loveof_fate
I decided to turn in early, since the park decided to be nice and crowded with idiots. I'm anticipating some intelligent company, maybe I can coerce Alex into telling me a story. The guy has so many random stories he must have made some of them up. Nobody's life is that exciting. First I notice that the door isn't locked. Huh. Maybe he's finally used to me coming in late and decided not to lock it up just yet. I knew eventually I could charm the paranoid out of him. What's there to be afraid of, anyway? Nobody knows we're here, and a locked door wouldn't stop a vampire, the barrier on the threshold would. If he'd been thinking, he'd have known that.
But when I push the door, it swings open easily, I see the lock is broke off and my lower lip juts out, my voice becoming unsteady. "....Alex?" I push the door open the rest of the way and the livingroom is revealed, on first instinct I'd say it was a robbery, things have been knocked over and everything's broken or shuffled around. If he was home he would have killed these people without any questions, in fact that's probably what happened, robbers broke in and he's off dumping bodies somewhere and that's why he's not around. It's strange how that thought comforts me, the idea of my roomate and friend dropping the bodies of thieves in a river somewhere. Well atleast he could have been courteous enough to leave me a note or-
I trip over something and my feet are knocked out from under me, cupping my face in my hand as my mouth slams against the hardwood floor, and I cuss under my breath. "fuck!" I check my hand for blood, and over my hand I see a steady, thick pool of red creeping toward me, and my breathing stops, every inch of my body frozen as something cold crawls up my back.
I turn my head and for a long moment just stare at what I'm seeing, not believing, shocked and horrified. Large moments in my life flash through my head, the soft ones, the kind ones. The hands reaching out to help me up, muted laughter, a small smirk, someone tucking hair behind my ear....and a scream rips up from inside of me. I feel like someone's stabbed me in the chest and my hand is in a pool of lukewarm blood, and it's wet and sticky and thick...I cover my mouth to keep from throwing up and launch off the floor, slipping in the blood once, twice before finding my feet and throwing myself over the couch and out of the apartment, running blindly till my legs quit.
My knees buckle underneath me and through a shade of tears I can see I'm in the woods, I curl up against a tree, blood covered arms staining my jeans as I wrap them around my knees. That didn't happen, it couldn't have, I was wrong, I was dreaming...
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But when I push the door, it swings open easily, I see the lock is broke off and my lower lip juts out, my voice becoming unsteady. "....Alex?" I push the door open the rest of the way and the livingroom is revealed, on first instinct I'd say it was a robbery, things have been knocked over and everything's broken or shuffled around. If he was home he would have killed these people without any questions, in fact that's probably what happened, robbers broke in and he's off dumping bodies somewhere and that's why he's not around. It's strange how that thought comforts me, the idea of my roomate and friend dropping the bodies of thieves in a river somewhere. Well atleast he could have been courteous enough to leave me a note or-
I trip over something and my feet are knocked out from under me, cupping my face in my hand as my mouth slams against the hardwood floor, and I cuss under my breath. "fuck!" I check my hand for blood, and over my hand I see a steady, thick pool of red creeping toward me, and my breathing stops, every inch of my body frozen as something cold crawls up my back.
I turn my head and for a long moment just stare at what I'm seeing, not believing, shocked and horrified. Large moments in my life flash through my head, the soft ones, the kind ones. The hands reaching out to help me up, muted laughter, a small smirk, someone tucking hair behind my ear....and a scream rips up from inside of me. I feel like someone's stabbed me in the chest and my hand is in a pool of lukewarm blood, and it's wet and sticky and thick...I cover my mouth to keep from throwing up and launch off the floor, slipping in the blood once, twice before finding my feet and throwing myself over the couch and out of the apartment, running blindly till my legs quit.
My knees buckle underneath me and through a shade of tears I can see I'm in the woods, I curl up against a tree, blood covered arms staining my jeans as I wrap them around my knees. That didn't happen, it couldn't have, I was wrong, I was dreaming...
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