[Original: Drabble] "Humanity" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Humanity
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 september mini table of doom
Book Title Used: Being Human (Star Trek, New Frontier #12, by Peter David)
Word Count: 311
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke is still human.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Humanity
It wasn’t polite to discuss a person’s supernatural condition.
Howell had known, before he’d become my training officer, let alone my partner. And our unit captain knew, as someone privy to every officer’s medical records. I figured that the longer I was with the same precinct, the more of my fellow cops would be let in on the information that I was a vampire, but otherwise, I didn’t much consider how many people knew exactly what I was.
Honestly, it didn’t come up much. On the baseline, vampires weren’t different enough for me to have any specific skills or abilities- I drank animal blood, not human, and I couldn’t teleport in a puff of smoke, or turn into a bat, or anything useful. Most of the time, it was Howell’s lycanthropy that was even hinted at, and only as the reason he was old enough to remember Grover Cleveland’s inaugural address.
Which was why I hadn’t given it a second thought, when after pulling the new transfer officer, Beckman, from the half-collapsed apartment lobby as a group of firemen went rushing past us, I pushed him to sit on the curb across the street and pressed my handkerchief against his bloody nose.
He went, dazedly, but after a long moment, his eyes snapped open. “Get away from me, bloodsucker!” he snapped, and I was too shocked to react as he shoved me away and got unsteadily to his feet.
“Jones!” called Howell, close enough that I knew he’d heard.
“I’m okay, sir,” I managed, as he caught my arm and helped me up. “I’m okay.”
“The fire department is taking over the scene,” he said. “I’m taking you home.”
I wasn’t sure if he meant his house or my apartment, but I knew he’d never let me get out of taking about it… and I found myself oddly grateful.
“Thanks, sir.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 september mini table of doom
Book Title Used: Being Human (Star Trek, New Frontier #12, by Peter David)
Word Count: 311
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke is still human.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Humanity
It wasn’t polite to discuss a person’s supernatural condition.
Howell had known, before he’d become my training officer, let alone my partner. And our unit captain knew, as someone privy to every officer’s medical records. I figured that the longer I was with the same precinct, the more of my fellow cops would be let in on the information that I was a vampire, but otherwise, I didn’t much consider how many people knew exactly what I was.
Honestly, it didn’t come up much. On the baseline, vampires weren’t different enough for me to have any specific skills or abilities- I drank animal blood, not human, and I couldn’t teleport in a puff of smoke, or turn into a bat, or anything useful. Most of the time, it was Howell’s lycanthropy that was even hinted at, and only as the reason he was old enough to remember Grover Cleveland’s inaugural address.
Which was why I hadn’t given it a second thought, when after pulling the new transfer officer, Beckman, from the half-collapsed apartment lobby as a group of firemen went rushing past us, I pushed him to sit on the curb across the street and pressed my handkerchief against his bloody nose.
He went, dazedly, but after a long moment, his eyes snapped open. “Get away from me, bloodsucker!” he snapped, and I was too shocked to react as he shoved me away and got unsteadily to his feet.
“Jones!” called Howell, close enough that I knew he’d heard.
“I’m okay, sir,” I managed, as he caught my arm and helped me up. “I’m okay.”
“The fire department is taking over the scene,” he said. “I’m taking you home.”
I wasn’t sure if he meant his house or my apartment, but I knew he’d never let me get out of taking about it… and I found myself oddly grateful.
“Thanks, sir.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold