Disclaimer: No ownage of these boys over here.
Author's Note: So here's the third part... I'm going to try and give some backstory in the next chapter, depending on what the WoW is. 100 words on the dot, I think.
Warnings/Spoilers: Erm...none, I think. Although there are hints at something not so very good, which I'll try to elaborate on next chapter, if the WoW is compliant. Enjoy.
Sweatshirt
The cold swept through his clothes as he backed away slowly. However, contrary to expectations, he wasn't flung through the air.
He was tempted to use the salt, vaporise the bitch so that he'd have time to come up something but she was crying pitifully. Creepy as it was, he didn't have the heart to do that to her.
She started talking, words too quiet, too swift to be understood. When she calmed down, he understood them, felt sick. And a cold, nothing to do with the supernatural, crept through his sweatshirt, through his skin, chilling his bones far more completely.
To be continued...
