Later On...
He stared at the bodies, the one victim hobbling away with a hand clasped to his neck, leaving a trail of blood much like Griddle’s bread crumbs. The gargled breath of the other victim was steadily growing more shallow, the newest member of the vampire nation savagely ripping into the child’s neck like an untamed beast. Impassively, Percy stood there, watching his pet monster lap at the blood.
“You like that, eh?” His English accent adding flavor to his words as he crossed his arms, “makes you feel like the top dog now, don’ it?” Stupid child, making threats he couldn’t begin to back up. “Just need your leash and a master…”
But like any dumb mutt, the boy never looked up. He growled when something moved too close, and paused as if he were waiting to attack. Heh. It could have been suggested it had rabies, if the idea wasn’t ludicrous.
So…this was civilized man? He who had technology and medical breakthroughs was still nothing more than a savage beast that disgusted him. Percy was amused with the irony, but he wasn’t afforded the time to muse over it long as his childish beast suddenly stood, and looked back at him like a zombie who had forgotten proper table manners.
Maybe it was a ghoul? He’d only ever turned Alex, and that had been two centuries ago. He could have done it wrong…
“More,” it demanded, leering at Percy with a mass of flesh hanging from its lips. “Give me more….”
“You let it get away,” Percy pointed out mildly, making a face at the meat that dripped spittle and blood. “Disgusting,” he whispered, brushing his arms along his arms as if it would wash away the filthy and barbarity of it all. “Well…he left a trail, go chase him down…”
It hesitated a moment, before lifting its head like a wolf and sniffing at the air. It only took a moment to catch the scent, and with only a bare glance back at Percy, it took off with a hunger driven determination.
“Ghouls…” It had to be one. As he stepped out of the alley way, he could hear the distant screams of people coming out of buildings at the wrong time, running into the wrong beast of the night. It was a symphony, screaming violins laced with the deep baritones of fear and dismay. The music of the night…
But at least the Ghoul would affectively accomplish the task. What noble minded hunter would let the innocent suffer such a horrid death, eh?
“You like that, eh?” His English accent adding flavor to his words as he crossed his arms, “makes you feel like the top dog now, don’ it?” Stupid child, making threats he couldn’t begin to back up. “Just need your leash and a master…”
But like any dumb mutt, the boy never looked up. He growled when something moved too close, and paused as if he were waiting to attack. Heh. It could have been suggested it had rabies, if the idea wasn’t ludicrous.
So…this was civilized man? He who had technology and medical breakthroughs was still nothing more than a savage beast that disgusted him. Percy was amused with the irony, but he wasn’t afforded the time to muse over it long as his childish beast suddenly stood, and looked back at him like a zombie who had forgotten proper table manners.
Maybe it was a ghoul? He’d only ever turned Alex, and that had been two centuries ago. He could have done it wrong…
“More,” it demanded, leering at Percy with a mass of flesh hanging from its lips. “Give me more….”
“You let it get away,” Percy pointed out mildly, making a face at the meat that dripped spittle and blood. “Disgusting,” he whispered, brushing his arms along his arms as if it would wash away the filthy and barbarity of it all. “Well…he left a trail, go chase him down…”
It hesitated a moment, before lifting its head like a wolf and sniffing at the air. It only took a moment to catch the scent, and with only a bare glance back at Percy, it took off with a hunger driven determination.
“Ghouls…” It had to be one. As he stepped out of the alley way, he could hear the distant screams of people coming out of buildings at the wrong time, running into the wrong beast of the night. It was a symphony, screaming violins laced with the deep baritones of fear and dismay. The music of the night…
But at least the Ghoul would affectively accomplish the task. What noble minded hunter would let the innocent suffer such a horrid death, eh?