A single Scream. A single Nightmare. (Private ~ Dionne)

lightning glowed in the towering thunderheads as they crowded out the last of the indigo skies, a second later, the boom of thunder was loud enough to shade the windows of the cabs old Pontiac. Rune, knowing his nature, would slouch down into the car, turning his head into the familiar camel-colored leather of the seat. the smell of the car, old leather and carpet, would forever be associated in his willful mind with the cab driver. in a way the car was the driver, he'd probably spent many hours rebuilding it from the chassis up, it might as well have been a part of him.

He finally turned down the radio FM station we were listening too and seemed about to say something before thinking better of it. the quiet built between us, strange only in contrast to rune's usual banter with each cab driver, and for a moment he couldn't think of anything to say. synch. nothing.then, the car rolled to a halt. "Sir. thank you for driving with us, we have finished at the destination and that will be £5" he would rummage through his wallet and hand over the money before walking into the cafe, being the only one there during the late hours causing no distress to the other waitresses / waiters. after half an hour he was sat against the red leather of a stool staring out the window at the spitting of rain, the hurried passers under umbrella's during the storm wishing to be home. all he could do was sip the coffee and continue staring. out. into the abyss.

he felt his structure lurch, each limb shifting with a single fluent moment, his hand slinking into his pocket pulling out his wallet almost in sync with his thoughts. his thumbs pulling apart the tattered brown leather as a tip slid out and landed featherly against the metal desk he was sat at. his indigo pools causing great rebound as his figure walks down the street, each step simulated with the thud of his shattering heart beat. the tension rising as he turned a corner, the collar of his jacket upturned as his pupils fell upon the transformation. his eyes widening ever so slightly bemused by the actions. his lip curled back in disgrace, the disgust caused by the atmospherical change sending a quiver against his spine, every single lock of slated ebony toned hair positioned in the rapid humidity of the winds. he would stiffen, his look more arasmatic then much of shock, his immortality bringing nothign but eased lust, shaking his head side to side with a brief movement he would let out a slum snitched sigh lowering his gaze.

five minutes past as his orbic pools lifted against, the hinted violence bringing great upset to his abyss. his vocals rang out, chiming in a brisk muse that froze abruptly against his lips. "what are you." his broadness would roll over his shoulders, his reaction much rejected but a pleasured presence. the sentence coursing great amounts of adrenaline to run through him. he needed the answer. what was this girl. she couldn't be anything from a normal immortal to a ancient goddess. he would let a sneer slink against his twisted lips, the angelic erupt of his features enlightened by the street lamp. he needed them now.

The mans neck craned, The Pious quality of the Darkened abysses of his pools transmitting the slight formation of a Genteel to generate a zealous futurity to blossom against his meek skin toning fragmented with the bronzed pigmentation that sprouted within the dexterous features that hinted towards his child's play. his limbs, refined yet odious, would prudently task a swift movement towards the woman, each locked contact with his optics sending a shudder, lightly down his spinal vertebrate with the saged aroma that filtered through his nostrils flaring at his ignited senses, the attention span of a mere teenager allowing his mind to become absent within the parallel world created for himself, the ingenious creation in which revolting yet Exquisite in many different proximities alluring the strongest of wills.

Yet, standing a few yards from the woman brought him back, back to reality, the unschooled lecture of closeness attracting his obtuse, narrow-mind towards it fixated angelic beauty, the rational thoughts flicking about with a irritated glance towards the facial area before his mouth shifted into a silver tongued wording. "Your a Lab project of some kind." his brows farrowed yet raised into a perfected arch of curiosity in a particular way of attraction to the girls 'beastly' wildness, presenting herself in such free will making himself lack in the impression of normality. reaching out hesitantly he ran a quivered hand delicately over the jaw line with the backs of his knuckle before curling back a loose lock behind the ear, his pools returning to normal as he jerked away.