Eli's Room

[Eli]

Reading was, essentially, Eli's saving grace... for lack of a better term. He had precious little else to do with his time, and no way to do it anyway, whatever other hobbies he might have had. Reading the same few books over and over bothered him very little, so long as he was allowed to read at all; it wasn't a dangerous pasttime, and therefore, something he was allowed to do to his heart's content, as long as there was nothing else he was supposed to be doing. Like training... or hunting... or killing.

Knees bent up near his chest as he sat on his bed, his back was against the headboard, the book propped on his legs with one hand rested on the pages. His green-hazel eyes read the lines with precision, and without a sound, he turned the page, reading on. There was no other noise in the room, save for his own breathing and the occasional rustle of the pages as he turned them, and as such, he would hear any sounds outside his room in an instant; detect any approach before anyone came anywhere near his door.

Of course, in recent years, the only one he had to worry about was Katrina; the female who had always overseen his 'training' and run a good deal of it herself. She had 'won' him from the larger group some time ago - the exact date was something Eli could no longer remember, and didn't care to - and since then, he had been hers alone... which he supposed, in a way, suited him just fine. One 'owner' meant only one tormenter... only one vampire to fear and obey.

And though he looked relaxed at his perch, he was actually poised; at a moment's notice, he would be upright and almost 'at attention'... he'd learned to be alert many years ago. That was one thing that would never change.

[Eli]

If such a thing was possible, Eli heard her voice before it even drifted through the cracks around his door. His eyes lifted at once, and without looking back down at the book, he marked his page, set it on his nightstand, and rose gracefully from the bed. His boots were on before he'd even reached the door, and in little more than thirty seconds after hearing her voice, his door was swinging closed behind him.


Continued in: Katrina's Bedroom.

[Eli]

Continued from: The Front Lobby.


Closing his door behind him, he took the shirt into the bathroom with him, opening the little cabinet he had in there, and taking out the minimal supplies. He had basically had to teach himself first aid at a young age, after they had let him have freedom of movement from the chains; it seemed like so much longer ago than seventy years, but he had learned not to think about the past too much. The supplies consisted of bandages and antiseptics; it was all he would really need, given his healing would take care of the rest.

Before taking care of that, he showered. When he was done, he put his pants back on, and then stood at the sink, cleaning and dressing the injuries. They were no longer bleeding, but he didn’t want them to get infected at all. Lycanthropy didn’t make him immune to that, and though it would be nowhere near as bad as if he were human, it wouldn’t be comfortable all the same.

When he was done, he took some time to wash the shirt out in the sink as well, watching the red-brown water swirl down the plughole. Finishing the job, he took it out into his bedroom, turning on the light, and grabbing a baggy sweater out of his drawer. Pulling it over his bandaged torso and arms, he let it fall loosely, and then hesitated.

Sighing, he headed for the door again, having re-donned his boots. Grabbing the book Katrina had given him on the way out, he headed back downstairs.


Continued at: The Front Lobby.

[Eli]

Continued from: The Kitchen.


Quietly clicking his door closed behind him, he leaned back against the wood for a moment, closing his eyes. He felt mentally and physically exhausted, but there was one final thing he had to do before he collapsed on his bed; he didn’t think it had ever looked so inviting as it did in that moment. Padding towards his little bathroom, he went about checking, cleaning and dressing the wounds Katrina had left him with, in order to tempt out his wolf, and checked for any other injuries that had come as a result of struggling with the chains.

Showering would be pointless, he realised after finding only bruises. When night came, he would simply change again, and need to shower once more in the morning, so it made more sense to wait until the full moon’s cycle was done before he took the time. Splashing cool water over his face at least, he felt it drip from his dark, shaggy hair, and caught his reflection in the mirror for just a moment.

Having never been comfortable with looking at his own reflection, Eli limped out of the bathroom, shutting off the light and closing the door. Not even taking the time to change his pants, he collapsed carefully onto his bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he had fallen asleep.