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Pairing:  The usual suspects (but none for right now)
Synopsis:  Things get weirder...


 

Wild Thing
 
**Captured. How had he been captured?Think… Think… Think… Panicking. *ESCAPE!* He hit the bars over and over trying to break free. A whimper escaped his throat, and then… the lock gave way. * YES! * He crashed through a window to escape. Running through the darkness, he heard the sound of men yelling.* RUN!*
***
**Hunger. Raw, pure, clean, hunger – the kind that made your blood sing. * HUNT * Keep low… don’t be seen… wait for it… wait… *NOW!* He exploded from the darkness, stole the food from The Other and ran off with it.* Not good enough * He gobbled the food down, licked his lips, and went off to hunt up a more satisfying meal.
***
* SNIFF * Perfume. SHE was all female, all willing, pure SEX. They danced around each other, each feeling the need and the hunger building inside. * YES! * He threw himself on top of her willing body, pounding, growling, making her submit to him. He clawed her back, bit her neck, and felt her respond more eagerly.*HOWL!* He came in shuddering torrents, licking up the blood that ran down her back from the claw marks. * REST * He dozed for a bit, still deep within her.When he awoke, he bit her ear before pulling out of her. There was no need for words when he left. He would never see her again. * JOY *
***
* EAT * SLEEP * MATE * DRINK * HUNT * CHASE * CAPTURE * KILL!!!* The taste of blood, copper fire in his throat. Meat, raw and wonderful, filled his belly… giving him strength. * SLEEP * GROW STRONGER * SLEEP *
***
The Morning After
 
~~/Groan/ Morning already? Feels like I didn’t sleep a wink. Creepy dreams, too. Sun’s way too bright, there’s too many damn birds chirping, and I feel crusted. Just another lovely day in Paradise…~~

At least the dizziness had passed, and his skin didn’t feel like it was being flayed anymore. He opened an eyelid cautiously. (What the?)Instead of being on the bed, he was curled up in a ball on the discarded linens on the floor. He cautiously raised his head and looked at the bed. (Must have had a nosebleed in the night…)  Brad saw streaks of blood on the pillows and mattress. The fingers he raised to rub his eyes had blood on them, too. 

~~Great. A freakin’ nosebleed and I fell out of bed, too! All that’s needed is mom coming in and having a fit to make this a Kodak moment…~~

“Brad! Oh, my God… Dude, are you all right?”  Wayne skittered into the bedroom. “Whoa!  Sorry, you might want to cover that!”

Brad looked up in confusion. “Wha?”

Wayne pointed. “Since when have you been letting it all hang out?”

“I? What? Oh!” Suddenly it dawned on him what Wayne was blushing about. The memory of his fever and cold shower came back to him. “It was so hot in here last night I couldn’t breathe – so I slept in the buff.” The sheet was hastily tucked around his body before he cautiously stood up.

“Anyway, I was worried about you. Did you know the door to the trailer is wide open? There’s blood on the floor, the bed… man, I didn’t know what I was going to find in here!” Wayne looked back at Brad closely. “Dude, you sure you’re all right?”

Brad looked back at Wayne huffily. “You mean other than having a 24-hour bug, getting a nosebleed and sleepwalking, am I all right? Sure Wayne, I * love * waking up in the morning this way!” He scrubbed a hand across his face. “Besides, you sounded like a herd of water buffalo – any idea what that’s like? Why don’t you just thud back out of here and let me get cleaned up.” As he turned from Wayne, he muttered, “Man, do I hate morning people!”
***
Damage Control
Wayne watched as Brad disappeared into the bathroom. As he stepped forward, the /snick/ of the lock stopped him. (If he doesn’t want people worrying about him, fine!)  He looked around the bedroom and sighed. (No way I’m gonna let some little girl from housekeeping see this!  Good thing these trailers have washers n dryers!)  He stripped the bloody linens off the floor, threw them into the wash and grabbed a sponge and some rubber gloves. (Jeeze! He must have had a real gusher!)  He listened warily to the sounds in the bathroom. Didn’t sound like Brad would be leaving there any time soon – Wayne heard the sound of the tub being filled. (Never knew he wasn’t a morning person before… wonder what time he gets up in order to be peppy for tapings?)

Wayne managed to sponge the stains off the mattress and flip it over. He switched the linens from the washer to the dryer, mopped up the blood splatters from the floor and sighed. (Why do I get the feeling that this is gonna be one hellaciously long day?) After tossing the gloves and sponge into a bucket under the sink, he wrote Brad a little note, shook his head, and left.

After about an hour, the bathroom door opened. Brad came out toweling his hair. He sniffed the air. (Smells fresh…) The windows in the trailer were open, the curtains stirring lazily in the breeze. A note was taped to the television:
 
Brad-
 
Sorry bout waking you up like that, never knew you weren’t a morning person. Don’t worry; your secret is safe with me!;-) Rather than let one of the girls from housekeeping come on what looked like a crime scene, I did some cleaning up for you. The sheets are in the dryer. Catch ya later.
Wayne
P.S. You owe me one – how bout lunch?
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