It was early in December. The white flowers around the outside of the covern were in bloom and the snow that had fallen for days without end had come to a halt. Stepping outside, the cold nipped at your fingertips and ice began to form on your eye lashes. Pulling the coat tighter around me, I made my way down the snow covered path to the base of the mountain where all our rides were kept. It took me a moment to get past the line of black cars and horse stales before I found my motorcycle. It rest, with at least 6 other under a low hanging roof which kept most of the snow off. I did not know how well it would ride on ice covered roads, but I did not want to stay much longer. If they, the coven, began to suspect who I really was, I would put our whole line to death. I need to be subtle. Hunters were not delt with lightly.
The sun was slowly making its way down. I had just enough time to make it a fair distance before they awake. Filthy beasts. I have the information I needed, all I need to do is get it back to base. All I need to do...it live to get it back to base.
I started the motorbike and made my way to the highway.
 Felix B. Hellsings · Mon May 22, 2006 @ 09:48pm · 0 Comments |
