brian domino and marlowe

Who: Marlowe, Domino, Torziel, and a little bit of Brian
Where: Brian's house
When: Mid-morning

There were two reasons Torziel was not in Brian's bedroom that night. First, that big, obnoxious cougar-boy. Second, the fact that Brian was backlashing and the demon-cat hadn't wanted to be in the same bed as a feverish, very wet willworker.

So, instead, he was out on the couch. With Marlowe. At least she was suitably fire-ish, even if she was lacking in brimstone. He'd settled across her stomach sometime during the night, and had been perfectly content to sleep there until she woke up or someone moved him.

Marlowe had a rough start falling a sleep, but once she was able to reach that stage, the elemental seemed to sleep peacefully for the few hours she was able to. As the day moved into the later hours of morning, Marlowe started stirring. The feeling of a slight weight on her stomach, which wasn't in any way comfortable due to her injuries, had the red head's eyes fluttering open to slits, and then snapping open when she was able to focus on the creature curled up on her belly. A cat? "Brian." Instinct had her calling out hoarsely for him while trying to nudge the damned thing off her. Surely the thing hadn't been laying on her stomach for any stretch of time, he had to have just jumped up and curled up there a short minute or so ago, cause she wasn't having any reaction to the thing yet, that didn't mean the stuffiness, and blotching of her skin was going to start real soon.

Torziel opened one golden eye at the prodding, but one of the nice things about being a very large-sized housecat was that he was difficult to move if he didn't want to move. All he did was shifted a little, stretch a little without actually getting up or moving much, and then settle down again with his big, furry paws across Marlowe's chest. The look he gave her read fairly clearly: I'm not going anywhere, girlie, so best be getting used to it.

Who: Brian, Domino, and Marlowe
Where: A house somewhere off of 41
When: Ten-ish

Rain drummed the roof of the log house, flickers of light blinked through the unshaded windows on the first floor. The place had been the home of Edyta and Drew Thompson, and their two teen age sons. The place was theirs no longer as a small handful of vamps had been able to coax their way into the house. With the family mutilated and fed from, their lifeless bodies left scattered on in the front yard, the vampires made the place their own. A place to torture, feed and kill their victims, with an occasional turning thrown in to keep their numbers up.