Thread: Neuleben (christian & DA)

Mattie rolled her eyes as her hands balled up into tiny fists and clutched, hard, onto the pillow she'd thrown over her head. It was a good attempt to pretend he wasn't there, that she was fast asleep. Sure. But it was no use. Wyatt had seen her shift under the covers, had heard her exasperated sigh despite her attempts to stay quiet. She had to hand it to the guy. He was persistent...and completely clueless as to when he wasn't wanted. Still, she knew Wyatt meant well and he did do a fine job helping out Bill and the rest of the town. However, that didn't mean she wanted him hovering every free moment she could find either. Eventually, she was going to lose it. She just hoped it wasn't any time soon. After all, she didn't want to come across as a bitch. With a frown playing on her pouty lips, Mattie tossed the pillow aside and sat up. It's okay, she grumbled, trying not to sound too aggravated. One hand rubbed at her eyes while the other moved to the dark hair on her head. It had been pulled back before going to bed, but now it was a mess, wild tendrils falling everywhere about her face. Bringing her hands to her lap, she let out a yawn and slouched against the headboard of her bed. Her cool blue eyes focused on Wyatt, the bluish strands of moonlight dancing along the angles of his face. She tried her best to smile. I'm guessing Bill is with Perrin? she asked. Mattie arched a brow as she cocked her head to the side and pushed the blankets away. She stretched then, her arms reaching above her head as she clasped her hands together. The thin fabric of her nightshirt clung to her curves as she arched her back and let out a soft contented sound before moving to stand up. She made her way toward Wyatt, her eyes finding the gun resting against his hips. Licking her lips, she looked up at him. Hope she didn't open the gate, Mattie said, worry lacing her words as realization began to settle and the sleepiness wore off. She's getting worse. She needs...she needs to stop bottling things up. She can't keep living this way. Meanwhile, outside, Perrin felt something warm and hard against her shoulder. Blinking several times, she turned her head, her dark eyes trying to focus. Shadows were everywhere. She could feel their eyes lingering, studying. They were out there! No one was safe! Not her, not Mattie...no one! Perrin stopped suddenly, her breaths quick and uneven. The urge to run, to scream, was strong and just as she was about to bolt, she heard a voice. One she knew. It was his voice. B-bill? she asked timidly. Her entire body was trembling and a sudden cold began to set deep within her core. She shook her head, noticing she was no longer in bed, but outside. B-bill? she asked again. He was speaking to her, gentle tones trying to ease the fear she felt coursing through her body. After a few moments, Perrin nodded. She trusted Bill. He was the calm and rational voice for the entire town of Neuleben. Neuleben. She choked on a small sob as she remembered their ship. There was barely anything left of it now, not that much had been salvageable in the first place. Perrin found her hand instinctively reaching for Bill as he began to lead her home. Mattie was still there. No doubt the younger girl was pissed! As she followed Bill, she heard soft scratching sounds coming from somewhere. In a panic she wrenched away from the voice of reason and crouched low. They're here! she shouted. They're coming! As terror tore through her, so did the shrill scream of horror.