Tires crunched over the gravel on the driveway, Zander snapping his blue clamshell shut as he finally came to a stop right in front of his home. The Weatherell House was quiet when he finally entered, a full half-hour away from the Cullen’s little thunderstorm party, pushing the heavy oak door shut behind him. “Walter!”…
The clearing was a mess of shattered earth and scorched wood. And gunsmoke, of course. Couldn’t forget the gunsmoke. Vampires didn’t hyperventilate or scream when things went sideways which was what made them panicking even funnier. The sparklers just seemed to compress, getting tighter and twtichier as they almost seemed to vibrate, each one of…
The wind shifted again through the clearing, blowing harder with the storm, as everyone took in a deeper scent of the specific, dusty musk of nomadic predators. Zander let the bat fall droop a bit further. Muscles coiled tight enough to snap a suspension bridge relaxed by a fraction of an inch as he prepared…
“This is your time to pay, this is your judgement day!” Saturday arrived with the sound of thunder, a sledgehammer that growled a rolling bassline vibrating through the sky of Forks. Said sky was a bruised purple, pregnant and ready to burst with clouds holding back a small ocean. “We made a sacrifice and now…
School hallways, no matter the state, always smelled the same. Cheap floor cleaner didn’t really have much to change about it. Time or place didn’t do a thing. Whether it was DC in 2015 or Forks in 2005, it was a scent that Zander Cray had inhaled in two different lifetimes, across two separate generations,…
“First course is served.” The voice filled the room as Zander’s sniper-wielding butler materialized with said course in both hands, a silver tureen in his hands like it was a holy relic or something. “Roasted butternut squash with crème fraîche.” Walter glided around the table, near frictionless in a pair of polished black Oxfords. Uhh-huh….
Steam hissed from a sauté pan, the kitchen alive with the smell of rosemary, onions and fish as the chef of the house went to work. Blue eyes tracked her from burner to burner, Alexis rushing through the cloud from each pan on the fire. A blonde valkyrie navigating her preferred battlefield, she did it…
The clock on the far wall tick-tick-ticked its way past eleven PM, the only sound in the living room that wasn’t either his breathing or the shifting of fabric. The Cullen house air was more sterile than it was clean, the lack of sound from bodies enough to make the space feel much more empty…
Wow. He clicked his tongue, sunglasses sliding down his nose as his eyes roamed the walls and decor. The movies… the movies held back, honestly. With the context that vampires lived here, the Cullen estate made perfect sense once you took your first step inside. I mean, like go full gothic with it at his…
The vampire launched himself forward; a blur of muscle, mass and a near century of combat experience compressed into a single superhuman charge as he aimed to tackle Zander under the dirt. Feet moved before the rest of him, Zander sidestepping like a matador. “Olé!” As Emmett flew past, Zander grabbed the meathead’s massive arm…
