Silver bell fell, flattened and almost unrecognizable, to the floor. Simon stood in the doorway " framed " caught in a moment of laughter despite melted and bubbled face and the half-torn off mustache. "I win."
Rage and Hunger leapt, overwhelming; she could feel muscles and bone twisting, trying to shift, claws pulling out while she launched at the door. Impact. Solid wood on her shoulder, with the crack she could feel inflicted on her collarbone. It would heal. Hunger pulsed in tidal surges, ice-trail from her throat to meet heated Rage. Collision. "You lose."
Claws rippling through a surface more mud than flesh. Paint welling out like blood. Laughter while gloved hands held her tight against his chest. Screams in the laughter that didn't stop when she ripped out his mustache. Melting and the look on his face. Swirl of colors and stench of oil paint into the cobblestones while Rage and Hunger screamed for more.
Sweet copper tang. Flat, reflective green eyes blinked and looked at the paint on the cobbles. Crimson " blood. Ecstasy and Hunger swept up. "I win." Boy's voice, woman's voice " her voice - not her voice. Face more animal than human bent to the cobbles and inhaled, and then tasted "
VeeJay shrieked, her body trying to convulse away from the nightmare while yellow-green eyes flew open blindly. Sheets wrapped and tangled in sleeping battle caught her and she landed in a sprawl half-on and half-off the bed. The impact was enough to jar her to awareness. Blinking, she stared up at the white ceiling, trying to slow her shuddering breaths, her racing heart, while cold sweat dried unheeded.
Finally, finally she rolled the rest of the way from the bed, landing with a thump on the ground. Sheets kicked aside, she stood and ran her hands into tangled curls, tugging on them. Music " she crossed the room with near-desperation, flipped on the radio. She'd left it on the Leg Warmers program, her favorite eighties music blaring away until she'd tried to find sleep. What came out now" Was nothing remotely close; it was nothing like the programming she'd heard from the radio station before.
Nightwish, the song "10th Man Down". Vidya's knees bent; she sank to the floor and stared at her radio with yellow-green eyes fixed on the dial. The radio kept playing while she stood again, while she walked into the large bathroom that had been such a selling point of the brownstone apartment. The radio had moved on while Vidya still heard the lyrics echoing in her mind.
"Cut me free, Bleed with me, Oh no One by one, we will fall, down, down Pull the plug, End the pain, Run'n fight for life Hold on tight, this ain't my fight"
Hot water splashed and gurgled into the tub while VeeJay sat on the edge. Orange-scented bubble bath met the stream from the faucet and foamed up white while the water turned a clear turquoise blue and then vanished beneath a layer of bubbles.
"Deliver me from this war It's not for me it's because of you Devil's instant my eternity Obey to kill to save yourself?
Steam swirled when Vidya slid into the tub, and then further, beneath the surface of water hot enough to scald. Yellow-green eyes blinked and looked up through distorting turquoise at a shield of white.
Not enough bubbles in the world.
Rage and Hunger leapt, overwhelming; she could feel muscles and bone twisting, trying to shift, claws pulling out while she launched at the door. Impact. Solid wood on her shoulder, with the crack she could feel inflicted on her collarbone. It would heal. Hunger pulsed in tidal surges, ice-trail from her throat to meet heated Rage. Collision. "You lose."
Claws rippling through a surface more mud than flesh. Paint welling out like blood. Laughter while gloved hands held her tight against his chest. Screams in the laughter that didn't stop when she ripped out his mustache. Melting and the look on his face. Swirl of colors and stench of oil paint into the cobblestones while Rage and Hunger screamed for more.
Sweet copper tang. Flat, reflective green eyes blinked and looked at the paint on the cobbles. Crimson " blood. Ecstasy and Hunger swept up. "I win." Boy's voice, woman's voice " her voice - not her voice. Face more animal than human bent to the cobbles and inhaled, and then tasted "
VeeJay shrieked, her body trying to convulse away from the nightmare while yellow-green eyes flew open blindly. Sheets wrapped and tangled in sleeping battle caught her and she landed in a sprawl half-on and half-off the bed. The impact was enough to jar her to awareness. Blinking, she stared up at the white ceiling, trying to slow her shuddering breaths, her racing heart, while cold sweat dried unheeded.
Finally, finally she rolled the rest of the way from the bed, landing with a thump on the ground. Sheets kicked aside, she stood and ran her hands into tangled curls, tugging on them. Music " she crossed the room with near-desperation, flipped on the radio. She'd left it on the Leg Warmers program, her favorite eighties music blaring away until she'd tried to find sleep. What came out now" Was nothing remotely close; it was nothing like the programming she'd heard from the radio station before.
Nightwish, the song "10th Man Down". Vidya's knees bent; she sank to the floor and stared at her radio with yellow-green eyes fixed on the dial. The radio kept playing while she stood again, while she walked into the large bathroom that had been such a selling point of the brownstone apartment. The radio had moved on while Vidya still heard the lyrics echoing in her mind.
"Cut me free, Bleed with me, Oh no One by one, we will fall, down, down Pull the plug, End the pain, Run'n fight for life Hold on tight, this ain't my fight"
Hot water splashed and gurgled into the tub while VeeJay sat on the edge. Orange-scented bubble bath met the stream from the faucet and foamed up white while the water turned a clear turquoise blue and then vanished beneath a layer of bubbles.
"Deliver me from this war It's not for me it's because of you Devil's instant my eternity Obey to kill to save yourself?
Steam swirled when Vidya slid into the tub, and then further, beneath the surface of water hot enough to scald. Yellow-green eyes blinked and looked up through distorting turquoise at a shield of white.
Not enough bubbles in the world.