I?m cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
The motorcycle came racing up the drive, throwing gravel as it fishtailed to a halt. The figure lying supine on the porch, covered by a blanket, could be seen as he rushed forward, gun in hand-just in case.
You?re a little late, I?m already torn
?Cassie -- hey!? A hand patted at her cheek and she groaned, stirring a bit. Felt like she had cotton in her mouth and the mother of all hangovers. Strange, she didn?t remember drinking the night before.. It was also bloody cold. Eyes didn?t open yet, didn?t want to open yet.
Illusion never changed into something real
?Cassie? Jesus, what the f*** happened to you?? A quick check beneath the blanket, pale, naked flesh prickling with goose bumps in the cold. ?Shhhh?? She struggled to get to a sitting position, not entirely realizing she was out on her porch. ?Wha?timeizzit??
That?s what?s going on, nothings right, I?m torn
?Six fifteen.. Thursday evening.? Tucking the gun away finally as an arm came up to support her shoulders. ?Were you drunk?? She clutched at the blanket like it was a life line once she realized she was outside and naked. Both very good explanations for why she was so cold. ?No? Gods, Thursday evening?? Her mind was still obnoxiously fuzzy. Sort of like her thoughts were on dial up instead of high speed internet.
He showed me what it was to cry
?Let?s get you inside.? Helping her to her feet. ?Do you remember anything??? That scent.. He tilts his head, arches his neck a little towards her. Sniffing, very quietly? and then looking. She leans on him heavily, noticing aches and pains as she began to move. Definite stiffness from being out on the hard porch in the cold. Soreness where there shouldn?t have been. ?I was at Teas?n Tomes.. And I left.. I think someone was following me??
Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
?A creepy, singing person?? There?s an instinctive nuzzle of her throat, but he forces himself away before he can give into the curiously awakened desires? And he sees it. Leading her inside, he uses his key, shutting the door behind them. ?I don?t know.. I don?t remember.. I just heard the bell after I left, meaning someone else left..? Brow wrinkled in consternation as she wracked her brain, trying to remember. His odd behaviour went unnoticed, she was too disoriented, letting him lead her in, leaning on him and clutching the blanket around herself.
I don?t care, I have no luck, I don?t miss it all that much
?You were bitten.? His fangs are out, though he?s fighting it. She doesn?t notice anyway. ?I?m almost sure of it.? ?Whaat? By what??? Still working on a dial up brain. She always had nasty hangovers from drinking. A tranquilizer dart wouldn?t feel any better. Little shivers started wracking her body as they reached the inside and she seemed to realize how cold she was. ?Gods.. I need another blanket..? He grabbed a spare blanket off of the couch and settled his jacket around her as well. ?I think? by a vampire.? She wrapped blanket and jacket around herself before sinking down into the couch. ?I don?t remember..? Not disagreeing with him, just trying to bring the memories to surface. ?Is your neck sore?? Slipping off to the nearby kitchen to fix tea for her. A hand rubs at her neck absently. ?I?m sore all over.. I think I must?ve fallen.? Rubbing some more still, frowning. The tea would be wonderful to warm her body and brain up.
The motorcycle came racing up the drive, throwing gravel as it fishtailed to a halt. The figure lying supine on the porch, covered by a blanket, could be seen as he rushed forward, gun in hand-just in case.
You?re a little late, I?m already torn
?Cassie -- hey!? A hand patted at her cheek and she groaned, stirring a bit. Felt like she had cotton in her mouth and the mother of all hangovers. Strange, she didn?t remember drinking the night before.. It was also bloody cold. Eyes didn?t open yet, didn?t want to open yet.
Illusion never changed into something real
?Cassie? Jesus, what the f*** happened to you?? A quick check beneath the blanket, pale, naked flesh prickling with goose bumps in the cold. ?Shhhh?? She struggled to get to a sitting position, not entirely realizing she was out on her porch. ?Wha?timeizzit??
That?s what?s going on, nothings right, I?m torn
?Six fifteen.. Thursday evening.? Tucking the gun away finally as an arm came up to support her shoulders. ?Were you drunk?? She clutched at the blanket like it was a life line once she realized she was outside and naked. Both very good explanations for why she was so cold. ?No? Gods, Thursday evening?? Her mind was still obnoxiously fuzzy. Sort of like her thoughts were on dial up instead of high speed internet.
He showed me what it was to cry
?Let?s get you inside.? Helping her to her feet. ?Do you remember anything??? That scent.. He tilts his head, arches his neck a little towards her. Sniffing, very quietly? and then looking. She leans on him heavily, noticing aches and pains as she began to move. Definite stiffness from being out on the hard porch in the cold. Soreness where there shouldn?t have been. ?I was at Teas?n Tomes.. And I left.. I think someone was following me??
Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
?A creepy, singing person?? There?s an instinctive nuzzle of her throat, but he forces himself away before he can give into the curiously awakened desires? And he sees it. Leading her inside, he uses his key, shutting the door behind them. ?I don?t know.. I don?t remember.. I just heard the bell after I left, meaning someone else left..? Brow wrinkled in consternation as she wracked her brain, trying to remember. His odd behaviour went unnoticed, she was too disoriented, letting him lead her in, leaning on him and clutching the blanket around herself.
I don?t care, I have no luck, I don?t miss it all that much
?You were bitten.? His fangs are out, though he?s fighting it. She doesn?t notice anyway. ?I?m almost sure of it.? ?Whaat? By what??? Still working on a dial up brain. She always had nasty hangovers from drinking. A tranquilizer dart wouldn?t feel any better. Little shivers started wracking her body as they reached the inside and she seemed to realize how cold she was. ?Gods.. I need another blanket..? He grabbed a spare blanket off of the couch and settled his jacket around her as well. ?I think? by a vampire.? She wrapped blanket and jacket around herself before sinking down into the couch. ?I don?t remember..? Not disagreeing with him, just trying to bring the memories to surface. ?Is your neck sore?? Slipping off to the nearby kitchen to fix tea for her. A hand rubs at her neck absently. ?I?m sore all over.. I think I must?ve fallen.? Rubbing some more still, frowning. The tea would be wonderful to warm her body and brain up.