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what did you do, look through my blog before following me?
I mean, it’s all cats and writing. There’s no sanity to speak of.
Monthly Archives: January 2014
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maybe you are confused about whom you are talking to?
“How could I ever love anybody like you?”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
She let him see her flinch at his abrupt appearance in front of her. “Are you angry because you remember the pain, or because I empathize? I would not have been shocked if you attacked me, either.” She drew in a deep breath, holding his gaze, and said, “If there is nothing good about you, why is your brother still alive?”
Damon kept his eyes narrowed, staring at her and shaking his head slowly. “Three reasons. One, I owe him an eternity of pain for making me like this in the first place. Two, the Salvatores ended with us. He’s the only family I have and he’s much more useful if he’s not dead. And three… They love him. And I love them. And I may be second choice, but neither would ever forgive me if I killed Stefan,” he said, searching her eyes. “Vampires have an increased capacity for emotions. There is no anger. There’s rage. There’s no sadness. There’s utter despair. You may think you know how I feel, but you don’t. Your body will never be able to hold that much emotion, because it would kill you, and last time I heard, you’re incredibly mortal.”
Anger, finally, burned behind her green eyes. “Don’t tell me what I can do. You don’t know what I can do. Shall I take it in? Your rage, your despair, your grief … your love? Shall I show you why I survive it, every day, surrounded by people who, if not individually, then collectively feel as strongly as you?” She unfolded her arms, lifting a hand between them, fingers spread wide and cupped around the palm. “Shall I suck it out of you the way you draw blood from your prey and show you the difference between lack of humanity and lack of feeling?”
Sparks, controlled but brilliant, lifted from each fingertip. “Don’t tell me what I can do. What I can sense. You think someone who survived 9/11 can’t survive /you/?”
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*suspiciously* how much are they paying you?
“How could I ever love anybody like you?”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
The blur of speed startled her. The anger, the hunger, did not. Hadn’t she observed that from the beginning, that dark bad-boy aura? Pushing herself out of her seat, Summer walked with deliberate grace and conscious speed to the edge of the road, where she folded her arms and watched. Knowing, now, that he could hear her, she said, “Do you think that will shock me, Damon?” A beat, then, “Moth. Flame.”
Damon heard Summer’s voice and narrowed his eyes, looking over at her from where he stood. He paused, digging his fingers into the girl and growling a little. He looked her in the eye. “Get back in the car and drive. Forget this,” he hissed, speeding away in a blur and going straight up to Summer. He looked down at her, staring at her and narrowing his eyes. “What would shock you, hm? Biting you? Drinking your blood? Killing you?” he asked, glaring. “I’m not a person to associate with. There’s nothing good about me, do you understand that?”
She let him see her flinch at his abrupt appearance in front of her. “Are you angry because you remember the pain, or because I empathize? I would not have been shocked if you attacked me, either.” She drew in a deep breath, holding his gaze, and said, “If there is nothing good about you, why is your brother still alive?”
[text to: gazelle boy] maybe you can explain it to me some time
[text to: gazelle boy] are you texting while driving?
[text: Summer] …
[text to: gazelle boy] I’m going to pretend you have a handsfree speech-to-text app
[text to: gazelle boy] or possibly that you aren’t actually coming because that is just how this night has gone
“How could I ever love anybody like you?”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
Dryly, she said, “That’s not a vampire thing. I’ve seen humans do it too. Maybe becoming a vampire, who is forced to feed on life as it dies under his hands, just makes it more accessible.” She didn’t mention the times she’d wished she was capable of flipping that switch herself. “Like a moth,” Summer went on, “you know the flame will destroy you but you can’t resist the call.” She gave a harsh chuckle. “And of all the people in this city, all the people in the world, you lit on me. The empath. The one who can feel your pain as you feel it, who can make it go away without costing you the rest of your humanity — the one person who will remind you constantly of what you want to ignore.”
Damon eyed her before sighing a little. “Yeah. For some reason,” he said, staring at her. He stood and walked away from her. He was… getting upset. It never ended well when he got upset. “I have to go,” he said, grabbing his jacket and slipping it on before zipping outside and down the street. He stood in the middle of the road, waiting for the car coming at him to stop. When it finally did, Damon ran to the door, yanked the door open, and pulled the girl out of the driver’s side. His eyes were dark, but first he compelled her not to scream no matter what.
The blur of speed startled her. The anger, the hunger, did not. Hadn’t she observed that from the beginning, that dark bad-boy aura? Pushing herself out of her seat, Summer walked with deliberate grace and conscious speed to the edge of the road, where she folded her arms and watched. Knowing, now, that he could hear her, she said, “Do you think that will shock me, Damon?” A beat, then, “Moth. Flame.”
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I really want a science fiction story where aliens come to invade earth and effortlessly wipe out humanity, only to be fought off by the wildlife.
They were expecting military resistance. They weren’t counting on bears.
Or Australia.
It took us a while to recover.
The first attacks were vicious and without warning. They hit the biggest cities in the world, the ones with the highest populations first. In the blink of an eye Karachi, Tokyo, Shanghai, Seoul, Delhi, Mexico City, Jakarta, Manilla, and New York City…all gone in fire.
The computers went next. All of them. Everything with transistors was theirs for the taking. “Some sort of quantum effect,” the braniacs at CERN said, just before they disappeared in their own firey hell that took out most of Switzerland as well as sizeable chunks of France and Italy.
By the time the enemy landed, we were pretty much defenseless. We couldn’t do much as they started…harvesting us. They didn’t want us dead, that’s for sure. We were no good to them dead.
It got really bad really fast, and then they stopped. And left. They literally ran like the demons of hell were hot on their heels. They left behind technology the likes of which we’d never seen before. Including a couple of their…processing plants.
We blew those up.
So yeah, it took a while for us to recover, to bring our technology back online, and start understanding theirs. To figure out what had happened, where they had gone.
And it urns out it wasn’t even us. They knew all about us, they’d studied us closely for a long time, to make sure we were compatible. They had us from the moment they fired the first shots from orbit.
They ignored everything else about the Earth, though. They didn’t bother to learn that we’re not the only animal species on Earth, and that we even share our lives with some of them. They didn’t bother to learn that there are bigger animals out in the wilds.
They didn’t bother to learn about the bears, or the wolves, or the hyenas, or the tigers. They didn’t bother to learn about the locusts, or ants, or spiders. They didn’t even know about birds.
Or the bees. According to what we’ve been able to translate, the bees really freaked them out. According to our best translation (which is admittedly shaky) their word for bees was roughly “poison drones.” Or possibly “poison demons.” Like I said, the translation is a little shaky. Either one makes me smile.
It was as if the Earth itself rose up and threw itself at the invaders. Not just to send them packing, but to make them pay. The fronts near the wildernesses crumbled first. The invaders quickly learned that they couldn’t go anywhere near the oceans or any large body of water. They never even got a foothold in Australia. From there it was just a matter of time.
When I think about being attacked by every insect and animal on Earth…hell, I’d run too. I fucking hate it when I walk into an empty spider web, let alone have them actively attack me.
We’re going be okay. I adopted a stray cat to keep me company, and to help keep the bad dreams away. The family down the street (they had two dogs and a parrot, so they made it through the invasion just fine) are keeping bees.
There are already plans for permanent protections for our wild spaces. The rainforests, which were going to be gone within a few generations, will live on. We’ve learned our lesson.
We’re going to be better stewards of this world. After all it did for us it’s the least we can do.
“How could I ever love anybody like you?”
“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“All that effort, in pursuit of a lie,” Summer murmured. “And you still actually want anything to do with the human race. Impressive.” She let her fingers rest lightly on his hand. “Your brother isn’t here now. So what will you do?”
Damon sighed, running his fingers through his hair, staring at her hand on his other. “I don’t know,” he said, sighing and looking away. “Vampires have this great little switch. We can turn off our humanity. It’s like a button. You push it, and all the pain is gone. All the pain and guilt and suffering and betrayal — gone. It doesn’t even matter. And for some goddamn reason, I can’t make myself hit the switch again.”
Dryly, she said, “That’s not a vampire thing. I’ve seen humans do it too. Maybe becoming a vampire, who is forced to feed on life as it dies under his hands, just makes it more accessible.” She didn’t mention the times she’d wished she was capable of flipping that switch herself. “Like a moth,” Summer went on, “you know the flame will destroy you but you can’t resist the call.” She gave a harsh chuckle. “And of all the people in this city, all the people in the world, you lit on me. The empath. The one who can feel your pain as you feel it, who can make it go away without costing you the rest of your humanity — the one person who will remind you constantly of what you want to ignore.”