Silent Night ((Closed))
Nov 1, 2009 19:21:20 GMT -5
Post by Jude Doyle on Nov 1, 2009 19:21:20 GMT -5
And today was the day. That he’d finally get exactly what he wanted. Obviously, it had to be the hard way, but at least she’d finally know who he was and how he felt about her. Those letters, had been his, for her to even mistake them for something a Neanderthal like Oliver would write for her was angering, let alone Oliver’s thoughts on the matter. He’d been very careful, watching over Abigail like her guardian angel, making sure she was never alone – whether with friends or stuck to his side like a sick puppy. It only angered him. To watch him touch and kiss, and fuck what belonged to him. Abigail was his. She’d enjoyed the letters up until his last few that he’d been mighty careless with. Afterall, he was human, he had feelings too, he got angry and jealous. And possessive over things that were supposed to be his. Oliver…well he got in the way. But like the tactical person he was, he’d found another way to get to Abby without having to harm the extra weight she carried around. He’d been careful to leave her be until now. A big party, not his cup of tea, but perfect time to help his hunt.
The last party before Christmas break, perfect time to take advantage of inebriated little boys, and girls had that been his on his agenda. He waited, in the corner, unseen to teenage eye until a proper time to go in for what he wanted. Eyes fixated on the boy, as he inwardly wondered exactly what it was that Abigail saw in him. Instead of spending probably his last night with his beautiful girlfriend, he was at a party. Jude would have made a much better suitor; he’d have cherished her, loved her as much as – if not more than – he did now, he’d have treated her like a princess. It’d be so simple once everyone in the party drank themselves into a comatose stupor, to slit his throat and call it even, but it wasn’t necessary. He was going to have his fun tonight and that would hurt him a lot more than death could. If he really loved her. As hours passed and he watched Oliver interact with his fellow bastards and drink...well whatever he was drinking, he felt a bolt of excitement shoot through him when the miscreant pulled out his cell phone to look at a text. Every vein in his body pumped and demanded he set it down on the bar in front of him and forget it. He watched closely, wide-eyes obsessed with that phone, a large, heinous grin erupting on his pale skin as he watched him sit it down and begin an apparently humorous conversation with one of his fellow jockstraps. His entire body erupted in exhilaration when he walked off to play darts…
…leaving his cell phone – Jude’s only reason for hiding in the shadows at a party filled with the people who’d end up working for him one day – unattended and perfectly his for creating disaster revolving around the girl who’d broken his heart. It was easy to slide into the open and take it and make his way back outside, dressed from head to toe in all black disguising himself to the night. He opened his text outbox to see a text to Abigail that read he’d be there in an hour or so, his insides burning with passionate malevolence at the idea that Oliver would be preoccupied while he mislead his beau into meeting him for a bit of fun. He opted to send a message telling her where to go and adding little sentiments that would make it seem like Oliver himself had written and instead make outbox and stuffing it in his pocket, he made his way to the theater, his insides nearly burning as opposed to the temperature outside. He forced himself to remember why he was about to go through with this. All of the years of longing after her, finally getting up the courage to tell her in his own way and having her break his heart all for some blue-eyed pretty boy. It was so worth the wait.
The last party before Christmas break, perfect time to take advantage of inebriated little boys, and girls had that been his on his agenda. He waited, in the corner, unseen to teenage eye until a proper time to go in for what he wanted. Eyes fixated on the boy, as he inwardly wondered exactly what it was that Abigail saw in him. Instead of spending probably his last night with his beautiful girlfriend, he was at a party. Jude would have made a much better suitor; he’d have cherished her, loved her as much as – if not more than – he did now, he’d have treated her like a princess. It’d be so simple once everyone in the party drank themselves into a comatose stupor, to slit his throat and call it even, but it wasn’t necessary. He was going to have his fun tonight and that would hurt him a lot more than death could. If he really loved her. As hours passed and he watched Oliver interact with his fellow bastards and drink...well whatever he was drinking, he felt a bolt of excitement shoot through him when the miscreant pulled out his cell phone to look at a text. Every vein in his body pumped and demanded he set it down on the bar in front of him and forget it. He watched closely, wide-eyes obsessed with that phone, a large, heinous grin erupting on his pale skin as he watched him sit it down and begin an apparently humorous conversation with one of his fellow jockstraps. His entire body erupted in exhilaration when he walked off to play darts…
…leaving his cell phone – Jude’s only reason for hiding in the shadows at a party filled with the people who’d end up working for him one day – unattended and perfectly his for creating disaster revolving around the girl who’d broken his heart. It was easy to slide into the open and take it and make his way back outside, dressed from head to toe in all black disguising himself to the night. He opened his text outbox to see a text to Abigail that read he’d be there in an hour or so, his insides burning with passionate malevolence at the idea that Oliver would be preoccupied while he mislead his beau into meeting him for a bit of fun. He opted to send a message telling her where to go and adding little sentiments that would make it seem like Oliver himself had written and instead make outbox and stuffing it in his pocket, he made his way to the theater, his insides nearly burning as opposed to the temperature outside. He forced himself to remember why he was about to go through with this. All of the years of longing after her, finally getting up the courage to tell her in his own way and having her break his heart all for some blue-eyed pretty boy. It was so worth the wait.