AS LOVERS, AS ONE
this was a wolf moon.
Van Helsing sat on his sleeping mat, looking up at the sky from their makeshift camp under the trees. He had returned to the fire after A half-hearted attempt to remember something- anything- from his past life by taking a walk. The desperate act now amused him as he trailed his fingers in the dirt.
It had been three weeks since he had done away with Dracula, and still he felt the remnants of power from the vampire's touches and scratches. he remembered, for some reason, when he had killed the Count. he remembered it clear as day, and it felt almost like dejavous. he wasn't supposed to remember, he was insane at that moment because of his werewolf bite, but for some reason... He remembered it. He could recall it almost as well as the first time he set his eyes on the vampire.
The feelings and thoughts had plagued him constantly.
He looked over to his friar friend for some invisible comfort. Carl was soundly asleep, tucked under four different blankets to keep the october chill from reaching him inside his cucoon.
The memories were so close to being resurrected; they were like fish, lurking just beneath the surface of the water; and every time he tried to grab one, it slipped through his fingers, or appeared in a spot 15 feet away. he was tired of this game, and tired of being on the opposite side of the board.
he felt that he had lost too much already to care what did or didn't have.
Carl shifted beside him, and the dark hunter froze up for a moment. He wanted to tell Carl what he felt, and wanted some advice or answer that would explain the unnatural emptiness he felt when he thought of the Count wasting away in his hands. the taste of his ashy skin still lingered on his tongue like an animal unwilling to leave his master. he furrowed his brow. for those few seconds, when he had dracula pinned against the chair, he felt it again- an airy, lightheaded feeling that something else was there. What was it? he glanced down at Carl.
He didn't ask because he feared the answer. He feared the pain that might come along with it.
he shook his head and stretched, kicking off his boots and shrugging off the extra layers of clothing not necessary to sleep. Whateever this was, it bothered him. He wanted to know, but he felt that he never could.
troubled, he closed his eyes and fell into an uneasy sleep.