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The Walk (Peter, Naja)
Peter did not often take the time for long walks in the park. Namely because walks in the park usually consisted of walking in the park unless you were being quite existential about it. And Peter was not generally an outside kind of person. Perhaps it was that he spent so much time recently, locked up in a cave that forced him out of doors. Either way, he was actually enjoying the leisurely stroll he had decided to take that morning. Summer made him cheerful. So did the fact that he and Aly had celebrated the fact that both of their babies were now sleeping through the entire night by staying up the entire night playing games of their own. He felt like he was ten years younger, despite the fact that he was now going to age, having given up his immortality for Thomas. At this rate, it may never happen anyway! Or that was how he felt.
Peter began whistling, which would have cause most people who knew him to take a step backwards and possibly ask if he had a tumour again. It wasn't that Peter wasn't a happy man. He was just usually far too busy saving the world to whistle. He didn't generally take the time to scuff his shoes along the cobbly path, or to watch the clouds, or yes...even to smell the roses. Not that he actually smelled the roses in Regents Park. He decided they looked a bit dodgy and one had scary bees coming out of it, so he settled for doing it metaphorically while scuffing his shoes and watching clouds. And ducks. Peter made the discovery that he quite liked watching ducks. He didn't want them near him because he was sure they had diseases, but from a distance, they waddled about, quacking their funny-shaped heads off, and Peter thought it was hilarious. Whosoever in the Universe thought up ducks, clearly had a sense of humour.
Continuing on from the duck pond (a goose was giving him the evil eye and Peter wasn't keen to take on a frightening bird of prey like that...) Peter found himself in the heart of the park. It was there that he took out an apple from his pocket and he was just about to eat it when he felt the familiar twinge of a fellow supernatural behind him. A vampire, he could feel it. He turned to look, his hand full of perfect appley goodness, and the vampire was staring back at him.
It was then that Peter nearly dropped the apple. "N..." Quickly, Peter realised that saying Naja's name would be a Big Mistake. How was he supposed to explain that he had been dreaming of her for well over a year now and that was how he knew her name, but never once had he ever known how to help her. Her name was Naja. And last he had seen, she was a demon. He could feel it now, though. Her spirit had left her, just as his own had, leaving her a hollow shell. "Hello..." Peter had no idea what to say beyond that.
Naja was staring at Peter's apple with far more interest than she was giving him. Food was what she wanted. And since she had just had quite enough blood to last for some time, she wanted something more substantial. The apple in Peter's hands looked so perfect. So green and crisp. She could practically taste the juicy freshness of it, and her mouth began to water. She was inches away from springing forward and killing him for it, but Peter seemed to realise that.
"Here." He said, holding out the apple to her. "Would you like this?"
Naja just grabbed the apple, and she proceeded to take gigantic, hungry bites. Peter opened his mouth to say more, but she darted away from him before he really could. And chasing her through the park didn't seem like the brightest idea, especially since there were other people around and they would probably assume he was some creepy old man looking for something in exchange for the apple. So he let her go on her way, hoping to see her again. He had a feeling he would dream about her again at any rate. Maybe now he could help her. Maybe the dreams would tell him how.
On his walk back to the hospital, it was safe to say Peter didn't smell any flowers, or scuff his shoes or watch the clouds. His mind was far too occupied. He had too much to do.
Peter began whistling, which would have cause most people who knew him to take a step backwards and possibly ask if he had a tumour again. It wasn't that Peter wasn't a happy man. He was just usually far too busy saving the world to whistle. He didn't generally take the time to scuff his shoes along the cobbly path, or to watch the clouds, or yes...even to smell the roses. Not that he actually smelled the roses in Regents Park. He decided they looked a bit dodgy and one had scary bees coming out of it, so he settled for doing it metaphorically while scuffing his shoes and watching clouds. And ducks. Peter made the discovery that he quite liked watching ducks. He didn't want them near him because he was sure they had diseases, but from a distance, they waddled about, quacking their funny-shaped heads off, and Peter thought it was hilarious. Whosoever in the Universe thought up ducks, clearly had a sense of humour.
Continuing on from the duck pond (a goose was giving him the evil eye and Peter wasn't keen to take on a frightening bird of prey like that...) Peter found himself in the heart of the park. It was there that he took out an apple from his pocket and he was just about to eat it when he felt the familiar twinge of a fellow supernatural behind him. A vampire, he could feel it. He turned to look, his hand full of perfect appley goodness, and the vampire was staring back at him.
It was then that Peter nearly dropped the apple. "N..." Quickly, Peter realised that saying Naja's name would be a Big Mistake. How was he supposed to explain that he had been dreaming of her for well over a year now and that was how he knew her name, but never once had he ever known how to help her. Her name was Naja. And last he had seen, she was a demon. He could feel it now, though. Her spirit had left her, just as his own had, leaving her a hollow shell. "Hello..." Peter had no idea what to say beyond that.
Naja was staring at Peter's apple with far more interest than she was giving him. Food was what she wanted. And since she had just had quite enough blood to last for some time, she wanted something more substantial. The apple in Peter's hands looked so perfect. So green and crisp. She could practically taste the juicy freshness of it, and her mouth began to water. She was inches away from springing forward and killing him for it, but Peter seemed to realise that.
"Here." He said, holding out the apple to her. "Would you like this?"
Naja just grabbed the apple, and she proceeded to take gigantic, hungry bites. Peter opened his mouth to say more, but she darted away from him before he really could. And chasing her through the park didn't seem like the brightest idea, especially since there were other people around and they would probably assume he was some creepy old man looking for something in exchange for the apple. So he let her go on her way, hoping to see her again. He had a feeling he would dream about her again at any rate. Maybe now he could help her. Maybe the dreams would tell him how.
On his walk back to the hospital, it was safe to say Peter didn't smell any flowers, or scuff his shoes or watch the clouds. His mind was far too occupied. He had too much to do.