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adoctorsworld2012-01-02 12:44 am
ignaviae) wrote in adoctorsworld2012-01-02 12:44 am
the hunt.
[There are times when John simply can't help himself. Where the call to fight simply bypass all of his laziness and he has to run and hunt. It usually happens during the full moon in the middle of April, but with so much of Rose's blood in his system its been happening more and more lately, whether the moon is at its fullest or there is no sign of it in the night's sky. He simply has to hunt.
Which is why, tonight, he's crouched on a tree in the London countryside, one tongue pressing against one of the more prominent fangs - the stereotypical vampire fangs, actually - that he's allowed to drop down, his eyes blazing crimson in the dark of the night sky. His sneakers slip slightly on the branch, the grip of his hands catching him and keeping him steady as he adjusts his positioning, eyes boring into the treetops below as if he could see right through them. And, in a way, he can.
The heat of living bodies in the forest below, the sound of hearts fluttering, blood rushing. things living beings can't help. Things vampires can always sense. It gives him a unique look at the forest below, makes it so easy to track down the movement of any living thing beneath him.
And yet, despite all of that, there's just one person who's managed to elude his senses tonight. His main prey. Blending into the collective heartbeat of the forest, far enough downwind that he can't pick up the unique scent of her blood. But just you wait, Rose Tyler. This game of tag is far from over. Vampires are inherently stubborn creatures, just as much as wolves are. And he has the laziness of a demon to aide in his simply sitting and waiting for prey to fall into his lap.
Then again, he supposes Rose has the value of Patience to aide her, so the point is moot, really. But either way, he is going to win tonight. He's determined.]
Which is why, tonight, he's crouched on a tree in the London countryside, one tongue pressing against one of the more prominent fangs - the stereotypical vampire fangs, actually - that he's allowed to drop down, his eyes blazing crimson in the dark of the night sky. His sneakers slip slightly on the branch, the grip of his hands catching him and keeping him steady as he adjusts his positioning, eyes boring into the treetops below as if he could see right through them. And, in a way, he can.
The heat of living bodies in the forest below, the sound of hearts fluttering, blood rushing. things living beings can't help. Things vampires can always sense. It gives him a unique look at the forest below, makes it so easy to track down the movement of any living thing beneath him.
And yet, despite all of that, there's just one person who's managed to elude his senses tonight. His main prey. Blending into the collective heartbeat of the forest, far enough downwind that he can't pick up the unique scent of her blood. But just you wait, Rose Tyler. This game of tag is far from over. Vampires are inherently stubborn creatures, just as much as wolves are. And he has the laziness of a demon to aide in his simply sitting and waiting for prey to fall into his lap.
Then again, he supposes Rose has the value of Patience to aide her, so the point is moot, really. But either way, he is going to win tonight. He's determined.]