Let go of the monster and become the child

OOC :: Efter en aftale med min medspiller har vi kommet frem til det at jeg fortag mine svar på engelsk mens at min partner skriver på dansk, årsagen er jeg selv er vildt dårlig til dansk i mens at det modsat forgå for min partner, hvis det ikke er okay med to sprog i emnet vil jeg naturligvis skift over til dansk.

Emnet er tilegnet Emmiliana

Time :: 18.10
Place :: De Jeux Playground
Surroundings :: No sight of any human life, the surroundings are clam, people have gone home with the kids, to face another night, but some have yet to come out to play.
Weather :: Clam and cold, it not a hot night, but clam night, no wind, no sound, just a normal cold temperature on the skin.

It was quite and cold when he stepped outside of the hotel, running low on blood, humanity and was about to turn into a sort insanity, but even at the break of sanity he kept himself as compost as he could, acting like if he had been a mere human. But under the lamb looking human was a true monster, ready to kill for the sake of his hunger, how and what it would be that night was not yet known to him but it would have to be human, elf or angel, he never had much hunger for anything else, animal blood said nothing to him for most of the time, it was mere thing that had feet on when he was trapped on a ship, but ever since the plane had been invented the ship part had been removed, he never liked the sea much as a vampire, it was death trap to a vampire, no enough space and to many chances for the sun to get in.

He was a bit paranoid about the sun as a vampire but with an age as his it had got normal, not even moonlight seemed to be something that he enjoyed anymore, he was starting to burn a bit even in the moonlight, it annoyed him to hell sometimes, but things where that way and he was without the power to chance what he was. Getting into the vampire life had been a hard thing back then, constantly hungry after blood he almost killed a small town if he had the chance, his maker was just as cold but more clam about the killing she let him have all the fun for most of the two hundred years before she jointed along, they killed, eat and sometimes they had sex. He never liked the last part of it but since she was more powerful then him, she would offend force him, just for the pleasure, she said that the liked it when he was rough on her, beating her, scratching her and even bitting her, but her fun ended on night, after long scene of blood sucking he manged to kill her, opening his own freedom from her.

He got out of the little flashback as he walked down the road, he went to the park or more to the the playground, it was not place where he would come, not because he liked the place but because that he never felt that childish so that playground stayed out of his touch. But that night he wanted to do sometime before he began his hunt, he went to the playground, making sure that no one had seen him before he walked inside like a ghost. He walk over the playground without a sound, just being invisible to the would around him, before he sat down on a swing. Now he had the time to think and rest a bit, before he would run out into the night. He took a moment to look at himself, a black shirt coved his upper body, cowboy pants on his legs, a black jacket over his shirt and some black combat boots, nothing more was needed that night, since he didn't feel the cold weather, actually he never felt heat or cold, it was a another part that he had lost as a vampire. He looked back down on his hands, pale as marble so was the rest of his skin, along the shoulder long black hair, and a sat of almost red eyes, he was indeed a vampire, beautiful and elegant on the outside but cruel and violent on the inside..

Det havde været en alt for lang dag for pigen der lå midt på gulvet i sin lejlighed. På maven med ansigtet gemt i en pude, og armene spredt ud til siden. Hun havde nok ligget sådan her i en halv times tid, fra hun kom hjem fra arbejde til nu. Men hun følte sig slet ikke bedre på nogen måde. I baggrunden kunne man høre et meget højt klaverspil, deprimerende hvis man følte efter, men stadig ufatteligt smukt. Normalt ville hun få det bedre når hun lyttede til det, men ikke i dag.
Pigen havde været oppe og skændes med en af sine ”klienter” på sine spillesteder og voksen som han var, valgte han at tackle det med en offentlig fyring foran mange musikere og publikum, midt i en af hendes violin forestillinger. Alt for pinligt for pigen, efter hendes egen mening.

Der gik en halv time mere og klokken var ved at være sen. Hun havde ikke fået handlet ind til aftensmad endnu. ”Hvorfor findes der ikke en eller anden, mad teleporter der sender mad fra forretningen direkte ind i min køleskab” mumlede hun så med ansigtet begravet ned i puden, før hun skreg de sidste negative følelser ud og lod dem forsvinde i pudens dun sky. Hun trak sine hænder ind til sig, og lagde dem fladt mod gulvet, lige uden for sine skulder, for så at skubbe til så hun kom op at ’stå’ på sine hænder. Hun trak så benene op så hun kom på alle fire, før hun så endelig fik rejst sig op.
Nu stod hun der, men et lille falsk smil. Kom så smil og vær glad, intet kan skade dig som du er, lige meget hvad der sker, så skal du være glad. Tænkte hun for sig selv og knyttede sin hånd kort før hun fik taget sig sammen.

Efter en kort forberedelses tid, hvor hun havde ledt efter sin pung, og fået taget noget tøj på. Shorts og en top, samt skjorte, for at være nøjagtig og nu var hun på vej ud og døren og på vej mod Terre’s butikker for at handle.

Hun kom gående forbi legepladsen og til at starte med gik hun forbi og hun var nok kommet 10 meter væk, før hun stoppede op og så tilbage mod den. Hun gik forbi her hver dag, og så hvordan små børn, såvel som større, altid grinte og havde det sjovt her. Som om ingenting kunne skade dem. Hun bed sig kort i læben og vendte så om ved tanken. Jeg kunne godt bruge lidt ’sjov’ her, kan være jeg får det bedre. Hun smilte for sig selv, og denne gang var det sandfærdigt og en følelse af uovervindelighed lå skjult i det.

Da hun åbnede den lille port, som var placeret i metal indhegningen, blev hun bare gladere og hun skyndte sig nærmest ind på den anden side af den. Nu stod hun der, med ryggen mod porten, men et kæmpe smil, og en genfundet glæde, som hun plejede at have.
Hun bevægede sig hen til ruchebanen og da hun kom der hen, lagde hun sin hånd lige så stille mod det kolde stål. Hun lukkede sine øjne i og begyndte at tænke Tænk sig at kunne være barn igen, og glemme alt om de voksnes problemer. Hun smilte for sig selv over den glæde hun havde fundet over sådan en lille ting som tankerne bag en legeplads. Hun lod sig falde ned at sidde før hun lagde sig ned. Ryggen mod det den kolde jord. Hun lod sine arme blive spredt ud til siden igen, og lå nu på samme måde som hun gjorde der hjemme, bare med ansigtet op i mod himlen, med struttende nøgne fødder som hun løftede op og placerede mod ruchebanen. ”Nogle gange… ville jeg ønske man kunne være usynlig” mumlede hun så for sig selv og så mod himlen.