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OOM - in a car en route to Fangtasia
Oct. 13th, 2014 08:57 pmHe hates it.
He doesn't like being in cramped spaces. And sharing a car, however luxurious, with the Queen of Louisiana and the King of Mississippi can only be described as a cramped experience.
Their egos alone would take up all the space.
Edgington is sprawling, clearly pleased with himself. Sophie-Ann is curled up in the corner, occasionally glaring at Eric. After he'd taken Hadley to see her - and fed on her - Sophie-Ann had been glaring even more daggers at him. But it had worked. Sophie-Ann might have been able to hold her tongue, but Hadley had been terrified and delirious with fear and she'd spilled all of the Queen's secrets. Or rather her cousin Sookie's secrets.
It had been most enlightening.
He'd taken Hadley during the day and then night had fallen and after far too long they'd finally gotten round to getting in the car. He had managed to accidentally brush against Edgington and that was, apparently, taken favorably. But he couldn't stomach doing anything else. Not right now. Not when everything in him wanted to tear him apart.
But no. No.
Not now.
And not something as merciful as a quick death.
The closer they get to Shreveport, the harder it is not to react to how Pam is feeling. The pain. The anger.
The terror.
He has to fight to sit still and now Edgington, in a terribly chipper mood, is talking endlessly and he manages to smile and chuckle when it is warranted.
At least it gives him the satisfaction of seeing Sophie-Ann look disgusted.
Especially when Edgington emphasizes a joke by resting a hand on his knee.
The touch burns like silver. Like Pam's pain burning in his heart.
He laughs and casts his eyes down, as if suddenly shy.
Every time he looks out of the window, he sees Pam's face reflected in the darkness.
and when he closes his eyes he sees his little sister, like a broken doll on the ground, torn apart, and it is his fault for not being there, his shame for not setting things right, for not washing away her death with blood
There's their exit.
Just ten more minutes to go.
He doesn't like being in cramped spaces. And sharing a car, however luxurious, with the Queen of Louisiana and the King of Mississippi can only be described as a cramped experience.
Their egos alone would take up all the space.
Edgington is sprawling, clearly pleased with himself. Sophie-Ann is curled up in the corner, occasionally glaring at Eric. After he'd taken Hadley to see her - and fed on her - Sophie-Ann had been glaring even more daggers at him. But it had worked. Sophie-Ann might have been able to hold her tongue, but Hadley had been terrified and delirious with fear and she'd spilled all of the Queen's secrets. Or rather her cousin Sookie's secrets.
It had been most enlightening.
He'd taken Hadley during the day and then night had fallen and after far too long they'd finally gotten round to getting in the car. He had managed to accidentally brush against Edgington and that was, apparently, taken favorably. But he couldn't stomach doing anything else. Not right now. Not when everything in him wanted to tear him apart.
But no. No.
Not now.
And not something as merciful as a quick death.
The closer they get to Shreveport, the harder it is not to react to how Pam is feeling. The pain. The anger.
The terror.
He has to fight to sit still and now Edgington, in a terribly chipper mood, is talking endlessly and he manages to smile and chuckle when it is warranted.
At least it gives him the satisfaction of seeing Sophie-Ann look disgusted.
Especially when Edgington emphasizes a joke by resting a hand on his knee.
The touch burns like silver. Like Pam's pain burning in his heart.
He laughs and casts his eyes down, as if suddenly shy.
Every time he looks out of the window, he sees Pam's face reflected in the darkness.
There's their exit.
Just ten more minutes to go.
