eve becomes SNAKE -- or snake becomes EVE. whichever way ROUND, she is FREER. hell follows her ‘round, hell called MAN, hell called ADAM, trying to make the CHANGING about him. adam demands of god why he is being PUNISHED like this. eve finds GRACE in the dark cracks between rocks. eve finds god in the SOLITUDE. eve finds ABSOLUTION in the red press of her knees / scales into the dirt. eve, UNBLINKING, watches adam rail. adam demands ANSWERS and eve / snake / eve exits the GARDEN to go and find them for HERSELF.
ind. priv. kate fuller of el rey network's from dusk till dawn: the series. as told by duchess. est april 4th 2017.
he’s twenty-two when he learns about the south; a wealth of knowledge at his disposal, yet culebras fly under the radar without communication between the mexican and american hunters association. it isn’t until the spread – until the problem grows quickly out of hand – that anything even pings on his servers. and by then? it’s too late.
a widespread problem that could’ve been contained, are these the vampires ancient mythology once spoke of? the old immortal gods?
he doesn’t know. the peacekeeper’s message was vague at best, released with his death: GECKO BROTHERS. so he drives, and tracks. known associate, kate fuller, human, on the run. it’s weeks before he gets lucky, or unlucky, depending on how it’s spun. he finds himself at a disadvantage, careless enough to underestimate a human running with monsters. how else could she have survived this long without being killed or becoming one of them?
the only thing working in his favour? her two guard dogs are nowhere to be seen.
❛ you can’t run forever. why won’t you let me help? the peacekeeper– ❜
she has forged a path for herself , built a suit of armor around her heart / wrapped her wrists in gauze and slowly began to heal from the damage her hands have caused . she doesn’t care for hunters , much , has seen one too many of them try to take a stake to richie only to meet their maker for their mistakes . hair the color of a blood stain spattered ‘cross crisp white sheets , she’s used to drawing gazes . so she doesn’t think much of it when she feels eyes on her . a gas station stop , too late at night to be comfortable : her gun tucked into the waistband of her skirt , hidden by the flannel draped over her shoulders . fingers clad with chipped purple polish flip through a tabloid , tries to determine if it’s worth pocketing , paying for , or leaving .
his voice draws her attention , brows furrowed when he speaks . you can’t run forever : where do you want her to go ? her brother’s voice weighs heavy on her shoulders , can’t go back to bethel . she’s carved out a place for herself in this life , and the only thing she has to offer isaac is defense mechanism in play . ❝ —- sorry , ❞ a sweet smile that doesn’t reach her eyes , all careful composure ! ❝ i dunno what you’re talkin about . ❞
