[It hadn't hit him until he'd lifted the tie out of the box -- that scent. His eyes had turned red and his fangs had dropped in an automatic response to it.
Then he'd spent the rest of the night getting shitfaced from his neverending flask of Scotch, testing its limits and petting the tie, wishing it was wrapped around a certain slender neck so he could squeeze the life out of her again and again.
But, sadly, that wasn't to be, so instead, he fantasized about what he wanted to do to her until the wee hours of the morning, when he took a stake he'd fashioned out of one of the splintered chairs in the room (don't ask) and went looking for her. He didn't find her (more's the pity), but he did get directions to her assigned room. After kicking the door open and seeing that she wasn't home (his life, why must it be fucked?), he settled for impaling the stake through her door before carefully closing it and strolling back to his rooms.
He almost hung the tie off it, but decided that wearing it would maybe piss her off. Or himself. He was muddled and angry and couldn't quite think properly. But hey, he'd left her a present.
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manipulative) wrote2015-05-22 12:21 pm
Driveby action in response to hers
Then he'd spent the rest of the night getting shitfaced from his neverending flask of Scotch, testing its limits and petting the tie, wishing it was wrapped around a certain slender neck so he could squeeze the life out of her again and again.
But, sadly, that wasn't to be, so instead, he fantasized about what he wanted to do to her until the wee hours of the morning, when he took a stake he'd fashioned out of one of the splintered chairs in the room (don't ask) and went looking for her. He didn't find her (more's the pity), but he did get directions to her assigned room. After kicking the door open and seeing that she wasn't home (his life, why must it be fucked?), he settled for impaling the stake through her door before carefully closing it and strolling back to his rooms.
He almost hung the tie off it, but decided that wearing it would maybe piss her off. Or himself. He was muddled and angry and couldn't quite think properly. But hey, he'd left her a present.
...
There may also be a dead imp on her bed. Oops.]