But he can't hear her, and he isn't safe. Because the last time he had been forced into the sunlight was another demonstration of his former mistress' power. He fears those golden rays almost as much as he fears She Who Made Him herself.
His pupils are like pinpricks in a sea of green. It's like a state of shock. He can't see, can't hear, can't do anything except react on trained instinct.
When the front door bursts open behind Anita and bathes them all in sunlight again, it's that instinct that rips an inhuman sound from his chest. It's beyond a scream, and it trails after him as he recovers his feet and disappears down the hallway in a blur of white and red.
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Date: 2009-10-02 08:12 pm (UTC)His pupils are like pinpricks in a sea of green. It's like a state of shock. He can't see, can't hear, can't do anything except react on trained instinct.
When the front door bursts open behind Anita and bathes them all in sunlight again, it's that instinct that rips an inhuman sound from his chest. It's beyond a scream, and it trails after him as he recovers his feet and disappears down the hallway in a blur of white and red.