Ice-blue eyes peeked from behind a fall of dark hair. In a cold, desolate alleyway there sat a hunched, black-clad figure; his long coat wrapped around him like shroud, the only sign of colour the brilliant, almost-white reflection from his pale face. He sat entrenched in shadows, letting their cool shade sustain him and keep him safe. His mortal enemy, the Sun, mocked him as it nourished the world around him.
He lay in a state of semisomnia, his eyes heavy, unable to fix upon the moving figures in the distance at the end of the alley. Sound and light blurred into one and melted through his mind like drops of liquid metal in a furnace. He had lain there for a long time, waiting for the moon to re-appear; then, the world was his domain again. But for now, he was but a stranger in a strange land.
It felt as if it had been years since he had sat at the bar at the Seven Roses. Years since he had felt the joy of seeing Mystie again, since he had sworn blind Faye was in the room. Pinned into a corner by daylight as he was, all he had were his own thoughts. In his pocket, his fingers toyed with the bottle of pills he had acquired in exchange for assorted valuables, shamefully stolen out of desperation from other creatures of the night. There was only enough in the bottle for a month, but he could feel his natural bloodthirst begin to take over him. If it grew too great, then by the time the night came about, he would go in search of a kill. Gabriel had to make a choice; delve into his precious supply, or risk his very soul?
His shaking hands snapped the bottle open, and he extracted a single pill with great difficulty. Crunching it in his mouth, shiny white fangs glinting out of the darkness, he clenched his fists as he felt the thirst being purged from him. It was never pleasant, but when the thirst had as strong as hold as it did then, it was agonising.
Screwing his eyes shut and bashing his head against the brick wall behind him, Gabriel let out a small cry of pain and grief. The sun still blazed; salvation was not yet here.
He lay in a state of semisomnia, his eyes heavy, unable to fix upon the moving figures in the distance at the end of the alley. Sound and light blurred into one and melted through his mind like drops of liquid metal in a furnace. He had lain there for a long time, waiting for the moon to re-appear; then, the world was his domain again. But for now, he was but a stranger in a strange land.
It felt as if it had been years since he had sat at the bar at the Seven Roses. Years since he had felt the joy of seeing Mystie again, since he had sworn blind Faye was in the room. Pinned into a corner by daylight as he was, all he had were his own thoughts. In his pocket, his fingers toyed with the bottle of pills he had acquired in exchange for assorted valuables, shamefully stolen out of desperation from other creatures of the night. There was only enough in the bottle for a month, but he could feel his natural bloodthirst begin to take over him. If it grew too great, then by the time the night came about, he would go in search of a kill. Gabriel had to make a choice; delve into his precious supply, or risk his very soul?
His shaking hands snapped the bottle open, and he extracted a single pill with great difficulty. Crunching it in his mouth, shiny white fangs glinting out of the darkness, he clenched his fists as he felt the thirst being purged from him. It was never pleasant, but when the thirst had as strong as hold as it did then, it was agonising.
Screwing his eyes shut and bashing his head against the brick wall behind him, Gabriel let out a small cry of pain and grief. The sun still blazed; salvation was not yet here.
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