Baby, did you forget to take your meds? || Ruby ||

[Adam Connor Ledwith]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=000000] The calidity of his own body never seemed to faze Adam. The cold never really stung him, unless it was a hand that touched his skin. The humans that he would sleep with- their bodies, their hands, and their touch felt only of a soft breeze. It didn't feel off, possibly due to the fact that the women's touch rarely left him. The touch of the dead or possibly known as the undead; that brumal frisk collided with the heat of his own. It caused sparks- yet none the less, the feeling was sensational. Her head rested composedly against his chest. Her hair was draped across her shoulders, as a single arm clutched him close to her. Adam used the term her, because he had forgotten her name within the middle of their fun ride. He had given her what she asked for, something rough and hard, worth every minute of it. His name had filled a large amount of her desperate moans, and through the brink of their fun- Her was the only name he could come up with. His brows creased for a moment, trying to relapse through the names of females he had encountered. There could have been one that would trigger a remembrance of hers, yet Adam had failed to acquire that name. The fragile had that held him close was slowly conveyed into the sheets of the bed, as Adam sat upright. Face pressed upon the strongly shaped hands of his own, a levitated sigh escaped his pouted lips. A moan told Adam a lot about a female, and Her moan was wild. She was wild. And Adam knew that she was expecting to see him once more the next morning. Not going to happen. This was a common routine. Hit it and Ditch it. Exactly. The usual routine of: Sex, Sleep, and Scram. Pulling himself to his feet, his hand had swept across the floor- searching for his clothes or what he could find of them. Fuck,

[/i] the vile word corrupted his brain as his fingers enclosed upon his belt. Where are they?[/b] Adam's mood was bitter, as his rummaged through the pile of clothes on the floor- finally finding a pair of pants, in which he had to examine thoroughly enough before coming a conclusion that they were his. After a few more minutes of searching, Adam had found his boxers and his black button down shirt. Wearing all that he must, he left his shirt unbuttoned before leaving. Adam left no explanation, no reason as to why he left, nothing. And he rarely did. The streets of London were dark, fairly tinted by the yellow colored street lights. There wasn't much movement amounst the sidewalks- and every now and then a car would drive by. Silence. The perfect relaxation melody. Pinching two fingers against the tip of his sleeve, Adam had tugged it up for a moment. 1:08 AM.

Going home was not the plan he had in mind. Then again, Adam didn't really have a plan. He never did after he left, usually ending up where ever the fuck his feet took him. A nice meal would do, but the growling sensation from the pit of his stomach wasn't at its strongest yet. He had time to spare. Right hand slipping into the ass pockets of his dark jeans, Adam had pulled out a cigarette pack- only to place one delicately between his lips. For a moment more, he rummaged for his lighter, setting it aflame before redeeming his belongings from where they had come from. Inhale. Exhale. The thick smoke subtly floated above his head, leaving a trail as he took one step before the other. Eyes drifted to the cracks of the ground, he hadn't found a reason to glance up till the sound of a squaw called to him. Adam had stepped foot into a park. An ordinary one- maybe slightly bigger the usual parks that Adam visited, but none the less, ordinary. The sound of a bird, at this time, had made Adam's stomach growl once more. His hand patting his stomach, almost as though hushing it back to sleep.

"Not yet," His voice was only a whisper- but he had spoken to hunger itself. Adam didn't feel like hunting, so- he wasn't going to hunt. Even if hunger had begged him a thousand times before, he wouldn't give in until he was ready.

The small pounding of the soles of his shoes let off small echoes that creeped behind him. His cigarette had found its place between the brink of his fingers- the smoke still setting its trail into the night. The park itself was empty. Dark, silent, and empty. It was a nectarous night- one that left Adam's mood mellow and suttle. His walk had found its way to an end, as he came across a bench. His body had slouched back, one leg resting upon the other as he let one arm hinge on the back of the bench. Every now and then, Adam took small drags from his cancer stick.


Word Count:[/b] 848
Comments:[/b] Not my best. I'm sick and it was late- so I did as best as I could for now. But it will get better!...I hope. haha.
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