100 word Drabbles #15, #16 and #17
To Faith slaying had always been exhilarating, but at certain times of the year it was different. Winter was always the busiest time; it seemed that all the big bads liked to play out in the cold. In spring it was all fresh and new, summer was free and easy. Then in fall it was a constant thing, fledglings popping up all over the place but they never got very far. She loved the way the leaves crunched as they landed hard against the floor; it was a lot like the sound of bones cracking, under a well aimed fist.
When you’re a little kid, you always wonder what it’s like to fly. To feel that weightlessness, the wind beneath your wings; but before you know it, you realise that you’ll never fly. That if you jump out of that window you’ll hit the floor hard, and that makes you wonder what it‘d be like to experience that much pain. Now thankfully though you don’t have to worry about that, because you know that you’ll be gone as soon as you hit the portal, and the floor will just be left with a dead empty shell, like everybody else.
When Angels fall, aren’t they usually condemned to damnation? And yet as she is held in his arms and they fall to the floor together. All he can feel is strength and hope coursing through his veins, from her blood. She has given him life once more, the poison quickly seeping away. What he doesn’t realise is the damnation in disguise, because he hasn’t fed on human blood in so long, has forgotten the hunger that it builds, the way he’ll crave and long for it. In a couple of days he’ll be willing to die for just another taste.
When you’re a little kid, you always wonder what it’s like to fly. To feel that weightlessness, the wind beneath your wings; but before you know it, you realise that you’ll never fly. That if you jump out of that window you’ll hit the floor hard, and that makes you wonder what it‘d be like to experience that much pain. Now thankfully though you don’t have to worry about that, because you know that you’ll be gone as soon as you hit the portal, and the floor will just be left with a dead empty shell, like everybody else.
When Angels fall, aren’t they usually condemned to damnation? And yet as she is held in his arms and they fall to the floor together. All he can feel is strength and hope coursing through his veins, from her blood. She has given him life once more, the poison quickly seeping away. What he doesn’t realise is the damnation in disguise, because he hasn’t fed on human blood in so long, has forgotten the hunger that it builds, the way he’ll crave and long for it. In a couple of days he’ll be willing to die for just another taste.