Summer in Spain: Caspian
May. 26th, 2007 05:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparklebutchTitle: Summer in Spain
Fandom: Highlander
Character: Caspian
Summary: Another life, another name, same habits
He had spent the summer in Spain, lying low and keeping to himself, staying out of trouble while the sun was up in the sky and waiting for the heat to end. Caspian was more into the darkness, and just because he could survive in the desert, didn't mean that he liked it.
Children ran down the road just outside his front yard, laughing and calling out in their chirpy little voices, rolling a wooden wheel with sticks. Caspian watched them from inside the house and instinctively licked his lips.
Senor Kazpacho Andalus, as he was known in those days, was the eccentric foreigner who lived alone in the house where the curtains were always drawn, and the children saw it a game simply to run past the yard, touch the front gate and then run away shrieking and laughing. The adults thought him harmless, but not long after, children started disappearing. Caspian tried to limit himself, but the village was not large enough for unnoticeable stray children, like the cities were. It was always dangerous in the villages...
He remembered.
He had been small, small and alive and so hungry, when the childless elderly couple adopted him, taking him into their hut and placing a wooden bowl full of greens in front of him. He attacked the food ravenously then. They'd had a plot of their own and enough vegetables to support them, but they'd never had a child and so they were glad when the wild, nameless orphan from the woods crawled into the village. They took him in... He was never hungry after that, but he never forgot. The gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach never really went away.
He liked meat. There was rarely meat on the table. The older boys could hunt, but he was still too young, and the man who adopted him, his father, was too old. Caspian was six when he killed his first rabbit.
He was seven when pets, babies and small children started disappearing from the homes of families in the village.
He didn't remember what exactly happened when they found out.
Fandom: Highlander
Character: Caspian
Summary: Another life, another name, same habits
He had spent the summer in Spain, lying low and keeping to himself, staying out of trouble while the sun was up in the sky and waiting for the heat to end. Caspian was more into the darkness, and just because he could survive in the desert, didn't mean that he liked it.
Children ran down the road just outside his front yard, laughing and calling out in their chirpy little voices, rolling a wooden wheel with sticks. Caspian watched them from inside the house and instinctively licked his lips.
Senor Kazpacho Andalus, as he was known in those days, was the eccentric foreigner who lived alone in the house where the curtains were always drawn, and the children saw it a game simply to run past the yard, touch the front gate and then run away shrieking and laughing. The adults thought him harmless, but not long after, children started disappearing. Caspian tried to limit himself, but the village was not large enough for unnoticeable stray children, like the cities were. It was always dangerous in the villages...
He remembered.
He had been small, small and alive and so hungry, when the childless elderly couple adopted him, taking him into their hut and placing a wooden bowl full of greens in front of him. He attacked the food ravenously then. They'd had a plot of their own and enough vegetables to support them, but they'd never had a child and so they were glad when the wild, nameless orphan from the woods crawled into the village. They took him in... He was never hungry after that, but he never forgot. The gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach never really went away.
He liked meat. There was rarely meat on the table. The older boys could hunt, but he was still too young, and the man who adopted him, his father, was too old. Caspian was six when he killed his first rabbit.
He was seven when pets, babies and small children started disappearing from the homes of families in the village.
He didn't remember what exactly happened when they found out.
