[April 18] [30 Days of Night] Promises That Must Be Broken
Title: Promises That Must Be Broken
Day/Theme: 18) these prizes are for living men
Series: 30 Days of Night (comic)
Character/Pairing: Eben
Rating: PG
She was still there, waiting for him to come back. She would let him back in even as he was. She might not even care, at first, that his skin had gone as cold and grey as dirty ice, that his eyes had no light in them except the red glow of hunger. She would take him back, her husband and her hero, put an extra layer of aluminum foil over their windows, and make arrangements to keep him fed. She would protect him from her own kind as he had protected her from what he had become. If he let her.
She was inside, pacing. He could hear her walk the path from the kitchen window, still boarded over, through their small house to the living room window. Under the unsteady rhythm of her footsteps, he could hear the fainter cadence of her pulse, and the whispered half-prayers, half-curses as she did her best not to cry. He could smell her, her body chemistry kicked into confusion by her emotional state. She was waiting for him to come back, and he couldn’t repress a faint smile that she was still armed, just in case he did.
It was tempting. He was so cold and empty and, he admitted, hungry. He could step into sight the next time she passed the window. If he called her name, told her it was done, she would lower the gun and let him in. He could go in when she opened the door. He could bury himself in her warmth, leech it away to fill up the cold, hungry emptiness. Maybe she could save him, bring him back to something more. More likely, he would drag her down with him. Maybe she loved him enough to follow him willingly into undeath, but he couldn’t imagine it and didn’t really want to. She had fought so hard against the other vampires, fought so hard to live, that he couldn’t see her letting that slip away just because she had loved him. Again, more likely, anything she felt for him would shrivel to loathing even if he managed not to kill her
He wouldn’t do that to her. He had saved her this time, and that would have to be enough. The sun would only be up for a little while before it set again, but it would be enough time to let a last stab of heat into his body. He didn’t know what would be left, if it would be anything she would recognize later, what she would think of his decision to stand and burn rather than creep into the shadows. She would go on, and he wouldn’t, and while that went against every promise they had made to each other, that was life, and death.
Day/Theme: 18) these prizes are for living men
Series: 30 Days of Night (comic)
Character/Pairing: Eben
Rating: PG
She was still there, waiting for him to come back. She would let him back in even as he was. She might not even care, at first, that his skin had gone as cold and grey as dirty ice, that his eyes had no light in them except the red glow of hunger. She would take him back, her husband and her hero, put an extra layer of aluminum foil over their windows, and make arrangements to keep him fed. She would protect him from her own kind as he had protected her from what he had become. If he let her.
She was inside, pacing. He could hear her walk the path from the kitchen window, still boarded over, through their small house to the living room window. Under the unsteady rhythm of her footsteps, he could hear the fainter cadence of her pulse, and the whispered half-prayers, half-curses as she did her best not to cry. He could smell her, her body chemistry kicked into confusion by her emotional state. She was waiting for him to come back, and he couldn’t repress a faint smile that she was still armed, just in case he did.
It was tempting. He was so cold and empty and, he admitted, hungry. He could step into sight the next time she passed the window. If he called her name, told her it was done, she would lower the gun and let him in. He could go in when she opened the door. He could bury himself in her warmth, leech it away to fill up the cold, hungry emptiness. Maybe she could save him, bring him back to something more. More likely, he would drag her down with him. Maybe she loved him enough to follow him willingly into undeath, but he couldn’t imagine it and didn’t really want to. She had fought so hard against the other vampires, fought so hard to live, that he couldn’t see her letting that slip away just because she had loved him. Again, more likely, anything she felt for him would shrivel to loathing even if he managed not to kill her
He wouldn’t do that to her. He had saved her this time, and that would have to be enough. The sun would only be up for a little while before it set again, but it would be enough time to let a last stab of heat into his body. He didn’t know what would be left, if it would be anything she would recognize later, what she would think of his decision to stand and burn rather than creep into the shadows. She would go on, and he wouldn’t, and while that went against every promise they had made to each other, that was life, and death.