Thread: Run This Town (Rory+Ishu)

Dawn nudged him groggily from sleep, nestled and lying naked in the pile of other bodies belonging to his brethren, reluctant to leave their cocoon. Fatigue sagged upon their flesh, soft, sleepy snarls and low, purring growls emitted in warm, plush slumber as many of them cuddled together for heat. Cade disengaged himself from one of the others he'd been snuggled against in the night, the man rolling over in unconsciousness as the missing warmth registered briefly and then faded as he fell back into deep sleep. Looking around the room, the pile of flesh on what had once been a bed, tangled limbs coiling together in familiarity and comfort, shadows still seeped over everything as the heavy curtains obscured the light of the rising sun. Even so, Cade's eyes could see everything as clearly as if there'd been a light on and he inched slowly away from the bed towards the door, quietly picking up clothes from the floor to wear for the day, unmindful of who they belonged to. A noise caught his attention and he alertly glanced at one of the far corners, his eyes picking out the small shape of a human man huddled there, body naked and bare and trembling in fright as he watched Cade silently leave the room. Finding a bathroom and shutting himself in, he faced himself in the mirror, the fluorescent light bleaching everything a piercing white. His bare chest, neck and lips were drenched in gore, the dark blood practically black half-dried now and sticky, painting him like a lion just finished feasting. Rubbing a hand over his eyes, he thought again about what he planned to do today, all of what happened yesterday brought into focus once again by what he saw before him. Just like before, he was somewhat scared that he was losing his mind, especially when thoughts of her brought a soft wave of pleasure coursing through his body and heart. But now there was a different fear... What if it was different today? What if when he met her again...he had the urge to hurt and kill her? Images of her porcelain skin torn to shreds, white hair matted with blood and blue eyes glazed and lifeless like a doll, flashed in his head and for several moments he stood gripping the sink and breathing heavy as nausea wracked through him. God...he couldn't do that... If that happened, he really would go crazy. Meeting his own dark gaze in the mirror, he turned on the faucet and began to clean himself, splashing water upon his body liberally, seeking to hide the monstrosity of the acts he'd committed in the night, shedding them from himself as the blood was washed away. He couldn't shield her completely from what he was, but he would do the best he could to make sure she never had to see him like that. Dressing in dark pants and boots with a gray shirt and short, black jacket, he opened the door to leave and came face to face with none other than Quin, who'd also roused himself and stood looking at him with a sleepy yet forceful stare. You're up early, he said, lazily scratching at the light curled hairs that decorated his chest. Where are you off to? Blood also decorated parts of Quin's muscled body, but there wasn't as much on his face, Quin being one of the more dominant males and particularly neat when it came to killing and feeding. His arms were tattooed completely black from his elbows down to his fingertips, like some odd fleshy gloves and his hair was merely a dusting of peach-fuzz on his shaved head, his yellow-green eyes looking an almost sickly color in the light from the bathroom. Cade hadn't expected to meet anyone before he left and stood for a few minutes trying not to appear guilty under the other man's gaze, rapidly trying to think of how he was suppose to act and say. Realizing that Quin had no reason to suspect him of anything, he shrugged easily and said with a lazy smile, Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd go out to find a new toy to play with. Then with a hand moving smoothly to cradle the back of the other man's neck, he kissed him deeply, Quin's lips welcoming the contact passionately, a low hum escaping his throat heatedly. Their lips disengaged with a wet smack and the blonde man smiled lasciviously at him. Have fun and get into trouble, Quin advised with a grin, scratching the back of his head as he wandered back to the bedroom with swaying steps, sleep calling to him like the song of the Pied Piper. Cade waited till the other man was out of sight before letting out a heavy sigh and quickly exiting the bathroom and headed downstairs,making sure to keep quiet so as not to wake anyone else. The headquarters the pack had selected for themselves was in the richer part of town, a small mansion on the hill, once owned by the mayor before the uprising and surrounded by several acres of fenced in lawn. In the years since they'd taken over, it had fallen into disrepair, the grass outside overgrown and filled with weeds, each room in the large house plastered with the smell of blood, sweat and cum like a psychotic aftershave that would probably never wash off. And the whole place was held together on it's sturdy foundations while the rooms had been reduced to mere skeletons of themselves, upholstery and furnishings destroyed in the playfully destructive whims of the new occupants. Nothing but a nest, holding cells for their sex toys and captives and feeding places where they dragged the bodies of their meals to lay together in clusters of bones and torn clothing. Dawn had fully ascended by the time Cade made it into the heart of the city, anxiety defining every line of his lithe, muscular form as he sauntered towards the meeting place. Arriving at the library alone, he mounted the steps, warily looking over his shoulders to make sure he was not being followed while also keeping an eye out for his new friend. Taking a deep breath, he opened one of the double doors and entered cautiously, hoping she hadn't been scared off and vanished like a dream.