This is just a taster, to see how people react. I'd like to say I have a plan as to where this is going, but if I am being totally honest, I thought up this scenario in a matter of seconds and decided to let my imagination run amok. If you would like to see more, then please review x
"I think I'm going to kill again."
Tom looked up from the steaming mug of hot chocolate currently warming his hands, and eyed the drenched and terrified man, eyes bulging from their sockets through lack of sleep and three cups of coffee. And fear.
"Don't be stupid. We've been over this–"
The vampire shook his head and moaned quietly into his dripping hand. Tom momentarily wondered whether it would be appropriate to comfort him, but decided against it and took a sip of his drink instead. While he was waiting for his friend to calm himself, Tom's eyes slid to the large window to his right, watching the rain travelling down the glass like tears. His fingers absent-mindedly traced the rivulets, his thoughts drifting away from the situation before him.
"God, I am so tired," Hal whispered, finally able to open his eyes and look at his friend. They had been sitting in the café for well over an hour now, and yet they still hadn't even begun to address the real issue. In some ways, he didn't mind. For too long he had sat in solitary confinement, petrified to even crack a window in case the smell of a human enticed him outside. He hadn't so much as seen another human being in months, and he was in need of even the smallest fragment of companionship to keep him from going completely insane.
He gazed hollowly at the space between their hands, the only sign that they had been apart at all. Everything felt so natural, as though they were still the closest of friends, and yet the torment he had suffered over the past nine months pressed heavily on his heart. Even seeing Tom again was enough to hitch the breath in his throat.
"How have you been?" Hal asked, if for no other reason than to end the tense silence. He hated the sudden awkwardness between them.
Tom sighed heavily and rested his head on the table, unsure how to answer. He knew that eventually they would have to talk properly, but for the time being, he preferred the fantasy that they were just two old friends meeting for a catch-up.
"I was wondering if you had seen Allison at all…?"
At this, Tom gave Hal a warning look and he immediately closed his mouth, realising he had touched a sore point.
"No," was the only answer Hal received, and the only answer he needed.
"Right. Me neither."
The silence returned, enveloping them both in an agonising grip which neither could escape from. The rain continued to hammer the pavement, the humans continued to rush to their warm, dry cars, and the two monsters continued to pretend that everything they once had was still theirs.