It's a bit rough, but here's a snippet from Covenant,
the "band versus the supernatural world" story I've
been playing with.
Trevor Durant watched the chaos of dance and shadow
below him. His band’s music thump thumped the late
hour away, creating a quick, chipper beat that the
revelers moved to.
Every hour shrunk the group; what began as a couple
hundred at midnight was now a couple dozen. When the
full moon set in a few minutes and the hint of sun
caressed lavender and pink across the sky, the party
would end, Cinderella would race home, and the
scratching against the door behind him would end.
For now, though, the familiar beat twisted under the
echoing tap of his younger brother’s claws. In his
human form, Graham created the pulse of this song on
his drums. In his other form, Graham did the same to
whatever was on hand. The door. The furniture. If
given a chance, probably everyone below them.
Trevor moved closer to the door. They’d agreed to the
concert and party ages before the change, so they’d
had to comply. After tonight, they would retreat with
the rest of the band. Officially, to plan their next
release. Secretly, to see what they could do to save
themselves.
The song faded. There was a beat of silence, and then
the claws returned, followed by the next song.
Shit. If anyone had heard--
No one was looking up here.
Trevor slumped against the door. He told himself they
were safe here. A trellis and crawling ivy hid this
area, giving the landing at the top of the stairs a
fey appearance. Anyone looking up would not see him.
If anyone did find them, though, they would find out
about Graham. They might hurt him. He might hurt them.
Trevor had to keep him hidden and hope the shadows . .
..
Ironic thought; the darkness that hid their enemies
now also hid them.
Another scratch.
