Surely Someday: Story One, Part 2: Here
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walkwithheroesAuthor: Nichole
Challenge: Angel Food: 2. false idols; Cranberry: 10. The Hermit
Extra: Malt: birthday gift from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
smoothiegarten - "You know, this isn't nearly as bad as it looks." (Doctor Who) (Or in this case sounds.)
Topping: none
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,170
Story Title: Set 1, Story One: Here (Part Two)
Story: Surely Someday
Summary: Warren and Maggie dream, while Andrews tries to clean up Simon's mini mess. But, whose that following Simon?
Author's Note: This is a new series that I've started working on. All information can be found in the link above. A special thank you to the lovelyisanah. :) I'm so happy with where this story is going, so I hope you guys enjoy it!
London, 1880
The small boy felt rather happy; the cushioned sofa was comfortable and his drink was warm in his hands. He watched the woman closely, as she moved about her small apartment, restlessly, pacing and muttering to herself.
“Miss?” His voice was much too frightened, though he wasn’t quite sure why. He felt perfectly calm, but there was something in the woman’s eyes that scared him. “Are. . .”
“You’re special.” The woman turned her full attention to the boy, smiling. “You’re so very special, do you know that?”
Wordlessly, the boy nodded. He cupped his drink tighter, before forcing a smile.
“James, do not go out on New Year’s. 1905 is the year you should stay inside.”
The woman sat beside the young boy. “Do you understand?”
The boy simply nodded.
“Good. You’re such a good boy, James Warren.”
2012
Warren awoke with a start; again, that same old memory had turned itself into a dream, a dream that continued to haunt him. If only he had listened that that mysterious woman. If only he had done a lot of things. Sighing inwardly, Warren rolled over and glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand. It was already two in the afternoon – had he really slept so long? He barely even remembered falling asleep.
Rolling over the other way, he found himself face to face with a rather dead and extremely bloody young red headed woman. Brilliant. He couldn’t even remember taking this one home. It really was time to pay a visit to the one person he knew could help him – his mystery woman.
*
“I have to go.” Simon announced his voice more of a growl than anything. With a hard look at Andrews, he flopped down into his chair. “I’m growling. I don’t want to, it’s just happening. And, just now, in the toilets – I wanted to eat a woman.” He paused. “And have sex with her. I’m not even sure which one I want to do first. I need to get out of here. The walls are closing in.” As if to prove his point, Simon began to tug on his work shirt’s collar.
“You want to eat a woman, and then sleep with her corpse?”
“Or sleep with her and then eat her -” Simon clarified, feeling slightly insulted. “I’m not a total crazy.”
“No,” Andrews began calmly, “but you are a werewolf.”
“The Big Bad Wolf’s gone. That was last night - and yet the feelings linger.” Simon awkwardly cleared his throat. “I should take the rest of the day off.”
“And do what, exactly? Go home, alone, with our Maggie just hanging around the house.”
“I’m not going to hurt her. I can’t even hurt her. Besides, I haven’t felt the urge to eat her in years.” Running a hand through his thick brown hair, Simon sighed deeply. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” Simon cleared his throat awkwardly. “I like her. I wouldn’t touch her. And, if I did – you’d kill me and dump me in a river.” stiffly Simon chuckled. “I think we both know she could take me.”
From his chair, Andrews narrowed his eyes on Simon. He liked Simon, he really did. But, if the young man was having fantasies about eating Maggie, then…
Andrews shook his head warily. “You’re going to take the rest of the afternoon off, Simon. You’re going to find a place that serves steak and you’re going to eat it. Then,” he took a deep breath, almost afraid to go on. “you’re going to find a nice girl and sleep with her. You need to get the urges out now, before you hurt yourself or someone else.”
“Andrews -”
“Do as I say, and we’ll all stay safe.”
*
Scotland, 1718
She wondered how the cement floor got so damp. There were no windows or doors to allow water or sunlight into her cement cage; it was just a simple square. Her hands stayed pressed against the damp floor, as her brain tried to understand the meaning of the dampness.
Damp. Wet. Moist. Clammy. Humid.
Those were the words that entered her head, but they held no real meanings to her. Not anymore. Without thinking, her mouth opened, allowing a blood curdling scream to be released.
*
2012
She sat perfectly still on the sofa, her eyes staring blankly ahead. Her mind had wandered off again, and now all that was left was her body of flesh and bones. Slowly her eyes grew with fear; slowly her mouth opened to allow a blood curdling scream to escape.
*
Andrews could hear screaming coming from inside the graduate psychology office. He knocked once before entering. Andrews found the office empty of the usual hustle and bustle, instead a lone girl sat at a desk, watching what appeared to be a horror film of some kind. Looking the woman over, Andrews supposed she was Simon’s type: petite with dark orbs and beautiful silky hair. She had an air about her that let Andrews know she was intelligent and witty.
“If one of the other janitors scared you earlier, in maybe, the toilets - I’m sorry for my friend’s temperament.” Andrews stated in his most business-like manner. “He has some . . . voice issues.”
Smiling awkwardly, the woman nodded. “I. . .it’s all forgotten.” She cleared her throat. “I’m Henry Harker.”
“Andrews.” He nodded politely. “See you around, Ms. Henry Harker.” Softly Andrews closed the door. He didn’t hear the horror movie as he walked away.
*
There was a nip in the air that made Simon really regret not bringing a coat with him. The other big regret of the night was that he had snapped in the restaurant. But, it wasn’t as if it were his fault. They were the ones that had stared at him as he had torn his steak apart. It wasn’t his fault that some of the blood lust had remained from the night before. And, it really wasn’t their place to judge.
And-
“Oh look, it’s a puppy. Been a while since I’ve seen one of ‘em.” An accented voice said somewhere behind Simon.
Before Simon could even turn around or come up with a snappy come back, he felt himself being pushed into an alleyway. Barely registering that, Simon felt the fists and feet on his back and stomach. A moment later, he was down on the ground, trying to cover his head, when he heard the laughter.
“What’s the matter, Dog? Can’t take it?” A new voice laughed manically. “Come on, Doggy – fight back. It’s no fun killing you, if you don’t fight back.”
Simon felt a growl rising in his throat, but he couldn’t move. He could smell what these men really were, and what the men were, well, that scared some primitive part of him that Simon had previously been unaware lived in him. All Simon could manage to do was shield his head from their blows.
Challenge: Angel Food: 2. false idols; Cranberry: 10. The Hermit
Extra: Malt: birthday gift from
smoothiegarten - "You know, this isn't nearly as bad as it looks." (Doctor Who) (Or in this case sounds.)Topping: none
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,170
Story Title: Set 1, Story One: Here (Part Two)
Story: Surely Someday
Summary: Warren and Maggie dream, while Andrews tries to clean up Simon's mini mess. But, whose that following Simon?
Author's Note: This is a new series that I've started working on. All information can be found in the link above. A special thank you to the lovely
isanah. :) I'm so happy with where this story is going, so I hope you guys enjoy it!London, 1880
The small boy felt rather happy; the cushioned sofa was comfortable and his drink was warm in his hands. He watched the woman closely, as she moved about her small apartment, restlessly, pacing and muttering to herself.
“Miss?” His voice was much too frightened, though he wasn’t quite sure why. He felt perfectly calm, but there was something in the woman’s eyes that scared him. “Are. . .”
“You’re special.” The woman turned her full attention to the boy, smiling. “You’re so very special, do you know that?”
Wordlessly, the boy nodded. He cupped his drink tighter, before forcing a smile.
“James, do not go out on New Year’s. 1905 is the year you should stay inside.”
The woman sat beside the young boy. “Do you understand?”
The boy simply nodded.
“Good. You’re such a good boy, James Warren.”
2012
Warren awoke with a start; again, that same old memory had turned itself into a dream, a dream that continued to haunt him. If only he had listened that that mysterious woman. If only he had done a lot of things. Sighing inwardly, Warren rolled over and glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand. It was already two in the afternoon – had he really slept so long? He barely even remembered falling asleep.
Rolling over the other way, he found himself face to face with a rather dead and extremely bloody young red headed woman. Brilliant. He couldn’t even remember taking this one home. It really was time to pay a visit to the one person he knew could help him – his mystery woman.
*
“I have to go.” Simon announced his voice more of a growl than anything. With a hard look at Andrews, he flopped down into his chair. “I’m growling. I don’t want to, it’s just happening. And, just now, in the toilets – I wanted to eat a woman.” He paused. “And have sex with her. I’m not even sure which one I want to do first. I need to get out of here. The walls are closing in.” As if to prove his point, Simon began to tug on his work shirt’s collar.
“You want to eat a woman, and then sleep with her corpse?”
“Or sleep with her and then eat her -” Simon clarified, feeling slightly insulted. “I’m not a total crazy.”
“No,” Andrews began calmly, “but you are a werewolf.”
“The Big Bad Wolf’s gone. That was last night - and yet the feelings linger.” Simon awkwardly cleared his throat. “I should take the rest of the day off.”
“And do what, exactly? Go home, alone, with our Maggie just hanging around the house.”
“I’m not going to hurt her. I can’t even hurt her. Besides, I haven’t felt the urge to eat her in years.” Running a hand through his thick brown hair, Simon sighed deeply. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” Simon cleared his throat awkwardly. “I like her. I wouldn’t touch her. And, if I did – you’d kill me and dump me in a river.” stiffly Simon chuckled. “I think we both know she could take me.”
From his chair, Andrews narrowed his eyes on Simon. He liked Simon, he really did. But, if the young man was having fantasies about eating Maggie, then…
Andrews shook his head warily. “You’re going to take the rest of the afternoon off, Simon. You’re going to find a place that serves steak and you’re going to eat it. Then,” he took a deep breath, almost afraid to go on. “you’re going to find a nice girl and sleep with her. You need to get the urges out now, before you hurt yourself or someone else.”
“Andrews -”
“Do as I say, and we’ll all stay safe.”
*
Scotland, 1718
She wondered how the cement floor got so damp. There were no windows or doors to allow water or sunlight into her cement cage; it was just a simple square. Her hands stayed pressed against the damp floor, as her brain tried to understand the meaning of the dampness.
Damp. Wet. Moist. Clammy. Humid.
Those were the words that entered her head, but they held no real meanings to her. Not anymore. Without thinking, her mouth opened, allowing a blood curdling scream to be released.
*
2012
She sat perfectly still on the sofa, her eyes staring blankly ahead. Her mind had wandered off again, and now all that was left was her body of flesh and bones. Slowly her eyes grew with fear; slowly her mouth opened to allow a blood curdling scream to escape.
*
Andrews could hear screaming coming from inside the graduate psychology office. He knocked once before entering. Andrews found the office empty of the usual hustle and bustle, instead a lone girl sat at a desk, watching what appeared to be a horror film of some kind. Looking the woman over, Andrews supposed she was Simon’s type: petite with dark orbs and beautiful silky hair. She had an air about her that let Andrews know she was intelligent and witty.
“If one of the other janitors scared you earlier, in maybe, the toilets - I’m sorry for my friend’s temperament.” Andrews stated in his most business-like manner. “He has some . . . voice issues.”
Smiling awkwardly, the woman nodded. “I. . .it’s all forgotten.” She cleared her throat. “I’m Henry Harker.”
“Andrews.” He nodded politely. “See you around, Ms. Henry Harker.” Softly Andrews closed the door. He didn’t hear the horror movie as he walked away.
*
There was a nip in the air that made Simon really regret not bringing a coat with him. The other big regret of the night was that he had snapped in the restaurant. But, it wasn’t as if it were his fault. They were the ones that had stared at him as he had torn his steak apart. It wasn’t his fault that some of the blood lust had remained from the night before. And, it really wasn’t their place to judge.
And-
“Oh look, it’s a puppy. Been a while since I’ve seen one of ‘em.” An accented voice said somewhere behind Simon.
Before Simon could even turn around or come up with a snappy come back, he felt himself being pushed into an alleyway. Barely registering that, Simon felt the fists and feet on his back and stomach. A moment later, he was down on the ground, trying to cover his head, when he heard the laughter.
“What’s the matter, Dog? Can’t take it?” A new voice laughed manically. “Come on, Doggy – fight back. It’s no fun killing you, if you don’t fight back.”
Simon felt a growl rising in his throat, but he couldn’t move. He could smell what these men really were, and what the men were, well, that scared some primitive part of him that Simon had previously been unaware lived in him. All Simon could manage to do was shield his head from their blows.
