Re: A lost mad man [Peter]
Posted: 16 Dec 2015, 17:25
No, that very word spoken by Peter hit hard. Though Sean would listen quietly as the man explained further. It enhanced who they already were? Like personality wise? That almost sounded like a nightmare. Sean was paranoid, delusional, pressed with the anxiety of overwhelming emotions at times. What effect would becoming a vampire have over him? Sean was intruded with the mention of a sire. That had to have been what one called the vampire that turned them? Sean liked to agree with Peter too, that violence was not something to be inherited. It seemed that even a vampire should have a free choice of what they became.
The man had asked him a question then. One that Sean would think over within thought. Why was he asking? or better yet, What was he going to tell Peter? Suddenly he thought of something, something so simple and he could not recall if he had missed it. Had he introduced himself to Peter? The trip to town, and tonight’s mental crash had left his mind scattered. ”Did I introduce myself already? If not I’m sorry…. Silly how something so simple as sharing a name can slip ones thoughts at times. Much seems to escape me lately. I’m Sean, Sean Hunter.”
It was then the rain that threatened from earlier, would begin to fall. A light cold mist, one that held promise of a storm. It brought, a brief moment of clarity, stealing his thoughts for a brief moment, as cool drops hit his face. A shiver then, a reminder of a reality and the unanswered question that lingered. His eyes would linger over to where Peter stood as he spoke then. ”I’m just tired of being broken, of being alone and out casted for what hunts me. I think that if there was even a chance of something changing this for me, I would want it.”
How crazy did all that sound? Was there reason in wanting to become a vampire if it meant holding more control over his own mind? Though it was likely it wouldn’t change anything, but it would be a choice. Could it be his own choice? If he were a vampire, he could still die, but Peter had mentioned there was a way to come back. A way to always have a choice, even in an end. What of Peter… Had he wanted to become a vampire? ”How does it work? To be turned…. Is it painful?” He realized it might have been too personal a question as he had asked it, but he was curious now. He desired an understanding, if the man was willing to shine light on such. His curiosity pressed strong that the cold rain was hardly even noticed then.
The man had asked him a question then. One that Sean would think over within thought. Why was he asking? or better yet, What was he going to tell Peter? Suddenly he thought of something, something so simple and he could not recall if he had missed it. Had he introduced himself to Peter? The trip to town, and tonight’s mental crash had left his mind scattered. ”Did I introduce myself already? If not I’m sorry…. Silly how something so simple as sharing a name can slip ones thoughts at times. Much seems to escape me lately. I’m Sean, Sean Hunter.”
It was then the rain that threatened from earlier, would begin to fall. A light cold mist, one that held promise of a storm. It brought, a brief moment of clarity, stealing his thoughts for a brief moment, as cool drops hit his face. A shiver then, a reminder of a reality and the unanswered question that lingered. His eyes would linger over to where Peter stood as he spoke then. ”I’m just tired of being broken, of being alone and out casted for what hunts me. I think that if there was even a chance of something changing this for me, I would want it.”
How crazy did all that sound? Was there reason in wanting to become a vampire if it meant holding more control over his own mind? Though it was likely it wouldn’t change anything, but it would be a choice. Could it be his own choice? If he were a vampire, he could still die, but Peter had mentioned there was a way to come back. A way to always have a choice, even in an end. What of Peter… Had he wanted to become a vampire? ”How does it work? To be turned…. Is it painful?” He realized it might have been too personal a question as he had asked it, but he was curious now. He desired an understanding, if the man was willing to shine light on such. His curiosity pressed strong that the cold rain was hardly even noticed then.