Post by damon on Sept 25, 2016 11:36:49 GMT -7
The storm thrashed on, rain pelting the overgrown garden of the nearly completely hidden house. A shadow shifted and slithered its way inside through a window left cracked open. There it gathered, taking solid form, with a stretch the being took on his most preferred form. With a still satisfied grin, he stepped out from the dark study into the well-lit house. It had been several weeks that they had been housing here, making it their own. Beaded curtains and bassy rock music, with all the colorful dancing lights, it was quite mesmerizing without being overwhelming.
He knew where his companion would be, the same place he nearly always was, yet they still could not unlock the secrets of their new toy. On his way down the hall, he swiped a bottle of amber liquid from a silver tray, not bothering with a glass took a swig before opening the door. And there she was, the wear showing clearly, yet she was unbroken. She fought at first, but as with all things, she became tired. Taking another swig he flicked the bag on the table, full of their own blood.
"Haven't fed her today, giving up or have you decided it's not working?" He looked to the other demon, waiting for some kind of response, "There's a new hunter in town. Her, the other female the Sons are fond of." He couldn't keep the bloodthirsty grin from splitting his face, "She is wrought with worry for this one. She will be delectable," he leaned down touching the still porcelain white flesh of their captive, "If you give me permission to take her of course." With a glance over his shoulder, he did his best to give the other a pleading eye. Truth be told, with being forced to stay low after capturing this prize he was starving, weak. He knew the other must be as well.
"And she is strong, we could share her," setting the bottle on the hard floor he crawled the short distance to the other, leaning over his lap, "It will shake them, having both of them taken, not being able to do anything about it."
He knew where his companion would be, the same place he nearly always was, yet they still could not unlock the secrets of their new toy. On his way down the hall, he swiped a bottle of amber liquid from a silver tray, not bothering with a glass took a swig before opening the door. And there she was, the wear showing clearly, yet she was unbroken. She fought at first, but as with all things, she became tired. Taking another swig he flicked the bag on the table, full of their own blood.
"Haven't fed her today, giving up or have you decided it's not working?" He looked to the other demon, waiting for some kind of response, "There's a new hunter in town. Her, the other female the Sons are fond of." He couldn't keep the bloodthirsty grin from splitting his face, "She is wrought with worry for this one. She will be delectable," he leaned down touching the still porcelain white flesh of their captive, "If you give me permission to take her of course." With a glance over his shoulder, he did his best to give the other a pleading eye. Truth be told, with being forced to stay low after capturing this prize he was starving, weak. He knew the other must be as well.
"And she is strong, we could share her," setting the bottle on the hard floor he crawled the short distance to the other, leaning over his lap, "It will shake them, having both of them taken, not being able to do anything about it."
I liiiiiiiiiive!
