Apocalypse Nowish - No Forgetting
The plan was to just keep wandering around the hotel, waiting for some kind of sign to tell me what to do about my royally weird life... or for the other shoe to drop, whichever came first. Unfortunately, with this truth spell thing in play, it seemed like most people weren't in much of a mood to socialize, so there weren't too many places left for me to be actually by myself. Finally, after walking and climbing stairs at random, I found myself up on the roof.
From here, the view of the city was actually kinda pretty. Over a good half of the sky or more, blue was giving way to purple and red for a while, until night came and brought the usual good and bad with it. Even with the whole lockdown on the hotel, the fact that there hadn't been any kind of chain or bolt on the roof door told me that somebody elese had found a little refuge up here not long ago. Couldn't blame anybody for wanting the time away.
Sighing, I leaned against the edge of the wall, looking down onto the street and away from the hotel to the surrounding buildings. Everything was as peaceful and quiet as you would want a night in L.A. to be.
Then, it caught my eye, from the building across the small side street. It took only half a heartbeat for me to recognize that other rooftop.
It was the one where he'd been. The rooftop with the commanding, direct-line view of the kitchen windows. That was where the vampire had sat and waited for who knows how long to get a glimpse of two figures, sharing a late-night drink and a little bit of home. That was where the blonde-headed one had set his high-powered sniper rifle and picked out his targets with a cold-blooded, cowardly precision that isn't taught; it's born in your bones.
That was where the bastard had killed Lizzie from.
And even though I'd tasted his blood, even though I'd fought him until I was too weak to do anything but crawl back to the hotel, he was still out there. Not alive, but still out there, waiting for me to go out and hunt him down so we can finish this thing right. I flexed my hands, the sense memory of claws and wide-stanced paws that I could use so well to balance and tear and shred.
That was why I was still the only one who knew about the vampire. His blood, his end-- it belonged to me.
Soon enough, the hunt would start again.
((Open to The First))
From here, the view of the city was actually kinda pretty. Over a good half of the sky or more, blue was giving way to purple and red for a while, until night came and brought the usual good and bad with it. Even with the whole lockdown on the hotel, the fact that there hadn't been any kind of chain or bolt on the roof door told me that somebody elese had found a little refuge up here not long ago. Couldn't blame anybody for wanting the time away.
Sighing, I leaned against the edge of the wall, looking down onto the street and away from the hotel to the surrounding buildings. Everything was as peaceful and quiet as you would want a night in L.A. to be.
Then, it caught my eye, from the building across the small side street. It took only half a heartbeat for me to recognize that other rooftop.
It was the one where he'd been. The rooftop with the commanding, direct-line view of the kitchen windows. That was where the vampire had sat and waited for who knows how long to get a glimpse of two figures, sharing a late-night drink and a little bit of home. That was where the blonde-headed one had set his high-powered sniper rifle and picked out his targets with a cold-blooded, cowardly precision that isn't taught; it's born in your bones.
That was where the bastard had killed Lizzie from.
And even though I'd tasted his blood, even though I'd fought him until I was too weak to do anything but crawl back to the hotel, he was still out there. Not alive, but still out there, waiting for me to go out and hunt him down so we can finish this thing right. I flexed my hands, the sense memory of claws and wide-stanced paws that I could use so well to balance and tear and shred.
That was why I was still the only one who knew about the vampire. His blood, his end-- it belonged to me.
Soon enough, the hunt would start again.
((Open to The First))