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A Chapter of HudsonHudson stretched after finishing his third drink, talking to Damascus about the recent developments in his life, the way sons sometimes conversed with their fathers. It was a game of catch up, and Damascus enjoyed it because he could watch 'Richard's' face. For Hudson was Richard, and yet they were nothing alike. Born of Richard's mind and power, Hudson was a will all of his own, and certainly not someone to be trifled with.
He was daunting and oppressive, cunning and cruel. And he took great pride in his creator. Stalking Richard was one of his favorite hobbies. It was a time to observe, admire, and even to protect. Though he traveled often on his own, seeing sights and making tracks for himself, it was to Richard that Hudson would always return. For darkness was always drawn to light, and to Hudson, Richard was as bright as the sun.
"You have your mother's eyes, Richard," Damascus smiled, reaching
A Chapter of DamascusThe bar where Damascus stood was filled with humans, though of course he wasn't having his private conversations out in the open. Pocketing his cell phone, he headed down the deserted back-exit hallway, pleased that this time around there had been no one was loitering for 'make-out lane.' He headed out to the place where the walking snacks were dancing about, and just as he reached the edge of seclusion, he straightened. His warm smile froze into an immaculate mask of harsh superiority.
People stared, women and men alike, and he ignored them all, raising one finger to the bartender that knew him well enough by now to get his drink. It was placed in front of him, and he picked it up with slender fingers, bright green eyes looking out into the crowd. A young woman blushed when she met his gaze, but he stared straight through her with disinterest, letting her know that she was far beneath him. No human was good enough for h
A Chapter of EvanEnnis appeared snickering, running his fingers back through his hair before his bright green eyes met those of his brother, the slightly smaller vampire having sharp, defined features, and platinum blond hair. He looked absolutely beautiful, and at the same time absolutely cold. He smirked at Ennis as he poured two cups of tea. "I don't really like tea, Ev, you know that," Ennis said as he sat down. He snatched up a pastry from the little tier tray at the center of the table and popped it into his mouth as Evan pushed the tea in his direction. "I made this batch just for you, Brother. You'll like it." Taking a sip of appraisal, Ennis grinned and made a noise of delight. Swallowing joyfully, he took another pastry and devoured it.
"Father dearest is running awfully late today. . ." Ennis said as he looked at the clock on the wall; the hour was ten past one, and their date had been scheduled promptly for Midnight.
A Chapter of EnnisA chuckle slipped past smiling lips, and the vampire stepped out of a stone wall to greet the Priest, walking along beside him. "Another inductee to the Order of Fellsi?," asked the man in an amused tone. A look was not given to the athletic ginger. "That makes three this week already, Feliks. My cousin must be getting frustrated without a man inside her." The ginger made a narrow escape from the werewolf's punch, and a crater was placed into the wall behind him. Feliks growled low and dangerous, turning his head to where the vampire had teleported. "You know I'm not talking bad about her... Damn stupid dog. If you're so sick of Ellsi fucking other guys, why don't you just go push her down already? I'm sure she'd love it. And I KNOW you would. How long has it been since you've had sex now, Feliks? Could it be ever since you've been busy with that American pup?"
Feliks didn't respond to th
An Introduction to FeliksDark alleys and deserted spaces were more than common in Europe.. Even in such a heavily populated land, when the Priest desired solitude, he forced it into being.. It was that seclusion which allowed him to work.
The latest Victim walked away from the bar of Lore, glancing around a normally busy district that was now somehow ominously deserted. Dogs barked in the distance, and the yowl of a cat bounced to echo on the sides of buildings. Even now on what should be a warm summer night, the air seemed chill to the man's skin, and goosebumps rose up with the little hairs on his arms and the back of his neck. It was as he walked around a corner that he admitted that something felt off. Perhaps he should return to the bar. . .
Desiring just that end, the Victim spun on his heels, briskly rounding the corner in the direction from which he'd come. Glancing behind himself to check that no one was watching him, despite
Wind whipped fiercely against the snow covered branches of trees, knocking piles of fluffy white to the ground. In the still moments, the ice seemed to shine under the full moon, a field of twinkling diamond surrounded by dark and eerie woods. A howl stretched up towards the sky, expanding and giving its message to the night. A figure bounded forward, feet thundering against the hard earth.
With heavy breaths and a lolling pink tongue, the wolf-man slowed. He had run for so long already and was now weary of the chase. Though his humanoid form was covered by fur and thus protected from the elements, he desired to be out of the biting cold and somewhere warm instead. The sound of bubbling reached his ears, causing them to twitch towards the distant, yet constant noise.
With a destination in mind, the furred beast pressed onward, crossing through forest and field until he saw it. There in front of him was a cabin
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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