Post by Alexi Bidlyatenov (Charon) on Mar 6, 2012 16:20:14 GMT -5
Alexi felt a little upset as he trudged with pale hands in pockets, the jeans he was wearing were form hugging wrapping themselves round the contours of his calf and thigh muscles implying more definition to his lithe body than there actually was, he didn't particularly mind the effect that the tight pitch dark jeans had on his body. It made him feel a little better about his reflection, his self image. His body was going to be frozen this way till the end of time if he lived that long, so he had to do all he could with himself to at least somewhat presentable.
Well the fact that he had almost no money to his name didn't help the whole looking presentable thing, his hair fell perfectly across his face, obscuring it slightly but not enough to be be off putting, he didn't sweat or work up any natural odor so he never really had to shower and he'd been wearing the same tiring three sets of clothes to school every day. It didn't bother him what the other kids said, he knew they were terrified of how different he was, how he didn't conform to any sort of social norm, including that of having a girlfriend. No one at school knew this but he'd yet to ever have been with a girl, he'd never kissed one, held hands with one or even shared any intimate contact at all.
That only made him more nervous around some of the kids, he never forgot to put in new blue contacts though, he bought a new pair every month, the exact same color, he still felt awkward, out of place. He could smell each one of their hearts, he could feel the darkness in the shadows, the corners where light didn't hit, he could feel it urging him to kill, to take what was his, the blood in their veins. He just wanted to be normal.
He kicked a large stone across the cold pavement, it was dark, just before midnight and here he was walking down one of the streets, that's all he'd wanted. If he had his way, he'd have died during World war two or perhaps during the Soviet regime, he wouldn't be walking round a dreary American town kicking a stone down the length of one of it's streets. He'd already eaten in the past week, he'd taken a trip to Seattle and feasted. Two homeless people.
Of course his crime went unreported but he was slowly starting to become more and more peturbed with the whole ordeal, killing people sure none of them were innocent, none of them were little kids, none of them had been anything more than criminals. Or homeless people, Alexi had done Seattle a favor by removing such stains from the streets, the police hadn't even said anything on the local news, simply because there was no evidence to find. Alexi cleaned and hid bodies extremely carefully and well.
Of course he'd had nearly a century's practise. His hundred year birthday wasn't far off and he'd probably celebrate it by drinking vodka, lots of vodka, of course it'd taste like dirt and Alexi wouldn't be the slightest bit drunk, but it made him think of home, of Russia, of his mother. Her face lost to time now, pushed aside in the long library of memories to make room for other more important things relative to the boy's survival.
He kicked the stone again and heard it thud against something solid, not a wall, something rubber or leather a shoe. Speaking in heavily accented English he looked over at the obstacle that was shaded in the dark, his hands out of his pockets and at his sides ready to fight "Hello.... who's there?" he wasn't worried but of course if it was a human but if it was a vampire he was already thinking of a way to pull the darkness down behind him and confuse the stranger whilst he had a chance to get away...
Well the fact that he had almost no money to his name didn't help the whole looking presentable thing, his hair fell perfectly across his face, obscuring it slightly but not enough to be be off putting, he didn't sweat or work up any natural odor so he never really had to shower and he'd been wearing the same tiring three sets of clothes to school every day. It didn't bother him what the other kids said, he knew they were terrified of how different he was, how he didn't conform to any sort of social norm, including that of having a girlfriend. No one at school knew this but he'd yet to ever have been with a girl, he'd never kissed one, held hands with one or even shared any intimate contact at all.
That only made him more nervous around some of the kids, he never forgot to put in new blue contacts though, he bought a new pair every month, the exact same color, he still felt awkward, out of place. He could smell each one of their hearts, he could feel the darkness in the shadows, the corners where light didn't hit, he could feel it urging him to kill, to take what was his, the blood in their veins. He just wanted to be normal.
He kicked a large stone across the cold pavement, it was dark, just before midnight and here he was walking down one of the streets, that's all he'd wanted. If he had his way, he'd have died during World war two or perhaps during the Soviet regime, he wouldn't be walking round a dreary American town kicking a stone down the length of one of it's streets. He'd already eaten in the past week, he'd taken a trip to Seattle and feasted. Two homeless people.
Of course his crime went unreported but he was slowly starting to become more and more peturbed with the whole ordeal, killing people sure none of them were innocent, none of them were little kids, none of them had been anything more than criminals. Or homeless people, Alexi had done Seattle a favor by removing such stains from the streets, the police hadn't even said anything on the local news, simply because there was no evidence to find. Alexi cleaned and hid bodies extremely carefully and well.
Of course he'd had nearly a century's practise. His hundred year birthday wasn't far off and he'd probably celebrate it by drinking vodka, lots of vodka, of course it'd taste like dirt and Alexi wouldn't be the slightest bit drunk, but it made him think of home, of Russia, of his mother. Her face lost to time now, pushed aside in the long library of memories to make room for other more important things relative to the boy's survival.
He kicked the stone again and heard it thud against something solid, not a wall, something rubber or leather a shoe. Speaking in heavily accented English he looked over at the obstacle that was shaded in the dark, his hands out of his pockets and at his sides ready to fight "Hello.... who's there?" he wasn't worried but of course if it was a human but if it was a vampire he was already thinking of a way to pull the darkness down behind him and confuse the stranger whilst he had a chance to get away...
