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sparkindarknessPointless little drabble fic. Why? Because I'm blocked and it annoys - and I find the best way to break writer's block is to write some fiction. ANYTHING. Not politics or reality or standard blogging. Once I write one thing I can start writing again.
I also need something upbeat. Yesterday was moving but not exactly fun. And it's Samhain and ever since my coven broke up it's always been a little more depressed than it should be for me
So, random writing that makes me smile a little - but hopefully will get things ticking over in my brain. And it's been hanging around in my brain for a while now, making me smile.
(Copywrite nod - White Wolf owns the universe, I just get to play in it)
“Oh dear lord, no!”
I tripped over my half pulled- up jeans and fell awkward as hell to the floor. Some creature of the night I turned out to be - dropped by a pair of levis!
But there was someone in my house... I wiggled into my jeans and crept down the stairs.
“Hello? Is there anybody there?” Oh, that’s just perfect. If he says ‘no’ I’ll just lurk back upstairs again. Right.
“Glittering? I cannot have read that properly. Glittering? Really?” I heard a voice in the living room.
I pushed open the living room door. There was a man sat in the chair opposite the television, calmly thumbing through a book. I stopped for a moment. He was stunning, rich blond hair, flawless pale skin and the face of an angel... I must have spent a full minute staring at him before I could speak.
“Excuse me?” Excuse me. Oh god how pathetic was that? Someone has broken into my house and the best I can manage is ‘excuse me.’
“Do you think she misread her thesaurus? Shining, now shining’s an acceptable descriptor of vampiric pallor. Gleaming, I’ll give you. Even glowing is not beyond the realm of possibility. But glittering?” he threw the book down and turned to me. “I think we can agree that vampires should not sparkle.”
I blinked, seeing his extremely pale skin, his piercing blue eyes, his precise movements. I had a sudden horrible thought. “Uh... are you a vampire?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Observant - at least that shows some promise. But I dearly hope you don’t have a phial of body glitter on the premises. You don’t, do you?”
I blinked, backing up against the wall. I hadn’t met many other vampires before. “Um... no.”
“That’s a relief. And I thought all the neonates calling themselves ‘Louis’ and ‘Pierre’ and speaking with damned awful French accents was bad, but this is beyond tolerance.” He poked the book with his foot. “You don’t actually like this drivel, do you childe?”
I glanced at it. A vampire had broken into my house and was talking about books. I can deal with this. “No, not really. I saw it was about vampires and thought...” I shrugged, a little awkwardly.
“Capital.” He clapped he smiled warmly. “Why, keep on like this childe, and I may not have to kill you.”
I stumbled back, missing the door and banging into the wall. “Kill me? Are you crazy?! Who are you?”
“Oh, how rude of me. One does forget one’s manners when one is on a killing spree.” He flowed to his feet. He moved like water, like every motion had been practiced a thousand times to utter perfection. It was beautiful... and pretty damn scary. “I am Maximilian, of Clan Toreador, if that means anything to you?” He bowed elegantly while I shook my head, numb. “And I am the kindred who made the kindred who made the kindred who made you. Your great grandsire, for the sake of simplicity.”
I blinked, fumbling numbly for the door. “Wait wait. You made Simon.. I mean the guy who made Simon?” For a worried second I wondered where Simon was... did I really want to know that? “Why‘d you want to kill me? We‘re family, aren‘t we?”
He smiled and was between me and the door. I don’t mean he vanished or appeared or ran or anything, he was just by the door before I reached it. “Perhaps great grandsire was the wrong term since it implies... familial feelings. No childe, our being family is a matter of supreme awkwardness for me and no small amount of embarrassment.”
I glared at him, sudden anger rising the Darkness within me. “What? not good enough for your kid, is that it?”
He raised an eyebrow, his smile freezing unnaturally, making me shiver. “I have no idea, since my childe didn’t consult me before embracing your sire. Nor did your sire consult me before embracing you - or the three others he embraced. Worse, neither of them saw fit to inform the Prince as he oh-so-politely informed me in the middle of Elysium for all and sundry to hear.”
“I... I don’t understand.” I backed up again. The Darkness within me stopped growling but kept rising, urging me to run.
“I didn’t expect you to. You’re woefully uneducated. Suffice it to say they broke some extremely severe laws and caused me no small amount of embarrassment. The penalty is death, for all involved.”
I turned and ran for the window, shoving a chair between us as I ran. I leaped as hard as I could, forcing all my new strength into the move.
There was a blur, an eye-watering shimmer of movement almost too fast to follow, a pain in my side and suddenly I was on the floor. He was stood between me and the window. I shifted slowly, feeling my balance.
I leaped to my feet, not to run - like that had worked - but to slam my fist into his jaw. A blur of motion and his head wasn’t there any more. I used the momentum to spin, driving a foot towards his stomach. Another blur. The Darkness surged within me, trying to take over, screaming in fury and panic, demanding I listen, trying to take control. I stamped it back, pushing it down. I needed to think, damn it.
“You have control, fledgling. I’m impressed. You do show promise.” He had that same damn, unmoving smile.
My knee lashed out, another blur, but my elbow already moving to where I hoped he’d be. There was a slap of my elbow hitting his open palm. His hand closed, his grip was like iron.
“And quick thinking in such stressful situations. Even more impressive.” He said.
I glared at him. If he wanted to hold me, that was fine. He couldn’t blur and hold on.
“Ah-ah none of that.” His smile changed. I stared at it, stunned by it’s beauty. It’s gracious kindness. It was warm and good and beautiful and right and so utterly precious. I couldn’t tear my eyes from it, I’d never want to. My legs folded under, but it seemed so right to be looking up at his shining, perfect beauty, his gracious presence, his patronising... I blinked but quickly sank back into those beautiful eyes, that benevolent gaze...
“Very impressive indeed. Perhaps blind luck has favoured me and there’s something to salvage from this debacle. Come with me childe. You may have a future after all.”
Numbly I followed him, lost in a daze. Somewhere part of me was screaming, but it was so quiet and he was so beautiful... I would follow him anywhere.
I also need something upbeat. Yesterday was moving but not exactly fun. And it's Samhain and ever since my coven broke up it's always been a little more depressed than it should be for me
So, random writing that makes me smile a little - but hopefully will get things ticking over in my brain. And it's been hanging around in my brain for a while now, making me smile.
(Copywrite nod - White Wolf owns the universe, I just get to play in it)
“Oh dear lord, no!”
I tripped over my half pulled- up jeans and fell awkward as hell to the floor. Some creature of the night I turned out to be - dropped by a pair of levis!
But there was someone in my house... I wiggled into my jeans and crept down the stairs.
“Hello? Is there anybody there?” Oh, that’s just perfect. If he says ‘no’ I’ll just lurk back upstairs again. Right.
“Glittering? I cannot have read that properly. Glittering? Really?” I heard a voice in the living room.
I pushed open the living room door. There was a man sat in the chair opposite the television, calmly thumbing through a book. I stopped for a moment. He was stunning, rich blond hair, flawless pale skin and the face of an angel... I must have spent a full minute staring at him before I could speak.
“Excuse me?” Excuse me. Oh god how pathetic was that? Someone has broken into my house and the best I can manage is ‘excuse me.’
“Do you think she misread her thesaurus? Shining, now shining’s an acceptable descriptor of vampiric pallor. Gleaming, I’ll give you. Even glowing is not beyond the realm of possibility. But glittering?” he threw the book down and turned to me. “I think we can agree that vampires should not sparkle.”
I blinked, seeing his extremely pale skin, his piercing blue eyes, his precise movements. I had a sudden horrible thought. “Uh... are you a vampire?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Observant - at least that shows some promise. But I dearly hope you don’t have a phial of body glitter on the premises. You don’t, do you?”
I blinked, backing up against the wall. I hadn’t met many other vampires before. “Um... no.”
“That’s a relief. And I thought all the neonates calling themselves ‘Louis’ and ‘Pierre’ and speaking with damned awful French accents was bad, but this is beyond tolerance.” He poked the book with his foot. “You don’t actually like this drivel, do you childe?”
I glanced at it. A vampire had broken into my house and was talking about books. I can deal with this. “No, not really. I saw it was about vampires and thought...” I shrugged, a little awkwardly.
“Capital.” He clapped he smiled warmly. “Why, keep on like this childe, and I may not have to kill you.”
I stumbled back, missing the door and banging into the wall. “Kill me? Are you crazy?! Who are you?”
“Oh, how rude of me. One does forget one’s manners when one is on a killing spree.” He flowed to his feet. He moved like water, like every motion had been practiced a thousand times to utter perfection. It was beautiful... and pretty damn scary. “I am Maximilian, of Clan Toreador, if that means anything to you?” He bowed elegantly while I shook my head, numb. “And I am the kindred who made the kindred who made the kindred who made you. Your great grandsire, for the sake of simplicity.”
I blinked, fumbling numbly for the door. “Wait wait. You made Simon.. I mean the guy who made Simon?” For a worried second I wondered where Simon was... did I really want to know that? “Why‘d you want to kill me? We‘re family, aren‘t we?”
He smiled and was between me and the door. I don’t mean he vanished or appeared or ran or anything, he was just by the door before I reached it. “Perhaps great grandsire was the wrong term since it implies... familial feelings. No childe, our being family is a matter of supreme awkwardness for me and no small amount of embarrassment.”
I glared at him, sudden anger rising the Darkness within me. “What? not good enough for your kid, is that it?”
He raised an eyebrow, his smile freezing unnaturally, making me shiver. “I have no idea, since my childe didn’t consult me before embracing your sire. Nor did your sire consult me before embracing you - or the three others he embraced. Worse, neither of them saw fit to inform the Prince as he oh-so-politely informed me in the middle of Elysium for all and sundry to hear.”
“I... I don’t understand.” I backed up again. The Darkness within me stopped growling but kept rising, urging me to run.
“I didn’t expect you to. You’re woefully uneducated. Suffice it to say they broke some extremely severe laws and caused me no small amount of embarrassment. The penalty is death, for all involved.”
I turned and ran for the window, shoving a chair between us as I ran. I leaped as hard as I could, forcing all my new strength into the move.
There was a blur, an eye-watering shimmer of movement almost too fast to follow, a pain in my side and suddenly I was on the floor. He was stood between me and the window. I shifted slowly, feeling my balance.
I leaped to my feet, not to run - like that had worked - but to slam my fist into his jaw. A blur of motion and his head wasn’t there any more. I used the momentum to spin, driving a foot towards his stomach. Another blur. The Darkness surged within me, trying to take over, screaming in fury and panic, demanding I listen, trying to take control. I stamped it back, pushing it down. I needed to think, damn it.
“You have control, fledgling. I’m impressed. You do show promise.” He had that same damn, unmoving smile.
My knee lashed out, another blur, but my elbow already moving to where I hoped he’d be. There was a slap of my elbow hitting his open palm. His hand closed, his grip was like iron.
“And quick thinking in such stressful situations. Even more impressive.” He said.
I glared at him. If he wanted to hold me, that was fine. He couldn’t blur and hold on.
“Ah-ah none of that.” His smile changed. I stared at it, stunned by it’s beauty. It’s gracious kindness. It was warm and good and beautiful and right and so utterly precious. I couldn’t tear my eyes from it, I’d never want to. My legs folded under, but it seemed so right to be looking up at his shining, perfect beauty, his gracious presence, his patronising... I blinked but quickly sank back into those beautiful eyes, that benevolent gaze...
“Very impressive indeed. Perhaps blind luck has favoured me and there’s something to salvage from this debacle. Come with me childe. You may have a future after all.”
Numbly I followed him, lost in a daze. Somewhere part of me was screaming, but it was so quiet and he was so beautiful... I would follow him anywhere.