DarkledMind
*lo-fi noises*
It was a typically gloomy early summer day in London. (Not that it was early In the day, oh no, quite to the contrary. What was hunted is also a would-be hunter, and she stalks at night.) The sun had not quite dipped below the horizon, and the few remaining bright beams danced along the underside of the clouds. Grey turned to a quiet peach mixed with silken champagne for just a few moments before the sun's smile faded completely into the plum and blue hues of twilight.
In these precious few moments, Antony stood out in the middle of the street. His rampant hair was tucked back into a black ribbon. The chestnut waves now tamed fell In nest locks down his back. His toned and lean body stood lazy, shoulders rolled forward and hands in the pockets of his black pants. His dark eyes looked around with a soft reflection of the quiet beauty he witnessed. And when the sun faded away with with a with a parting glimmer, so too did that softness. Tony looked down and around him. Dark eyes now reflected contempt for those of flesh and blood that trotted and drilled their meager lives away. Their heads tucked down, intent only on on their destination, their needs and desires. None of them stopped to witness the day's fantastic end. Rarely did the sun shine like this! So soft were the colors that faded away and in and out of existence!
They don't even stop to witness each other. Shoulders rubbed together without even even a passing glance. Cigarette smoke was blown into their faces and they blinked it away like fog. They spoke as If no one could hear them, shouted In someone's ear as If they didn't even exist. And they weren't the only one prowling about. Stray dogs hunched over themselves and walked through the mire of feces and urine that collected in the drains. It was a disgusting place full of disgusting people and disgusting things.
But that wasn't so bad for him.
Tony got a whiff of of a familiar scent. Turned on like a switch, his eyes turned from dark and sullen to a bright and alert green, his pupils changed to slits, and his nose flared unnaturally, changing with each intake of breath. He turned and looked at the poor man. A deep rattle when the man breathed confirmed Tony's suspicion: the consumption, tuberculosis. But like all the others, this man continued to walk along like his lungs were not filling with a viscous blood. Yet, Tony could smell that the man was concerned, desperate, depressed, scared, angry, and all those other delicious feelings one got when they were at death's door. As Tony took the first step to turn, rather than his foot contacting with the ground, he seemed to step up into thin air. Soon he was no longer human. His eyes no longer had any pupils at all, instead they were an airy ghostly white with no definite edge or eyelids, simply fading and blending Into his olive toned skin like a painting. A smile spread across his features, too wide and crooked for his face. Even without pupils you could see his eyes unfocus as he drifted into a doped up haze. He hunched over and floated behind the dying man, dragged along by a rope that was not seen or felt by anyone but the hunger. His jaw unhinged with a sickening pop, and teeth grew Into sharp metal spikes as he let his jaw drop down, deep into and the blackness of pain and death began to swirl up around the man like a tornado and...
He stopped.
Quickly reverting back into his human form, Tony shook the cold from his ethereal skin. (Another flesh and blood human walked through him, unaware of the reality bending event that had just occurred.) No. He could feed on the dead man walking. And It would be sweet and fill that hole of his that seemed to replace a stomach. But it would not be satisfying. Like eating a cracker when you need a whole, hot meal. He had a hot meal, just waking up back in a town house not far from here.
Even though he wasn't human, and didn't even exist on this plane of reality, Antony tried to act human. Walking on the streets, obeying physics like a good boy. But he didn't have time now. He had waited too long watching the sunset and then getting distracted... he was so hungry. But a long build up makes for a better release. He chuckled at the thought as he flew through houses and people, a cold, burning pain building along his spine as he disobeyed his human side. Like he really had a human part of him any more, he mused.
And he was In her home office before she was. Or just after. Hopefully right before. Or wait, just after might be nice too, because she was likely to return, and to see an Intruder has entered while she was awake? Rather jarring, don't you think? Another dark chuckle that he let echo through the house.
Tony settled down, leaning up against her desk lazily, like he belonged here. He crossed his booted feet and relaxed a bit more, unbuttoning his silky and loose white shirt. He looked more like a pirate than a Victorian age gentleman, but he could be who he wanted, and those damn stuffy Victorian outfits. So much wool and linen was scratchy and just plain uncomfortable. But as he thought about It, Tony added a few more layers of clothing: a vest, a jacket and a light coat over his shoulders. Didn't want to seem too unreal on first meeting.
He lazily picked up a pen and scrutinized it behind lidded eyes. Despite being ethereal, he had been practicing for months on how to manipulate the environment around him. First it started with heavy breathing next to her door, then footsteps, followed by small objects levitating and being displaced. Now he could comfortably move a chair across the room, almost like a real person. He snorted distastefully and fluno the sharp tipped pen into the wooden door.
Oh yes he had been planning on this scene for some time now. He had yet to enter her mind, to see her thoughts and woes (it would be too tempting to feed off of her sweet sorrows, and he had no doubt she was sweet as nectar,) but he saw his effect upon her. A slight twitch in the brow, a stutter in her collected words. He was not a presence in her thoughts but an underlying disease of the mind. And the switch from a back of the mind Itch to what he had planning? Oh he would sup like a king...
@Lucyfer
In these precious few moments, Antony stood out in the middle of the street. His rampant hair was tucked back into a black ribbon. The chestnut waves now tamed fell In nest locks down his back. His toned and lean body stood lazy, shoulders rolled forward and hands in the pockets of his black pants. His dark eyes looked around with a soft reflection of the quiet beauty he witnessed. And when the sun faded away with with a with a parting glimmer, so too did that softness. Tony looked down and around him. Dark eyes now reflected contempt for those of flesh and blood that trotted and drilled their meager lives away. Their heads tucked down, intent only on on their destination, their needs and desires. None of them stopped to witness the day's fantastic end. Rarely did the sun shine like this! So soft were the colors that faded away and in and out of existence!
They don't even stop to witness each other. Shoulders rubbed together without even even a passing glance. Cigarette smoke was blown into their faces and they blinked it away like fog. They spoke as If no one could hear them, shouted In someone's ear as If they didn't even exist. And they weren't the only one prowling about. Stray dogs hunched over themselves and walked through the mire of feces and urine that collected in the drains. It was a disgusting place full of disgusting people and disgusting things.
But that wasn't so bad for him.
Tony got a whiff of of a familiar scent. Turned on like a switch, his eyes turned from dark and sullen to a bright and alert green, his pupils changed to slits, and his nose flared unnaturally, changing with each intake of breath. He turned and looked at the poor man. A deep rattle when the man breathed confirmed Tony's suspicion: the consumption, tuberculosis. But like all the others, this man continued to walk along like his lungs were not filling with a viscous blood. Yet, Tony could smell that the man was concerned, desperate, depressed, scared, angry, and all those other delicious feelings one got when they were at death's door. As Tony took the first step to turn, rather than his foot contacting with the ground, he seemed to step up into thin air. Soon he was no longer human. His eyes no longer had any pupils at all, instead they were an airy ghostly white with no definite edge or eyelids, simply fading and blending Into his olive toned skin like a painting. A smile spread across his features, too wide and crooked for his face. Even without pupils you could see his eyes unfocus as he drifted into a doped up haze. He hunched over and floated behind the dying man, dragged along by a rope that was not seen or felt by anyone but the hunger. His jaw unhinged with a sickening pop, and teeth grew Into sharp metal spikes as he let his jaw drop down, deep into and the blackness of pain and death began to swirl up around the man like a tornado and...
He stopped.
Quickly reverting back into his human form, Tony shook the cold from his ethereal skin. (Another flesh and blood human walked through him, unaware of the reality bending event that had just occurred.) No. He could feed on the dead man walking. And It would be sweet and fill that hole of his that seemed to replace a stomach. But it would not be satisfying. Like eating a cracker when you need a whole, hot meal. He had a hot meal, just waking up back in a town house not far from here.
Even though he wasn't human, and didn't even exist on this plane of reality, Antony tried to act human. Walking on the streets, obeying physics like a good boy. But he didn't have time now. He had waited too long watching the sunset and then getting distracted... he was so hungry. But a long build up makes for a better release. He chuckled at the thought as he flew through houses and people, a cold, burning pain building along his spine as he disobeyed his human side. Like he really had a human part of him any more, he mused.
And he was In her home office before she was. Or just after. Hopefully right before. Or wait, just after might be nice too, because she was likely to return, and to see an Intruder has entered while she was awake? Rather jarring, don't you think? Another dark chuckle that he let echo through the house.
Tony settled down, leaning up against her desk lazily, like he belonged here. He crossed his booted feet and relaxed a bit more, unbuttoning his silky and loose white shirt. He looked more like a pirate than a Victorian age gentleman, but he could be who he wanted, and those damn stuffy Victorian outfits. So much wool and linen was scratchy and just plain uncomfortable. But as he thought about It, Tony added a few more layers of clothing: a vest, a jacket and a light coat over his shoulders. Didn't want to seem too unreal on first meeting.
He lazily picked up a pen and scrutinized it behind lidded eyes. Despite being ethereal, he had been practicing for months on how to manipulate the environment around him. First it started with heavy breathing next to her door, then footsteps, followed by small objects levitating and being displaced. Now he could comfortably move a chair across the room, almost like a real person. He snorted distastefully and fluno the sharp tipped pen into the wooden door.
Oh yes he had been planning on this scene for some time now. He had yet to enter her mind, to see her thoughts and woes (it would be too tempting to feed off of her sweet sorrows, and he had no doubt she was sweet as nectar,) but he saw his effect upon her. A slight twitch in the brow, a stutter in her collected words. He was not a presence in her thoughts but an underlying disease of the mind. And the switch from a back of the mind Itch to what he had planning? Oh he would sup like a king...
@Lucyfer