TIRED.
VolleyBall.
Zombie!
Enjoy X_X
"I don't know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that we're through
I just don't know what to do"
White Stripes
Chapter 8
Howard stumbled to the Nabootique after 5.
The thought of Mariella's nails digging into his arms as he held him down, rendering him helpless. Her voice in his head.
What do you care? I thought you didn't want to see him anymore?
He was shaking too much to fit the key into the lock. He reluctantly removed his hand from his puncture wound to force his other to still. Howard jerked the door open, momentarily forgetting about the bell. Its sound resonated throughout the shop. He froze. All remained quiet and still except for the sudden thump-thumps. They reminded him of a bass drum. Now there was another. And another. Three steady thumps. Adding to the mix was a dripping sound. The bathroom sink's leaky faucet.
That's strange.
A terrible pinching sensation hit the bite marks. He pushed his palm hard against it, trying to force the pain away. It throbbed but the flow of blood stopped not long ago. His collar was dry but stained beyond repair and his trousers were speckled with drops of it.
What a mess he was.
His eyelids drooped and his legs were heavy as he trudged up the stairs as silently and carefully as he could. He began to shed his clothes as he entered their room. He tucked the clothes under his mattress. He'd take care of those later, when Vince wasn't around. He passed Vince's bed on the way to the bathroom, glancing down at the blanket-clad body that was face down and snoring a little.
No, he thought. I could never leave him. Who am I trying to fool?
He smiled, fondly and entered the bathroom. While he closed the door, he was caught in his own reflection. He moved closer to the mirror with widened eyes. His skin was slightly paler then he remembered. And his eyes. His eyes were almost amber since he was young but now they're almost too dark to see the pupil.
His neck throbbed again.
He tilted his head back, expecting to see two red, swollen, jagged teeth marks about an inch apart. But instead he saw two almost-invisible dots. He ran a finger down the marks. Mariella's fangs flashed through his mind and he slivered in terror. He opened the door, turned off the light and crossed the room blindly till he found his bed. As he sat, Vince shifted onto his side and yawned.
"Alright, Howard?" He said, in a sleep-ridden voice. Howard jumped at the unannounced sound. "Good night, was it?" He yawned again.
Howard laughed a forced laugh. "Yeah, little man. Great. Um, G'night."
"G'night, 'Owad." Vince started snoring immediately afterward.
Howard got under the sheets and laid back. He knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep (this morning) so he just focused on the even breathing and steady thumps Vince was making until he fell into a state between sleep and consciousness...
Are all my chaps this short? Hm...Review for Contin