LoneWolf10000

After that first night Lars spends most of his time at your place. You have him many different ways around your apartment. Sometimes he's the whimpering, whining kittenish boy. Other times he's aggressive, demanding grabbing your throat biting your neck. Either way you're always satisfied. He begins to spend the night almost every night. He has clothes in your closet and a toothbrush in the bathroom. You slip right in to a pleasant domestic situation. He leaves you silly, sappy notes most mornings and makes sure there's coffee brewed in the little maker he bought you. Weeks past like this and it's August. You're last month in Beach City. In

Later you you'd look back at that as the moment it all started. It wasn't the that you really wanted a coffee, you just knew it was the perfect excuse to see him. So you'd stop by every few mornings to The Big Donut. And you'd talk a little as he leaned against counter with his arms crossed. Lars would usually be chiding you to get a reaction. Most times you just let him talk. Mostly there were a myriad of complaints. His observations were pretty funny. It was good to let people talk about things that bothered them, and you didn't mind to listen. It seemed to you that people didn't really listen to him. You had a few conversations with other

The rhythmic crash of the surf blends in with the noisy calls of the gulls. There you are laying out on your beach towel, shades on and flipping through a book. You feel the sun warm your skin. It's time to relax. You wandered along the shore all afternoon collecting seashells. Stopping only to admire the beautiful high rocky cliffs which flanked the beach. You could get used to spending your days like this. Your mind drifts off and away, the sun shining on you makes you feel quite drowsy. You let you book drop to your side, and are just about to doze off when a shadow quickly crosses in front. You open your eyes. Well, look at that. He's b

The Lighthouse? You really should have asked a few more questions. Though I suppose when you've only been in a city for a few days and someone invites you to a 'scary movie party', well getting over excited is forgivable. You think how nice it was for the funny fellow at the fry shop to invite you. While cursing yourself for being egregiously, unapologetically late. Jogging up the grassy slope you catch the sound of a conversation. They're too far away to hear so you can make out what they're saying. You notice it's a boy and girl. He's happily explaining something to her. She nods and rubs her arms likes she's cold. Probably scared after t