Post by Dom on Jun 16, 2010 20:31:28 GMT -5
Shit.
Hours ago, Dom had nearly been killed.
Or, more accurately, finally dead.
If Orca had caught him, or seen what he was... There was no telling what would have happened. Dom felt disgusting. He was a corpse. A corpse in fine condition, really, but still dead. And he smelled like a corpse, and there was no life in his skin, and he ate the flesh of the living to satisfy primal hunger that he couldn't explain...
Shit.
The sun set around 10:00 at night in the summer, so it was a while before Dom felt comfortable enough stepping out into the open. He had taken refuge in the Crypt of Slytherin, a place he knew to be occupied at night only by the dead and depressed students who wouldn't mind dying. Now, though, with the night sky full of stars he felt comfortable laying on top of a mausoleum wearing only a pair of thin cotton shorts.
He really needed to get back to Barcelona. Or just out of Spain all together. He would be safe in Norway, he thought, or Russia, but he didn't speak anything other than English and a small amount of Spanish and Italian. Of course, he had time to learn. As far as he knew, he had all the time in the world - it wasn't like he was going to die or anything.
Shit.
His mind wandered back to Orca. Damn, he missed that feeling. Freedom and love and shit like that. For over a year he had wandered Spain, eating people. He really wished he could have been left in the lake...
There was a rustle in the woods nearby. Dom tensed up. He wasn't really hungry, since he had eaten so well the night before, but another bite wouldn't hurt him... Only the person he ate.45
Hours ago, Dom had nearly been killed.
Or, more accurately, finally dead.
If Orca had caught him, or seen what he was... There was no telling what would have happened. Dom felt disgusting. He was a corpse. A corpse in fine condition, really, but still dead. And he smelled like a corpse, and there was no life in his skin, and he ate the flesh of the living to satisfy primal hunger that he couldn't explain...
Shit.
The sun set around 10:00 at night in the summer, so it was a while before Dom felt comfortable enough stepping out into the open. He had taken refuge in the Crypt of Slytherin, a place he knew to be occupied at night only by the dead and depressed students who wouldn't mind dying. Now, though, with the night sky full of stars he felt comfortable laying on top of a mausoleum wearing only a pair of thin cotton shorts.
He really needed to get back to Barcelona. Or just out of Spain all together. He would be safe in Norway, he thought, or Russia, but he didn't speak anything other than English and a small amount of Spanish and Italian. Of course, he had time to learn. As far as he knew, he had all the time in the world - it wasn't like he was going to die or anything.
Shit.
His mind wandered back to Orca. Damn, he missed that feeling. Freedom and love and shit like that. For over a year he had wandered Spain, eating people. He really wished he could have been left in the lake...
There was a rustle in the woods nearby. Dom tensed up. He wasn't really hungry, since he had eaten so well the night before, but another bite wouldn't hurt him... Only the person he ate.45