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undergrounds2016-05-15 05:26 pm
emotioneater) wrote in undergrounds2016-05-15 05:26 pm
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The Fool On The Hill
A. Cooper needed to get out more. This was quite apparent to him as word reached him of Millicent’s latest plans. Letting her vamps run wild seemed like a bad, bad idea to him. He knew a thing or two about losing control and knew none of it ever came to any good. There was no fool like an old fool. Not that Cooper would ever say such words aloud where they could get back to Miss High ‘n Mighty. He liked living, thank you very much. There was nothing to do but go for a ride. He dusted off one of his motorcycles and took off into the night.
After a few blocks, any worries he had seemed to be far away. The only one he currently had was avoiding the suicidal public, who seemed determined to walk in the middle of the road. He yelled out in annoyance at the latest person to get in his way. “Hey! Get your head outta your arse and move it!” When would he learn to keep his mouth shut? Probably never.
B. Leaving the bike behind, he hit the local pubs. It occurred to Cooper that he was a bit peckish. Seeing as how he was out of contact with his usual blood donor, he was going to need someone else to bite into. It didn’t take long for his eyes to land on someone who looked like they might be up for being used as a blood bag. He sidled on up to them and crossed his fingers there were no overzealous hunters working in this part of town.
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After a few blocks, any worries he had seemed to be far away. The only one he currently had was avoiding the suicidal public, who seemed determined to walk in the middle of the road. He yelled out in annoyance at the latest person to get in his way. “Hey! Get your head outta your arse and move it!” When would he learn to keep his mouth shut? Probably never.
B. Leaving the bike behind, he hit the local pubs. It occurred to Cooper that he was a bit peckish. Seeing as how he was out of contact with his usual blood donor, he was going to need someone else to bite into. It didn’t take long for his eyes to land on someone who looked like they might be up for being used as a blood bag. He sidled on up to them and crossed his fingers there were no overzealous hunters working in this part of town.
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Cooper's hand found its way back into the tangles of her red hair. He stroked through it with an absentminded, content air. "Are you sure now? I can make a mean omelet when I put my mind to it." He'll do as he's warranted to do: watch over Nancy in his own way to make sure she's safe. Too often it seemed as if she never took herself into consideration, only those around her.
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Really, she was just happy he was offering to make her food.
He was right, though. Time and time again, Nancy was the last person she thought about.
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"Alright. Just let me know if you change your mind." He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, content to just let things be as they are for the moment. He could push things or try to figure out his own feelings towards Nancy. But not right now. All that is for later when he feels like sifting through his complicated mind. It's rare for the vampire to find a moment of pure peace. He'll savor this one.