eric

May. 17th, 2016 08:23 pm
pixiesweat: (Default)
Manuel hadn't consciously been putting off going back to Eric. Usually, he wouldn't have waited so long to give someone something he thought he owed them, but he didn't know how to approach the vampire, and he was sure Eric would be angry with him if he went about it the wrong way. He didn't seem like someone who would appreciate being bothered.

Manuel was afraid to go. He was afraid that if he did, he'd go about it all wrong. But he was more afraid of what might happen if he didn't go back at all.

So one night, he headed out towards the Blood Diamond, his heart climbing further into his throat the whole way. He didn't dare turn back. He stopped a short distance away, in front of the neighbouring building, not sure if he should go any further. Would Eric want him hanging around his bar? He didn't know him well enough to be able to tell. So he stayed where he was, nervous, awkward, trying not to look aimless as he stood in the street and did nothing.

hex

Sep. 21st, 2015 10:53 pm
pixiesweat: (qt pie)
Manuel’s first ever ambulance ride wasn’t one he was going to remember very well; most of it had already faded into a blur. He vaguely remembered sitting in an alleyway listening to the sound of sirens getting closer and thinking he should move before they reached him. He remembered lights. It seemed like it was only a few seconds later when they arrived at the hospital.

By the time they got there he was already more alert. He was actually focusing on what was going on around him, watching the world with wide, frightened eyes. He was finally able to keep a train of thought going long enough to realise how big this mess had the potential to get. He was sure he remembered the woman who’d been with him mentioning a “possible mugging” to the emergency services – were they going to send the police? He really didn’t want to try to explain a vampire bite to the human police force. Or the human medical staff. And he didn’t have the first clue what he was going to say if somebody asked to call his parents.

He wished he’d managed to disappear into the night when he’d had the chance.

He was still pale and sweaty. There were red, already swollen marks on his upper arms and left wrist from being manhandled by the vampire. They weren’t serious injuries, but he was going to have some impressive bruises. His neck had already stopped bleeding, but whoever looked underneath the blood-soaked gauze was in for a bit of a surprise.

((Relevant thread is here, btw c:))

Profile

pixiesweat: (Default)
Manuel Lorimer

May 2016

S M T W T F S
1234567
891011121314
1516 1718192021
22232425262728
293031    

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 25th, 2017 10:19 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios