Nightfall (G) One shot - Challenge #143
Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 4:50 am
Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight, any of its characters or dialog.
Rated G
A/N: Hugs and thanks to PNWgal for checking this over for me!
Nightfall
Nightfall, twilight, sundown, eventide, dusk. It doesn’t matter what it’s called or what time zone I’m in. When it happens, my body just knows.
Hearing is the first sense to awaken. The hum of the freezer creeps into the edges of my consciousness. The traffic noise on the street below gradually resumes its normal level.
Scent comes next. I inhale deeply, taking stock of my surroundings. I reassure myself that all is as it should be.
Then I feel the familiar ache in my jaw as my fangs extend, reminding me I need to feed. A huge yawn stretches my mouth and allows for full extension, relieving some of the ache.
And finally, I open my eyes. I push open the lid of my freezer and sit up, looking around at the same pale tile walls that surround my secret. Climbing out of my freezer I reach for the towel hanging on the nearby hook and rub the remnants of frost from my body. I slip into my drawstring pajama bottoms; the cool silk caresses my skin as I pad barefoot to the kitchen and its hidden supply of the only nourishment my body craves – blood.
Some nights the blood lust can be sated with a glass or two. If I’m stressed about a case, I’ll work out in my loft until the tension has been spent, gulping blood as others would gulp water. Other nights the blood lust is so strong it can only be satisfied by mainlining. The rush is euphoric and I lean back in a stupor until my fangs recede and the vampire definition of normality returns. To hell with exercise.
Tonight is one of those nights. I inject the blood directly into my vein. While warm blood may taste better, mainlining is always best when it’s ice cold. I can literally feel it running through my body, cooling the lust in my veins. As I come down from my high, I flip on my computer, wondering what the rest of the world has been up to while I’ve been in the deep freeze.
“A promising life cut tragically short. Tonight, a killer is on the loose.”
The end.
Rated G
A/N: Hugs and thanks to PNWgal for checking this over for me!
Nightfall
Nightfall, twilight, sundown, eventide, dusk. It doesn’t matter what it’s called or what time zone I’m in. When it happens, my body just knows.
Hearing is the first sense to awaken. The hum of the freezer creeps into the edges of my consciousness. The traffic noise on the street below gradually resumes its normal level.
Scent comes next. I inhale deeply, taking stock of my surroundings. I reassure myself that all is as it should be.
Then I feel the familiar ache in my jaw as my fangs extend, reminding me I need to feed. A huge yawn stretches my mouth and allows for full extension, relieving some of the ache.
And finally, I open my eyes. I push open the lid of my freezer and sit up, looking around at the same pale tile walls that surround my secret. Climbing out of my freezer I reach for the towel hanging on the nearby hook and rub the remnants of frost from my body. I slip into my drawstring pajama bottoms; the cool silk caresses my skin as I pad barefoot to the kitchen and its hidden supply of the only nourishment my body craves – blood.
Some nights the blood lust can be sated with a glass or two. If I’m stressed about a case, I’ll work out in my loft until the tension has been spent, gulping blood as others would gulp water. Other nights the blood lust is so strong it can only be satisfied by mainlining. The rush is euphoric and I lean back in a stupor until my fangs recede and the vampire definition of normality returns. To hell with exercise.
Tonight is one of those nights. I inject the blood directly into my vein. While warm blood may taste better, mainlining is always best when it’s ice cold. I can literally feel it running through my body, cooling the lust in my veins. As I come down from my high, I flip on my computer, wondering what the rest of the world has been up to while I’ve been in the deep freeze.
“A promising life cut tragically short. Tonight, a killer is on the loose.”
The end.
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