~Night One~
It had started off as a beautiful day when he set off. He had been a wanderer, or nomad and he hadn't quite seen a day as nice as that one. Little did he know it might be his last chance to enjoy such sunlight. For all of a sudden as he walked down the path a huge storm started. He quickly looked around for possible shelters finally comming up to a huge mansion as it's dark spires rose beside the front porch before the green grass. He made his way up the porch and rang the door bell. He was a rather small boy and stood at a grand hight of 4'5" with thick blonde hair that hung just above his eyes, but curled under on the left side of his head and flipped up slightly on the right. He didn't carry much but the clothes on his back which now consisted of a drenched purple long sleved shirt and a faded wet pair of slightly ripped blue jeans. He'd just made it up to the door and sighed slightly as he wiped some of the water from his face and knocked on the door. "Hmmm..."
A rather tall girl of about 5'7" ran through the halls of her house to the front door wondering who would possibly vissit her house of all places. She opened the front door looking but straight ahead not expecting anyone that short looking right over his head. She looks to the left and right swearing she had heard a knock. "Hmmm... How strange."
The boy looks up at her for a moment then puts his head down letting out another sigh closing his eyes about half way. He was actually pretty use to this. "I'm uh... Down here..." The sound of his voice quickly redirected her glance toward him. She blinks at him curiously taking in the look of her strange visitor. Her mouth slowly formed the awkward words that had an almost beautiful but eerie ring to it.
"Oh hello... How can I?" She stopped in midsentence finally taking note of the rain outside and the condition of his clothes. "Oh! There's a storm out here!" She quickly steps aside. "Come in! Come in!" She opens the door widering gesturing him to come inside holding the door open for him.
The boy slowly steps in the door way his body emiting a small shudder.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome!" She smiles closing the door behind him. "Can I get you anything? A blanket? Fresh clothes maybe?" She smiles looking him over seemingly ready to grant his every whim at the moment. He looks at her rather perplexed by her genuine hospitality, he had never seen the like of it before.
"Just somewhere to stay from the storm I guess. My clothes are fine." He said cocking his head tot he side a bit. She laughed slightly.
"You're kidding right?" She laughs again gesturing to his clothes. "You're soaking wet! I'm sure I have something that would fit you that you could borrow. She quickly runs up stairs and down the hall. Rummaging though and old chest in one of the rooms soon reappearing holding out to him a white T-shirt and black leather pants. "Will these do?" He looked down at the leather pants unsure closing his eyes halfway in thougt.
"Uhm... I... Kinda thought mine were fine at the moment... but..." The girl shruged placing the clothes in his arms.
"It's your choice but those clothes would probably be much warmer. If you need a place to change there's a bathroom down that corridor to the right... Don't go in the door on the left." She said pointing as she gave these directions before heading off to his left into what looked like a main living room. He looked after her about to say something lifting his hand a bit but immediatly dropped his hand and mummbled a small "Mkay." He takes the shirt and the rather out of place pants, walking off into the door on the right, soon comming back out in the outfit she gave him.
"It doesn't seem right one me... Like kinda out of place." She smiled at him abit taking his old close. "Then we'll have these clothes up to dry so you can get them back on as soon as possible!" She takes them into the living room with her snapping her fingers and the fireplace igniting into a bright dazzling blaze. She walks over and hangs the clothes over the edge of it her blue eyes seeming to dance in the shadow and light of the flames near her face. His eyes gently travel over her for once showing his age then soon go back to their wandering innocent look as he moves closer sitting down and glancing at his surroundings. She turns back to him smiling a bit.
"Would you like something to drink? Maybe even soemthing to eat?"
"I'm fine thanks." He sat back against one of the chair crossing his arms. She takes her place on the floor next to him her skirt fanning out slightly.
"So what's your age? Name? Bloodtype?" She froze at this, remembering this wasn't a question you would normally ask. "I mean... What brought you out here so late?"
"I'm 16, most people call me Doc, and my blood type is O. I'm out here because it's what I do, I wander."
"O? That sounds Delicious! I mean, wow you're pretty short for sixteen." She stands up remembering that he probably needed a bed. "I'm going to go set up a bed for you! I'll be back!" She turns back to him for a moment. "And please don't play with anything while I'm gone!" She runs upstares leaving him to wait in front of the fireplace. One things was for sure, she was a very inexperienced host.
He looks after her now annoyed his left eye twitching ever so slightly before closing them both in a sort of scowl his forhead bunching up against his nose as he screams through the house.
"DON'T CALL ME SHOOOOOOOORT!!!!" She of course was already long gone up the stairs making is bed, trusting that he would be getting into any of her things. He sat there with his arms crossed looking around the room letting out his annoyance in the form of a small sigh. She soon reappears in the entryway.
"Sorry for the wait yur room is ready whenever you get sleepy."
"I can't sleep..."
"Well I don't sleep at night, I'm a night owl."
"Might as well try I guess... Where's the room?"
"Up the stairs turn left, last door on the right. Please don't go to any other rooms... I like my secrets kept secret." He nods and respects her wishes, walking up the stairs past the other doors and to the one she specified. She listens to make sure of it before walking toward her fireplace and tugging on the small torch holder opening a small door in the wall walking down to her study and plopping into one of her chairs thinking. "It had to e a kid... Couldn't have been some old drunk geezer that I wouldn't mind driking dry... Nooooo of course not." But she was getting thirsty. I had been at least a month since her last meal and she much have looked pail. Though she wouldn't know seeing as how see didn't have a reflection in the mirror. She sat down and started to read trying desperately to prepare herself for her 'Next meal.' "How am I going to do it." She said to herself thougtfully. "He doesn't seem to be the type that would be easily seduced... But then again he might be..."
Meanwhile Doc walks over to the bed she had prepared, sitting down on it's edge and flopping back. "Gah..." He looked down at himself, the leather of his pants shining off the moonlight. "Why am I Wearing these nuthuggers?!"
((Sorry but I got to leave off there -.-zZ getting sleepy))
-Thunder2fox
-Thunder2fox
