No, not again. He sprinted threw the malnourished trees unknowing where to go. But all that mattered was to get away from him. Yes, he had done many things in his life that deserved time in prison. But this was his biggest. Nobody stole from the king. He would their neck. Literally.
Such a rebel. A fool. Unwise. But who wasn't, he often reassured to himself. Everybody but you, his conscious had often told him. But seldom did he listen. His bright, pale face was being cut and bruised every turn, but little did that matter. His clothes we're torn and worn out, revealing his ripped body. His long gold blond hair covered his built face, oily and sweaty as it may be. He could smell them, he sent huntsmen after him, professionals at that. Not some street rat. No, never a street rat.
Rest, sleep, blood, survival, that's all what clouded his mind. Has much as he wanted to refuse, he had to rest. Super strength can only go so far. Panting, Vladimir stopped and slopped against a tree. He ran a finger threw his greasy golden hair that fell down to his shoulder in little waves. Looking around, it was a decent spot. The trees were thinner and more spaced, and the ground was flat and not very rocky. Huntsmen would be looking in a place that supported life-for food. Or for a better word, thirst. Oh yes, a nice juicy, fat doe would hit the spot for poor vampire Vladimir. But no, thirst will have to wait. Bundling up with the little clothes he had left, Vladimir drifted off to sleep.
It was fairly cold night. Not bad for mid October. A certain two headed politician and a skeleton bickered about what to do about an upcoming Halloween.
"And you're telling me this now?"
"Well, yes, the brilliant things pop up in the strangest of times."
"But couldn't you have thought about that six months ago! Come on, Jack! You're being so…so," At this the skeleton and the official stopped their walk near the ghoulish fountain.
"So, what?" He asked, showing a little irritation.
"Nothing. Never mind." Responded the mayor quickly, not wanting to see Jack's angry side. That was the last thing a sane person would want to.
"No, you already brought it up, for the 20th time today!" He exclaimed.
"Alright, alright. Don't get your bones in a knot. Every since that Christmas incident you have gotten your strength and full attention back. But these couples of weeks, you've been, oh I dunno, distracted…"
The mayor confessed.
Jack blanched. For this past months he was had planned a little something "extra special" for Halloween, something that wasn't included in the plans. And a not a soul knew about it. He wanted to keep it in secrecy as much as possible, but it wasn't working out all that great. With a deep breath, and looking down, Jack decided to tell the mayor what's up.
"You're right. I'm sorry," Jack said, the mayor had switched to his worry side, preparing for the worse. Holding a bony finger to silence the worry man, he began to speak once again.
"I've know it's a little quick and out there, but I decided to propose to my dear Sally on Halloween. I've been worried about to wear, what I'm going to say, if I make a fool of myself, and what if she says no, and…" Jack rambled on about negative scenarios of his proposal, while the Mayor stood there dumb founded. Marriage? Jack? No way. He knew him for years. He never wanted to settle down and get married. Having a girlfriend is one thing, but this? What has that ragdoll done? Sure, she had the looks to make a sane man mad, and the intelligence of a goddess, but…
"Mayor?" Jack asked, obviously done with his ranting, "Are you okay? You think it's too soon..?"
The mayor was speechless, he didn't know what to say for his friend. Sure, he was happy for him. But, this would mean he would get distracted more and more, then he would plan less, and he couldn't prepare for Halloween. And without preparing for Halloween…the mayor shook his head, he didn't want to think about that.
"Mayor?" Jack asked again, in a more concerned tone.
"Jack?" A sweet voiced filled the air, making Jack's phantom heart skip a beat and put his famous skeleton grin to his face. Sally…
"Sally!" Jack turned around and embraced her with a hug, ignoring the mayor completely.
"Oh!" she remarked, giggling as he pulled back. "Good to see you, too." They looked into each other's eyes, (eye-sockets?) smiling in their own lovesick way, until the mayor interrupted the two love birds with a clear of the throat. "Um, I finished all the costumes for this year, and drew a book of all the finished and final costumes, you can add or delete anything you want, of course…" She said sweetly, modestly handing over the book of sketches.
"Oh, Sally, that's fantastic! Very brilliant and clever, babydoll. Thank you. Whatever shall I do with you, dearest?" He remarked, handing the book over to the mayor and placing his now free hand on her waist, pulling her closer. A dark rosy pink came across Sally's face and she put her hands on his chest, breathing in his natural pumpkin scent…Oh how she loved that.
"It wasn't much, honestly. But if you say so," she said with a smile, getting closer to him.
"Oh, but I do say so, very much." He leaned closer, their noses fairly inches apart.
"But you shouldn't, I don't deserve them." She playfully confessed, deleting a inch or two of their space.
"Hm..those lovely little doll hands of yours work so hard, though…" Now he moved her closer to him, their hips touching. They titled their heads a little for a kiss before Harry (the werewolf) whistled.
"That's one way to get some, eh, Jack?"