Waste
03-18-2009, 09:35 PM
He came out of the burning house, knowing he was the only survivor, pleased for that fact. His smile was small, almost untraceable, his mess of fine blonde hair dusted with soot. There were burn marks up the left side of his face but he showed no sign of feeling them as they healed over. He stood just over six foot, his skin pale, eyes dark and shadowed, a shock of light blonde hair burnt in the light of the fire.
The dhampyr walked slowly, as if exhausted, in fact to the watcher he looked as if he had not slept in weeks and if this is the assumption then the watcher would be correct. Behind him an explosion split the night and lit the surrounding forest, it was only then that the dhampyr heard the shouts of those who lived in the village, his sharp eyes pierced the night and watched a young man sprint towards the well nearer the centre, this house was on the outskirts, the water would be pointless, any lives lost would be worth it.
“Was it him?” the watcher asked as the dhampyr drew close.
“No,”
“But you already knew that.” she shook her head so her hood fell back to reveal her scarred face and black hair pulled back into a tight bun. The watcher looked up at her dhampyr with sympathetic eyes, blood was drying around one corner of his mouth and she reached up to wipe it away. “You shouldn’t.” she said quietly.
“Drinking it will not allow him to embrace me Trinity.”
She looked away from him, realising what she had been implying and how he had taken it. She watched as a silhouette streaked past her, water sloshing in a bucket. The flames climbed higher, lengthening her shadow, although the light did not give her brother one, she looked to where it should have been. “I apologise.”
She felt his cool hand touch her shoulder, she wore a simple thin hoodie and a vest top with a pair of low slung jeans. Her brother was dressed in much the same way except that he wore no top beneath his thin hooded jacket, just a single strap across his pale chest that held his gun and silver bladed dagger. He said nothing to her, just slipped his hand down her arm so he could link his fingers through hers and lead her away. “We will visit Thom before we leave, to collect my payment.” his tone was light, as if he had not just killed three people, she cut off her thoughts, no two people and a thing.
“Then where?”
“I will try and sleep, so he can show me the next step.”
Trinity didn’t answer, not wanting to continue any conversation that could lead to that. She chewed her lower lip as she walked beside her brother, the chill of the wind kissing her arms and leaving their chilled mark. She tried not to shiver but when ice seemed to comb through her hair she couldn’t help it, hearing her brother laugh she looked up at him, scowling. He ruffled her hair with his free hand, then gave her hand a squeeze.
“Would you like my jacket Trin?”
Trinity didn’t answer, but was relieved when he shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to her. She pulled it on, the cold material made her shiver even more until her body heat began to warm it up. She wasn’t sure why he even bothered to wear it, he didn’t feel the cold, glancing up at him she tried to suppress the thought that her brother didn’t feel much. He had told her once that he wasn’t real, for all he cared he was just a figment of her imagination, and why not? He cast no shadow, he had no reflection, he had described himself as nothing more than one of them, the only difference being that he could die by any hand. Where as they could only be killed by his.
They walked in silence for a while, a comfortable one that often spread between them. It took them half an hour to make their way to Thom’s house. When they arrived he was already standing outside, leaning against his door, watching the distant glow of fire. He saw the dhampyr approach and almost ran to the tall, thin man.
“You did it?” the old man asked, putting his hand into is pocket to pull out the reward.
Trinity swallowed as she waited for her brothers answer, she knew that he often took a moment to think things through when he was asked such a question, he would go over recent events to make sure no detail had been left out, and it wasn't unusual for her brother to leave one alive and not tell her.
“Yes, it burns as we speak.” the corner of his mouth twitched and Thom pulled a small bag of coins from his pocket, he threw it to the dhampyr, who caught it with reactions that were unlike any humans. Once again Trinity was but the watcher of her brothers life, whenever someone else was involved it was as if she faded into the background, and was simply alive to just watch her brother’s life unfold. Cold fingers seemed to trace her spine as she thought that she would be the one to see his death, as she had seen him give death to so many.
The dhampyr walked slowly, as if exhausted, in fact to the watcher he looked as if he had not slept in weeks and if this is the assumption then the watcher would be correct. Behind him an explosion split the night and lit the surrounding forest, it was only then that the dhampyr heard the shouts of those who lived in the village, his sharp eyes pierced the night and watched a young man sprint towards the well nearer the centre, this house was on the outskirts, the water would be pointless, any lives lost would be worth it.
“Was it him?” the watcher asked as the dhampyr drew close.
“No,”
“But you already knew that.” she shook her head so her hood fell back to reveal her scarred face and black hair pulled back into a tight bun. The watcher looked up at her dhampyr with sympathetic eyes, blood was drying around one corner of his mouth and she reached up to wipe it away. “You shouldn’t.” she said quietly.
“Drinking it will not allow him to embrace me Trinity.”
She looked away from him, realising what she had been implying and how he had taken it. She watched as a silhouette streaked past her, water sloshing in a bucket. The flames climbed higher, lengthening her shadow, although the light did not give her brother one, she looked to where it should have been. “I apologise.”
She felt his cool hand touch her shoulder, she wore a simple thin hoodie and a vest top with a pair of low slung jeans. Her brother was dressed in much the same way except that he wore no top beneath his thin hooded jacket, just a single strap across his pale chest that held his gun and silver bladed dagger. He said nothing to her, just slipped his hand down her arm so he could link his fingers through hers and lead her away. “We will visit Thom before we leave, to collect my payment.” his tone was light, as if he had not just killed three people, she cut off her thoughts, no two people and a thing.
“Then where?”
“I will try and sleep, so he can show me the next step.”
Trinity didn’t answer, not wanting to continue any conversation that could lead to that. She chewed her lower lip as she walked beside her brother, the chill of the wind kissing her arms and leaving their chilled mark. She tried not to shiver but when ice seemed to comb through her hair she couldn’t help it, hearing her brother laugh she looked up at him, scowling. He ruffled her hair with his free hand, then gave her hand a squeeze.
“Would you like my jacket Trin?”
Trinity didn’t answer, but was relieved when he shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to her. She pulled it on, the cold material made her shiver even more until her body heat began to warm it up. She wasn’t sure why he even bothered to wear it, he didn’t feel the cold, glancing up at him she tried to suppress the thought that her brother didn’t feel much. He had told her once that he wasn’t real, for all he cared he was just a figment of her imagination, and why not? He cast no shadow, he had no reflection, he had described himself as nothing more than one of them, the only difference being that he could die by any hand. Where as they could only be killed by his.
They walked in silence for a while, a comfortable one that often spread between them. It took them half an hour to make their way to Thom’s house. When they arrived he was already standing outside, leaning against his door, watching the distant glow of fire. He saw the dhampyr approach and almost ran to the tall, thin man.
“You did it?” the old man asked, putting his hand into is pocket to pull out the reward.
Trinity swallowed as she waited for her brothers answer, she knew that he often took a moment to think things through when he was asked such a question, he would go over recent events to make sure no detail had been left out, and it wasn't unusual for her brother to leave one alive and not tell her.
“Yes, it burns as we speak.” the corner of his mouth twitched and Thom pulled a small bag of coins from his pocket, he threw it to the dhampyr, who caught it with reactions that were unlike any humans. Once again Trinity was but the watcher of her brothers life, whenever someone else was involved it was as if she faded into the background, and was simply alive to just watch her brother’s life unfold. Cold fingers seemed to trace her spine as she thought that she would be the one to see his death, as she had seen him give death to so many.