That darn floormat...

Another prompt from then"642 things to write about" book that I enjoyed.. I should really try to write  something where people don't die... #nah



Jenny was walking to the Paradise Theatre when out of nowhere the car hit her. She smiled as she flew over the hood of the car because she didn't feel the pain. But she could hear the Paul Chambers song on the car radio over the rushing wind and it was her favorite song. She was still smiling as she hit the pavement, the lyrics her last thoughts as her life drained away.

Ken looked up as he heard a thump. Finally he was able to slam on the brakes but it was too late. He saw something fly over the hood and he knew it was a body. As the Paradise Theatre loomed closer in his windshield he looked down at his new floor mats. 'Damn these floor mats... I just wanted to impress Jenny... She thought my car would look so much cooler with them...' He stared at the imposing theatre front, knowing it was too late for him as it was too late for the person who had gone over his hood and he smiled. 'Peter Chambers... This is Jenny's favorite song... '

Le sigh....

ST Chapter 10

And here it is! The tenth and final chapter! yay!

CHAPTER 10

The moment I entered the town I could hear the screams. ‘Great, now what?’ I quickened my pace, hoping Valentine had not returned, but not ruling out the possibility. I gazed around the town that I had lived in for 4 years now and my mouth hung open at what I was witnessing.

The town was infested with vampires. They were upon every home, every street; it was insanity. The town had become a bloodbath. I started to walk slowly through the town, not particularly wanting to see, but needing to see in order to believe. There was a vampire on one street, sucking on the leg of what looked to be a small child, pausing long enough to lick some blood off his fingers. On another street, a vampire was devouring an older woman as two small children watched in horror; holding each other as they screamed for their mommy. I observed as the vampire smiled at them and then pointed to one of the children, as if signaling who was going to be next. It was a disgusting sight and my instincts told me it was Valentine; my instincts were never wrong. I then realized I had to kill Valentine or he would never leave me, or the cities I went to, alone.

           

My noise caught the scent of something burning and I noticed that the houses that weren’t infested with vampires were burning. ‘Looks like Valentine has finally started recruiting some friends’, I thought staring at the horror-filled town.  No one was safe in the town. I had to get as many people out alive as I could. I started towards the first house in my line of sight but could smell that no one was there, so I moved on. The next house was eerily quiet but I could smell blood coming from the second floor. I walked up the steps, not sure what I would find, sniffing the air, the blood smelling like any fine meal would smell to a human. When I got to the first bedroom, even with the door closed, the smell overpowered me; this was where it had happened. I tried to open the door but it was block by something. I pushed a little hard, shoving the door open with whatever was blocking the door flying across the room to land in a heap on the bed. Immediately in front of my I noticed a large pool of blood; I ran my finger through it as a lover does down his woman’s cheek. I brought my finger in front of my eyes, transfixed by the sight and smell of the blood. I wanted to taste it so badly that my stomach cramped just at the thought. “No…” I whispered and with more will power then I knew I had, I wiped the blood on my jeans. I went to the bed to examine whatever it was that had flown across the room. When I got to the bed I realized it was a little girl; probably the little girl whose room this was. She was lifeless and bloodless, whatever it was that had killed her tearing her throat apart. She must have died instantly. I leaned over her, the smell of blood so strong in my nostrils. I leaned in close, the smell filling up my nose, urging my to taste it, just a little… that there was nothing wrong with human blood, that it would help me. The blood was a living thing, tempting me, wanting me to taste it. I crawled on the bed and lumbered over her trying to stop myself but the blood was too enticing. I grabbed the little girl in my arms and stared at the gap where her throat used to be. ‘there… there was where I would taste her…’

I slowly inclined my head, my mouth drooling, my tongue moving on its own accord, feeling the sharp points of the two teeth, and then slowly parting my lips to meet the gap of flesh that would soon fill my mouth.

“What the FUCK?” I jerked my head back as someone screamed that in my direction. I knew I looked like a monster but I didn’t care. I had been so close… so close… I haven’t even heard this person come in I was so entranced with the thought that I would taste human blood soon.

“Cindy? Cindy! What have you done to her?”

I shook my head trying to wake myself from my trance, but the smell of blood was still infused in my system. I didn’t know what to do so I threw Cindy roughly away from me, jumped off the bed, shoved the guy out of my way, so hard he crashed into the wall and ran out of the house. I could hear the man calling Cindy’s name and crying. Once I got outside I stopped to try and gather myself. I had to stop myself before I did something like I had almost done. I felt something hit my shoulder and turned around. The man was at his window, throwing things at me.

“How could you! She was my only family… now I have nothing! Nothing! I hate you you dirty vampire! You are the devil’s spawn and I hope you die a horrible death!”

He continued to shout profanities and throw things at me as I stumbled out of his line of sight. What had I almost done? I was just as bad as Valentine. And I knew as long as he lived, he would hold that over me and make my life a living hell like he had already done. I had to stop him.

I started walking towards the center of town; towards the clock tower, knowing that was where Valentine would be. I could smell his stink from across town. There was no denying it. I stalked across town, ignoring everyone and thing around me. There was no point anymore of me trying to blend in and act human. I was done with that game. I would kill Valentine and start living my own life, start embracing the fact that I was a… vampire. It was still hard for me to say but that’s what I was, damn all humans and anyone who tried to get in my way. “Drake!” A women’s voice called my name. Celeste. How I would miss her; those perfect legs; that sexy smile of hers. She had been the best one so far; out of all the Celeste’s I had met. I turned towards her to see her sitting in front of her house with a dazed expression in her eyes. “Drake! Help me!” I looked at her with longing; she probably tasted great. Then I thought, ‘What the hell? I’m leaving this town, it’s all gone to shit, they all hate me, and I am sure they all think that Celeste is the town whore. I need strength to fight Valentine and only human blood can help me with that. One more dead human won’t hurt …’ I changed my course, now heading towards her. She only noticed I was there when I was about five feet in front of her.

            “Are you here to help me?” She asked, looking very helpless in her tiny pink skirt.

            “Yes babe. Now it’s time for you to relax and go to sleep.” I crouched down so that both our faces were level. She looked me in the eyes, her face completely blank, with only her eyes showing her fear. “I trust you Drake. You are here to save me.”

            “Yes…yes I am.” I descended my head slowly towards her neck, my teeth growing at the thought of human blood. “I know that we are both going to enjoy this very much.” I inserted a happy memory into Celeste’s mind; the memory from a few hours ago when she had ‘such a wonderful time’ with me. The memory was so pleasant that she didn’t make a sound when my teeth punctured her neck even though I knew how much it hurt. I nearly gasped in ecstasy when her blood filled my mouth. I had never had human blood before, and her blood was wonderful. I drank from her hungrily, draining her as I had done with the deer. I felt it coursing through my veins, giving me strength I had never felt before. I never wanted her blood to end, but when she was finally dry I gently placed her on the lawn. She still looked beautiful even with all her blood gone. I stared at her for a moment, allowing myself to remember the good times with her. I then ripped out her heart and ate it, for good measure. Plus, it was a dessert after that big meal. I sat down for a moment and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the blood flowing through my veins. It was better than I had ever imagined.     

            When I opened my eyes again they were completely black instead of the green color they usually were. A crowd had gathered around me to see what I had done to Celeste. They all gasped in horror when they saw Celeste’s lifeless body, the huge hole in her chest and her skin an ashen grey, devoid of all blood. After they had had their morbid fill of looking at Celeste’s corpse, they noticed me. Someone in the crowd screamed, taking in the full effect of my black eyes and large fangs. Finally, my full strength had returned. I knew that I was strong enough to beat Valentine, no matter what. I stood up and the crowd backed away, terrified. “Get out of our town you freak!” a voice said from the back of the crowd. It had been said quietly, but I heard it as though it was said into my ear. In the next instant I was beside the person, his neck in my hand. The people in the crowd shrieked. I saw who the voice belonged to. Andrew, the guy Celeste had told me about; the man before me. “I could kill you in an instant.” I growled at the man. Just to show how powerful I had become, with a quick flick of the wrist, Andrew’s neck was broken. I heard a woman scream and the crowd dispersed. They were done looking at the monster and ran for the safety of the homes that weren’t on fire. ‘Stupid humans’ I thought as I started to walk towards the center of town; toward Valentine. I could now feel him in my mind, pulling me to him. It looked like he wanted the confrontation as much as I did.

            I reached the clock tower. It was guarded by two vampires. ‘Not a problem’ I thought. They were newly made vampires. They had no power, no strength. I punched through the stomach of one of the vampires and ripped him in half as I used the other hand to rip the second vampire’s head off. I was instantly coated in blood but I licked most of it off my hand. ‘Why did I never drink human blood? They mean nothing to me. This power is awesome’ I wondered upon entering the clock tower. Laughter surrounded me and filled my head, making it impossible for me to think for a few seconds. The time had finally come for me and Valentine to fight.  

            The laughter ended abruptly, allowing my thoughts to flow again. I looked around the room and at first could see no one but I stayed where I was, with my back against the door so that he could not sneak up behind me. I waited for him to make the first move. I stayed there; tense, for a few more seconds until finally Valentine revealed himself before me. “So shall we fight? I have a dinner party to attend to soon so I would like to get this over with.” I laughed, staring right at his face. “Let’s do this then!” Before I even finished my sentence I was running towards him thinking I could get to him before he could get to me. I knew that I could win this fight; I had to win this fight; this is what all that training in all the different towns had been for.

            I was on the floor before I knew it. Valentine was laughing above me. “Silly boy. You don’t know anything about fighting.” I used my legs to trip him stopping his maniacal laughter. He fell with a thud, getting the wind knocked out of him. “I don’t know anything, huh?” I lunged at him, swiping one arm across his chest, using the other to punch him square in the face, instantly breaking his nose. I smirked as he started to bleed; apparently he had just fed as well or else there would be no blood for him to lose. The smirk was wiped from my face, however, when I saw the scratches immediately begin to heal and the blood stop dripping. “You are not as bad as I thought. Too bad you can never kill me. I am more powerful than anyone; I can never be stopped.”

            Suddenly he was behind me, ripping my left arm off. I swore very loudly and staggered away from him. I could not let this guy win! I walked as quickly as I could away from him, spilling blood the whole way; the wound starting to heal after 30 seconds. I could not heal as quickly as Valentine, but I could still heal. I had to think of a plan; something that I could do to get him off balance.  I started to circle the room, keeping him in sight, while I thought of what I could do. And then, an epiphany. “So… Valentine… any word from Elianore?” I sensed Valentine freezing in mid-stride. “I heard that she got murdered or something, because of you?” I knew I had gotten under his skin when he growled “What do you know about her? You know nothing!” I slowly made my way behind Valentine, keeping hidden behind the pillars that were in the room. I could see, as if they were my own, that his thoughts had turned to Elianore. He was not thinking about my location.

            “Well, I don’t know. She was the love of your life, so I heard.” I laughed to myself as I saw Valentine grow angrier and angrier. I was almost behind him. Only a few more steps and I would have him. He screamed then, not out loud but in my head, his scream filling my head, making me stop and fall to my knees, clutching my head. No… I couldn’t let him stop me when I was this close. I closed my eyes and concentrated, concentrated on driving the scream from my head, and focused on what he was saying now. “It wasn’t even my fault! If she had only listened to…” Before he finished his thought, I lunged at him, putting all my strength into my right hand in order to drive it through his chest. Valentine let out a surprised gasp and looked down at my hand, not certain what had just happened. I let him observe my hand for a few seconds more before ripping his heart through his back. I walked in front of Valentine and made sure that he was watching me as I devoured his heart. Valentine’s mouth was “o” shaped and the expression never changed even as I tore his skull from the jaw, brains included ‘Finally’ I thought as I watched his body slump to the floor.  No longer would I have to deal with him or hear his voice. I felt the blood from his heart coursing through me, giving me more power than I could ever imagine. I had killed my master vampire, and now I had taken his place. I had gained his powers and now I could never be stopped. As if to prove this fact, the stump where my left arm had been began to tingle. I looked down and watched in amazement as it started to regenerate.  

            ‘It’s time I start living like a real vampire’. I began to laugh as this thought crossed my mind. I walked from the clock tower, covered in blood. The town was still ablaze, still being overrun by vampires, and in an instant I wiped the memories of all the vampires and all the humans in town. The vampires, confused with their hunger and what they were doing turned on each other and soon killed each other off. The humans, not sure what was happening, just started putting out fires, helping each other out. I no longer cared about these people. I had learned all of Valentine’s secrets after eating his heart. I had to get to this dinner party of his. There were going to be important people there, important people who may not be too happy when they found out Valentine was dead. I knew what my next destination was and I had to get started; the sun was going to rise in an hour or two, and I needed a place to sleep the day away. Though, if I had gained all of Valentine’s powers… I looked at my left arm, thinking if I had gained that power from drinking Valentine’s blood… I wondered what else was possible… I couldn’t wait to find out.

ST Chapter 9

So I realized that I wrote the final two chapters but never actually posted them.. ha So finally (for me anyways) ST is done! Here is Chapter 9 and I will post chapter 10 right after! Yay!

CHAPTER 9

            I woke with a start, sweat dripping down my body; and yet, I was so cold inside. I wondered to myself why I was so cold. I started to laugh, the laughter bitter; ‘I know why I am so cold…’ I continued to laugh until I heard a soft noise off to my right and I froze. Not a muscle in my body moved as I used my eyes to peer around me.

            “You need to learn how to relax”, a soft voice uttered in my ear. My body remained tense, even though I recognized the voice. “Celeste…” I whispered into the blackened room. I had forgotten that we had fallen asleep together. “Just leave, please.” Celeste made little whimpering noises. “But Drake, we had such a wonderful time together…” Through the darkness I could see her face as bright as day. I watched as her mouth turned into a seductive smile. That was the smile that pulled me to her in the first place. “I know you can see my smile and I know that you had as much fun as I did last night…”

            “You have no idea what I can and can not see! Why can’t you just leave me alone?!” I growled at her. She winced. I knew that would get to her; she hated when I told her to leave me alone. She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest, but she didn’t move. “I know you don’t mean that. Why else would you keep coming back?”

“Look… it was a moment of weakness… a lot of moments of weakness. You are the only one that talks to me here. I don’t want a relationship with you. I don’t want anything with you, so just get out of my house.” She stomped her heel like a child, but she finally turned, grabbed her purse and walked out. ‘Good riddance.’ I thought. It had been too long without any word from Valentine and I was getting restless. I tried several times to get rid of her so that Valentine would never know how much I loved her. A human and me together… what a ridiculous thought. But it was a thought I kept coming back to. I lay back down on my bed, my mind going to the first time I met Celeste; when I had gone into that bar, hoping for no one to bother me. How she had sat down besides me, her smell engulfing me…  and then she had told me her name, “Celeste”… But before I could replay the memory in my mind, my stomach started to growl. “Not again…” I groaned. I guess it was time to go eat. I got out of bed and threw on my clothes, grumbling to myself because I did not want to have to go do this again, not in this town. I liked this town and it was only partly because of Celeste. Everyone left me alone. Even if they only left me alone because they were scared of me, they still left me alone. I didn’t want to be forced out of another town. I was hoping if I didn’t get close to anyone here, everyone would be safe, unlike all those other times.

            I walked out the door and looked up into the dark night, enjoying the light from the moon. ‘Ah… my friend… you treat me so well… it’s your opposite that I hate so much.’ I laughed at the corney-ness of my thoughts as I continued to gaze at the moon. I turned my stare down to my neighborhood and noticed a large crowd had gathered around the house next to mine. I walked over and the townspeople began glaring at me, as if I had done something wrong. I pushed my way through the crowd to see what was going on at my neighbor’s house.  The first thing I noticed was the blood. I winced when the smell of the blood made my stomach growl, increasing my hunger. I continued through the crowd until I was at the front. In front of me lay a very violent scene. I saw a body, sans head. It looked as though the head had been torn completely off. Even more disturbing, the stomach was ripped open from side to side and sucked dry; there was not a drop of blood inside the body, the intestines shriveled up as if they had stayed in the sun a long time. My stomach clenched with hunger again as I wondered where the blood had went if there was blood all over the lawn. Then I saw the other body.

            The second body appeared worse off than the headless one. The second body was not even recognizable; it was in pieces strewn about the lawn, seemingly placed as if to decorate the lawn, the blood being the confetti. I saw the left leg close to the front door of the house, but the right leg was missing. The torso, which had been ripped open from side to side, lay before me. The insides of the torso, however, were nowhere to be found. The torso was merely a huge empty shell. The head was face up a few feet away from the torso, the face frozen in a final terrified scream.

            I took in the scene; then realized that once again the townspeople were glaring at me hatefully. I was still an outsider after all this time, all this time not doing anything to humans, only doing what I needed to to animals. ‘I would never do something this violent! What kind of creature do they think I am?’ I thought to myself while backing away from the scene. I was so distraught I couldn’t even put a different thought into their heads. After all this time it was finally happening again. I became increasingly hungry and I had to get out of there, away from the scent of so many humans and their blood before I did something I would regret. I pushed my way back through the mob, wanting to get out of there; needing to get out of there. As soon as I passed out of the crowd I ran into the night’s darkness.   

            When I entered the trees I slowed down to a trot. Drake… I heard a voice whisper. I looked around; I knew that voice… I knew that it would come for me again. Drake… the voice whispered again. “Valentine.” I said my voice filled with disgust. I looked around again, seeing nothing. ‘He is really good at that’ I thought to myself as I began to run again. You can’t escape me… I ran faster, everything around me a blur. “Yes I can!” I shouted to the world around me; not seeing anything, not caring about anything; my hunger forgotten for the time being; I only wanted to get away from the voice. I thought I had finally escaped it after all these years and all the torture, but here it was…

           

Drake… I heard in my ear all of a sudden and came to a stop. I turned to see him right behind me. Valentine. “What the fuck do you want? You’ve already taken all you could from me. Why can’t you just let me live my life how I want to live it and stop destroying everything around me?!” I glared at him, hoping to get a rise out of him ultimately knowing that I wouldn’t. He was more powerful than I, but he had no idea that I had been training to stop him for years. He didn’t know that I was ready the next time he tried to fight me and I could finally put a stop to his breath and the power he had over me.  

            “Why Drake, I thought you would be happy to see me. I am your father after all… and it’s been so long…” Valentine chuckled.

            I shook with contempt. How dare he call himself my father! That bastard! My vision turned red as the anger filled my whole being. I lunged at him but he moved away from me faster than a bullet moved from the barrel of a gun. “Now, now Drake. Anger won’t solve anything.” He paused, a smirk forming on his face.  “Did you like the little gift that I left for you?” Another chuckle. I glared at him scornfully, from my spot on the ground. My body felt hot, the anger turning to rage; thoughts getting harder to turn into sentences, wanting only to stop this bastard from talking. “That was you! Why the fuck would I want a gift like that?!” I spit those words out of my mouth, as if they tasted bad, trying not to show him my fury.

            “Well since you would not have your way with that girl, I figured you could use some help. They were very easy targets, and very yummy. I thought you might enjoy a little taste from the neighborhood since you have not yet had one.” He grinned like a wolf about to pounce on his prey. “I don’t do that, no matter how many times you try and make me. I stay away from everyone and they stay away from me. Now leave me alone!” I had to hold myself back from leaping at him and trying to rip his throat out. It was a nice image in my head, but I knew that I could not beat him yet. I clenched my fist and grinded my teeth together, telling myself to stay calm.  

            “I am very disappointed in you Drake; I thought I raised you better.”

“Yeah well you thought wrong. I am done with you. Now get the hell away from me!” I stood and started back the way I had come, the anger slowly releasing its grip on me. “You will regret turning your back on me, Drake. I will never let you forget who raised you. I will continue to make your life a living hell if you don’t stop right now.”

            I continued, no longer caring. I just wanted my normal life back; with humans, without all this rage, without this… hunger. I never asked for this. It didn’t matter anymore that I liked it when he first changed me; I wanted to be rid of him forever. I was sick of him haunting my life and every town or city I tried to live in. “So be it. You will regret this night for the rest of your life, no matter how long or short it shall be. You have ignored me for the last time.” With those last words, a wind-like noise broke through the forest. With him no longer there, I thought nothing more on it, for it was finally time to eat.  

            I entered the forest, using my nose to find my prey. I sniffed in all directions and finally caught the scent of a deer. I jumped to the treetops in order to scan the forest and find the deer. I finally spotted it about 500 feet from my perch. I jumped back down and began my silent stride beneath the trees. As I came closer, she pricked up her ears, making my body tense up at the thought of seeing her escape; but the deer didn’t move. I knew she could not hear nor smell me so I took my time getting closer to her. I waited some more before I rushed the deer with elegant speed. There was never a chance for escape. I felt my teeth grow longer as I leapt through the air, making it possible for me to sink my fangs into my prey upon impact. I drained the deer dry, not a drop of blood left. The deer did nothing to dispel the hunger I felt inside, though for the time being I was satiated. I turned back to town. ‘Might as well get myself some sleep since none of the food here will stop this hunger.’

ST chapter 8

Finally! The transition chapter is done! And now I can start posting the ending of ST, my favorite part! Enjoy! :)


​I continued to run for a long time, thoughts running through my head with no end to them in sight. ‘How could he… Matthew..' ‘How could I?’ I couldn’t make sense of my thoughts, Valentine's laughter overpowering everything else in my head. A sound crossed between a sob and a scream escaped my mouth as I tripped on a rock and fell to my hands and knees. I really needed to focus myself; it had been 97 years since the last time I had tripped on something. I stayed on my hands and knees, willing myself not to cry as the moon rose further into the sky. I waited that way for several hours until Valentine was completely gone from my head, screaming in pain as his presence was ripped from me; which I know he did on purpose. He wanted to remind me of his power and of what he could do to me. As if I needed that reminder after Tramden.  I didn’t know where to go next. Anywhere I went Valentine would haunt me and kill anyone close to me. My mind tried to bring up a picture of Matthew's lifeless body but I didn't let it. I hit my head against the ground, forcing the picture away. I knew what I had to do. First, sleep to gather whatever strength I had left; then I had to turn into a nomad. Everywhere I went, I couldn't stay for more then a couple of days, a week at the latest. I had to keep moving and hope that Valentine would be too lazy to follow. I also had to learn to fight, to learn how to defend myself so the next time Valentine came around, I could stop him; or at least put up some sort of fight and not just lay back and take it like a coward. I dug a shallow grave and slept until my body didn't need sleep anymore.

For the next several years I went town to town, sometimes staying close, sometimes going hundreds of miles away. Everywhere I went, I never talked to anyone unless it was to learn a fighting style. Because of what I am I was able to learn things quickly and efficiently. I picked up many different fighting styles, becoming masters in them all, training in them all throughout the years. I become stronger in my other skills as well; erasing people's memories of me if I visited a town or city more then once and being able to always stay in the shadows without anyone ever noticing me. The only time I weakened was if I found a girl by the name of Celeste. It was my only human memory and I clung to it. That name meant something to me and even though I didn't know exactly what, I wanted to cling to it, to that human part of me. I never fed on humans, only animals and when I started to hear of children missing or found dead, I left the town, assuming it was Valentine coming after me. I never stuck around to find out if Valentine did anything to the Celeste's I found, but I never wanted to know. If I found out he had killed them all that would just mean the human part of me had died too and that was the last thing I wanted.

After fifteen years of constantly moving I was finally tired of it. Valentine hadn't bothered me or any town I had been in in over five years; I thought it was time for me to settle down again. There was one town and one Celeste in particular. It was one that I kept going back to over and over again. The first time I got to this town and went to the bar, all I cared about was drinking and no one bothering me (it never mattered to me that I couldn't get drunk or taste the beer, I enjoyed the cool liquid down my throat). When she sat down next to me, all I saw was blonde so I thought she was going to be a other dumb blonde I had to make think scary thoughts so she'd leave me alone. But then her smell hit me. It was the most intoxicating thing I had ever smelled. It hit my like a load of bricks to the face and I almost fell off my chair. I had to use all the willpower I had in me to not grab her then and there and either drink her up or kidnap her and take her to my place and have my way with her. When she told me her name was Celeste, I knew I had to have her no matter what. I put the thought in her mind and just like that she had to have me too. The whole time I was in this town of Coopersville I thought of nothing else but her, and all the times after that too. She made me weak when I should've been strong and she made me feel human. She made me feel love again. And then I would remember I wasn't human and I'd get angry and leave, protecting her from death and me from more pain. But now it was time for me to stop, to settle down and to stay with someone I couldn't get enough of, to stay with Celeste.

The Suicidal Stoplight

Alright so I know I haven't been on in a while but I have been writing a bit and I have a bunch of ideas! This was one I had when I was thinking of an essay that I edited for a friend of mine! So here is "The Suicidal Stoplight"!



Red green yellow. Red green yellow. That's my life. Make the people go, make them slow down, make them stop. That's all I do everyday. Who is that over there, you ask? That's Steve. He is the opposite of me. When he stops, I go. When he goes, I stop. I have to pay close attention to his moves so I know when to make my moves. If I go at the wrong time, those people down there get hurt. I also have to be sure that I don't go even when he is yellow. I have to be sure to wait because those people seem to speed up when either of us is yellow so that's when we have to be extra careful. It is my job to make sure nothing gets hurt. Lately, though, I haven been growing tired of my job. People sit in their machines and yell at me when I take too long to turn green or they yell at me if I turn red too quickly. I don't know what to do to make these people happy. I try to make the red shorter or the green longer, but then Steve gets angry because I'm not following the schedule. We have to go at specific times to stick to the schedule; there is a traffic schedule and a no-traffic schedule. It's different for every hour of every day. Even with this difference it gets tedious with just red green yellow... Red green yellow. With people making those faces. How can I make everyone happy? I just can't do it! Even Steve gets angry with me. What do these people want from me? Can't everyone just be happy? I can't deal with this anymore. I want to go on my own schedule, I don't have to listen to Steve! Green! Red! Now yellow! Now I'm just going to stay yellow for 5 minutes, see what that does! Now red again! Ha take that! Look at those two suckers crash into each other. That's what they get for looking at me with their ugly faces! For being angry with me all the time. It isn't my fault if you are late or in a bad mood so don't take it out on me! Screw you guys. I can't take this anymore! That's it... Red green red green red green red green red green. Ahhh finally a machine oming straight for me... This should end me once and for all. Yes he hit me with the side of his car! Perfect! Oh I think I'm falling over...over.. And I'm down! I feel my mind slowly shutting down, my lights turning off for the last time... I'm... Going....... Good bye all you ugly peop.... Gone.


A month later

Ahhh good morning world! Wait... Steve? Is that Steve? No... Why am I here? I died... my brain turned off, I fell over... I was done with this life! Why me....? Why.....? Red... Green... Yellow...

Getting Fired

So this was another thing I wrote in the "642 things to write about" book, that I had fun writing! The prompt was, "Write a scene in which a woman is fired after only a week on the job. Just a week earlier, the same person who is now firing her was very persuasive in convincing her to take the job", and I wasn't sure I would like writing it. But then an idea came and I enjoyed it very much! Though I am sure the publishers of this book didn't have these types of scenarios in mind, I really love writing about all these prompts!

                                                            Getting Fired
"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, Shelly, but we are going to have to let you go. I thought... I thought you were much smarter then you have proven yourself to be. You... just... can't do anything, you can't learn anything... In your interview you seemed perfect! You are a really great liar I guess. I thought you were genuine, I thought you were exactly what you told me. But... I just don't get it. I have told you the same thing four times in a row and yet you still don't get it. Are you an actress or something? Is that how you get these jobs that you listed on your resume?"

Simon continued to rattle on like the asshole he was. This douche-bag had begged me... begged me! To take this job. I didn't trick him or lie to him in any way. He knows everything about my past and he still begged me to take this job. Told me I was perfect for it, that I would fit right in. He obviously just wanted to get into my pants and nothing more. Ugh, what a pig. He never even trained me, hell I haven't even seen him since I started. He has no idea how I am doing here and is just firing me because I won't sleep with him.

Shelly stared at the letter opener on Simon's desk while thinking these thoughts. Before she knew what was happening, she grabbed the letter opener and shoved it into Simon's right eye. A smirk lit up her face as the word "bitch" followed her out the door.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARK!!!!!!!! Also-ST Chapter 7!

Yay! Personalized bday post for Mark.. haha I hope you have a great bday! =)

But here is the next Chapter! Woo! I think I am close to be doing with ST.. Though I love it so and it was going to be a longer novel, the more I think about it the more I see it is meant to be a shorter story.. so we will see! I love my characters, and I do know what the next book is going to be about so who knows! Anyways, enjoy!

            Priscilla led me out of the store, the other people following to go to their separate homes. Before the boy and his sister left, I felt him tug at my sleeve. “Hey mister… my name is Matthew, and this is my sister Jessica. Hope you like it here!” With that he ran off, trying to catch up with his bigger sister with the longer steps. I smirked, already liking this town. Priscilla showed me an empty apartment, which I rented out right away. I could definitely live her for a long time. It was a simple town with simple people and I knew they would leave me alone if I wanted them to, despite how small it was. I was able to blend in quite easily, disguising my feedings as hunting trips, as the men in Tramden were want to do. In order to satisfy my hunger, I would leave for three days at a time, getting as much deer as I possibly could to hold me off until my next three day trek. I would tell people, if they asked, that I was just going on a short hunting trip, and as long as I brought back a carcass every now and again, no one asked questions. I was even able to buy myself a set of new knives, having lost my previous set in the last town, claiming they were for hunting when in fact they were my weapon of choice in a fight. I never knew if Valentine would come for me or if he would send some of his lackey’s, I wasn’t that great in hand to hand combat, but I was decent with a knife. .

            I had been in Tramden for about a year when everything started to change. I didn’t even notice it at first; I had gotten so comfortable in the town that I had let myself go. I could no longer hone my sense as well as I used to be able to and I was barely able to read anyone’s mind anymore. Because I grew comfortable, my power grew weaker, as a human body grow weaker without exercise. I had made a few friends in Tramden, people I was on a “Hi, how is your day going?” basis; Matthew being my constant companion. He was always coming over showing me the latest toy his grandma had gotten him, trailing me wherever I went, offering to help and chatting away on whatever topic he could think of. When I found out it was Valentine that had killed his parent’s, my hatred for Valentine only grew. If I had only known what he was going to do, I would have left this town and Matthew behind. Unfortunately, with me not using any of my skills, I didn’t even notice when Valentine starting coming back to town. I never saw him physically and even though my mind wasn’t shielded, his was. I had grown way to weak to even notice someone prying into my thoughts. I started noticing the changes when I was coming back from a hunting trip one day. I was walking through town, which was surprisingly empty, when I felt something hit the back of my head. “What the…”I turned quickly around, but didn’t see anything. I looked down and saw a rock by my feet. Had someone just thrown a rock at me? I thought it must have been a mistake and made my way back to my apartment, the incident leaving my mind.

            The next evening, a similar incident happened. I was walking to one of the stores in a once again empty town, when something large hit my back. I spun around, trying to see who had done it, but again saw nothing, my movements to slow. This time on the floor at my feet was a two-by-four. “What the hell is going on?” I tried looking through the shadows, but couldn’t hone my sight enough to discern anything but more shadows. I turned away from the store and headed home instead, sticking to darker shadows, blending with them so I wouldn’t stand out; at least I could still do that much. As I got closer to my home a realization hit; I was losing my power. It was fading from me because I had let myself get too comfortable. I needed to get back into shape, I needed to be ready at all times.

            I stayed in my apartment the rest of that night and well into the next day. I didn’t want to go out anymore and definitely not during the middle of the day when I would be at my weakest. I finally was able to fall asleep somewhere around noon, my body taking over because it needed the rest. A few hours later, I was woken by a loud pounding on my door. I sat up in bed, shook my head and squinted towards the door. It wasn’t someone knocking on it, it was someone throwing things at it. I could hear the murmur of a crown outside and I tried to focus my mind on the murmurs, but all I got was the color red. “Shit”, I thought, that meant all they had was death and murder on their minds; this was not a good sign. I got up, dressed and went to the door. The pounding had stopped; it was as if they knew I was going to come out. I opened the door and on the ground in front of my building stood every person who lived in Tramden. They all looked at me with death on their minds and fear in their eyes and yet I had no idea what was going on. I heard a loud, shrill scream come from the back of the crowd and the people parted, letting Priscilla through. She was covered in blood and holding something in her hands, crying and screaming at the same time. As a creature losing his power, I knew it would be a bad idea to get cornered by this crowd, so I walked downstairs, Priscilla and the mob in front of my, the empty town behind me.

           

            “How… could you? How could you? Howcouldyou howcouldyou howcouldyou…” Priscilla was repeating that over and over in that high voice of hers, screaming in between each question. She continued to walk towards me with the thing in her hands; the thing that was dripping blood onto the dirt. When she got close enough I could finally see what it was. I gasped, trying to comprehend. No… it couldn’t be… it just couldn’t be… would he really stoop to this level? Just to torture me? I reached out to touch him, to touch Matthew, a kid so young he didn’t know better but to befriend a monster like me, a monster that led to his undoing. I felt sick as I noticed his face was grinning, as if Valentine had pushed the corners of Matthew’s mouth into a smile just to mock me. Both of Matthew’s eyes were gone, Valentine enjoying a snack it seemed, making the smile even more gruesome. As one last “gift” to me, Valentine had slit his throat. Instead of drinking all the blood and saving Matthew from a horrible death, Valentine had let him bleed out, making him suffer. I fell to my knees in front of them, red tears running down my cheeks. I had never meant for this…

            “You were his son? And you said you didn’t even know him? How could you betray us? How could you do this to Matthew? Now his sister has no one!” She threw his corpse at my feet and I reached out to stroke Matthew’s cold cheek, not sure what my next move was. The mob then all started screaming at me, calling me names, threatening me, raising clubs and bats in my direction. The anger that hit me was instantaneous. I didn’t fucking do all this, how dare they blame me. I would never hurt anyone let alone a child. A child I called my friend and bought toys for.  It was only monsters like Valentine who would do that. I could feel my fangs grow and I knew my pupils had gone completely black. My veins were pulsing with the anger running through me. I had a thought then. An evil thought. Valentine had made me like him so that I didn’t have to put up with shit like this, so I didn’t have to deal with humans and have their emotions. I stood up, my heart racing from the anger in my blood. Without even looking, I shoved my hand into the chest of the person closest to me and ripped out their heart. At least I had my strength, no matter how relaxed I had become. I looked at who it was; oh… John. He had always been a pleasant fellow. Well… not anymore. He had comical look of surprise on his face as he fell backwards. No one tried to catch him. The mob got quiet then, terrified of me as I brought the heart to my mouth, ready to finally have my first taste of human blood. I felt the red drain out of their minds and heard the laughter in mine. I knew you had it in you. Now finish them all off.

            I snapped out of my anger as soon as I heard his voice in my head. I shook my head, as if waking from a dream. I looked at the heart in my hand in horror. ‘Oh God… what have I done’. Had Valentine made me do this?  I looked back to the mob, now just a crowd of scared people more than a mob. Red tears ran down my cheeks again as I dropped the heart; I heard an audible ‘plop’ as it hit the dirt. Someone in the crowd started to cry; probably John’s wife. I looked around at the people again, the people who had trusted me, who I had grown fond of.

            “I never meant for any of this to happen…” I whispered this, but I thrust the thought in everyone’s mind so they heard it clearly. I stepped back a few paces, took a couple running steps then leaped over the crowd, the people gasping as I cleared their heads. “Please believe me when I say that…” with that last comment I turned and ran out of Tramden, Valentine’s laughter never leaving my head.