Snippet #2225037

Miss Mallory was an utter mess. James was too for that matter, but for different reasons. But for a single moment he had her utter attention, as she sobbed and questioned his motives. He paused for a moment and tipped his head slightly to one side, red eyes fixing on her face again. "Why, my dear, isn't it obvious? So I can eat your little human souls." Her eyes grew round and wide. Perhaps it hadn't been that obvious then, she was quite surprised. Silly human. She would die soon enough though, he would make sure of it. Letting her in on all the secrets was great fun, but she couldn't be allowed the go and spread them around. Not that there were many to share the secrets with. Why, she could tell an end table, or Lira's dead body, or maybe a window pane, but nothing of any matter. Just as it should be. And her soul would taste all the better for the fright, what with all the strong emotion probably coursing through her thimble of a body at the moment.

A loud clap brought him out of his amusement a few second after. It made Miss Mallory jump too. Drake whirled around, irritated. "What do you want, Hassen?" His voice reflected his annoyance as he pivoted. He knew it was Hassen, because James was lying on the ground and no one else would dare try to catch his attention in such a way. He tolerated it from Hassen though, because he didn't know better. If he hadn't have picked the stitches out of the wound so often, maybe he'd have a better mouth to carry his voice, but humans would be humans, wouldn't they?

Speaking of humans, there were two following Hassen, Drake noticed as he turned fully. The new ones. "Ah, made some new friends, have we?" He commented, his voice slightly more genial than it had been at first. "If there's a problem, you'll just have to cope, boy, if not, have fun with whatever it is you plan to do." He said as he grabbed Lira's body by the throat and hauled it over his shoulder. No need to leave that laying out in the middle of the floor, like James was currently doing.

"And about our friends, Hassen, check on Allease later. I fear she might be festering, she hasn't been out of her room since yesterday, and I'm not going to feed a useless body, and James is a bit too put out to do anything at the moment." He strolled past the trio of humans, ignoring the two new guests. He was going to disappear back in his quarters and sleep off his headache for a few hours before venturing out to purchase more food for the humans. And perhaps a new player, if all went well.

James, who was still bleeding profusely, paid little attentions to his surroundings until Hassen made an entrance. With a man and a woman trailing behind him. James struggled to sit up, still pressing one hand to his throat to staunch the bleeding that was making his face look whiter than a sheet. Linnie looked to be in shock. If he hadn't been too busy trying to keep himself conscious, he would have done something to comfort her, although there probably wasn't much he could do, considering he probably looked a sight and was part of the reason for her semi-catatonic state. The boy really didn't want to be stepped on, as laying out in the middle of the hall would probably promise, and he had to be somewhat on his guard because Hassen was around. Hassen had never really been on to kick him while he was down for the count too much though, considering all the times James had been in various states of damage. Broken fingers, stab wounds, strangulation, and once a broken neck had plagued him since Hassen joined the group. Okay, the broken neck had been entirely his fault, climbing too far out onto the roof, but other than that.

The boy managed to prop himself up on the wall with a bit of effort, leaning next to Linnie and trying desperately not to touch her. His fingers were still clamped like a vice around his neck, which was now dribbling instead of spurting, as he was at a better angle for gravity, and he was actually very close to running out of blood anyway. It was all on the rug. Another thing to clean up later, oh joy.

James fixed his narrowed eyes on Hassen as the other passed, not threateningly, but warily. Like he could be threatening in this state anyway. Hassen seemed interested in some other task though, so there wasn't much point, other than the fact that he looked downright mournful and in pain with his eyes narrowed like that. The green eyes flicked briefly to the man and the woman, but they didn't hold much interest at the moment. He was too busy worrying about Linnie and tracking Hassen's movements. Everything would be fine so long as no one bothered Linnie. If not, well, James would probably end up being beat up some more. As such is the way of the somewhat immortal life.