Hat-tori
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Alexander hated the rain.
Especially the way it poured so heavily, big heavy drops that splashed on his shoulders and head and hands as he ran, wooden bolts slamming into the concrete around him. Wooden bolts soaked in holy water, with crosses carved into the length. Hunters didn't mess about, and he respected that. That they were rude enough to barge in when they did and leave him running in black sweatpants and nothing else was a ding on their relationship.
He panted quietly as he ran across lawns and a car roared to life behind him. He was running out of options... was this the end? He looked up at the full moon and wished silently for a miracle.
What he got was a slip'n'slide. His feet slipped out from under him on the wet grass, and he slid forward at high speed, into a ground level window. Oh god damnit! he thought, feeling power slip out of his grasp and evaporate into the air behind him, as he entered a home uninvited.
He fell to a harsh, concrete floor, scrabbling to his feet and pressing himself against the wall, listening. He could only pick up traces of voices.
"Isn't that house..."
"Yeah, we'd better... maybe... come back later"
And then they were gone, and he sighed in relief, slicking back his short, black hair, looking around the house with peircing blue eyes. His body was handsome, not overtly muscular but defined. He had a swimmer's body. His wounds had sealed already, thankfully, but there was a large cut in the waistband of his pants, making him have to hold them up constantly.
"Not the best of days." he mumbled.
Especially the way it poured so heavily, big heavy drops that splashed on his shoulders and head and hands as he ran, wooden bolts slamming into the concrete around him. Wooden bolts soaked in holy water, with crosses carved into the length. Hunters didn't mess about, and he respected that. That they were rude enough to barge in when they did and leave him running in black sweatpants and nothing else was a ding on their relationship.
He panted quietly as he ran across lawns and a car roared to life behind him. He was running out of options... was this the end? He looked up at the full moon and wished silently for a miracle.
What he got was a slip'n'slide. His feet slipped out from under him on the wet grass, and he slid forward at high speed, into a ground level window. Oh god damnit! he thought, feeling power slip out of his grasp and evaporate into the air behind him, as he entered a home uninvited.
He fell to a harsh, concrete floor, scrabbling to his feet and pressing himself against the wall, listening. He could only pick up traces of voices.
"Isn't that house..."
"Yeah, we'd better... maybe... come back later"
And then they were gone, and he sighed in relief, slicking back his short, black hair, looking around the house with peircing blue eyes. His body was handsome, not overtly muscular but defined. He had a swimmer's body. His wounds had sealed already, thankfully, but there was a large cut in the waistband of his pants, making him have to hold them up constantly.
"Not the best of days." he mumbled.