The chalet home looked to be in a state of destruction.
What was left of the festering wooden walls, acting as fresh around metal bones, were worn and weakened from weathering and the lack of maintenance. Stains of the fallen leaves from the last year’s winter tattooed dark blotches in a blind-man’s line across the bottom of the threshold and the steps leading up to it were caked with mud and dirt from boots too careless to be cleaned off before they advanced to the door and into the house. The windows were masked with grime and for the most part boarded up, allowing only slivers of natural light to slither through and leak into the nearly vacant home. It was no accident the home was presented in such a way however, the grounds keeper inside intended it’s appearance to be uninhabited beneficial to keeping away uninvited guests such as the one he had currently attracted. Muted blue hues scoped out through the few crevasses the wooden planks provided to the heavily forested surroundings, only to magnet themselves onto a particular trespasser making her way over and into his territory. The closer she came, the less hope of her turning around and leaving him alone the man had. At the sound of her familiar voice, Jeff moved himself from the glass, slow and deliberate, hearing the main entrance open and her light footsteps echo when she walked.
His fingertips skimmed the rough flooring as he pushed himself up from the crouched position he was now resigning from, knowing it was no longer worth his time to attempt and pretend there was no one home. As Jeff had rounded the corner to be met with alcohol and his unwelcomed visitor, he wondered why he had even thought of the decision to acknowledge her other than ignore her presence entirely. His facial expression was cadver-like, not exhausted or aggravated, but lacking it’s usual (but vague) emotion completely, as if there were no longer a trace he was ever alive. He seemed to be struggling against more gravity than everyone else, his bones too heavy for him to carry as his walking began to cease. This had been the case for Jeff the past couple of weeks, months even, but he hadn’t personally been keeping count. He kept his distance, standing only a few feet away.
The killer stayed quiet for a mere moment, eyes studying Sam for any changes he may have not picked up on first glance, it had been awhile since he had last seen her – since he had seen anyone. Jeff rubbed the side of his jaw, smoothing over spikes of the four day old stubble beginning to spread across his chin, feeling nearly drunk on the fatigue after another session of his own night-time game of predator and prey. He looked to the alcohol again, a single eyebrow cocking ever so much as he pondered over the last time he had drank anything other than the water he had been collecting from a small stream nearby. Surely alcohol wouldn’t have been the healthiest choice for his current state, but at least he could get the taste of Earth off his tongue. He gave the bottle one last once over, shaking his head to rid himself of an alcoholic’s craving for booze before ignoring her question and asking for an answer to his own.
“Sam…” The word came out hoarse and rough, but it was the first time he had heard himself talk out loud in a sum of weeks. Jeff cleared his throat. “Why the hell did you come here?”
The demoness hummed, glancing around. She was beginning to wonder if he was even here at the moment, or well, alive even. Humans tended to need their space, and she’d respect that, to an extent. She’d given him a pretty decent while without the blessing of her presence. Her own, surprisingly bare, feet walked quietly along the floor, hoping some noise from her this time would keep him from trying to carve another smile into her cheeks, though the first one had proved fairly useful in scaring humans and demons alike.
She turned, hearing the man stand and followed the sound, stopping when he did. She took her time to examine him, noticing he’d looked like he’d lost quite a bit of weight, probably too much. Her tail twitched irritably, worry spreading onto her features as she tried to think of why he would be so thin. It’s not like he’d been in the woods hunting his own kind for only gods know how long. Oh you hush.
Sam rubbed the back of her head, already dressed for autumn. She’d worn a light, dark green Jacket out here compared to her usual trench coat, but that tends to attract attention. She lightly patted her bun, making sure all of her hair was up there, it seemed a lot curlier than before and there was a faint roundness to her stomach. She hummed, looking at him in curiosity. Had he just turned down booze? It certainly seemed that way.
“Why did i..?” She asked, trying to think up an answer, a few colors sweeping over orange briefly before she shrugged. “I was honestly on my way home and caught your scent, it was hella faint, but it was there, try deer piss, that covers it.”
Did she seem to care she got off topic, not at all as usual. She may have changed a bit physically, but there was no saving her shitty personality.
