but they physically blocked his way. One of the bigger men spoke. “Give us yer wallet and you can pass. Otherwise yer gonna need that money for the ambulance”
He gave a slow grin to himself and muttered under his breath. “ok.. maybe enough time for a little fun”
Leaning up from his bed, his chest heaving, his flesh covered in a sheen of sweat.
The same dream again. He shook off the remaining, yet fleeting terror in the back of his mind and planted his feet upon the smooth wooden floor. A shower would do him good. He crossed the floor in pitch darkness and clapped his hands twice. The lights danced into life, and cast a dull glow across the room. Clamping a towel in hand, he entered the bathroom and cast the towel to the floor. Turning on the water and hopping into it's stream with one swift, fluid movement. He played over the events in his mind once more.
Just another night, like any other night, like hundreds of nights he had seen since he was turned. Except this one was different. Normally he was the hunter, but tonight he was playing of all things, protector. Creature after wicked looking creature was batted away with whatever was at hand. Crowbars, chains, bats, the sound of gunfire. It all mingled in a cacophony of noise and violence. The screams of the wounded, and the commands of his brothers roared in his ears. Piercing all of it was a single terrified scream of a woman. His heart wrenched with fear and he leaped into action. What happened next was a blur, when sense returned to the vision he felt droplets of something on his face. He looked up into the face of a woman, sorrow etched into her features. Tears were falling on his face. He didn’t even know this woman, yet in the dream there was some…. Some connection between them.
He let the water beat down on his nude frame. Flexing the stiffness of slumber from his muscles one by one. His palid flesh was littered with scars, though they were like memories from another fading dream, they were present, but never truly defined. His body had seen hard days, and would undoubtedly see more to come.
He wished he could have the evening for sport, for pleasure, for enjoyment, however that was not the case. He had work to do tonight. The prince had put word out to all the enforcers that the sabbat were on the move tonight. He threw on a dark blue shirt, with a few holes in it, and jeans that were in similar disrepair.
A pair of socks, and well worn steel toe boots and he was almost ready. On his way out the door he stuffed a knife into his boot and a pair of brass knuckles into his pocket. Stepping down the hall and onto the street he encountered a group full of men standing outside. He tried to walk past, but they physically blocked his way. One of the bigger men spoke. “Give us yer wallet and you can pass. Otherwise yer gonna need that money for the ambulance”
He gave a slow grin to himself and muttered under his breath. “ok.. maybe enough time for a little fun”
