Post by Nihte on Sept 20, 2012 20:31:58 GMT -5
Nihte gave a yelp as his father literally tossed him outside by the collar of his shirt. "MY SON IS DEAD YOU HEAR ME! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT YOU F-ING BLOOD SUCKING BASTARD!!!" he hollered after him, aiming a bow out the door, Nihte squeaked and ran. His father had been more than simply mad when he had returned home to find out his son had returned "dead." Nihte ran as fast as he could manage, too scared to be amazed by exactly how fast he got the hell out of his fathers range.
He stopped only after a good hour of running as far as he could get, slid down the wall of what seemed to be some kind of old mall, and started bawling. "Nooo why couldn't you let me diiieeee it's not faaaaiiirrrr!" he cried, "Don't wana be a vampirrrrreee!" too upset to be any kind of aware of his surroundings. He curled into a little ball on the ground. No, if Seph had gone to his house to look for him his father would kill him. Arrow through the head and one through the heart. He'd seen it a few times before-Dads scary aim.
A bow. His dad had taught him how to aim after a close call on the way home one day... he hadn't touched one in a good while... but he shouldn't be TOO rusty. But where would he get a bow? Maybe he could find some kind of really big jacket he could try to go visit his mother and ask her for advise if he survived to morning. Or past it for that matter. What if he brought home something for his parrents?
Maybe his father would see some worth in having something like a pet vampire... He could deal with being a pet...
Cause that wasn't a screwed up train of thought at ALL. he scowled and wiped the tears off his face. Should be looking for somewhere to stay or something not sitting around and crying...
He stopped only after a good hour of running as far as he could get, slid down the wall of what seemed to be some kind of old mall, and started bawling. "Nooo why couldn't you let me diiieeee it's not faaaaiiirrrr!" he cried, "Don't wana be a vampirrrrreee!" too upset to be any kind of aware of his surroundings. He curled into a little ball on the ground. No, if Seph had gone to his house to look for him his father would kill him. Arrow through the head and one through the heart. He'd seen it a few times before-Dads scary aim.
A bow. His dad had taught him how to aim after a close call on the way home one day... he hadn't touched one in a good while... but he shouldn't be TOO rusty. But where would he get a bow? Maybe he could find some kind of really big jacket he could try to go visit his mother and ask her for advise if he survived to morning. Or past it for that matter. What if he brought home something for his parrents?
Maybe his father would see some worth in having something like a pet vampire... He could deal with being a pet...
Cause that wasn't a screwed up train of thought at ALL. he scowled and wiped the tears off his face. Should be looking for somewhere to stay or something not sitting around and crying...