Snippet #1699335

Drake sat up suddenly, his foot falling of the chair. Oh, something good was going on. Drake cocked his head back and inhaled deeply. Oh, was that fear he smelled? Yes, that sounded right. Mmm, it smelled good. Following his nose, Drake made his way quietly to the kitchen. Oh, how ironic. Was dinner served. Actually, it was near lunch time. Maybe after he'd had a bite to eat he could feed the humans that were still alive. Speaking of that, which human was going to die. curiously Drake poked his head into the kitchen. Scents from breakfast still wafted lightly thought the room, almost overpowered by the prevailing scent of fear.

Monica and Tom. Tom seemed to have the upper hand, but Monica was holding her own. Personally, Drake hoped that Tom would win. The man seemed more capable. He'd be able to kill more humans effectively. But it honestly didn't matter. Even thought Tom probably wouldn't taste all that good, it would still be a meal.

Drake slipped in, shutting the oak door behind him with a gentle click. Then he leaned on the door, tipping his head back with a lazy grin. He closed his eyes. Mmm, it smelled so good. It reminded him of days gone by, traveling up and down the countryside with James, over rolling hills and to various homes. Those had been the good days. Quite a bit of work, but still a good lot of fun. He was so wrapped up in the scent and his own excitement that he didn't realize how much of a mess he looked. His hair was ruffled, his collared shirt rumpled, he was missing a shoe, and his had ink stain smeared on his face and hands.

'Don't mind me. Carry on." He said softly, pleasantly, as if he was interrupting no more than a heated debate or a chess match. "But I must warm you that If someone doesn't die soon, no one will get out alive." He said, eyes still closed and head tipped back, the purple veins of his pale almost translucent neck visible. Maybe they'd attack him. that'd be great fun as well. He hadn't had a good fight in a while, in fear of killing they prey and loosing the soul. But here there were so many it wouldn't hurt all that much to loose one.