Post by Bambi on Jul 22, 2009 5:29:22 GMT -8
It hadn’t been raining when the young male set out that evening. In fact it had surprisingly mild and bright, more like a summer’s day and the youth had been reminded of barbecues and of the sweet taste of cider. He hadn’t bothered to bring a jacket with him, not planning on being longer then a few moments but the Hall had been annoyingly busy and he’d had to wait whilst the woman in front cried and carried on as though it were the end of the world. The boy had tutted loudly and rolled his eyes before finally deciding that subtlety wasn’t working and that it would benefit them all if he told the woman exactly what he thought of her display and physically removed her from the line. Which is exactly what he did and which was why he’d had to make out his actions were fuelled by a sense of loss to avoid getting a shower in Holy Water.
A large, cold droplet of water hit the back of his neck and the boy shivered involuntary. He knew his hair would be ruined, a thought confirmed as a lock of his dark hair fell forward into his eyes. He scowled and pushed it back with his left hand, cursing the weather under his breath for destroying the work of art that was his elaborate Mohawk. Not that the youth was all that vain, he just enjoyed playing with his look, besides he had more then enough time on his hands for such frivolities. He passed a dark looking bar and debated stepping instead to shelter from the rain but a part of him thought it unwise. He’d noticed a member of a non-neutral clan, someone who for some strange reason didn’t like him, heading inside and wasn’t in the mood for a verbal battle. He wasn’t in the mood for much right now except maybe a stiff drink and he toyed with paying a call to an acquaintance who he knew had a well stocked bar but the guy had been very distant since his binding, something the youth was all too used to. That was one of the downsides to being who he was, people were instantly wary of him and assumed he was sleeping with their partner, or sibling.. or childe. And once that jealously was deeply seeded, something would have to go. The boy didn’t blame anyone for choosing a partner over him, but that wasn’t to say it didn’t hurt.
The rain was falling heavier now; thudding on the rooftops of the cars that passed him as he walked along the side of the road. He loved watching people drive in heavy rain, loved the way human nature made the drivers lean closer to the windscreen, peering out as the wiper blades fought to clear away the equally persistent rain. There was always this element of fear in people. He’d been aware of it when he had been human himself and he’d used that fear to his advantage from a very young age. His mother had worshipped her only child so to get his own way, the boy had threatened to run away from home and gone so far as to pack a tiny bag and lug it to the garden gate before his poor mother would give in to her son’s demands. He’d been the same at school. The teacher who took a liking to the bright and enthusiastic youth had soon found himself playing a dangerous game. Each time the boy’s grades threatened to fall below an A, a hint was dropped that the headmaster may not be very understanding of the teacher/pupil relationship the pair had and his grades would soon be the highest in his class again. The boy knew he was clever enough to get good grades himself, but the truth of the matter was he enjoyed the small amount of power, maybe that was why he allowed himself to be turned, the possibility of more power over others was far too tempting.
He crossed the road and ducked into a covered alleyway between a nightclub and a letting agency. Here the youth paused in order to shake the water from his ruined hair and to check his clothes for mud splatters. He appeared to be unscathed, the black pinstriped trousers he wore still looked freshly pressed and his highly polished black Cuban heeled boots reflected the orange glow of light from the bathroom window just above him. His white shirt however had developed see-through patches on his shoulders and either side of the buttoned opening. He was sure the back would be just as see-through and clingy. The youth debated taking the shirt off to avoid looking like he’d just entered a wet t shirt competition but decided against it. Apart from the cars, the streets seemed fairly deserted and he was close to the ghettos anyway, a place where being fully clothed was almost a novelty. The boy could hear people using the nightclub’s bathroom and wished there were a way to switch off his heightened senses at times. He shoved both hands into his pockets and set off again, taking a well aimed kick at a discarded beer bottle and exiting the alley before his sense of smell caught up with the splash from the bathroom that his ears had already detected.
Once out of the alleyway, the boy frowned a little. He didn’t know where he wanted to go. It was too early to go home, yet too wet to keep walking the streets. Across the road from where he stood, he watched as a female vampire made her way towards what he assumed was her feast for the night, a tired looking middle aged woman who was hurrying along, clutching two heavy bags of groceries and unaware of the silent figure that almost floated after her. The boy didn’t follow; he’d made that mistake before and had paid dearly for his curiosity. With a mental shrug, he looked away. His dark eyes narrowed as he glanced up at the street sign, not due to poor eyesight but to keep the rain out. He tried to work out if he knew anyone around here or if he was near a transit station but his mind drew a blank. The youth huffed loudly and lowered his gaze. Now he was getting bored. That was the problem with this city, it was no fun if you were by yourself. Standing in the rain, the boy folded his left arm across his stomach and cupped his right elbow in his hand. As he thought about what to do, he tapped his right index finger against one gleaming white fang. There was always the ghettos he surmised but that place was always either quiet or full of people he didn’t see eye to eye with. It was at times like this that he really missed Tyger and Wynd. There hadn’t been a constant relationship there but knowing he could go and see them and that they’d be happy to have him around without expecting sex from him or for him to lavish attention on them was nice. It made a change. The youth lowered his right arm and moved his hand to the bulge of his phone in his back pocket. He tapped on the damp material but moved his hand away soon after. He couldn’t think of anyone to call. A fat, rain soaked rat scuttled past, keeping close to the wall.
“’Ow do mister rat.” The youth drawled, dark eyes following the rodent.
“I envy the simplicity of yer existance.”
The boy flourished a bow at the departing vermin and grinned widely. As he straightened up, he turned on one heel and began to saunter along the street. It had been raining when he first came to this city, all those years ago and had been raining the night he fell in love for the first time. He chuckled to himself at the memories before jumping with both feet into a puddle. The youth let out a content sigh.
“Fings ain’t so bad Bambi Boi.” He said out loud to himself.
“Yer still singin’.. and dancin’ in the rain!”
With that, the boy broke into an impromptu dance routine, splashing through puddles whilst singing loudly, and not too badly. Did he care that he might be seen and that he knew the lyrics and steps to the song? As the boy himself would say, did he fuck.
A large, cold droplet of water hit the back of his neck and the boy shivered involuntary. He knew his hair would be ruined, a thought confirmed as a lock of his dark hair fell forward into his eyes. He scowled and pushed it back with his left hand, cursing the weather under his breath for destroying the work of art that was his elaborate Mohawk. Not that the youth was all that vain, he just enjoyed playing with his look, besides he had more then enough time on his hands for such frivolities. He passed a dark looking bar and debated stepping instead to shelter from the rain but a part of him thought it unwise. He’d noticed a member of a non-neutral clan, someone who for some strange reason didn’t like him, heading inside and wasn’t in the mood for a verbal battle. He wasn’t in the mood for much right now except maybe a stiff drink and he toyed with paying a call to an acquaintance who he knew had a well stocked bar but the guy had been very distant since his binding, something the youth was all too used to. That was one of the downsides to being who he was, people were instantly wary of him and assumed he was sleeping with their partner, or sibling.. or childe. And once that jealously was deeply seeded, something would have to go. The boy didn’t blame anyone for choosing a partner over him, but that wasn’t to say it didn’t hurt.
The rain was falling heavier now; thudding on the rooftops of the cars that passed him as he walked along the side of the road. He loved watching people drive in heavy rain, loved the way human nature made the drivers lean closer to the windscreen, peering out as the wiper blades fought to clear away the equally persistent rain. There was always this element of fear in people. He’d been aware of it when he had been human himself and he’d used that fear to his advantage from a very young age. His mother had worshipped her only child so to get his own way, the boy had threatened to run away from home and gone so far as to pack a tiny bag and lug it to the garden gate before his poor mother would give in to her son’s demands. He’d been the same at school. The teacher who took a liking to the bright and enthusiastic youth had soon found himself playing a dangerous game. Each time the boy’s grades threatened to fall below an A, a hint was dropped that the headmaster may not be very understanding of the teacher/pupil relationship the pair had and his grades would soon be the highest in his class again. The boy knew he was clever enough to get good grades himself, but the truth of the matter was he enjoyed the small amount of power, maybe that was why he allowed himself to be turned, the possibility of more power over others was far too tempting.
He crossed the road and ducked into a covered alleyway between a nightclub and a letting agency. Here the youth paused in order to shake the water from his ruined hair and to check his clothes for mud splatters. He appeared to be unscathed, the black pinstriped trousers he wore still looked freshly pressed and his highly polished black Cuban heeled boots reflected the orange glow of light from the bathroom window just above him. His white shirt however had developed see-through patches on his shoulders and either side of the buttoned opening. He was sure the back would be just as see-through and clingy. The youth debated taking the shirt off to avoid looking like he’d just entered a wet t shirt competition but decided against it. Apart from the cars, the streets seemed fairly deserted and he was close to the ghettos anyway, a place where being fully clothed was almost a novelty. The boy could hear people using the nightclub’s bathroom and wished there were a way to switch off his heightened senses at times. He shoved both hands into his pockets and set off again, taking a well aimed kick at a discarded beer bottle and exiting the alley before his sense of smell caught up with the splash from the bathroom that his ears had already detected.
Once out of the alleyway, the boy frowned a little. He didn’t know where he wanted to go. It was too early to go home, yet too wet to keep walking the streets. Across the road from where he stood, he watched as a female vampire made her way towards what he assumed was her feast for the night, a tired looking middle aged woman who was hurrying along, clutching two heavy bags of groceries and unaware of the silent figure that almost floated after her. The boy didn’t follow; he’d made that mistake before and had paid dearly for his curiosity. With a mental shrug, he looked away. His dark eyes narrowed as he glanced up at the street sign, not due to poor eyesight but to keep the rain out. He tried to work out if he knew anyone around here or if he was near a transit station but his mind drew a blank. The youth huffed loudly and lowered his gaze. Now he was getting bored. That was the problem with this city, it was no fun if you were by yourself. Standing in the rain, the boy folded his left arm across his stomach and cupped his right elbow in his hand. As he thought about what to do, he tapped his right index finger against one gleaming white fang. There was always the ghettos he surmised but that place was always either quiet or full of people he didn’t see eye to eye with. It was at times like this that he really missed Tyger and Wynd. There hadn’t been a constant relationship there but knowing he could go and see them and that they’d be happy to have him around without expecting sex from him or for him to lavish attention on them was nice. It made a change. The youth lowered his right arm and moved his hand to the bulge of his phone in his back pocket. He tapped on the damp material but moved his hand away soon after. He couldn’t think of anyone to call. A fat, rain soaked rat scuttled past, keeping close to the wall.
“’Ow do mister rat.” The youth drawled, dark eyes following the rodent.
“I envy the simplicity of yer existance.”
The boy flourished a bow at the departing vermin and grinned widely. As he straightened up, he turned on one heel and began to saunter along the street. It had been raining when he first came to this city, all those years ago and had been raining the night he fell in love for the first time. He chuckled to himself at the memories before jumping with both feet into a puddle. The youth let out a content sigh.
“Fings ain’t so bad Bambi Boi.” He said out loud to himself.
“Yer still singin’.. and dancin’ in the rain!”
With that, the boy broke into an impromptu dance routine, splashing through puddles whilst singing loudly, and not too badly. Did he care that he might be seen and that he knew the lyrics and steps to the song? As the boy himself would say, did he fuck.
