R E A N I M A T O R

@fracturedportrait Continued from Here.

“And what is the worst that could happen, Cecil?” she tugged the mortal closer, making sure that was was tucked nicely between herself and the other vampire, pale fingers running down the lovely slope of his neck. They were in a dark corner of the club, well shadowed and as intimate as they could get while still being so very public. She exchanged a look with Inx before continuing, sensing one of his hands at her hip and the other on Cecil’s.

“So what if someone sees the three of us…enjoying ourselves? There is no crime in that, darling – -”

“Incorrigible. the two of you are positively- Incorrigible.” Cecil grumbled, the solid weight of inx’s hand at his hip soon becoming the vice-like grip of the immortal biker’s entire arm. “ey! I fully intend to weasel my way out of this, you two.” He huffed, the argument falling short as he leaned into the brush of Val’s fingers. “no, but public indecency and big guy back here coming at me dry certainly has to be illegal somewhere!? At least it should be. I’ll petition the statehouse.”

Cecil grunted, face buried in Inx’s chest and an arm thrown around Val’s waist. He must have fallen asleep on the couch again, that was the only way he ended up on top of Inx, and the only way he subsequently ended up rolled off so the larger could get up for work. A clap of thunder made him jolt, squinting blue eyes into the dim light if the bedroom and sending him to his feet.

“Easy killer, just thunder. It’s not even raining.” Inx laughed, pulling on his jacket and scratching the scruff on his face with a chuckle. “Take care a’ the old lady today, I’ve got a long day going through a new shipment to the shop and Circus still hasn’t figured out what’s food and what isn’t food.” He groaned, Cecil nodding sleepily and wordlessly holding his arms out to the zombie. “Christ, morgueboy, needy today?”

“Needy everyday, it’s who I am as a person, hug me goodbye you corpse bastard.” Cecil teased, Inx drawing him into a hug and resting a kiss on his nose. “hmmmm~ I’m keeping this sweater, by the way, it gives me the perfect fabric to arm length ratio for swatting the shit out of you with the ends of my sleeves.” He insisted, voice quiet to avoid waking Valturze. “You need anything call me. Unless it’s bail money, then I love you, but you get to sit in jail and think about what you did.” He smirked, Inx snorting and swatting Cecil on the thigh. “Hey!”

“Go to bed, Cecil, it’s six in the morning. I don’t want you awake and unsupervised.” The zombie smirked, Cecil sneaking another kiss before flopping back into the soft purple sheets, curling Val into his chest and shutting his eyes. “I”ll be home around midnight, alright? You two don’t get into too much trouble while I’m out- that means no art projects, or cleaning out my side of the closet or-”

“Inx. babe. work. leave. love ya. bye.” Cecil grunted, flapping one bright orange sleeve at Inx and sending the older on his way, snuggling into Val’s cold frame with a yawn. “bluh, finally.” he muttered, another peal of thunder shaking the window panes. “How on earth are you sleeping through this, Val?” he questioned, squinting a the vampire’s pretty face. “it’s loud enough to shake the house.”

Look what you've done                            Now I'm a mess...

[ mxrtuary ]

Xeon knew he wasn’t supposed to be down here.

Practicing in the closest morgue had been a stupid idea, he realised as he paused in front of the drawers. What if he got someone who’d been dead too long? Or who was pissed he woke them up? It had happened before, after all.

He looked around, peering into the dark corners of the room. Between his fear of the dark and his fear of being caught, the dark had originally seemed like the lesser of two evils. He was doubting that choice now. He turned back to open the drawer, looking around again as the metal creaked. 

Nothing moved, so he turned back to the girl on the slab in front of him, not much younger than he was. He cupped his hands and was waiting for the familiar ball of light to appear when he heard footsteps. Forgetting all about practice, he dived to hide under a table, holding his breath.

“...I’m getting tired of being used as a late-night supermarket for God’s grumpiest mistake.” Cecil groaned, trudging into the back of the morgue and piling organs into a tupperware container, seemingly unaware that he wasn’t alone. “There... that should keep him out of my hair for at least a week... I hope.” He sighed, closing the lid and then pausing. “You know I know you’re in here, right?” he questioned, taking off his rubber gloves and pulling a pair of leather ones on.

“I thought you were the big grumpy dude until he came in the front door, so you’ve got about five minutes to show yourself before I call the cops.” He called, pushing a hand through messy hair and letting out a yawn. “What are you doing in a morgue, anyway? not exactly the most hopping if night time destinations, I’m here because I have to be.” he sighed, crouching down with a frown.

“Who says I’m your age?”

“Maybe I just look real good for a pensioner”

“There’s no way you’re older than like, 30.”

If you sleep tonight....                    The visitation of the ghost...

She glared at the boy, Valturze genuinely offended. “W-what no? No, God, no I am not. You’ve never actually had someone who – -” she cut herself off with a decisive shake of her head, that was not why she was here. To be distracted by silly questions and eighties pop culture references.

Of course Val was ‘weird’ he just had the reason wrong.

Clearing her throat she tried again, composing her pale features. “I happen to know you are not entirely close at 3am. You serve a very…specific clientele. And I’m here to ask you about that. If you don’t mind…” the look in her eyes made it clear that while me might mind she didn’t. Val came for information and would not leave until she had it.

“You’d be surprised at what I see here. trust me.” Cecil insisted, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “But thankfully, I think the weekend at bernie’s thing is just something my boss made up to keep me vigilant. Not that everything else doesn’t keep me on my toes.” He sighed, scratching the dark circles under his eyes as he listened to the stranger.

“I’m not going to lie, I really, really don’t like the way you’re eyeballing me.”

“Uh- we’re closed to the public, ma’am. it’s like... three am.”