the game | stiles stilinski²

CHAPTER I - BABY CAME HOME

'Your hair.'

The letters and numbers scattered the board, times and destinations being scanned through her eyes that were already falling victim to jet lag, her eyelids were heavy and she was sure her under eyes told the same story of exhaustion. The recent departures and arrivals  now seemed to be part of her memory, she could recite the long list of unfamiliar places as if she had learned them for months and her fingers tapped to the rhythm of overwhelming sounds that surrounded her.

She watched the frantic families, the people with millions of bags running through the airport, she watched as mothers shouted for their children to quicken their pace. It was rather loud, the beeping of machines, the blaring of speakers and the hundreds of unfamiliar voices that hit her ears. The winces leaving Lilac's mouth were inaudible to anybody but her, she was becoming increasingly envious of the humans she watched that seemed unbothered by the overdrive of noises.

But in the pain that was ringing through her ears, she sighed as the feeling she had missed so deeply began to seep back in, the feeling of being at home. She sat trying her hardest to beat her impatient nature, her leg bouncing nervously and brushing repeatedly over the felted texture of the chairs. Her eyes however stayed focused through the glass panes that surrounded the building, the ones that showed the rather unpleasant weather that awaited her and the many cars that were passing by on the outside road.

The row the vampire found herself sat at was empty, the chairs that connected to her own lacking vacancies. The phone that was now placed in her palm laid still, the buzzing and ringing noises it was once making seemed to now be a memory of the past. The brightly lit screen seemed to be the only thing keeping her sane, the only thing stopping the urges to rip out a persons throat, to kill them without regret. Inside of her was an ever growing hunger, one that made her stomach turn and made her want to lunge at anything with a beating heart. It seemed being surrounded by hundreds of humans wasn't exactly the most ideal place for her to be. To her they simply seemed like walking blood bags, the jugular veins in each of their necks seemed to be becoming increasingly more appetising as the seconds passed.

The flight she found herself on was long, the strength that came with being supernatural had slowly began to drain the minute they had taken off and the only thing left to line her empty stomach were the bags of peanuts the flight attendants had been handing around and the alcohol she had compelled one of them to get. She saw the strange looks, the old women staring at her with disgust and the worker's reluctance to hand her another bag or another glass but by the time the plane had touched down, there was no food or drink left for her to engulf.

She watched as the cars passed the windows, each being painted a different colour of the rainbow, her eyes read the numbers and letters that laid on the back of the vehicles, waiting for the right combination. She sat waiting for that particular car to pull up and the fist familiar face to appear but as she listened to the clock tick, her bouncing leg moved more violently.