The word this week is Growl. What a lovely word! I was inspired by having met Ty Olsson at Asylum 10 this weekend to try and write Benny. Hope it does him justice as he was adorable. It's a double drabble so 200 words.
It's a feral sound, almost a growl that rumbles low and threatening in his heaving chest.
His accompanying stance speaks of his desire to protect. He's bent low, his strong arm drawing the fallen hunter close to him as the predators snarl at the periphery of his reach.
He knows Dean's wound is bleeding heavily but he daren't turn his gaze from their stalkers to assess the damage. Their lust for human blood is making them bold and reckless, enticing them closer in the cloaking darkness.
He tightens his grip, pulling the trembling man against him.
"Brother...Please, we have to move..."
The vampire's voice is soft yet it betrays his tension and Dean's eyes flutter open as he stirs weakly.
"B...nny?"
His voice is full of confusion and pain.
"I'm here...lean on me, we gotta go man."
Benny presses his free hand to the hunter's side as he hauls him to his feet, the blood too warm and wet against his dirty fingers as he tries to staunch the tide.
Dean gasps, his hiccuping breath betraying his agony, but he digs deep and stays on his feet as the vampire carves a crimson swathe through Purgatory's minions.
Hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading.