Thread: Love Is War { Kveria | EverUndine }

The quick nap hed promised himself didnt happen it tended not to when a very hostile feline took up residence in ones bed and refused to move, getting her hackles up and screaming whenever one reached toward them. Instead, Alistair spent the day washing laundry, scrubbing the bloodstains out of his clothes and patching up holes as best he knew how, along with throwing back cup after cup of Earl Gray to keep himself caffeinated and awake. By the time evening had rolled around, Alistair had completely cleaned his apartment which was something hed been needing to do and just hadnt had the time for, and for the first time in a little while he was able to sit down at his small table for a real meal consisting of a small steak, mashed potatoes, and a side of corn hed actually forgotten how good something like this could feel rather than just grabbing some cheese and a few slices of bread and heading out. There was nothing healthy about a couple eggs and a few slices of bacon when he returned home in the morning to sleep the day away, and completely skipping a meal. So, even though he was fighting to keep his eyes open most of the day, Alistair felt satisfied. Eventually the kitten moved from her designated throne on his favourite pillow and he was able to lay down and stare at the ceiling. The row of three arched French windows along the wall where his bed was pushed into a corner allowed the room to be filled with late afternoons intense sunlight and he laid there soaking in the warmth that it brought. His mind wandered as he shut his eyes, covering them with the crook of his elbow, and in little time at all he was envisioning the Vampire whom he wished he could call his rival with confidence once more. It had been blatantly obvious from the start how Alistair had felt, and now he was faltering and filled to the brim with a sickly black lust which was threatening to spill over at any time if he wasnt careful. It was a strange and unfamiliar feeling that he wasnt quite sure how to tackle. He didnt quite understand what had changed since theyd first met and how Jolyon had managed to get under his skin like this, but no matter how he tried to push it down and away, he couldnt. Uncovering his eyes, Alistair turned over on his side, his eyes tracing over the knots and grain on the wooden floor until it met the worn down reddish rug where his dining table sat, skipped around the outside edge of it and came upon the front door just next to his small kitchenette. Next to the door was a small rack for shoes to be placed on, but all that was left on it were a pair of old loafers his boots were left next to the rack carelessly. There was a wooden coat tree next to that and an oak chest of drawers kitty corner to that. A mirror with a nickel-plated frame sat above it proudly it was the most recent addition. Nothing was specifically matching, but he felt that it gave the home more of a personal appeal that no one else could understand. It was his things he owned for himself, things that he had traded for his hard earned money. This was still something he was proud of, even after having left shelters behind almost five years ago. It made him feel accomplished, like hed moved up in the world just for owning his own things and not relying on someone else to feed and shelter him. It was just as hed begun to revel in this feeling that he heard a tapping at his front door, which was kind of puzzling, but he tried to ignore it and rolled back onto his back to try and get a bit of rest that afternoon before visiting Jolyon again. God knows he could barely stand the Vampire while he was wide awake, so he couldnt imagine what would happen if he had to face him in an irritated half-asleep state. Probably everything theyd built up in the last while would be completely annihilated, either that or Alistair would lose his inhibitions and make a move on the older man without much thought behind it. That was almost the last thing that he needed and Hey, wait. He hushed his thoughts to focus on what was on the other side of the front door for a minute he thought he was going crazy but after a while he was able to confirm it. He was definitely hearing voices. The disturbing thing was that Alistairs apartment was the only one on this level and there was no one he knew who would visit him at all. He wasnt sure even his family had the address, seeing as he hadnt sent any letters or received anything from them in years. He didnt have any close friends, and not really any enemies either all he had was Jolyon, and there was no way he could be here in the middle of the day. So then? His question was answered soon enough when the tapping on the door grew into a loud thumping, like someone pounding their fist with their entire strength behind it. The door shook, then the walls and the floor, and he could feel the vibrations through his mattress. Alistair sat up, shocked and unsettled and very confused, reaching for the rifle he kept under his bed, but for some reason he was unable to locate it. Suddenly the pounding stopped and he heard a muffled sentence, part of which was clearly, Break it down. No! No, they werent going to break his damned door down! Not on his fucking watch. He promptly stood and took his revolver off the table, going to fling the door open just before one of those Vampires tainted and overcome with bloodlust stumbled inside and fell sprawled all over his kitchen floor. There was rage bubbling up in his throat that he could barely contain, and he wanted to haul off on each of the numerous Vampires who were gathered at his door, all the way down the staircase and spilling out into the alley below. What the bloody Hell? Pardon the pun. His eyes scanned the mob incredulously before sweeping back to the Vampire who was righting himself inside his home. What are you guys doing here? He looked up the sun was still blazing overhead, but these were all definitely Vampires just from the looks of them. Its the middle of the day. There was a collective silence for a moment before one of them took on the role of collective voice to speak for all of them. Well, we offered Jolyon a cartload of virgins to eat in exchange for information on where to find you, so were planning on killing you. Well shit. He didnt see that one coming, not at all. And there was nothing to do to stop them when there were that many enemies and he only had five bullets he would eventually be overcome with them, and theyd bleed him dry. That was the most terrifying part. Funny thing was, he barely felt a thing. Then there was this white light and Before he could make a move either toward or away from it, he was swallowed from behind by a thick blackness there was a pressure on his chest which made it difficult to breathe, so he did the only thing he could think of and sucked in as hard as he could. Fortunately, the sudden rising of his chest made the kitten scamper away, and when he sat up and opened his eyes, it took him a minute to register what had just happened. A dream? He placed a hand over his chest to feel his erratic heartbeat and shook his head to clear the images. They were fuzzy now and fading quickly he could only just barely make out any of the details, though the general outline was still vivid in his head. He remembered being eaten alive by a hoard of angry Vampires. It took way too long to shake this one off he occasionally had a bad nightmare like thisit wasnt uncommonbut he usually came to his senses rather quickly and was able to forget it easily. This one refused to settle and left a bad taste in his mouth. Still, hed slept rather late and despite the fact that he still felt like there was a haze hanging over his head, Alistair still hurried to find a box and poke holes in it so that he could carry the little demon kitten over without getting maimed. Jolyon was expecting him, and he didnt like to keep people waiting as much as he hated to be kept waiting himself that was just courtesy. When he left the house he found the streets more quiet than usual with no detectable activity at all, even on the tracker. It was just as disturbing as the feeling hed been left with after hed awoken. By the time Alistair finally reached Jolyons place and walked in, he was sweating. It wasnt like him to be nervous or to believe in premonitions, but there was just this sickly feeling welling up in him he didnt like it. I hope you didnt miss me much, he stated sharply as he shut the door behind him and set the box on the table next to him. The air felt clearer in here and he heaved a sigh, his voice softening as he continued. I got you this for payment I didnt know what else someone like you would value. On cue, one of the cats on the floor wound its way through Alistairs legs he really wasnt much of a cat person, so he frowned down at it, but made no move to shoo it away.