“Disgusting animals...should have ripped them apart...what are you thinking, always going out there alone?!”
“What am I thinking? What are you thinking? Who are you?” She took the chance to get a good look at her savior; nice cheekbones, nice hair, and an awfully familiar skin tone.
“I’ve seen you before, haven’t I? Aren’t you one of Vance’s family? A vampire?”
He spun round and faced her with an expression of the utmost torment.
“A monster! A killer! You don’t know what it’s like, to watch someone so strong and good and human walk into danger every day like you do. To feel protective of someone and never know what they’ll be facing, never even know what they’re thinking!”
“Usually something like ‘oh no, a big ugly molerat.”
“This isn’t funny!” The Lone Wanderer could have begged to differ, but it seemed rude to antagonize one’s rescuer, even if he had just confessed to watching her every day. Did he really mean that? Was she going to have to fire Wadsworth?
“It’s okay, calm down. You’re sweating like crazy.”
“I don’t sweat. This is the skin of a killer!”
The Lone Wanderer shook her head.
“No, that’s all wrinkled and dead looking. Ghouls don’t glisten in the sunlight, they just glow sometimes.”
He just shook his head in return.
“Don’t know what it’s like...following you...watching you from afar...I’ve tried to stop, but you always drag me back! Watching you sleep, the only time you seem to be at peace. You’re like my personal brand of Med-X! And to see you almost get killed over and over, and not even try to keep yourself safe. You must be stupid!”
The Lone Wanderer stammered for a minute, her head attempting to process several things at once. She was being insulted by the man who just saved her, and who was also a vampire. He was in love with her, or at least in some kind of lust-driven obsession. There was only so much she could handle at once, and so she said the first thing that came to mind.
Five Times the World Opened Up 2b/5
“What am I thinking? What are you thinking? Who are you?” She took the chance to get a good look at her savior; nice cheekbones, nice hair, and an awfully familiar skin tone.
“I’ve seen you before, haven’t I? Aren’t you one of Vance’s family? A vampire?”
He spun round and faced her with an expression of the utmost torment.
“A monster! A killer! You don’t know what it’s like, to watch someone so strong and good and human walk into danger every day like you do. To feel protective of someone and never know what they’ll be facing, never even know what they’re thinking!”
“Usually something like ‘oh no, a big ugly molerat.”
“This isn’t funny!” The Lone Wanderer could have begged to differ, but it seemed rude to antagonize one’s rescuer, even if he had just confessed to watching her every day. Did he really mean that? Was she going to have to fire Wadsworth?
“It’s okay, calm down. You’re sweating like crazy.”
“I don’t sweat. This is the skin of a killer!”
The Lone Wanderer shook her head.
“No, that’s all wrinkled and dead looking. Ghouls don’t glisten in the sunlight, they just glow sometimes.”
He just shook his head in return.
“Don’t know what it’s like...following you...watching you from afar...I’ve tried to stop, but you always drag me back! Watching you sleep, the only time you seem to be at peace. You’re like my personal brand of Med-X! And to see you almost get killed over and over, and not even try to keep yourself safe. You must be stupid!”
The Lone Wanderer stammered for a minute, her head attempting to process several things at once. She was being insulted by the man who just saved her, and who was also a vampire. He was in love with her, or at least in some kind of lust-driven obsession. There was only so much she could handle at once, and so she said the first thing that came to mind.
“You’ve been watching me sleep?”