estdeus_innobis | Murder is terribly exhausting.

Outside the Doctor's Office
Late afternoon, Monday May 3rd

It is one of those beautiful Spring days that poets write about, that make children look out schoolroom windows longingly, and have people out enjoying the sunshine in droves.

It is most inconvienent.

It's been increasingly harder to find Lucien alone. That night of him railing and moaning by the fire was the closest I've come, but that damn bartender came along as I started to move in. And now he's got the dark haired girl back in his bed and apartment. Complication after complication. It's not that I shy away from bloodshed, not at all. And if the truth be told, I am getting to the point where I will kill half the town if I bloody well have to...

but now knowing exactly how long it will take to be restore to my self after Lucien breathes his last. Well, I don;t want to be caught in human form by a lynch mob before I find out. It would amuse Iblis, I am sure, if I were to kill the man and then find myself dangling from the hangman's noose before I revert back.

I take a sip of coffee and shift myself to a more comfortable position under a tree. To everyone else, I am just the mild mannered school teacher relaxing in the sun. But not for much longer if I can help it.

(Open to Lilith)