3.5.08
So much fucking bullshit!
It's no wonder I can't stay focused, and in a way it really
doesn't matter.
VvvvV
4.07.08
The Vampire sat in the dark room. There was no moon tonight, and
the open window shared no evening light. With his left hand he
reached out for the lighter, and with his right picked up the
candlestick holding a slender black candle. He lit the lighter and
then the candle. It's flame flickered bright in the dark room. He
then rose and walked to the fireplace and placed the candlestick
on the mantle. He then returned to his chair and glanced at the
dancing flame. In the blackness of the room the tiny fire looked
like it was floating in the air. "For the one of a
friend," he said quietly.
VvvvV
4.10.08
The Vampire sat in the chair with his earphones on listening to
" Du Hast" as the fire raged across the room, behind
him. He could feel the heat...knew the books on the shelves were
blistering and burning. Could feel the sweat rolling down his
chest, his temples. "Not much longer," he thought to
himself. He looked into the fireplace before him. The normally
generous fire was dwarfed compared to the raging flames behind
him. A slow grin curled his lips as he felt the heat bearing
upon him. His back became uncomfortably warm as the flames
licked closer. He reached over to the stereo and turned the
volume up even more. The German words and strong rhymes beat
into his head, drowning the sound of the fire roaring closer.
VvvvV
4.17.08
He felt the first few raindrops
hit the top of his head and shoulders. It took him by surprise
as it wasn't even overcast. He glanced upward as the rainfall
increased. He normally liked rain but he had a very bad feeling
about this. An almost irrational notion crossed his mind and he
quickened his pace. The downpour continued, and his dark hair
and jacket were now soaked. He suddenly realized the rain
felt...heavier. He glanced upward and watched the sky darken as
the color of the raindrops changed. "Shit!" he
exclaimed and started to run. The drops had turned into some
type of oil or sludge. It pelted down on him, but not did roll
off his back as did the water before. He could feel the weight
of the sludge as it clung to him, making his steps more
difficult. He tried without much success to push the oily
residue from his jacket and hair.
Glaring ahead he could vaguely see the silhouette of his
house through the blackish rain. "I'll never make it,"
he said with panic in his voice. Even trying to walk quickly was
difficult as he labored to pull free from the sludge-like muck
on the ground. "I'm not trying hard enough!" he
growled through grit teeth. With much effort he moved forward a
few more yards as the darkness from the sky heaped upon his
shoulders and head, pressing him down. He realized it was
difficult to breath now and panic rose in his throat. His mind
screamed, "If I can just make it to the yard I might have a
chance." It was only a few more slow steps before the
weight of the sludge pushed him to the ground. He could feel it
covering him as he lay there. Thoughts raced through his head as
he labored to breath. "It is justified then," he
thought. He would have nodded his head if he could. The best he
could do was slowly turn his cheek to the ground so his nose
wouldn't be pushed into the earth. The ooze slowly crushed down
on him, smothering him. He lay there, unable to move as the
downpour continued, resigning himself easily after the thoughts
churning through his head made it all logical.
VvvvV
4.22.08
Sometimes
I just feel like grabbing a cooking fork in each hand and
slamming them into my throat just above my
collarbone and seeing if I can rip them up through my neck
(maybe even manage to mangle my head off - HA!). Then all my
passions would spill out and FINALLY be useful - as a lovely
shade of red dye! Yeah..*smirk*
Where the fuck is my camera?
VvvvV
4.30.08
Dr. Necessitor worked diligently on the experiment all night. He
glanced at his notes and furrowed his brows. "Dammit,"
he growled. My experiment's a failure!" He thought for a
moment and then corrected himself. "It's not a
failure," he sighed, "It just didn't give me the
results I wanted." He tossed the notebook onto the counter
and left The Lab.
VvvvV
7.26.08
Through the darkness on the inside of his eyelids he looked down
the shadowed hallway. As he concentrated on trying to pick out
the floor and walls, the hallway became almost pitch black.
Suddenly there was a pin of a speck of light at the end of what
was the hall. It was bright white and not offensive. It was
hopeful. Bright, white, hopeful.
Suddenly the tiny white light started to fade, slowly fading
into black itself. It was then he realized that the white light
was the center of an eye's pupil. The outline of the eye was
barely visible. It was a small eye...floating around, just
glaring back at him. To no surprise the eye then started to fade
into the pitch black void. He sighed heavily. To no surprise.
VvvvV
8.02.08
Dr. Necessitor sat in his favorite leather chair in front of the
fireplace and contemplated a few things. He thought of all the
damage he had done in the past, and all the damage he was doing
now. Sometimes this bothered him immensely and other times he
really didn't care at all - one the contrary - he wanted to
cause more damage.
The Vampire thought of all the bridges he had burned, and never
looked back. "One doesn't need complications," he
grumbled to himself. He thought of just recently when he had
some business in town and how crowded the place was. Humans were
everywhere - in his way, cluttering the hallways, murmuring
about bullshit or talking loudly on their cell phones. He
frowned and returned his thoughts back to burning bridges - at
least that was more pleasant. "Yes," he nodded, as he
thought of that one fateful day on the beach when he had
confronted her. "Yes," he repeated, "Time to burn
more."
VvvvV
8.04.08
The Vampire was sitting before the fireplace and something
caught his eye, and he stood and walked to the mantle over the
fireplace. "What's this?" he said to no one. There
were several small figurines where there had not been any
before. "Nothing belongs on this mantle," he growled.
Nobody heard him. He picked up the one and glanced at it. He had
seen this one before, but he couldn't place where. "Nothing
belongs here," he said again as he moved to sling it into
the fireplace. His arm stopped of it's own accord before he
released the object. It seemed familiar. "Doesn't
matter," he replied out loud to the thought in his head. He
tossed it into the fire, and the flames rose up a bit as the
figurine hit the ashes.
He glanced up at the other two and grit his teeth. "These
shouldn't be here." In one quick movement he snatched them
both with his hands and summarily tossed them into the flames as
well.
"Can't let things get cluttered," he grumbled as he
walked from the fireplace. His steps took him to the sidebar,
and without thinking he turned and walked back toward the
fireplace, his hands now clasped behind his back. He must have
paced for 20 minutes before he stopped, furrowed his brow, then
sighed. More steps took him to the foyer, then out the door and
into the night.
VvvvV
8.06.08
Can't
Accept
Responsibility for
Everyone
I care about people *smirk*
VvvvV
8.24.08
He stood on the edge of the beach, just out of reach of the
incoming waves and stared out into the near infinity of the
ocean. She walked up slowly behind him and reached her hand up,
knowingly caressing his left shoulder and arm. He knew she was
there even before she touched him. In a quiet voice she said,
"Doc, it's them or you, you realize that, right?" He
signed and replied, "Yes, of course."
Addressing him again, she said, "John, you need to be
selfish." She paused a moment and said, "For me."
An evil grin curled his lips and he repeated, "Yes, of
course," never taking his eyes from the endless waves. He
felt her left hand slid down to his waist, and her right match
the other side. She started to grasp his sides, digging her
nails into his flesh through the shirt. He started to laugh then
grabbed her wrists and pulled them forward, wrapping her arms
around his waist. He held her hands tight so she couldn't move
away easily. He felt her rest her forehead against his back.
"Don't you worry," he said with a grin, "I'll
take care of things." He heard her sigh in relief.
VvvvV
9.14.08
Henry.......Edward........Edward.........Henry
I can't love
I can't feel love
Ha! sad for you Edward.......and you Henry....because she
doesn't love you either way.
Give in to Edward though, Henry...or you'll fucking go
insane...oops! too late - LMAO!
VvvvV
9.21.08
He thought of things from the past....like when it was storming
at the gardens, and everyone was stranded under a building by a
train station - and the rain poured down...in torrents.....off
the roof in a constant wall of water....and he imagined it was
blood. It was such a calming thought....and he wished he could
feel that calm right now.
VvvvV
9.25.08
She craned her neck to look up the sheer cliffs of the Palisades
against the night sky. The autumn air held a chill, and the wind
coming off the Atlantic made the area even cooler. Turning her
attention back to the one in front of her she realized that he
was quite a bit farther ahead. She would have to run to catch up
to him. With a sprint, she took off down the beach toward the
Vampire. Finally reaching him, she kept up a faster pace to
match his long strides. With a stern look on his face, he looked
at her and growled, "What?"
"Slow down already!" she growled back. Unexpectedly he
stopped short and turned toward her. She actually didn't think
he'd even slow down. Raising an eyebrow he questioned,
"Well?"
She stepped closer and grasped his upper arm and pulled him
slightly down to her as she tiptoed up and leaned close to the
side of his face. Whispering in his ear, she implored him to see
reason. Leaning back, she released his arm and stood in the sand
- keeping an eye on his right hand. She expected it to raise and
was ready to move out of the way of a solid whack. Instead he
balled his hand into a fist and kept it to his side. She glanced
at his left hand to see a mirror image.
She couldn't help it, but a smirk started to form on her lips.
He glared at her with disdain, but just for a moment. It was
enough to make her frown, then sigh. "You know I'm
right," she said softly. He turned away from her now, anger
in his eyes. She could hear him mumbling under his breath, but
didn't think she wanted to hear what he was saying.
He glanced back at her and sighed heavily - a stern look on his
face. She reached up and traced her finger over a lock of hair
by his left ear, then let her arm drop. He grinned slightly, now
raising his hand. The Vampire feigned a pop to her head then
grinned a bit more. Slowly a more serious expression came across
his face and he nodded once. "Let's walk," he said,
and started moving forward, though not at the quick pace that he
was moving before. She walked alongside him, keeping her face
straight ahead, as she knew he was. A slight grin curled her
lips.
VvvvV
10.01.08
Oh yeah..........and Alex....if you f**king love Ken so much,
why don't you go backstage and f**king suck his c**k?
*evil grin* Can't wait to see who kills kenny.
VvvvV
10.10.08
He grinned slightly, cryptically, upon his realization. The
beast had minions. "Little fuckers," he sighed. He
wondered if they were the same ones who showed themselves behind
his closed eyelids in the dark recesses of the coffin.
"It's possible, but unlikely," he muttered. Those
eerily alive-ish ones were somehow different from the others.
The Vampire sighed again. He had thought about writing of her a
day or two ago, but was advised against it. With a smirk, he
rolled his eyes, then gently picked up the icepick and placed it
back into the drawer....though the images in his head concerning
the matter were as sharp as the icepick itself.
VvvvV
10.12.08
Dr. Necessitor sat in his favorite chair in front of the
fireplace. He rested his chin on two fingers and the thumb of
the arm that was poised on one of the arms of the chair.
He thought about people he hadn't been in contact with in
awhile. His fledgling came to mind. They had so much more to
explore with her telekinetic abilities - some that she had
passed on to him with the embrace. He hoped she was doing well.
He also thought of the Angel and sighed heavily. She despised
the name, yet let him get away with calling her that. This
special being he was happy for, yet worried for her as well.
Those thoughts led to others. He thought about someone he had
been short with recently. His Lab Assistant came to mind. It
wasn't without reason that he was irritated. Then again - it was
possible he got irritated easily. An evil grin curled his lips.
He thought about others he had been curt to and sighed again.
He began to let his mind wander to all the people that were in
his life in some way. Many beings and creatures of the night
crowded his mind and what was left of his grin slowly faded
away. Many beings.
Growling under his breath he said, "I know where my home
is." He watched the flames lick up the brick walls of the
fireplace and repeated, "I know where my home is."
VvvvV
10.13.08
The Vampire thought about the term "Danger Zone."
There were probably many types of danger zones; sunlight,
beheading. He thought of the myths of garlic and a stake through
the heart and laughed. The thought of silver bullets also made
him chuckle. His brow furrowed a bit as other types of danger
zones came to mind. Some danger zones were exhilerating, and
some other certainly needed to be done away with.
