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Sasebo - Nameless alley
The atmosphere of the situation, if only for a brief moment, seemed to play tricks on Harry's perception. He might have supposed in the briefest second that the two eerie children returned his query with a sinister smile, but in the darkness, he could not be so sure. A flick of the eyelids showed they were just as expressionless beneath their hoods as before.
The two silent figures made no motion towards Harry, revealed no grisly daggers, and said no worrisome words. Their presence stood only to rattle his conscience it seemed. Still, they seemed certainly inclined to stop his exiting, were he to become fed up with waiting around to be stabbed by tiny people. A step forward, a flick of the wrist, a further threat... nothing stifled their inclination to appear worrisome. Not a flinch escaped their bodies.
Silence prevailed until Harry made out a distinct sound nearby. A dripping, too heavy to be mere water from the roofs around him. It fell with a more distinct splat. Another drop, and instead of hearing it, Harry instead felt it. Something had dripped on his shoulder, and upon examination, found a clear stain of blood upon his fine suit. Unlike in the movies, it took Harry no time at all to understand the danger.
Not a second too soon, Harry dashed out of the way of an amorphous thing slamming into the concrete where he once stood. Blood splattered outwards as it impacted solid ground, like a waterfall of ichor being dumped from a bucket on high. The liquid began to retract, as if reversing in time and reforming to a serpentine, blunt-headed entity. A deathly moan escaped the thing's closed maw, blood dripping from the entire length of its body.
The first thing that came to mind was that he was facing a familiar, though one made purely of blood was novel to him. It seemed almost characteristic of a Dead Apostle, or even an Ancestor. Whatever the origin, he was sandwiched by two figures of unknown skill and ability, and a clearly voracious and violent familiar.
The atmosphere of the situation, if only for a brief moment, seemed to play tricks on Harry's perception. He might have supposed in the briefest second that the two eerie children returned his query with a sinister smile, but in the darkness, he could not be so sure. A flick of the eyelids showed they were just as expressionless beneath their hoods as before.
The two silent figures made no motion towards Harry, revealed no grisly daggers, and said no worrisome words. Their presence stood only to rattle his conscience it seemed. Still, they seemed certainly inclined to stop his exiting, were he to become fed up with waiting around to be stabbed by tiny people. A step forward, a flick of the wrist, a further threat... nothing stifled their inclination to appear worrisome. Not a flinch escaped their bodies.
Silence prevailed until Harry made out a distinct sound nearby. A dripping, too heavy to be mere water from the roofs around him. It fell with a more distinct splat. Another drop, and instead of hearing it, Harry instead felt it. Something had dripped on his shoulder, and upon examination, found a clear stain of blood upon his fine suit. Unlike in the movies, it took Harry no time at all to understand the danger.
Not a second too soon, Harry dashed out of the way of an amorphous thing slamming into the concrete where he once stood. Blood splattered outwards as it impacted solid ground, like a waterfall of ichor being dumped from a bucket on high. The liquid began to retract, as if reversing in time and reforming to a serpentine, blunt-headed entity. A deathly moan escaped the thing's closed maw, blood dripping from the entire length of its body.
The first thing that came to mind was that he was facing a familiar, though one made purely of blood was novel to him. It seemed almost characteristic of a Dead Apostle, or even an Ancestor. Whatever the origin, he was sandwiched by two figures of unknown skill and ability, and a clearly voracious and violent familiar.