One should always have a Plan (Cathy Dawn)
Posted: 15 Jun 2015, 23:29
Doc’s jog, turned out to be more of an all out run. He had started jogging, but as he jogged, the previous events from the last few minutes ran through his head. It was supposed to be a simple movie night with Chubchub, then the Ball and Chain invited herself along. So there he had Chubchub on one side of him...and the Ball and Chain on the other, then she was on his lap.
His jogging speed increased. Cytherea loved to ******* tease him, and tonight it was no exception. She knew that did to him. Did that make her keep her hands to herself? **** no. That was all the more reason for her to keep at it. The jog was now a full fledged sprint to the finish. Doc had just about completed a circuit about the neighborhood, the house in Larch was coming up again in the distance. He passed it by. He was not ready to face the females again. Chubchub would be innocently curious as to why he left, what had happened? And he could see Cytherea once more goading him, taunting him, daring him to answer Chubchub’s questions.
The faster he ran, the more angry he got. It was a situation he couldn’t control. But a situation the Ball and Chain had well in hand. His hands balled into fists as his arms and legs pumped faster, carrying him at full speed once more around the neighborhood. He liked things in order. In order that he created. He disliked, no. He hated haphazardness that was born from erratic thoughts and spur of the moment ideas. Things should be planned and plotted. There should a well laid out order to things. When things were done on the spur of the moment, it was never good. It would come back to haunt you.
Yes things should be planned out, but that was not what he did when he saw the Blonde jogger half a block ahead of him. He had not even contemplating an attack. He was out running to get rid of some aggression. But somehow, somewhere along the line, Doc lost sight of the fact that he was about to break his own rule.
Doc torpedoed into the petite blonde, taking her completely off her feet, and landing with her, beside an unkempt hedge. He never even had a conscious thought about attacking her. It was a blitz attack. The hit was fast, hard and brutal. The blonde never saw it coming, and was most likely stunned by the brutality of the hit. It was an instinctive reaction for him. A predator seeing prey, and taking it down. He sank fangs into her neck.
Rarely did he feed from a human. It was too dangerous, too many had been seen. It was risking a breach to the masquerade. But the sweet coppery taste of the blonde’s warm blood brought a sense of order and satisfaction back to his world. All too soon he was once more aware of his surroundings. Breaking his hold and sealing the wound on the mostly unconscious female, he rakes his hands through his hair. ****! ****!
Reaching down he double checked her pulse. It was healthy and strong. Accessing her wounds, he noted she would have some road rash on her knees and one arm, but other than that, she was mostly alright. Relief filled him. He rearranged the female’s body, so that would think she fell and knocked herself out while jogging. Content with his rather hurried handiwork, Doc melted into the shadows and headed back the to house where Cytherea and Kaelyn waited.
His jogging speed increased. Cytherea loved to ******* tease him, and tonight it was no exception. She knew that did to him. Did that make her keep her hands to herself? **** no. That was all the more reason for her to keep at it. The jog was now a full fledged sprint to the finish. Doc had just about completed a circuit about the neighborhood, the house in Larch was coming up again in the distance. He passed it by. He was not ready to face the females again. Chubchub would be innocently curious as to why he left, what had happened? And he could see Cytherea once more goading him, taunting him, daring him to answer Chubchub’s questions.
The faster he ran, the more angry he got. It was a situation he couldn’t control. But a situation the Ball and Chain had well in hand. His hands balled into fists as his arms and legs pumped faster, carrying him at full speed once more around the neighborhood. He liked things in order. In order that he created. He disliked, no. He hated haphazardness that was born from erratic thoughts and spur of the moment ideas. Things should be planned and plotted. There should a well laid out order to things. When things were done on the spur of the moment, it was never good. It would come back to haunt you.
Yes things should be planned out, but that was not what he did when he saw the Blonde jogger half a block ahead of him. He had not even contemplating an attack. He was out running to get rid of some aggression. But somehow, somewhere along the line, Doc lost sight of the fact that he was about to break his own rule.
Doc torpedoed into the petite blonde, taking her completely off her feet, and landing with her, beside an unkempt hedge. He never even had a conscious thought about attacking her. It was a blitz attack. The hit was fast, hard and brutal. The blonde never saw it coming, and was most likely stunned by the brutality of the hit. It was an instinctive reaction for him. A predator seeing prey, and taking it down. He sank fangs into her neck.
Rarely did he feed from a human. It was too dangerous, too many had been seen. It was risking a breach to the masquerade. But the sweet coppery taste of the blonde’s warm blood brought a sense of order and satisfaction back to his world. All too soon he was once more aware of his surroundings. Breaking his hold and sealing the wound on the mostly unconscious female, he rakes his hands through his hair. ****! ****!
Reaching down he double checked her pulse. It was healthy and strong. Accessing her wounds, he noted she would have some road rash on her knees and one arm, but other than that, she was mostly alright. Relief filled him. He rearranged the female’s body, so that would think she fell and knocked herself out while jogging. Content with his rather hurried handiwork, Doc melted into the shadows and headed back the to house where Cytherea and Kaelyn waited.