Go watch the movie "What's your Raashee?" It's Bollywood, over three hours long, and will have you googling astrological signs all day long.
~Sarah
http://zodiac-traits.com/taurus-man-sagittarius-woman.html
Progression of Relationship: There will be little logic to the progression of the relationship. Neither sign is inclined to follow rules. They will quickly sense that about one another and work out a shared agenda for getting together. Sagittarius moves a lot faster than Taurus, but she will keep busy in other ways until he catches up with her. Both signs have a marvelous sense of humor. Tauruses are among the funniest people alive and Sagittarius' other epithet is "the Clown." Humor is a rare quality that they share.
How to Attract a Sagittarius Woman as a Taurus Man: Well, um, try not to fawn over her too much. Chances are she's busy, has lots of friends and activities, and likes to be independent. You'll have to convince her that you don't want to put a fence around her -- even though that's exactly what you want to do.A Taurus man can be very possessive. You may honestly think you have a right to own her, and there isn't a Sag gal in the universe that won't jump that fence and run free. But let her do it -- she'll come back. Not to worry. Try to take her somewhere fun, even if it means getting off the couch for a night -- and try not to be cheap about it either.
http://www.ask-oracle.com/sign-compatibility/taurus-man-sagittarius-woman/
These two sincerely focus on and enjoy the purely physical side of sex, but beyond that have quite a different approach to it. Taurus views sex as a way for him to connect with his lover on a deeper level and deepen their emotional connection. Sagittarius, on the other hand, looks at sex as something that is genuinely fun. She’s passionate and genuinely enthusiastic, but does not get bogged down with being overly sentimental. While he’s attempting to gaze deeply into her eyes, she will be distracted with nibbling at his ear. She is more likely to view sex as something casual that does not have to go along with a relationship, while he is less likely than other men to pursue meaningless sex. The mixed signals going on in the bedroom may further complicate and confuse what is going on outside of it.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Doug: Exhaustion
Exhaustion licks at the corners of my eyelids, but a sense of... not success but satisfaction fills me. Not only did I get my entire 8 page Amphibious Warfare paper done, in one night I might add, I also built an entire presentation on the battle for Tarawa from the ground up and presented it this morning. Both operations were a complete success. This does not thrill me. Victory is something I've always expected of myself.
But I am pleased.
The fact that I was up until 0130 last night and I ran six miles this morning is but icing on the cake. I deserve this. I deserve to go home and sleep. But there's one thing I'm going to do first.
Eat myself a goddamn American hamburger. In a German bar. And it's not even a burger, it's a bratwurst. But I'm in America. And I've been looking forward to it all week. So go eat some glass if you're a hater.
It's the freakin weekend baby. Christ, is this skippy mindset what Jasmine feels all the time? That's piles of suck. Oh well. One more week. Then Birthday ball. Fuckin' Rah.
-Doug
"How sweet it is to be loved by you."
-James Taylor
But I am pleased.
The fact that I was up until 0130 last night and I ran six miles this morning is but icing on the cake. I deserve this. I deserve to go home and sleep. But there's one thing I'm going to do first.
Eat myself a goddamn American hamburger. In a German bar. And it's not even a burger, it's a bratwurst. But I'm in America. And I've been looking forward to it all week. So go eat some glass if you're a hater.
It's the freakin weekend baby. Christ, is this skippy mindset what Jasmine feels all the time? That's piles of suck. Oh well. One more week. Then Birthday ball. Fuckin' Rah.
-Doug
"How sweet it is to be loved by you."
-James Taylor
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Meghan: Word Soup
I have half an hour until chemistry in which I don’t want to study, but I doubt I can write something meaningful in so short a period. Does every post have to be a meaningful revelation? Why yes it does, otherwise who would read it? I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t even write it. And the words are here, aren’t they? So it must be meaningful. Mahahaha I trapped you with logic, now you have to read it. Except for those of you who will now pull away and not read it because of your inner need to be illogical, your drive to swim against the tide. Those of you I can’t trap with my intoxicating words I will now suck through the computer screen into the black hole of my domain. Here I come. Wait for it.
...
...
...
Ah, tasty brains.
-M
...
...
...
Ah, tasty brains.
-M
Monday, October 25, 2010
Sarah: A Moment in Time
Its quiet. The calm humm of the refrigerator behind me and fan under my computer remind me that sounds exist. The loudest sound in the room is the typing of my fingers. This is a typical night once I've completed my chores, made my phone calls, gone to the store, and come home from school. Soon I will study.
I haven't posted in awhile. There hasn't been much to say. Same reason Abe hasn't posted, based on our conversation at Meghan's. There is no news. What are we supposed to say? The relationships in my life have ups and downs. They come and go, like seasonal rains germinating new growth. School is chaotic. Everything in school changes - due dates, test dates, the material, classes, teachers, grades, scores, times - but it all evens out into an equilibrium. Usually.
But, how I do miss passion! I used to find it in so many things as a child. I had so much curiosity and fire for life. Now, I feel like an eternal teenager. I find something and my love of it burns so quickly. Can anyone relate?
Sincerely,
Sarah
I haven't posted in awhile. There hasn't been much to say. Same reason Abe hasn't posted, based on our conversation at Meghan's. There is no news. What are we supposed to say? The relationships in my life have ups and downs. They come and go, like seasonal rains germinating new growth. School is chaotic. Everything in school changes - due dates, test dates, the material, classes, teachers, grades, scores, times - but it all evens out into an equilibrium. Usually.
But, how I do miss passion! I used to find it in so many things as a child. I had so much curiosity and fire for life. Now, I feel like an eternal teenager. I find something and my love of it burns so quickly. Can anyone relate?
Sincerely,
Sarah
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Doug: Quiet Optimism
I recline in front of Denny hall watching the leaves fall. Today is Thursday. Thursday is my holy day of rest. I have skipped War and Society in order to be properly prepared for Hebrew, and I find myself with fifteen spare minutes before that class. Hebrew is my hardest class. It's an entirely different language with entirely different everything. No vowels, kind of, two completely different scripts, and a completely screwed up way of pronouncing everything. EVERYTHING.
Still, my prof makes it entertaining. She's a loudmouthed Israeli who doesn't seem to believe in personal space or volume control. Best part is she's also a law student. I cannot imagine dad ever going to school with anyone like this, but then again, Tucker Max got a law degree, so I guess anything can happen. Her name is Hadar (pronounced Haddoh)and she's pretty awesome.
But none of that is on my mind right now. Right now I'm relaxing on the steps of Denny hall, watching the leaves fall and thinking about how beautiful fall is. The rain of dying leaves is just so pretty that it's hard to remember that winter is coming, though the temperature outside makes that fact pretty obvious. I am struck with a fragment of inspiration for my Bigstory and I file it in the back of my head where I've been keeping all my fragments. It'll come together, not now because i'm busy, but it will. I've got faith.
I've got a lot of faith recently. Not the 'Jesus loves me' type faith, because I don't get that. But the 'This is life, and no matter how dark it gets it'll be okay." kind of faith. I'm good with that. Quiet optimism. These leaves and the squirrels raiding the trees for food and the people walking by to and from class give me a quiet optimism. I guess that's the word for it.
There's a lot going on in and around me. But right now, right here, I've got a quiet moment all to myself. Sometimes that's all you can ask for.
-Doug
"Westward from the Davis straight t'is there t'was said to lie,
The sea route to the orient for which so many died,
Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones,
And a long forgotten lonely cairn of stones."
Stan Rodgers "Northwest Passage"
Still, my prof makes it entertaining. She's a loudmouthed Israeli who doesn't seem to believe in personal space or volume control. Best part is she's also a law student. I cannot imagine dad ever going to school with anyone like this, but then again, Tucker Max got a law degree, so I guess anything can happen. Her name is Hadar (pronounced Haddoh)and she's pretty awesome.
But none of that is on my mind right now. Right now I'm relaxing on the steps of Denny hall, watching the leaves fall and thinking about how beautiful fall is. The rain of dying leaves is just so pretty that it's hard to remember that winter is coming, though the temperature outside makes that fact pretty obvious. I am struck with a fragment of inspiration for my Bigstory and I file it in the back of my head where I've been keeping all my fragments. It'll come together, not now because i'm busy, but it will. I've got faith.
I've got a lot of faith recently. Not the 'Jesus loves me' type faith, because I don't get that. But the 'This is life, and no matter how dark it gets it'll be okay." kind of faith. I'm good with that. Quiet optimism. These leaves and the squirrels raiding the trees for food and the people walking by to and from class give me a quiet optimism. I guess that's the word for it.
There's a lot going on in and around me. But right now, right here, I've got a quiet moment all to myself. Sometimes that's all you can ask for.
-Doug
"Westward from the Davis straight t'is there t'was said to lie,
The sea route to the orient for which so many died,
Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones,
And a long forgotten lonely cairn of stones."
Stan Rodgers "Northwest Passage"
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Jasmine: Mindlessly Tired
I spend many of my days in a world that's just a little bit fuzzy around the edges. no i'm not doing drugs. most of you know my stance on drugs. I'm also not doing sleep. This isn't a choice I would normally make. In fact when I have the choice I fall immediately asleep for however long I am able. It's a choice I am forced to make because I want to be what it is that I want to be.
I recently started a job at a nursing home. An assisted living home actually, I think there is some distinction between the two but i'm not entirely certain what it is. Part of my reason for this job is that Kaufman's drastically cut down my hours to the point where I couldnt live off my wages. The other part is I want to get into medical school and need patient care experience.
I applied for the job a few weeks ago and that night I was working. They had an opening, actually a lot of openings for the graveyard shift. I was uneasy at first at the thought of working graveyard, afterall when would I sleep? I know better now, I simply dont sleep. But no other shift would work for me anyways stupid school. So I go to school and to work and a few nights a week along with a few hours in a random afternoon I get sleep.
I miss it. Sleep. I'm struggling to stay awake right now as I write this, but I have a test I need to leave for in 15 minutes so no sleep, not till after the test, then I have some sweet black nothing coming to me.
I recently started a job at a nursing home. An assisted living home actually, I think there is some distinction between the two but i'm not entirely certain what it is. Part of my reason for this job is that Kaufman's drastically cut down my hours to the point where I couldnt live off my wages. The other part is I want to get into medical school and need patient care experience.
I applied for the job a few weeks ago and that night I was working. They had an opening, actually a lot of openings for the graveyard shift. I was uneasy at first at the thought of working graveyard, afterall when would I sleep? I know better now, I simply dont sleep. But no other shift would work for me anyways stupid school. So I go to school and to work and a few nights a week along with a few hours in a random afternoon I get sleep.
I miss it. Sleep. I'm struggling to stay awake right now as I write this, but I have a test I need to leave for in 15 minutes so no sleep, not till after the test, then I have some sweet black nothing coming to me.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Meghan: Fall Break
“Are you sure?” I asked Jasmine for what had to be the hundredth time.
“I have no idea.” She answered again, peering at the house where we were to stay the night, “You’re the one who got the directions.”
It was fall break and Jasmine and I had decided to go camping. Unfortunately the lovely camping site we had chosen was booked through the break so we had had to deviate to something different. I had suggested a nudist retreat. More specifically, a nudist bed and breakfast that we had researched during the summer and had never gone to. So we called and they had an opening. But the calling process left me filled with suspicion. The bed and breakfast didn’t really have a website, only a phone number and email with which to reach the hostess. The hostess then gave me directions to her remote hotel which we drove to the next day. So here we had arrived, deeply concerned that the whole thing was just a website designed to lure naked helpless victims into some psychopath’s clutches. The bed and breakfast itself is quite near to Doug’s house and looks just like every other house there. This made me even more worried that there were people laughing in the bushes with cameras.
“Are you sure?”
“Let’s just go check.” Jasmine slid from the car to go ring the doorbell. I slowly walked behind her, scanning the area for any potential murderer or hoax. Unfortunately there was no one there. The hostess called me and said she was running a bit late so we went for coffee, then came back and made our suspicious approach once more. This time we were greeted at the door by a stout, cheerful, and completely naked woman. Trying to remain calm I pulled my little suitcase in and looked around at the cute house. It did look like a bed and breakfast, with the table set and an aqua blue pool glimmering in the backyard. We introduced ourselves and I tried to tell her early in the conversation that I had never done this before so she would understand the look in my eyes as a new nudist and not the serial killer gleam. She showed us the bathroom and our room, then we stripped down to towels while I fugitively glanced at the door every few seconds, worried that the hostess was going to pop up in the doorway and see me.
We went out to the pool and the hostess told us her life story about how she had turned to the ways of nudism. What is interesting about nudism is that it’s almost shameful to have any type of sexual contact when people are nude and in public. Even kissing is frowned upon as flagrant, probably because it is so much easier to take things further faster when there are no clothes whatsoever. So larger people, like the hostess feel more comfortable because others don’t evaluate their bodies when they’re naked. After talking we got to swim and hot tub which was lots of fun. Then there was amazing, amazing dinner, for which we had to put on constrictive clothing and go out. Jasmine kept tugging at her clothes, I was concerned that she had gotten too used to the nudist life and was going to rip them off and run free.
That afternoon we played card games by the side of the pool (actually I’m not sure if we played cards before or after we left for dinner) then we swam again at night. The sky and stars were beautiful, and I was no longer afraid of nudists. Later that night we played dominoes with the hostess before going to sleep. When we woke up there were eggs and French toast.
It was fun, I loved it and can’t help but wonder what would life be like if everywhere were this way.
-M
“I have no idea.” She answered again, peering at the house where we were to stay the night, “You’re the one who got the directions.”
It was fall break and Jasmine and I had decided to go camping. Unfortunately the lovely camping site we had chosen was booked through the break so we had had to deviate to something different. I had suggested a nudist retreat. More specifically, a nudist bed and breakfast that we had researched during the summer and had never gone to. So we called and they had an opening. But the calling process left me filled with suspicion. The bed and breakfast didn’t really have a website, only a phone number and email with which to reach the hostess. The hostess then gave me directions to her remote hotel which we drove to the next day. So here we had arrived, deeply concerned that the whole thing was just a website designed to lure naked helpless victims into some psychopath’s clutches. The bed and breakfast itself is quite near to Doug’s house and looks just like every other house there. This made me even more worried that there were people laughing in the bushes with cameras.
“Are you sure?”
“Let’s just go check.” Jasmine slid from the car to go ring the doorbell. I slowly walked behind her, scanning the area for any potential murderer or hoax. Unfortunately there was no one there. The hostess called me and said she was running a bit late so we went for coffee, then came back and made our suspicious approach once more. This time we were greeted at the door by a stout, cheerful, and completely naked woman. Trying to remain calm I pulled my little suitcase in and looked around at the cute house. It did look like a bed and breakfast, with the table set and an aqua blue pool glimmering in the backyard. We introduced ourselves and I tried to tell her early in the conversation that I had never done this before so she would understand the look in my eyes as a new nudist and not the serial killer gleam. She showed us the bathroom and our room, then we stripped down to towels while I fugitively glanced at the door every few seconds, worried that the hostess was going to pop up in the doorway and see me.
We went out to the pool and the hostess told us her life story about how she had turned to the ways of nudism. What is interesting about nudism is that it’s almost shameful to have any type of sexual contact when people are nude and in public. Even kissing is frowned upon as flagrant, probably because it is so much easier to take things further faster when there are no clothes whatsoever. So larger people, like the hostess feel more comfortable because others don’t evaluate their bodies when they’re naked. After talking we got to swim and hot tub which was lots of fun. Then there was amazing, amazing dinner, for which we had to put on constrictive clothing and go out. Jasmine kept tugging at her clothes, I was concerned that she had gotten too used to the nudist life and was going to rip them off and run free.
That afternoon we played card games by the side of the pool (actually I’m not sure if we played cards before or after we left for dinner) then we swam again at night. The sky and stars were beautiful, and I was no longer afraid of nudists. Later that night we played dominoes with the hostess before going to sleep. When we woke up there were eggs and French toast.
It was fun, I loved it and can’t help but wonder what would life be like if everywhere were this way.
-M
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Doug: I want.
I sit here and listen as brantner plays evanesance off heather’s IPod. I can hear the words, and I know the song well. Emotional, beautiful, soul rending. Maybe not soul rending, but a good song none the less. We’ve been drinking since ten, it’s now two oh eight. I’ve done nothing but bitch about how bitter I am about the Adrienne situation all night. Still, we played darts. We ate a good dinner at sSulzy’s. we watched the huskies get their shit wrecked by ASU. This is my life. Tomorrow I’m going to go out and try and find a car. I will survive this. I swear I will. I won’t let this break me, because I’m better than that. I don’t know why I feel this way. I wasn’t in love with this girl. Not for a second. Maybe it’s because I valued her on the same level as Marty, or Abe. A friendship so powerful it could accomplish anything. I trusted her, and because I trusted her my violation of her trust is so devastating. I don’t want to be this guy. Wasting my life thinking of a girl. But here I am, typing away at this stupid blog I wont even post. I’ve got to solve this or it’s going to kill me. One way or another, this has got to end soon. I’m not sure I can handle the things eating away at my brain. There’s monsters up there, and every single one of them is my own creation.
I built this armor, and this reputation. Yet, as I discover everything about the consequences of what I’ve created, the less and less inclined I am to value it. I certainly never want to be the scared kid with no experience. But there’s not much to be said for the experienced bitter guy either. I feel. I feel? What is this, some kind of sick pity party? I need to get over myself and clear my head. Get in the game. Well. At least get over the things I’ve done. But it’s true. As Admiral Adama says, “Sooner or later, you can’t hide from the things you’ve done.” Man was he right. That was another thing we were supposed to do. Watch Battlestar all the way through. Guess that’s never going to happen. Now Marty’s punching the air and I’m kind of freaked out. But I’m drunk enough not to worry. In fact. I’m drunk enough not to worry about most things. I mean, clearly everything will be okay, because that’s how it’s been before. Every time I do something serious, God, fate, or whoever gives me a good ending. It’s like… I dunno, being able to have infinite do overs. Probably there’s a justification for my behavior there, but really, what if I don’t get to do this one over? What if I don’t get a second chance? I almost can’t wrap my brain around the consequences of that one. What if my actions have permanently damaged something? Will I grow up and face it? Or will I just brush it off and go on playing god with people’s emotions?
I know what Adrienne would say. We used to play games. Who could be the most horrible. We used to think we were so superior, emotionless, uncomplicated people that were better than the rest of the peons around us. But she didn’t know. I knew, but I didn’t care. Because, while I love who I love, I feel like I’m not bound by the same sense of morality. She’d have two responses. One is the robot. “Of course you should be evil, armored, invincible. You’re an evil mindless robot.” But there would be that other answer too. The one she would give in all seriousness. “Get your shit together Wood. I used to think you were better than this, until you proved me wrong.”
I know who I should believe. I know who I should listen to. Even drunk Doug Wood knows that. But I did spend all this time investing in the dark side. It seems a shame to waste all that emotional adjustment. But the fact remains. I know what’s right and what’s wrong. Doesn’t mean I’ll follow it all the time. Just means I know.
I’m not perfect. But god damn it. I want my friend back.
-Doug
I built this armor, and this reputation. Yet, as I discover everything about the consequences of what I’ve created, the less and less inclined I am to value it. I certainly never want to be the scared kid with no experience. But there’s not much to be said for the experienced bitter guy either. I feel. I feel? What is this, some kind of sick pity party? I need to get over myself and clear my head. Get in the game. Well. At least get over the things I’ve done. But it’s true. As Admiral Adama says, “Sooner or later, you can’t hide from the things you’ve done.” Man was he right. That was another thing we were supposed to do. Watch Battlestar all the way through. Guess that’s never going to happen. Now Marty’s punching the air and I’m kind of freaked out. But I’m drunk enough not to worry. In fact. I’m drunk enough not to worry about most things. I mean, clearly everything will be okay, because that’s how it’s been before. Every time I do something serious, God, fate, or whoever gives me a good ending. It’s like… I dunno, being able to have infinite do overs. Probably there’s a justification for my behavior there, but really, what if I don’t get to do this one over? What if I don’t get a second chance? I almost can’t wrap my brain around the consequences of that one. What if my actions have permanently damaged something? Will I grow up and face it? Or will I just brush it off and go on playing god with people’s emotions?
I know what Adrienne would say. We used to play games. Who could be the most horrible. We used to think we were so superior, emotionless, uncomplicated people that were better than the rest of the peons around us. But she didn’t know. I knew, but I didn’t care. Because, while I love who I love, I feel like I’m not bound by the same sense of morality. She’d have two responses. One is the robot. “Of course you should be evil, armored, invincible. You’re an evil mindless robot.” But there would be that other answer too. The one she would give in all seriousness. “Get your shit together Wood. I used to think you were better than this, until you proved me wrong.”
I know who I should believe. I know who I should listen to. Even drunk Doug Wood knows that. But I did spend all this time investing in the dark side. It seems a shame to waste all that emotional adjustment. But the fact remains. I know what’s right and what’s wrong. Doesn’t mean I’ll follow it all the time. Just means I know.
I’m not perfect. But god damn it. I want my friend back.
-Doug
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Doug: Surrender
A girl stands alone in the center of a warehouse like room, illuminated by a pillar of bright sunlight. The edges of the room sit in deep shadow, the contrast between the two making the darkness impenetrable to her eyes. But she does not need to see to know that monsters lurk in the shadows.
Breathing deep, she raised her face to the sunlight, trying to somehow absorb its protective power. The warmth seemed to wash over and through her, passing but never remaining. After a minute she sighed and brought her face back down. “Of course that only works in the books.” A soft, almost resigned smile comes to her face. “I don’t suppose you’re one of those vampires that have a thing for pretty human girls that are the antithesis of everything you are?”
A dark chuckle emitted from the darkness directly in front of her.
The girl’s smile changed from resigned to slightly hopeful. “A sense of humor! That’s a good sign.”
“There’s nothing good about me, little one.” The voice was now behind her, and she twisted to look; eyes narrowed to penetrate the darkness.
“I’m sure that’s not true…” her voice wavered a little bit. He had put the fear back into her. She tried to move her arms across her chest in a defensive position, but the clanking of the shackles around her wrists reminded her that there was no defense possible. Swallowing hard, she forced her arms to stay straight at her sides, though she could not keep her hands from shaking ever so slightly.
Silence answered her. The pillar of sunlight had shifted slightly; it was no longer straight down upon her, but canted ever so slightly as the world turned. As its path continued, the light would slowly leave her body, from bare feet to the rich brown locks on her head. She would be unable to see her fate until the last second. It was both a torture and a mercy.
“Why wear that?” The monster at the edges of her vision asked, menace and irony in his voice.
She was confused for a second and then realized that the vampire was commenting on her dress. It was red little number with black lace that accentuated the plunging neckline and bare arms. The corset was ripped a little bit from where she had resisted her captors.
“I think they thought you would like it.” The girl examined it for the first time.
“This is just ridiculous.”
“Agreed. Snake owners do not dress the mice they feed to the pythons.” The voice got darker somehow, and the girl thought she could detect a hint of anger.
“You object to the entrée?” Her hand shot up to her mouth, unable to believe she’d just antagonized the vampire.
“I object to being FED.” The last word made the hairs on the back of her neck crawl. “I do not object to eating. In fact, the meal looks quite delicious.”
Despite the fear and sickening sensation that she was about to die the girl was oddly flattered. “Oh.” She looked down at her bare feet, realizing with a little start that the sun had already moved enough that they were in shadow. “Oh shit.”
“Time’s running out.” The dark chuckle again.
At that the dam broke. “Ohshitohshitohshit.” She scrambled, stepping back against her chains, attempting to get all of herself back into the sunlight. But it was too late, no matter how she move a part of her stayed in shadow.
“Stop that.” A low growl, the voice carrying over her, “It won’t help you.” There wasn’t regret in the voice, but there was softness. The monster knew how this ended; with blood and fear and death. The brown haired, dark eyed beauty could expect nothing less than death, but she through the tears and the terror that it wouldn’t be so bad.
After a few more minutes of crying, she managed to pull herself together enough to ask the most pressing thing on her mind: “Will it hurt?” She knew it was trivial, the monster couldn’t care less if it hurt her. Once it’s fangs were inside all reasonable thought would flee, and she would soon be just an empty piece of meat.
The voice did not answer for a long time. It was all the answer she needed. The sunlight continued to flee, stopping now at the girl’s knees. Her calves and feet were in darkness, yet still she lived. She held onto this fact, clutching at it like a lifeboat. Maybe he wouldn’t kill her. Maybe…
“It can hurt.” The voice finally said. “It can also be like floating off into a dream. It depends on the control involved.” There was hunger in that voice. “It depends on how long it’s been since the last one.”
The girl didn’t want to know how long it had been since the last one, but the monster answered her unspoken question. “A long time.”
“This day just gets better and better.” The sarcasm was back, clearly a coping mechanism. “I’m really glad that I’m not wearing shoes.” The girl examined her toes, squinting to see past the bright sunlight to the darkness that had now reached her midsection. “Something about shoes… so restrictive.” She squinted into the darkness, searching. “Would it kill you to share a few not dark words with the meal?”
Silence greeted her.
“Fantastic.” She wanted to sit down, but if she did she would be fully in the dark. Not that he couldn’t take her already, but the sun was like a token, albeit a fast disappearing one.
Time passed. The sunlight was almost gone, only her head was bathed in light now.
“I don’t want to die.” She whispered, more to herself. The vampire had not answered her repeated calls for talk. She had wanted to believe, initially, that she could talk herself out of this. But she knew now. “Why do I have to die?”
“Everything dies.” The voice finally appeared again, behind her. Closer. so close she was sure she could reach out and touch the owner, though she could not see. So quietly she wasn’t sure if she actually heard it: “I’ll be gentle.”
Her breath was shakey, a little ragged. She knew in that instant that she was really, for real, going to die. A steel grew inside of her, taking the fear and clamping it in restraints. If this was really going to happen then she wasn’t going to go piddling herself like a scared puppy. Se straightened up and said, “Give me until the sun is gone.”
“As you wish.” The monster didn’t say anything else, but she sensed it near her, waiting for the light to die.
She relished the warmth of the final rays of the sun, closed her eyes and felt it move over her skin. Every nerve ending was on fire with sensation, knowing it was the last time. Finally, the sun moved, and her whole body was in darkness.
“You are brave. There is something to be said about dying with honor.” The voice was tight, as though it was working hard to get the words out and remain in control. She didn’t answer it, merely raised a hand and lifted her hair back and away from her neck, tilting it for the appropriate angle.
She took a final, deep breath, relishing even the air now, and surrendered to the darkness…
-Doug
Breathing deep, she raised her face to the sunlight, trying to somehow absorb its protective power. The warmth seemed to wash over and through her, passing but never remaining. After a minute she sighed and brought her face back down. “Of course that only works in the books.” A soft, almost resigned smile comes to her face. “I don’t suppose you’re one of those vampires that have a thing for pretty human girls that are the antithesis of everything you are?”
A dark chuckle emitted from the darkness directly in front of her.
The girl’s smile changed from resigned to slightly hopeful. “A sense of humor! That’s a good sign.”
“There’s nothing good about me, little one.” The voice was now behind her, and she twisted to look; eyes narrowed to penetrate the darkness.
“I’m sure that’s not true…” her voice wavered a little bit. He had put the fear back into her. She tried to move her arms across her chest in a defensive position, but the clanking of the shackles around her wrists reminded her that there was no defense possible. Swallowing hard, she forced her arms to stay straight at her sides, though she could not keep her hands from shaking ever so slightly.
Silence answered her. The pillar of sunlight had shifted slightly; it was no longer straight down upon her, but canted ever so slightly as the world turned. As its path continued, the light would slowly leave her body, from bare feet to the rich brown locks on her head. She would be unable to see her fate until the last second. It was both a torture and a mercy.
“Why wear that?” The monster at the edges of her vision asked, menace and irony in his voice.
She was confused for a second and then realized that the vampire was commenting on her dress. It was red little number with black lace that accentuated the plunging neckline and bare arms. The corset was ripped a little bit from where she had resisted her captors.
“I think they thought you would like it.” The girl examined it for the first time.
“This is just ridiculous.”
“Agreed. Snake owners do not dress the mice they feed to the pythons.” The voice got darker somehow, and the girl thought she could detect a hint of anger.
“You object to the entrée?” Her hand shot up to her mouth, unable to believe she’d just antagonized the vampire.
“I object to being FED.” The last word made the hairs on the back of her neck crawl. “I do not object to eating. In fact, the meal looks quite delicious.”
Despite the fear and sickening sensation that she was about to die the girl was oddly flattered. “Oh.” She looked down at her bare feet, realizing with a little start that the sun had already moved enough that they were in shadow. “Oh shit.”
“Time’s running out.” The dark chuckle again.
At that the dam broke. “Ohshitohshitohshit.” She scrambled, stepping back against her chains, attempting to get all of herself back into the sunlight. But it was too late, no matter how she move a part of her stayed in shadow.
“Stop that.” A low growl, the voice carrying over her, “It won’t help you.” There wasn’t regret in the voice, but there was softness. The monster knew how this ended; with blood and fear and death. The brown haired, dark eyed beauty could expect nothing less than death, but she through the tears and the terror that it wouldn’t be so bad.
After a few more minutes of crying, she managed to pull herself together enough to ask the most pressing thing on her mind: “Will it hurt?” She knew it was trivial, the monster couldn’t care less if it hurt her. Once it’s fangs were inside all reasonable thought would flee, and she would soon be just an empty piece of meat.
The voice did not answer for a long time. It was all the answer she needed. The sunlight continued to flee, stopping now at the girl’s knees. Her calves and feet were in darkness, yet still she lived. She held onto this fact, clutching at it like a lifeboat. Maybe he wouldn’t kill her. Maybe…
“It can hurt.” The voice finally said. “It can also be like floating off into a dream. It depends on the control involved.” There was hunger in that voice. “It depends on how long it’s been since the last one.”
The girl didn’t want to know how long it had been since the last one, but the monster answered her unspoken question. “A long time.”
“This day just gets better and better.” The sarcasm was back, clearly a coping mechanism. “I’m really glad that I’m not wearing shoes.” The girl examined her toes, squinting to see past the bright sunlight to the darkness that had now reached her midsection. “Something about shoes… so restrictive.” She squinted into the darkness, searching. “Would it kill you to share a few not dark words with the meal?”
Silence greeted her.
“Fantastic.” She wanted to sit down, but if she did she would be fully in the dark. Not that he couldn’t take her already, but the sun was like a token, albeit a fast disappearing one.
Time passed. The sunlight was almost gone, only her head was bathed in light now.
“I don’t want to die.” She whispered, more to herself. The vampire had not answered her repeated calls for talk. She had wanted to believe, initially, that she could talk herself out of this. But she knew now. “Why do I have to die?”
“Everything dies.” The voice finally appeared again, behind her. Closer. so close she was sure she could reach out and touch the owner, though she could not see. So quietly she wasn’t sure if she actually heard it: “I’ll be gentle.”
Her breath was shakey, a little ragged. She knew in that instant that she was really, for real, going to die. A steel grew inside of her, taking the fear and clamping it in restraints. If this was really going to happen then she wasn’t going to go piddling herself like a scared puppy. Se straightened up and said, “Give me until the sun is gone.”
“As you wish.” The monster didn’t say anything else, but she sensed it near her, waiting for the light to die.
She relished the warmth of the final rays of the sun, closed her eyes and felt it move over her skin. Every nerve ending was on fire with sensation, knowing it was the last time. Finally, the sun moved, and her whole body was in darkness.
“You are brave. There is something to be said about dying with honor.” The voice was tight, as though it was working hard to get the words out and remain in control. She didn’t answer it, merely raised a hand and lifted her hair back and away from her neck, tilting it for the appropriate angle.
She took a final, deep breath, relishing even the air now, and surrendered to the darkness…
-Doug
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)