Undetermined to March 27, 2013
Travis Gets Surprised
Aslin stood and stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. She told herself this was fine. Travis would freak for a bit but then they’d be okay. That’s just how he was. She reached up, fingers brushing against the bruise forming around her left eye.
It’ll be fine.
She took a deep breath to calm herself and then hurried out of the bathroom. The apartment was eerily quiet that afternoon, with her rapid footsteps providing the only noise. Travis was down at the city park with Finn, engaging in some football with Clyde and Jared. Aslin had agreed to meet them later.
Her heart was racing as she grabbed her purse and locked the door, then speed walked to the elevator and stepped out onto the city streets.
It was a warm, pleasant day. The sky was blue and the sun was shining without a single cloud in sight. A gentle breeze kept it from feeling too hot. She hurried to the park.
Finn was five and full of beans. He laughed loudly as he ran at the football, kicking
Not in Love
Helena’s intention had never been to fall in love. A quick fling. A bit of fun. That’s all it was supposed to be. And that is all it’s going to be. She firmly believes that, even though she is perched on his lap, grinning at him as she fiddles with that stupid bow tie.
“Is this all you do?” She asks. “Hide up in your study and read? What a rock and roll lifestyle you lead”.
“But of course”, Pariah replies, eyes flashing. “I live life on the edge”.
She draws back, elbows propping themselves against his desk. Through the large window behind him she can see what looks like an endless expanse of rolling fields and hills. It’s a nice view, even though its being marred by a heavy blanket of grey cloud.
“And do you make a habit of dressing like you’ve just stepped out of the Victorian age?” She asks with a smirk. “Fashion’s moved on, you know”.
She leans forward a
Bipper"SORRY KID, BUT YOU'RE MY PUPPET NOW!"
i announce with a bow.
the victim Stumbles back with a frown,
but i continue to let my plan unwound
your body is mine to Take
your actions are mine to make
your words are mine to fake
your decisions are mine to chOose
give it uP, or i'll tighten the noose:
i could inflict more,
on that sister of YOUrs.
hoW much do you want to lose?
you already let me IN.
The Fifth Horseman“I'm not saying they're not killing each other,” I explain. “I can see from the figures in front of me that they're killing each other. What I'm saying is that unless you can broaden your demographic, we're never going to meet our targets for this quarter. This is supposed to be a world war, Belgium and the Netherlands isn't going to cut it.”
War squawks at me down the phone. It's hard to hear him over all the screaming in the background, but frankly I'm not interested in his excuses, I need to see results.
“What do I expect you to do? Do your job! Think outside the box! Look, Famine is in Europe right now, why don't you ask him for some help? I see the potential for synergy there. No, I'm aware you don't do 'asking for help'. I'm also aware of your performance over the past century, and I'm noticing some startling correlation between- hello? Hello?”
I slam the handset back into its cradle, which is a lot harder than it sounds when done from the back
The Thoughts of Magnus Pariah
It is the usual scene.
A gloomy night, overcast and threatening rain. A man sits in his study and contemplates the glass before him. It’s full of wine, rich and red. A classical piece plays on a gramophone that has been highly cared for. Perhaps, even, cared for more than the man cares for himself.
That man is Magnus Pariah.
And he is me.
My life is built around routine. A series of events that play themselves over day after day with very little to disturb the pattern.
Wake up, get dressed, eat, make sure the residents are behaving, drink, drink, drink, go to bed.
And, just occasionally, kill.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m going insane. Stir crazy, at the very least. I can’t remember the last time I left the house. Can’t remember the last time I went further outside than my own back garden. It seems silly, but the thing that holds me back is fear.
I find a great comfort in the walls that surround me. This is home. I know who I am here, I know my role and I play it w
The pale onesIericho strode into the pack house kitchen with his usual level of superiority, his head held high despite his relative exhaustion. His eyes showed his tiredness, with bags beneath them large enough to carry a family's worth of luggage for a two week vacation. It had been a late night, what with his correspondence with a visitor from abroad who had proven to be more chatty than he had expected. Not that he minded, it was all for a useful cause... However he was not a man who dealt well with lack of sleep.
Scowling he crossed the room to the countertop where an industrial sized coffee machine resided, and proceeded to make himself a double sized espresso. Downing this in one sip he then made a larger mug of the warming drink, with warmed milk and nutmeg. Moving over to the breakfast bar he pulled back a seat and heavily lowered himself onto it, about to take a sip from his mug when he heard the approaching sound of footfall.. By the sounds of it one of the female members of the pack.
Vampire Bites - 11
Lottie (Part 5)
The moon was full that night. The sky clear and full of stars that were blotted out by the sharp glow of row after row of street lamps. Tristian entered the red light district with a smile on his lips. So many lost souls. So many people for him to save. It was almost impossible to decide who to go for.
The choice, it turned out, was made for him.
A pair of arms leaned onto his open window, breasts practically hanging in his face. A cigarette was hanging loosely between two fingers.
"Hey honey, you up for a good time?"
Tristian knew that voice. He looked up to see a face framed with long black hair, big blue eyes caked in makeup.
She realized at once who she was talking to. Tristian found his thoughts growing frantic. All his self-imposed rules of this little ritual colliding with sudden doubts. He had to kill to save them. If they had sunk this low they had nothing. They needed freeing. It was his duty to provide them with th