Post by JEREMIAH XAVIER WINCHESTER on May 25, 2013 3:08:12 GMT
a lesson never learned
[style=border-right:10px solid #000000; letter-spacing:0px; border-top:10px solid #cccccc; background-color:#cccccc; padding: 3px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px; ]He looked down the streets of the disgusting city of Manuka and wished so badly to be back home where he belonged. So far in his little journey to winning Ryland over was going well, but there was bound to be something bad to happen soon. He felt like he was getting somewhere with her, but the girl was so fucking unpredictable that he couldn’t tell sometimes. Of course he could read her thoughts and knew everything about her, but sometimes she just thought a thousand different things about him at once and it was hard to decipher. He was probably going to have to call in one of his buddies from home here soon, but until he was certain that he was in over his head, he was going to remain under the radar. Jeremiah was hardly ever in over his head, so what was it that made this situation so different?
He would never admit it to himself, but he was actually starting to like Ryland. He felt alive when he was around her. it was amazing that he even felt anything at all, because it had been so long since he had ever felt anything other than hatred towards something. when he was around her, he could just feel like he could be himself. It was hard to know exactly who he was though because he played the part of so many different people. When he was home, he was the stone cold, hard faced guy you looked at and never wanted to mess with. He was in no one’s friend’s list, nor did he want to be. He was an asshole to anyone that talked to him and he liked not having people in his life to screw everything up.
Since he had been in Manuka, things had changed just slightly. He had to pretend that he liked Ryland’s friends, but then ended up actually liking them after talking to them. He had to act like this guy who everyone would love when he was around Ryland or else she would know he was a giant faker. But even after dreading it for so long, he found himself somehow enjoying himself around her and her friends. Something had gotten into him, and he didn’t like it. He wasn’t even sure if he was going to be able to murder her after all of this. But he never left a job undone, so he would somehow get it under his wing. She would be dead after falling head over heels in love with him one way or the other, and he would get his money, and he would leave this fucked up city.
For now, he needed to let off some steam and get some of his anger out of his system. What he really needed was to be a dick to someone so he could reassure himself that he still had it in him. The club was a good place to start, but he wasn’t sure just how long he was going to be able to stand the idiotic people that would be there. He hoped he would meet a girl and get her to want to go home with him just so he could call her a whore and push her away. Something was needed for him to get him back on track. Hell, he would do just about anything to make himself feel better about this stupid fucked up situation.
When he reached the nightclub he waited in line until it was his turn. He gave the woman his ID and got a band, and winked at her before walking into the club. First thing’s first, he needed a fucking drink. Or eight. He walked to the bar and got three shots of whiskey. After shooting them back, he looked into the crowd. There had to be someone here tonight looking to get laid. Oh fuck, he might just get someone to go home with and fuck them before calling them a whore. That way he could get some action into it before going home. Just as long as Ryland didn’t show up, he would be okay. But she was a hunter and she would never come here or be welcome here. She’d get eaten alive… literally. Sometimes he was glad that he was an immortal, but other times he wished he was a regular human. Of course he would never be who he was today if that were the case, nor would he be here with this job. He should be more thankful, but that just wasn’t who he was.
[style=border-right:10px solid #000000; letter-spacing:0px; border-top:10px solid #cccccc; background-color:#cccccc; padding: 3px; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; line-height:9px; ]He looked down the streets of the disgusting city of Manuka and wished so badly to be back home where he belonged. So far in his little journey to winning Ryland over was going well, but there was bound to be something bad to happen soon. He felt like he was getting somewhere with her, but the girl was so fucking unpredictable that he couldn’t tell sometimes. Of course he could read her thoughts and knew everything about her, but sometimes she just thought a thousand different things about him at once and it was hard to decipher. He was probably going to have to call in one of his buddies from home here soon, but until he was certain that he was in over his head, he was going to remain under the radar. Jeremiah was hardly ever in over his head, so what was it that made this situation so different?
He would never admit it to himself, but he was actually starting to like Ryland. He felt alive when he was around her. it was amazing that he even felt anything at all, because it had been so long since he had ever felt anything other than hatred towards something. when he was around her, he could just feel like he could be himself. It was hard to know exactly who he was though because he played the part of so many different people. When he was home, he was the stone cold, hard faced guy you looked at and never wanted to mess with. He was in no one’s friend’s list, nor did he want to be. He was an asshole to anyone that talked to him and he liked not having people in his life to screw everything up.
Since he had been in Manuka, things had changed just slightly. He had to pretend that he liked Ryland’s friends, but then ended up actually liking them after talking to them. He had to act like this guy who everyone would love when he was around Ryland or else she would know he was a giant faker. But even after dreading it for so long, he found himself somehow enjoying himself around her and her friends. Something had gotten into him, and he didn’t like it. He wasn’t even sure if he was going to be able to murder her after all of this. But he never left a job undone, so he would somehow get it under his wing. She would be dead after falling head over heels in love with him one way or the other, and he would get his money, and he would leave this fucked up city.
For now, he needed to let off some steam and get some of his anger out of his system. What he really needed was to be a dick to someone so he could reassure himself that he still had it in him. The club was a good place to start, but he wasn’t sure just how long he was going to be able to stand the idiotic people that would be there. He hoped he would meet a girl and get her to want to go home with him just so he could call her a whore and push her away. Something was needed for him to get him back on track. Hell, he would do just about anything to make himself feel better about this stupid fucked up situation.
When he reached the nightclub he waited in line until it was his turn. He gave the woman his ID and got a band, and winked at her before walking into the club. First thing’s first, he needed a fucking drink. Or eight. He walked to the bar and got three shots of whiskey. After shooting them back, he looked into the crowd. There had to be someone here tonight looking to get laid. Oh fuck, he might just get someone to go home with and fuck them before calling them a whore. That way he could get some action into it before going home. Just as long as Ryland didn’t show up, he would be okay. But she was a hunter and she would never come here or be welcome here. She’d get eaten alive… literally. Sometimes he was glad that he was an immortal, but other times he wished he was a regular human. Of course he would never be who he was today if that were the case, nor would he be here with this job. He should be more thankful, but that just wasn’t who he was.
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO LASKA AT ATF and CAUTION 2.0
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