When I finished Buried Treasure, I eagerly turned my attention to my patrons’ second tale, a drama. Despite not knowing who or what to feature in this story, eventually my mind began thinking about the month’s third story. Specifically, how I was planning on picking up with my hunter after the events of Scant Inch. Given that story, a drama felt like a wonderful opportunity to fill the gap between his more perilous adventures. With an extremely rough concept of what needed to happen, it took me a solid day or two to create the rough storyline.
In addition to exploring Solomon’s motivations, this story gives me the ability to expand his world. Even though I’ve placed this man in our world, it’s been shifted to one filled with the supernatural. Since I’ve focused on him, you’d think he was the only one aware of the danger. This tale turns that up on its head and explores a pair of characters who’ve become a part of Solomon’s life. Granted, I’m not able to fully explore their history. I’ve dropped enough to highlight a history that I hope to explore with future tales. Although I’d definitely have to introduce my stoic hunter to the wider world.
Along those lines, there was a picture from DeviantArt that caught my eye. Initially, my mind tried to shoehorn a different storyline onto it. But as I was writing this post, a more developed concept popped into my mind and developed. The breath of fresh air gives me an opportunity to explore Solomon’s connections with some of the characters introduced in this narrator.
So find a comfortable spat and join me for a look at the aftermath of Solomon’s recent battle with an old vampire.
After escaping from an ancient night stalker, by the skin of his teeth, Solomon’s doctor strives to keep him alive…
Soft murmurs washed over Solomon, and with each passing second, they intensified. When the utterances were becoming audible, Solomon could distinguish between a pair of individuals. Over the next few moments, the hunter’s eyes fluttered open as his gaze whipped about like an untethered hose. Once he’d taken in enough of his surroundings, he slammed his eyes shut as his brow furrowed, which released beads of sweat. As the salty liquid tumbled down his face, he swallowed several groans while forcing himself into a sitting position. “What’s happening?!”
The heated conversation ended abruptly as the participants joined the injured hunter. “Solomon, if you try to get up, you’ll tear your stitches, and we’ll have to rush you back into surgery.”
“Listen to Jacob,” a feminine voice said as a soft pair of hands pressed against Solomon’s chest, easing him back against the bed. When the hunter settled back onto the mattress, the woman’s gaze shifted to Jacob as her tongue ran across her lips. “Now that Solomon’s awake, we can have the discussion about his treatment with him. That way, you can explain why you are willing to let him die!”
“Sandra,” Jacob said as his fingertips dug into his temples, “you’re twisting my words. I’m Solomon’s doctor, not you. It’s my responsibility to ensure he gets treated rather than becoming an experiment.”
“Stop bickering!” Solomon grasped Sandra’s wrist as his gaze bounced between his doctor and the woman sitting beside him. “Instead of bickering about me, like I’m a naïve child, why don’t you try discussing the situation with me? Once I’m aware of all the details, I can make the choice regarding my treatment.”
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