Forever doesn’t have to end today [licenseartistic]
The moonlight flows through the window and flood’s its self over the pages of my journal; the only noise in the room is my pen as it scratches across the aged pages.
Another town, another close call. I’m unsure about how much longer we can go on like this; regardless of what we try to stay under the radar. Ely is tired of living how we live and I’m sure he’s not the only one of the group that feels this way. There are some nights when I am even tired of this life we live, but it’s something we have to do for survival.
It worries me, we’re becoming less and less, there are demons that are greater than we are that stir the pot and bring spotlights to us. They make us targets for the demon hunters like some sick hunting sport.
I never asked for this life that I have now. But I never wished for it to end. To be immortal is to live forever; I haven’t come close to seeing the edge of that.
The other night was close… the hunter had me; I thought it was all going to fade away. Everything. All that hard work was going to be slashed away in one stroke by a man bent on revenge. My skin still burns from the knife, the shallow cuts that let blood seep in even deeper and keep its self inside me.
Several showers and day’s later it’s still there; it’s still inside me and I can still smell it. I can smell the blood; I can feel the warmth of Sam’s blood against my cheek. The urge was there - some moments it still is - the urge to struggle and sink my teeth into his hot flesh and drink his blood.
There is something about the blood from a human that’s beyond addicting; it’s greater than any drug high a mortal can get. Maybe that’s why there are others like us who love to do nothing more than drown themselves in it, drink their fill and then even more…
Can’t live that way with that life comes fear. The fear of being hunted like animals and butchered in the same manner…
Living off animal blood is the only way we know to survive, if there is no trace then they can’t find us…the harder it is to find us the better our chances are that we can keep our heads.
I like - as well as the rest - having my head attached. I don’t want to make any plans to change that. I don’t want to chance losing anyone else, there are so few of us left as it is…
The only thing left for me to do is have some hope, I can hope that others see what we’ve done and strive for the same…although…
Old habits die hard.
Two day’s have passed and my skin is still mending; it will take more than a little time to heal. But I have that now; I have that because of that boy. I’m not sure why exactly he saved me, but I’m thankful.
I quietly close the book and slip it under the pillow before turning to lay back down; my eyes catch sight of the boy sleeping quietly in the chair across the room. Even in this darkness I can see how troubled his eyes are as they dart almost wildly behind his eyes.
The temptation to go over and check on him is there, but I don’t act on it. Instead I shift again in the bed, adjusting the borrowed shirt around myself and laying back against the pillows. I quietly run my fingers through my hair as I watch - as if in a daze - his chest rise and fall with his breathing, the beating of his heart quiet in the lull. The only thing rivaling it was the ice machine down the hall.
Character: Lenore
Fandom:Supernatural
Prompt: “Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today." - James Dean.
Word Count: 654
Another town, another close call. I’m unsure about how much longer we can go on like this; regardless of what we try to stay under the radar. Ely is tired of living how we live and I’m sure he’s not the only one of the group that feels this way. There are some nights when I am even tired of this life we live, but it’s something we have to do for survival.
It worries me, we’re becoming less and less, there are demons that are greater than we are that stir the pot and bring spotlights to us. They make us targets for the demon hunters like some sick hunting sport.
I never asked for this life that I have now. But I never wished for it to end. To be immortal is to live forever; I haven’t come close to seeing the edge of that.
The other night was close… the hunter had me; I thought it was all going to fade away. Everything. All that hard work was going to be slashed away in one stroke by a man bent on revenge. My skin still burns from the knife, the shallow cuts that let blood seep in even deeper and keep its self inside me.
Several showers and day’s later it’s still there; it’s still inside me and I can still smell it. I can smell the blood; I can feel the warmth of Sam’s blood against my cheek. The urge was there - some moments it still is - the urge to struggle and sink my teeth into his hot flesh and drink his blood.
There is something about the blood from a human that’s beyond addicting; it’s greater than any drug high a mortal can get. Maybe that’s why there are others like us who love to do nothing more than drown themselves in it, drink their fill and then even more…
Can’t live that way with that life comes fear. The fear of being hunted like animals and butchered in the same manner…
Living off animal blood is the only way we know to survive, if there is no trace then they can’t find us…the harder it is to find us the better our chances are that we can keep our heads.
I like - as well as the rest - having my head attached. I don’t want to make any plans to change that. I don’t want to chance losing anyone else, there are so few of us left as it is…
The only thing left for me to do is have some hope, I can hope that others see what we’ve done and strive for the same…although…
Old habits die hard.
Two day’s have passed and my skin is still mending; it will take more than a little time to heal. But I have that now; I have that because of that boy. I’m not sure why exactly he saved me, but I’m thankful.
I quietly close the book and slip it under the pillow before turning to lay back down; my eyes catch sight of the boy sleeping quietly in the chair across the room. Even in this darkness I can see how troubled his eyes are as they dart almost wildly behind his eyes.
The temptation to go over and check on him is there, but I don’t act on it. Instead I shift again in the bed, adjusting the borrowed shirt around myself and laying back against the pillows. I quietly run my fingers through my hair as I watch - as if in a daze - his chest rise and fall with his breathing, the beating of his heart quiet in the lull. The only thing rivaling it was the ice machine down the hall.
Character: Lenore
Fandom:Supernatural
Prompt: “Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today." - James Dean.
Word Count: 654