#claude;

The hunter looked tired. Then again, there wasn't often, he noticed, that she wasn't. He was around more than she realized, and he kept to himself. Watching, waiting, and keeping tabs. He was waiting until she was ready. The good part was, she wouldn't even know when the time came. As the hunter flopped back on her bed, a little black spider crawled onto her windowsill to settle in for the night, and whisper nightmares in her ear.

Caroline groaned as fever racked her body. Moonlight spilled through her windows in streaks through the plastic blinds. Her body ached with the repercussions of the week’s hunts. She turned onto her back, feeling the taught muscles strain and try to relax, though there was a perpetual twitch in her shoulder she couldn’t stretch out. She turned for ten minutes, trying to arrange herself into a cool, comfortable position, but her entire body felt disgusting, though she smelled of lavender after the night’s shower.

After thirty minutes in restless darkness, the young woman shot up, throwing her covers forward in frustration. She left her bedroom for a few minutes to turn down the temperature and bring back a glass of water.

As she settled in again, she peeled off her shirt, throwing it to the side. Chilled air brushed up against her skin. She wished it was winter, then she could just open a window and let the snowy breeze drift in…

Caroline molded herself into the pillows as sleep crept up. She blinked slowly. The sensation was intoxicating at the end of two days without rest. Dark fingers dragged her brain down into a restless sleep, but it was sleep none the less. Figures from her past, her parents, Ben, and hunters she’d lost clawed at her with demonic claws in her dreams, tearing her muscles from her bones in her mind as morning grew closer.

Caroline awoke with a small start. She pulled the sheets up to her chin immediately. The thin fabric settled over her gently. They were chilled, and the air felt cold on her face. She must have turned the thermostat down too far in the night. Nonetheless, she imagined she would spend her day lounging on the white couch, recovering from the week’s work, so she nestled back down into the warm pillows.

The dark, starless night had yielded way for the gentle onset of morning. Claude enjoyed the nights she was restless. It made his job that much easier. He watched her start, and the way her eyes drifted lazily around the room as she found her bearings, differentiating the glow of morning from the crimson tint that seemed to soak her dreams to match her bloody past.

Caroline groaned as fever racked her body. Moonlight spilled through her windows in streaks through the plastic blinds. Her body ached with the repercussions of the week’s hunts. She turned onto her back, feeling the taught muscles strain and try to relax, though there was a perpetual twitch in her shoulder she couldn’t stretch out. She turned for ten minutes, trying to arrange herself into a cool, comfortable position, but her entire body felt disgusting, though she smelled of lavender after the night’s shower. 

After thirty minutes in restless darkness, the young woman shot up, throwing her covers forward in frustration. She left her bedroom for a few minutes to turn down the temperature and bring back a glass of water. 

As she settled in again, she peeled off her shirt, throwing it to the side. Chilled air brushed up against her skin. She wished it was winter, then she could just open a window and let the snowy breeze drift in… 

Caroline molded herself into the pillows as sleep crept up. She blinked slowly. The sensation was intoxicating at the end of two days without rest. Dark fingers dragged her brain down into a restless sleep, but it was sleep none the less. Figures from her past, her parents, Ben, and hunters she’d lost clawed at her with demonic claws in her dreams, tearing her muscles from her bones in her mind as morning grew closer. 

claxde ♔ meme