fic; Talking Between the Thunder Prompt 69 thunder
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Title:Talking Between the Thunder
’Verse: Servants Journals
Characters:Kit, Rose
Prompt:69 Thunder
Word Count:1070
Rating: pg13 for talk of violence
Notes: It time for a long over due talk, or more questions and answers. Takes place between 2 and 3 years after Kit claimed Rose.
Rose jumped when the thunder cracked outside the cottage. It amazed her that Master Kit could sleep through it, unnatural sleep or not. The storm had started at dawn and hadn’t stopped once all day. Because of it, she couldn’t tell if the sun had set since it had been dark all day. Another long roll of thunder didn’t help settle her nerves as she waited for the vampire to come out of his locked room.
The windows and door were all shut tight so she didn’t see the lightning that might give her warning that thunder was coming and the next double burst of sound took her by surprise again. She sat near the fire for warmth and light, clutching a cup of tea and waiting for the next thunder clap. She didn’t realize how anxious she was until she jumped at the soft click of Master Kit’s bedroom door opening.
He gave her a weak smile in apology and then flinched himself when another crack of thunder sounded right overhead. He was wearing only his britches and long shirt, and his hair was disheveled. “God’s teeth, how long has that been going on?” he asked, walking over to sit by the fire with her.
“Since about an hour after you went to sleep,” Rose said, holding up a cup and asking if he wanted some hot tea. She’d been so surprised the first time that she saw him drinking anything other than blood that he had snorted the wine up his nose from the look on her face. He nodded yes to the tea and she filled his cup from a pot on the hearth. He held it in both hands, more for the warmth of the cup and aroma of the herbs than for the liquid itself.
Master Kit had been out the whole night before, returning to the cottage just minutes before sunrise. Rose could guess that he had fed from someone else last night, but she really didn’t want to know any details. And since he’d fed from her two nights ago, it was unlikely that he would be feeding from her tonight. She knew he could skip a day or two as need may be. More thunder rumbled over the cottage followed by the increase pounding of the rain.
They both sat near the fire, wrapped in their own thoughts while listening to the sound of the rain. The booms became less frequent and more rumbling as that part of the storm moved away until one last crack sounded right over their heads and caused Rose to jump again. It’s been doing that all day. How can you sleep through that?” Rose asked.
“It’s not a natural sleep.” Kit answered “It’s somewhere between sleeping and a trance. My body is renewing itself. If you saw me sleeping you might think I was dead.”
“Are you?” Rose asked, a little shocked at her boldness. In all the months she’d been living with Master Kit, she’d been reluctant to ask him too many questions about his vampirism.
Kit thought about the simple question that really wasn’t so simple. “No, I’m not dead. My body seemed to have died while it went through the change, but it never truly did.”
“But now the sun can kill you?”
“No, not right away. I’m not going to burst into flames or anything. The sunlight makes me very uncomfortable and it’s is too bright for my eyes. And I’m very grouchy. Don’t try to wake me up for anything less than the building being on fire or the villagers coming here with torches.” Kit smiled, he’d said the last part as a joke, but such thing been known to happen from time to time.
This was all news to Rose; her meager knowledge of vampires came from legends and fairy tails. “How would I wake you up?” She asked.
“Through our blood bond, if you concentrate heard enough you can reach my mind and wake me up. Though I’ll warn you, it will take me a few moments to come completely awake and I’d probably attack you first and ask questions afterward.”
Rose shuddered; Kit’s words reminded her of the man that had tried to rob them a few months ago. She had a lot to think about and there was still a long night ahead. Apparently Kit wasn’t planning to go anywhere tonight and after another rumble of thunder, Rose couldn’t blame him. He seemed to be in a good mood though; maybe this was a good time to ask him some more questions.
“Master Kit, remember a few months ago when we were in the city? And you led me down a dark ally and we were attacked by that robber?”
“Yes.” Kit answered. He’d wondered if she would ever mention the incident. He had been careless leading her down that shortcut, forgetting that for her it could be dangerous.
“Do you do that often? Go down dark alleys looking for robbers?”
“Ummm… Yes?” Kit stalled, hoping he didn’t blush. “But most of the time they’re empty.”
“And when they’re not, you kill them?”
“Well, by the very loose set of rules we have robbers and thieves are fair game. Sometimes I want to drink as much as I want.”
Rose grimaced, remembering how careful and controlled he was when he fed from her. It was nothing like the wild frenzy with which he’d drained the would-be robber. After a minute or two she said, “I think I understand. And fair is fair. That man might have killed us both.” Kit was relieved that she seemed to accept that so easily. But her next question surprised him, “Master Kit, why did you drink from his wrist and not his neck?”
Kit had to laugh at that one, “Really Rose, you could smell that man from yards away. Do you really think I’d want to get that close to him?”
Rose remembered the strong smell of the robber and wrinkled her nose and grinned, “Since you put it that way, no.”
There was one last long low rumble of thunder signaling that the worst of the storm was over. Rose wasn’t sleepy yet, and Kit had just gotten up. There was still a lot of the night ahead. “Want to play ‘Nine Man’s Morris’?” Kit asked.
“That would be good.” Rose answered reaching for the game board and pegs.
Title:Talking Between the Thunder
’Verse: Servants Journals
Characters:Kit, Rose
Prompt:69 Thunder
Word Count:1070
Rating: pg13 for talk of violence
Notes: It time for a long over due talk, or more questions and answers. Takes place between 2 and 3 years after Kit claimed Rose.
Rose jumped when the thunder cracked outside the cottage. It amazed her that Master Kit could sleep through it, unnatural sleep or not. The storm had started at dawn and hadn’t stopped once all day. Because of it, she couldn’t tell if the sun had set since it had been dark all day. Another long roll of thunder didn’t help settle her nerves as she waited for the vampire to come out of his locked room.
The windows and door were all shut tight so she didn’t see the lightning that might give her warning that thunder was coming and the next double burst of sound took her by surprise again. She sat near the fire for warmth and light, clutching a cup of tea and waiting for the next thunder clap. She didn’t realize how anxious she was until she jumped at the soft click of Master Kit’s bedroom door opening.
He gave her a weak smile in apology and then flinched himself when another crack of thunder sounded right overhead. He was wearing only his britches and long shirt, and his hair was disheveled. “God’s teeth, how long has that been going on?” he asked, walking over to sit by the fire with her.
“Since about an hour after you went to sleep,” Rose said, holding up a cup and asking if he wanted some hot tea. She’d been so surprised the first time that she saw him drinking anything other than blood that he had snorted the wine up his nose from the look on her face. He nodded yes to the tea and she filled his cup from a pot on the hearth. He held it in both hands, more for the warmth of the cup and aroma of the herbs than for the liquid itself.
Master Kit had been out the whole night before, returning to the cottage just minutes before sunrise. Rose could guess that he had fed from someone else last night, but she really didn’t want to know any details. And since he’d fed from her two nights ago, it was unlikely that he would be feeding from her tonight. She knew he could skip a day or two as need may be. More thunder rumbled over the cottage followed by the increase pounding of the rain.
They both sat near the fire, wrapped in their own thoughts while listening to the sound of the rain. The booms became less frequent and more rumbling as that part of the storm moved away until one last crack sounded right over their heads and caused Rose to jump again. It’s been doing that all day. How can you sleep through that?” Rose asked.
“It’s not a natural sleep.” Kit answered “It’s somewhere between sleeping and a trance. My body is renewing itself. If you saw me sleeping you might think I was dead.”
“Are you?” Rose asked, a little shocked at her boldness. In all the months she’d been living with Master Kit, she’d been reluctant to ask him too many questions about his vampirism.
Kit thought about the simple question that really wasn’t so simple. “No, I’m not dead. My body seemed to have died while it went through the change, but it never truly did.”
“But now the sun can kill you?”
“No, not right away. I’m not going to burst into flames or anything. The sunlight makes me very uncomfortable and it’s is too bright for my eyes. And I’m very grouchy. Don’t try to wake me up for anything less than the building being on fire or the villagers coming here with torches.” Kit smiled, he’d said the last part as a joke, but such thing been known to happen from time to time.
This was all news to Rose; her meager knowledge of vampires came from legends and fairy tails. “How would I wake you up?” She asked.
“Through our blood bond, if you concentrate heard enough you can reach my mind and wake me up. Though I’ll warn you, it will take me a few moments to come completely awake and I’d probably attack you first and ask questions afterward.”
Rose shuddered; Kit’s words reminded her of the man that had tried to rob them a few months ago. She had a lot to think about and there was still a long night ahead. Apparently Kit wasn’t planning to go anywhere tonight and after another rumble of thunder, Rose couldn’t blame him. He seemed to be in a good mood though; maybe this was a good time to ask him some more questions.
“Master Kit, remember a few months ago when we were in the city? And you led me down a dark ally and we were attacked by that robber?”
“Yes.” Kit answered. He’d wondered if she would ever mention the incident. He had been careless leading her down that shortcut, forgetting that for her it could be dangerous.
“Do you do that often? Go down dark alleys looking for robbers?”
“Ummm… Yes?” Kit stalled, hoping he didn’t blush. “But most of the time they’re empty.”
“And when they’re not, you kill them?”
“Well, by the very loose set of rules we have robbers and thieves are fair game. Sometimes I want to drink as much as I want.”
Rose grimaced, remembering how careful and controlled he was when he fed from her. It was nothing like the wild frenzy with which he’d drained the would-be robber. After a minute or two she said, “I think I understand. And fair is fair. That man might have killed us both.” Kit was relieved that she seemed to accept that so easily. But her next question surprised him, “Master Kit, why did you drink from his wrist and not his neck?”
Kit had to laugh at that one, “Really Rose, you could smell that man from yards away. Do you really think I’d want to get that close to him?”
Rose remembered the strong smell of the robber and wrinkled her nose and grinned, “Since you put it that way, no.”
There was one last long low rumble of thunder signaling that the worst of the storm was over. Rose wasn’t sleepy yet, and Kit had just gotten up. There was still a lot of the night ahead. “Want to play ‘Nine Man’s Morris’?” Kit asked.
“That would be good.” Rose answered reaching for the game board and pegs.