Etc: Face of a monster
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He could feel a trail of hot blood slowly making its way down his chin. His tongue glided out to dab the blood away, his fangs gleaming in the darkness. The soft sounds of footsteps warned him that someone was coming. Quickly he faded into the shadows before anyone noticed him.
It was a woman. The moment she saw the body she started screaming. It didn’t take long after that for paramedics to arrive. Peter continued watching from his hiding place. He wasn’t on duty tonight so no one would miss him at the scene.
Everything was going well until they covered the body in a sheet. Peter’s insides tightened and he shut his eyes, desperately willing it to not be true. But when he opened his eyes again the scene hadn’t changed. The man he drank from was dead.
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“Peter!” Rigby’s eyes were wide when she saw him on the other side of her door. Peter didn’t have a reflection but all he needed was the look in Rigby’s eyes to tell him how he must look.
“I… I didn’t know… where else to go,” he said shakily.
“Come inside.” He didn’t move so Rigby had to take his hand and pull him. Peter leaned heavily against the door, his head bowed to avoid Rigby’s eyes. His fangs were still out, still stained with blood. Rigby touched his cheek tenderly. The warmth of her hand broke him.
Peter began to shake with sobs. He held Rigby in his arms, gaining comfort from her scent. Rigby ran her fingers through his hair soothingly. The tear streaks made the dried blood on his fangs less noticeable.
“What happened?” Rigby asked him.
“He’s dead,” Peter choked out. “He’s dead.”
“Who’s dead?” Peter didn’t answer. Rigby smelled so good. He bit into her warm throat without a second thought. “Peter!” she gasped out, fingers twitching. Peter closed his eyes to feel her warmth move through him… and in his mind’s eye, he saw the body being covered by a sheet. He immediately jerked away from Rigby.
“I killed him,” Peter confessed in a whisper. Now his fangs were stained with fresh blood. He was sure he must look like a monster.
No. It was more than that. He was a monster.
He could feel a trail of hot blood slowly making its way down his chin. His tongue glided out to dab the blood away, his fangs gleaming in the darkness. The soft sounds of footsteps warned him that someone was coming. Quickly he faded into the shadows before anyone noticed him.
It was a woman. The moment she saw the body she started screaming. It didn’t take long after that for paramedics to arrive. Peter continued watching from his hiding place. He wasn’t on duty tonight so no one would miss him at the scene.
Everything was going well until they covered the body in a sheet. Peter’s insides tightened and he shut his eyes, desperately willing it to not be true. But when he opened his eyes again the scene hadn’t changed. The man he drank from was dead.
--
“Peter!” Rigby’s eyes were wide when she saw him on the other side of her door. Peter didn’t have a reflection but all he needed was the look in Rigby’s eyes to tell him how he must look.
“I… I didn’t know… where else to go,” he said shakily.
“Come inside.” He didn’t move so Rigby had to take his hand and pull him. Peter leaned heavily against the door, his head bowed to avoid Rigby’s eyes. His fangs were still out, still stained with blood. Rigby touched his cheek tenderly. The warmth of her hand broke him.
Peter began to shake with sobs. He held Rigby in his arms, gaining comfort from her scent. Rigby ran her fingers through his hair soothingly. The tear streaks made the dried blood on his fangs less noticeable.
“What happened?” Rigby asked him.
“He’s dead,” Peter choked out. “He’s dead.”
“Who’s dead?” Peter didn’t answer. Rigby smelled so good. He bit into her warm throat without a second thought. “Peter!” she gasped out, fingers twitching. Peter closed his eyes to feel her warmth move through him… and in his mind’s eye, he saw the body being covered by a sheet. He immediately jerked away from Rigby.
“I killed him,” Peter confessed in a whisper. Now his fangs were stained with fresh blood. He was sure he must look like a monster.
No. It was more than that. He was a monster.