Charloft Winter Bingo - Loss
For once, when Haylee woke up, Sy wasn’t perched on her bed or otherwise around or wrapping her in a sheet and just tossing her in the car because he had things to do and places to go and he couldn’t wait for her to wake up and come with him. It was actually a little confusing. A little confused, she actually got dressed and started to look for him.
She opened the door that served for his room. He had torn it apart and restructured it to suit his needs, but it still looked mostly like a bedroom, although he had taped up tinfoil over the windows to block out the sun during the day.
He was still in the bed, sleeping the sleep of the dead. He wasn’t breathing, but vampires don’t breathe, so that wasn’t a huge deal. “Sy?” she called out, but he didn’t move. Taking a chance, she actually walked further into the room, reaching over and shaking his arm. “Hey, wake up. Time to…actually I don’t know. You’re the one who comes up with shit for us to do. Get up.”
He didn’t move, though. Frankly, she had gotten to…dependant on him that she didn’t really know what to do with herself if he wasn’t getting up. He wasn’t dead. There was no ash. He was just…laying there.
She waited hours, then days, actually sleeping by him to see if he’d wake up. She’d never slept next to another person in her life and here she was, doing it with a corpse. What was supposed to be a living corpse, though. By day three, she figured that he wasn’t getting up, though. Someone had said something to her once about ‘torpor.’ When vampires go to sleep for a while. She didn’t think he was old enough for that, but here he was, not waking up and sleeping and not getting UP.
She wrapped in up in a sheet and slowly dragged him down to the basement. Even with her extra strength from her vampirism, it took her a while to do it. She then slowly dug in the earthen floor to dig a hole deep enough to put him in. She had to dig it with her hands because she didn’t own a shovel and she wasn’t going to go out and get one like a normal grave digger would. That would just be crazy. When the hole was sufficient to her, she pushed him inside, pushing the dirt back over him.
“This is what I get for finally trusting someone,” she said to no one in particular. “Never should have opened the door to you in the first place. I knew you’d just leave me. Everyone either fucks you over or leaves. Should have known better.”
The sun was almost up. The basement had no windows, so she laid down on the dirt and slept there. When it went down again and she woke up, she just got up and went to bed, still covered in dirt, pulling the blankets over her head and covering up. She wasn’t coming out again. Screw the world.
She opened the door that served for his room. He had torn it apart and restructured it to suit his needs, but it still looked mostly like a bedroom, although he had taped up tinfoil over the windows to block out the sun during the day.
He was still in the bed, sleeping the sleep of the dead. He wasn’t breathing, but vampires don’t breathe, so that wasn’t a huge deal. “Sy?” she called out, but he didn’t move. Taking a chance, she actually walked further into the room, reaching over and shaking his arm. “Hey, wake up. Time to…actually I don’t know. You’re the one who comes up with shit for us to do. Get up.”
He didn’t move, though. Frankly, she had gotten to…dependant on him that she didn’t really know what to do with herself if he wasn’t getting up. He wasn’t dead. There was no ash. He was just…laying there.
She waited hours, then days, actually sleeping by him to see if he’d wake up. She’d never slept next to another person in her life and here she was, doing it with a corpse. What was supposed to be a living corpse, though. By day three, she figured that he wasn’t getting up, though. Someone had said something to her once about ‘torpor.’ When vampires go to sleep for a while. She didn’t think he was old enough for that, but here he was, not waking up and sleeping and not getting UP.
She wrapped in up in a sheet and slowly dragged him down to the basement. Even with her extra strength from her vampirism, it took her a while to do it. She then slowly dug in the earthen floor to dig a hole deep enough to put him in. She had to dig it with her hands because she didn’t own a shovel and she wasn’t going to go out and get one like a normal grave digger would. That would just be crazy. When the hole was sufficient to her, she pushed him inside, pushing the dirt back over him.
“This is what I get for finally trusting someone,” she said to no one in particular. “Never should have opened the door to you in the first place. I knew you’d just leave me. Everyone either fucks you over or leaves. Should have known better.”
The sun was almost up. The basement had no windows, so she laid down on the dirt and slept there. When it went down again and she woke up, she just got up and went to bed, still covered in dirt, pulling the blankets over her head and covering up. She wasn’t coming out again. Screw the world.