February 12th, 2006

Bottles

Bill - His Cabin - Complete

Drowning the pain.
Sunday, February 12th - Late Evening




He'd started drinking shortly after dawn.

Long ago the full moon had brought him joy, Bill remembered that. Remembered laying next to Fleur on a blanket under the light of the moon, making love with only the stars to witness.

Never again.

He looked down at the empty bottle in his hand and then leaned over to set it on the table next to his recliner. The bottle landed poorly, bounced off several other empties and fell off the table. He heard it shatter on the hard wood floor.

Collapse )
Hand

The Watcher and Two Hogwarts Students ~ Forest to Quidditch Pitch ~ MA ~ Complete

What If This Whole Crusade's A Charade
And Behind It All There's A Price To Be Paid
For The Blood On Which We Dine
Justified In The Name Of The Holy And The Divine

Sunday, February 12th ~ Early Evening through Morning ~ Monday, February 13th



The voices are closer, human. Female - high pitched, nervous and exhilarated all at the same time. A boy - nervous, covering with bravado and trying to hold onto a timber rather than a squeak. He can smell them now, the teenage hormones - sweat and sex and musk, the fear of an illicit rendezvous, the fear of the forest. And underneath that, the scent of the forest, old death, new life.

A gruesome smile crosses his face as the pain begins, twisting, contorting - his screams rebound in the night and the birds flee their perches to fill the sky. As it abates, he can sense panicked movement, hushed crying voices and then the footfalls of desperate running. He raises his head and growls, the sound elicits a shriek of terror and as he rushes through the overgrown foliage at them.

Collapse )