#ofcreatures

Isla looked outside the window of the train that was taking her to her new...everything. Everything seemed to rush passed her, just like her life. Isla had signed her contract just like she was supposed to, and was now on the next train to her future...husband? Partner? She didn’t really know what to call him in this arrangement, honestly. From the look of the file she’d been given, Isla was being paired with someone who had been previously “married” before. She wondered what he would be like, this Isaiah Sanderson in her file. He’d studied ancient history and archeology, which could be sort of common ground for them, since she’d studied art history and design. She had so many questions spinning around in her head. Would he be kind? Upset that he’d lost his first partner and was now being assigned a new one? Isla didn’t know.

He moved quickly and slammed the door open when he saw the shadows hovering over her. He let out a growl and the shadows noticed him. One of them had the nerve to crack a smile.

“She seems delicious, Kingston,” a whisper came from the one who cracked a smile, “Can we eat her?”

“Get the fuck away from her,” Ryder said between his bared teeth.

“Aw come on don’t be like that. We want to have fun with her.”

Ryder growled before pouncing on the one nearest her. He ripped into the shadows neck killing it instantly. The others wailed before moving away from him. 

“You’re going to pay for that, Kingston. We’re coming for you and that woman as well.”

Michael was on edge, his body covered with bullet wounds from the vampires that found him. He should have been healing, and he knew this, but whatever the bullets were laced with prevented the healing process from completely taking place. He couldn’t even find the strength to force the bullets from his body. He remained in his hybrid form, knowing that if he shifted back, he would be defenseless if anything returned to attack him. He shrunk deeper in the shadows hearing footsteps approach him. He didn’t want anyone to get closer to him in fear of being attacked. 

“Honestly, dear, humans are getting stupider.” Echidna rested against the bedhead, an exasperated sigh slipping from her lips. Her day had been long, the idiots had been more idiotic, and all Echidna wanted to do was rip some heads off. At least she knew that she wasn’t alone in that- her husband was just as unimpressed with these parts of the world, and she doubted that would ever change. 

“Please tell me your day wasn’t as draining.”

                                “ You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself. I have to say your art skills are pretty good.” Jason gave a half hearted smile exhaling deeply as both hands would delve into the side pockets of his denim black jacket. Head cocked to the side as jawline would clench, blue soft hues would observe Elsa carefully.” I may of had a terrible week but looking at your creations seems to make me forget the negativity which is attatched to my life. I am sorry if I am getting a little sentimental & deep but when it comes to art it usually evokes an emotional response.” Tone of voice sounding more soft in tone head dipped down, corner of his lip would jerk to the side proceeding to take a step closer as nostrils would flare. Hand twitched up, digits running across the side of his neck.” Did you want me to pour you a drink, maybe you can tell me how your day went?”