Allure… Tall… Light… And Armed
“La Fon Stands Atop The Great Peaks Overlooking The Caspian Sea… His Short Black Hair, And Long Black Cape, Both Swaying To The Ocean’s Wind… He’d Been Away From His Love For Weeks Now… “She Must Be Feeling So Desperate Right Now… But No Less Desperate Than Me… Perhaps I should Throw Myself Down Upon The Rocks Below… And Let The Great Sea Crush Me… If Only That Was Possible… No, My Immortal Bones Would Simply Force Me To Lay Back And Feel The Pain… With No End In Sight… No… I Must Return To Her…”
A HOTEL IN A NORTHERN TOWN
Arram sets down her Mother’s Novel, and looks deeply in to a perfectly clear glass of water sitting on the end table by her bed.
Meanwhile Seth is watching some really bad T.V., but breaks away and looks over at Arram.
“How long do you figure we’ll stay here Arram…” he says, but she does not wake from her trance… Not yet.
She looks deeper and deeper into the water… Its stillness… Its… Pureness.
“Arram?” Seth repeats, this time sitting up.
Arram looks at him in a snap, her eyes glaring right through him.
“I don’t know… How long do you think that Huge Dude is going to sit out on that Garbage Bin, in the Rain…” she speaks as her left hand points towards the draped window.
HOTEL PARKING LOT
Ray Millon, the Large Barbarian of a Man that they had met earlier that day… At the site of the “Beheaded” Government Agent’s Body… Sits atop a giant garbage bin in the parking lot, sharpening an enormous hunting knife… While the pouring rain strikes, and reflects off his muscular chest, which is barely covered by his torn up, white tank top.
Every now and again, he glances in the direction of Arram and Seth’s Hotel Room, and then goes back to “Over” Sharpening his Knife.
“I’m going to sleep” Arram says, almost snapping at Seth.
“Ok…” Seth replies, and goes back to watching terrible T.V.
THE NEXT MORNING
Arram and Seth, their things packed, exit the Hotel Room.
They both notice right off that The Man is no longer on the garbage bin.
“Warm up the car” she tosses Seth the keys to her Mustang “I’ll go settle the bill…”.
“Will do” Seth replies, and gets into the drivers side.
Arram enters the Front Office of the Hotel, only to see Roy Millon, the man from the garbage bin, sitting at an extremely small table, eating a very Pink Doughnut. He’s once again wearing his huge animal fur made coat, Shotguns strapped onto his back.
She tries to avoid his glance, but is too late, he sees her come in, and stands.
She approaches the Front Desk, whilst tying her Bright Blue Hair into a Ponytail.
“I already covered your room…” she hears the man’s deep, barreling voice come from behind her.
She turns slowly around to face him, her face only reaching the middle of his chest.
She taps his chest “Listen…” tap “I” tap “Don’t” tap “Know” tap “Who” tap “You–” this time he grabs her hand.
“I don’t care if you are a Teenager, that’s as annoying as hell” he gives her back her hand, and starts to leave the office.
“You need me girl… You and your friend are both goina die…” he states as he exits the office, without looking back at her.
She looks at the glass door which closed behind him… Zoning in on the Clearness of the Glass…
“So Pure… So Simple… So Free.”
PICTURE CREDIT – Thor Odinson
Part One – Daisy Arram
Part Two – No Invitation Needed
Part Three – Uncle Tom
Part Four – The Night Will Come
Part Six – Cold Night
Part Seven – Guests With No Breath
Part Eight – Wolf, Man… Vampire
Part Nine – The Escape
Part Ten – Too Late
Part Eleven – The Wounded
Part Twelve – The Hunt