Post by Urik on Mar 1, 2009 9:00:02 GMT -8
There was that fire that he enjoyed seeing in her again. She was struggling and any thoughts he had previously about just killing her there and then were lost. The hand that pushed against his face was a minor annoyance and quickly he moved to clasp the hand between his teeth. If she hadn't noticed his fangs before she would definitely notice them now. Completely ignoring the hand that dug into his flesh, but did not break passed the skin, he just continued to carry her. "I could always toss you on the tracks with her. I'm sure a little more blood on the tracks wouldn't matter much."
She could struggle all she wanted and it would matter little to him. He could probably carry a raging cheetah with just as little effort. Carrying her up the stairwell out of the confines of the subway, Urik muttered a swear under to himself. It would be daybreak soon enough and it was unlike him to truly lose track of time as he had then. Although nothing about this night, after he left the party, had been normal for him. Well, as normal as things could get for a psychopathic serial killing vampire.
The oddest thing about the night would honestly have to be that she was still alive. This small woman in his arms of whos name he had still not acquired knowledge of. Just as alarming was that he was going to keep her. I never considered myself to be the pet type, but I suppose it's fine. She isn't a Chihuahua, which is splendid. Her shuddered at the thought; wretched things.
His car was not parked too far away and he simply strolled along as though a man carrying a teenage girl around was a normal, everyday, occurrence. Hazel eyes glanced to and fro as he searched for the sleek black mustang. It did not take long for him to find it. Standing out like a sore thumb amongst the array of foreign plastic automobiles. Just because he wasn't American did not mean he could not indulge in their cars, as lovely as they were. His biggest turn on for the car was probably the trunk space.
Opening the passenger side door, he would place her in the seat, somewhat roughly. "Stay put. You know I can catch you and if you try to run you will be enjoying the ride from the trunk of the car instead. Now put your seat belt on."
Closing the door behind her, the soft taps of his professionally tailored shoes made their way to the drivers side. Popping the door open, he'd ease himself in effortlessly. That was another thing he enjoyed about these cars; the head space. "Let's go home, shall we." With that said he turned on the engine, the distinctive roaring bringing a smile to his lips.
She could struggle all she wanted and it would matter little to him. He could probably carry a raging cheetah with just as little effort. Carrying her up the stairwell out of the confines of the subway, Urik muttered a swear under to himself. It would be daybreak soon enough and it was unlike him to truly lose track of time as he had then. Although nothing about this night, after he left the party, had been normal for him. Well, as normal as things could get for a psychopathic serial killing vampire.
The oddest thing about the night would honestly have to be that she was still alive. This small woman in his arms of whos name he had still not acquired knowledge of. Just as alarming was that he was going to keep her. I never considered myself to be the pet type, but I suppose it's fine. She isn't a Chihuahua, which is splendid. Her shuddered at the thought; wretched things.
His car was not parked too far away and he simply strolled along as though a man carrying a teenage girl around was a normal, everyday, occurrence. Hazel eyes glanced to and fro as he searched for the sleek black mustang. It did not take long for him to find it. Standing out like a sore thumb amongst the array of foreign plastic automobiles. Just because he wasn't American did not mean he could not indulge in their cars, as lovely as they were. His biggest turn on for the car was probably the trunk space.
Opening the passenger side door, he would place her in the seat, somewhat roughly. "Stay put. You know I can catch you and if you try to run you will be enjoying the ride from the trunk of the car instead. Now put your seat belt on."
Closing the door behind her, the soft taps of his professionally tailored shoes made their way to the drivers side. Popping the door open, he'd ease himself in effortlessly. That was another thing he enjoyed about these cars; the head space. "Let's go home, shall we." With that said he turned on the engine, the distinctive roaring bringing a smile to his lips.