[ Myk ] You are my heroin.
Posted: 12 Oct 2020, 16:10
He had gone away again.
This was becoming a real problem of his. He had a habit of slipping in and out of sleep. The last thing he had remembered was a night out with Myk he had gotten back to his place and blackness it was as if the world had consumed him and eaten him whole. Which, could have been a thing especially when it came to Harper Rock. The man dressed in a beige teddy jacket - puffed at the wrist. Corded chocolate brown trousers, with a light blue shirt.
Fabs didn’t do casual. Autumn his thrall had kept the businesses going in his stead whilst he was ‘away’. The man licked at his lips they were chapped and cracked due to his thirst but the man refused to drink from humans. He was a pacifist in every shape and form. He had ripped out his fangs the night after his siring. Someone as gentle as Fable wasn’t meant to be in this horror story yet he had managed to keep himself sane and fed. Spending money every day on his blood bags if he was able, otherwise resulting in himself going to local blood banks paying someone off there to feed him. His silver tongue had a way of charming the ladies.
Yet he was no ladies man.
Myk had made damn sure if that.
Fabs had an obsession with the unique vampire. There was an instant connection between the two. Fable was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. Every time they were together Fable drowned in his company lapping at every opportunity he could. It was then his possessive nature kicked inside. He was possessive towards anyone else. The company he had kept lately was Autumn his thrall which had been for over a week, maybe two? He couldn’t even remember how long ago he had reamerged for the dark cages of his mind.
The man reached for the handle of his antiques shop and opened it. The bell above the door rattled and chimed. “I’ll be back later.” The red haired woman looked up from her stock list and nodded. She didn’t say much, she never did.
Fable was outside in the crisp autumn air. The crunch of the leaves beneath his feet made him smile. It was his favourite season, and perhaps the reason he had enthralled Autumn. Perhaps she was the one who had enthralled him. He began to walk. There was no specific direction in mind. He hadn’t thought that far ahead he was just walking for the sake of walking.
He pulled headphones from his coat pocket and popped one headphone into each ear dulling the sounds around him as he brought his old big chunky 1st gen iPod out and hit play on Beethoven. A small smile crept along his porcelain features as he relaxed his squared shoulders lowering.
The sound of a train hitting the tracks somewhere near him didn’t phase him. Trains reminded him of Velveteen it was how he had met her to begin with. He veered through a dark alleyway. He was a vampire there was nothing that could jump him and scare him.
Or so he thought.
This was becoming a real problem of his. He had a habit of slipping in and out of sleep. The last thing he had remembered was a night out with Myk he had gotten back to his place and blackness it was as if the world had consumed him and eaten him whole. Which, could have been a thing especially when it came to Harper Rock. The man dressed in a beige teddy jacket - puffed at the wrist. Corded chocolate brown trousers, with a light blue shirt.
Fabs didn’t do casual. Autumn his thrall had kept the businesses going in his stead whilst he was ‘away’. The man licked at his lips they were chapped and cracked due to his thirst but the man refused to drink from humans. He was a pacifist in every shape and form. He had ripped out his fangs the night after his siring. Someone as gentle as Fable wasn’t meant to be in this horror story yet he had managed to keep himself sane and fed. Spending money every day on his blood bags if he was able, otherwise resulting in himself going to local blood banks paying someone off there to feed him. His silver tongue had a way of charming the ladies.
Yet he was no ladies man.
Myk had made damn sure if that.
Fabs had an obsession with the unique vampire. There was an instant connection between the two. Fable was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. Every time they were together Fable drowned in his company lapping at every opportunity he could. It was then his possessive nature kicked inside. He was possessive towards anyone else. The company he had kept lately was Autumn his thrall which had been for over a week, maybe two? He couldn’t even remember how long ago he had reamerged for the dark cages of his mind.
The man reached for the handle of his antiques shop and opened it. The bell above the door rattled and chimed. “I’ll be back later.” The red haired woman looked up from her stock list and nodded. She didn’t say much, she never did.
Fable was outside in the crisp autumn air. The crunch of the leaves beneath his feet made him smile. It was his favourite season, and perhaps the reason he had enthralled Autumn. Perhaps she was the one who had enthralled him. He began to walk. There was no specific direction in mind. He hadn’t thought that far ahead he was just walking for the sake of walking.
He pulled headphones from his coat pocket and popped one headphone into each ear dulling the sounds around him as he brought his old big chunky 1st gen iPod out and hit play on Beethoven. A small smile crept along his porcelain features as he relaxed his squared shoulders lowering.
The sound of a train hitting the tracks somewhere near him didn’t phase him. Trains reminded him of Velveteen it was how he had met her to begin with. He veered through a dark alleyway. He was a vampire there was nothing that could jump him and scare him.
Or so he thought.