28 June 2012
For @Naaviie Zoe I creep upstairs, wondering if he's touched anything. The door to my room is ajar. I push it open. "Fuck." I exclaim loudly. My beds a mess. Sheets torn and yellowed. I grab them all in a bundle. Out the window they go. My bed has claw marks in it. They atleast are familiar. I go to the landing. The cupboard were I keep my bed sheets is rusted shut. That shows how long I've been away. I break the door down. All the sheets are tattered and moth eaten. I curse again. I'm going to need a huge shop tommorow. I go downstairs. In the front room there's a bookshelf. It hasn't been moved. Good. I pull the book six from the left on the bottom shelf. The bookshelf slides out revealing a doorway. This leads into a tunnel. Sharply steeping down. I begin the decent. The torches lining the wall flicker spookily. That makes me feel right at home.
Xander The tall man stummbled from the graveyard. Still getting accustomed to his new body. He goes to push open the gate but bashes his knuckles loudly. He muffles a curse. He reaches out again, gingerly and slowly this time. The gate swings open slowly and satisfyingly. The man grins. Two long fangs pretrude from the corners of his mouth. He puts his hand in his pocket. Theres a couple of old wrappers. He feels around a bit more. He finds what he's looking for. His hand clasps round it. As he pulls it out he walks under street light. It's a book. Small and portable. He opens it to the contents. Then flicks to a certain page. He reads it out load. There's a flash of smoke and he explodes. A single bat flies from the explosion, heading home.
Night Walker 3 • Opuss № I