[vtm] ....writin's
Jan. 19th, 2019 04:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emoslasherhi its 5 am and ive been sitting on this fic that's like 3 chapters long and i'm not sure if i'd ever post it because i'm insecure but i thought i'd share this bit, im rather proud of it
They reached a building, stuck between several other buildings, and John hurried to knock on the door. The sounds of bolts and locks being undone and a pale face with equally pale eyes peered out, sizing the two up before grumbling and opening the door.
He mumbled that Cole could not catch, his voice tired and cracked and a pale, skeletal hand ushered them in. John pushed Cole in with a firm nudge on the back, and they entered. It was much warmer inside, not that it mattered to either of them. It was a distant feeling he could barely notice, though he did catch the smell of fire and food being cooked. The building was old and ruined, the wall paper peeling and dust and grime coated everything.
John and the house owner lead Cole further into the house, through a door that opened up to reveal a fireplace burning and a couple of chairs seated around it. One of the chairs was occupied, a hunched over figure wrapped in dark brown cloth that looks like it’d had been the dinner of choice for many months. When the door was shut behind them, three or so moths in fact fluttered away from the very still figure.
The house owner bowed towards the clothed figure, and then quickly left John and Cole in the room. Cole’s eyes darted towards John, but his cloudy blue eyes were staring up at the ceiling.
“Hello old friend,” He said with an oddly warm tone to his voice. “It’s nice to see you again.” Cole’s eyes flicked from John to the clothed figure, who he figured had to be. But of course, he was wrong, the moment his eyes moved up towards the ceiling where John was looking, a second passed and a figure popped into existence in a blink of eye.
Cole hesitated to call it a ‘human’ figure. It’s long, too long and thin bony limbs pressed against the ceiling like a horrid little spider. Mockingly wearing a suit that was rotten and half eaten by moths, his twisted face filled with teeth and half of his jaw decayed, rotten, and bursting with strange bone growth.
Revolting, but Cole tried to hide his disgust.
“Evening, Johnny.”
The monster dropped to the ground with a thud, the noise and motion startling the shadows of the room which came to life- hundreds of moths fluttered throughout the room. That caught Cole off guard and he stumbled a bit with a gasp, only staying in place as John grabbed a hold of his arm with an iron grip- his eyes not leaving the monster.
“I see you’ve brought a friend.” The monster said, its smooth and distinguished voice contrasting from its appearance. “This is your childe, I presume?” He reached out his elongated claws to brush against Cole’s tunic, and it took almost all of his willpower not to recoil in disgust. “What a dear.” He spoke with a smile, displaying his sharp, needle like teeth.
“His name is Cole.”
“And family name…?”
“It no longer matters.”
Cole’s stomach twisted at that though and his eyes moved to the floor, noticing just how dirty it was.
“If you wish. Hello dear Cole, you may call me Mr. Moth.” Cole looked back up to the smiling monster.
They reached a building, stuck between several other buildings, and John hurried to knock on the door. The sounds of bolts and locks being undone and a pale face with equally pale eyes peered out, sizing the two up before grumbling and opening the door.
He mumbled that Cole could not catch, his voice tired and cracked and a pale, skeletal hand ushered them in. John pushed Cole in with a firm nudge on the back, and they entered. It was much warmer inside, not that it mattered to either of them. It was a distant feeling he could barely notice, though he did catch the smell of fire and food being cooked. The building was old and ruined, the wall paper peeling and dust and grime coated everything.
John and the house owner lead Cole further into the house, through a door that opened up to reveal a fireplace burning and a couple of chairs seated around it. One of the chairs was occupied, a hunched over figure wrapped in dark brown cloth that looks like it’d had been the dinner of choice for many months. When the door was shut behind them, three or so moths in fact fluttered away from the very still figure.
The house owner bowed towards the clothed figure, and then quickly left John and Cole in the room. Cole’s eyes darted towards John, but his cloudy blue eyes were staring up at the ceiling.
“Hello old friend,” He said with an oddly warm tone to his voice. “It’s nice to see you again.” Cole’s eyes flicked from John to the clothed figure, who he figured had to be. But of course, he was wrong, the moment his eyes moved up towards the ceiling where John was looking, a second passed and a figure popped into existence in a blink of eye.
Cole hesitated to call it a ‘human’ figure. It’s long, too long and thin bony limbs pressed against the ceiling like a horrid little spider. Mockingly wearing a suit that was rotten and half eaten by moths, his twisted face filled with teeth and half of his jaw decayed, rotten, and bursting with strange bone growth.
Revolting, but Cole tried to hide his disgust.
“Evening, Johnny.”
The monster dropped to the ground with a thud, the noise and motion startling the shadows of the room which came to life- hundreds of moths fluttered throughout the room. That caught Cole off guard and he stumbled a bit with a gasp, only staying in place as John grabbed a hold of his arm with an iron grip- his eyes not leaving the monster.
“I see you’ve brought a friend.” The monster said, its smooth and distinguished voice contrasting from its appearance. “This is your childe, I presume?” He reached out his elongated claws to brush against Cole’s tunic, and it took almost all of his willpower not to recoil in disgust. “What a dear.” He spoke with a smile, displaying his sharp, needle like teeth.
“His name is Cole.”
“And family name…?”
“It no longer matters.”
Cole’s stomach twisted at that though and his eyes moved to the floor, noticing just how dirty it was.
“If you wish. Hello dear Cole, you may call me Mr. Moth.” Cole looked back up to the smiling monster.
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Date: 2019-01-19 06:34 pm (UTC)