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SHE LIVES!!!….sorta….



I tell you, these past few months have been ass-kickers. The loss of my beloved Fat Cat, my big sister getting married. Whew.

The weddings was WONDERFUL!!

Even the part where I fell off a bridge into a sand dune and lay there yelling ‘HO DOWN!’…and that was BEFORE I started drinking. ~face palms~

It was a really great time. Beautiful service. My sister was radiant.

So, I was super busy, and didnt mean to be gone from the blogging world as long as I was. My buddy Patricia told me I needed to dust the thing off a bit. I love getting email from you all, I really do! Always puts a smile on my face!

I am totally immersed in the coming NaNoWriMo Event this year. I was made a Municipal Liaison and working with the NaNo staff, we restructed the previous years Regions into something a little different. So, instead of just two areas that were without Liaisons in previous years, we combined the two, and added two more counties to the mix.

I have found the libraries in most towns are more than happy to help in the event, as well as some local businesses. I have been busy coordinating meetups and write ins, as well as preparing fun little things for the events and parties.

I feel accomplished and proud. I really hope we get a larger participant community build in comparison to previous years.

The role play world has been treating me decently. I have a character with a mad crush on another, and it looks like he just may be returning those feelings. Exciting. My other character, well, she is as weird as always. No one likes dealing with her, so I dont get much writing time with her anymore. My alternate character seems to be garnering more attention, so the shift from main and alt just may change.

The other game? The strictly vampire one? Well, I log into the grid to move, feed, steal …and thats pretty much it. I havent even visited the role play forums for that game in ages, as no one writes with me anymore, and I’ve played that character for 13 years now, I am having a hard time focusing on new material to write solo for her.

Home life is good. Little Jeffrey is turning into Big Jeffrey and its almost time for his lovely ‘family jewels’ to be removed. The daughter is doing good, other than hating the fact that she is currently out of work. She’s doing great on obtaining her secondary degree, and is looking at two different schools to obtain her Bachelors in Paralegal Sciences. She is adamant that it be an ABA school, of course, and thats the smart thing to do.

I miss my Fat Cat every day. And I’m sure my friend Patricia is missing getting random emails and text from the old cat. No, Patricia, I will not give Jeffrey my passwords. 😛

So, my darlings, I have missed you all!

November will be busy, but I will Ninja on you every so often!


Naughty naughty…


Well, I havent posted any actual stories in awhile, and while I may be posting all about movies, serial killers and the Netflix Vortex of Doom, I am still squeezing time in to write.

I write every day. I keep a journal every day as well.

So, my writing lately is been…of the naughty variety. SMUT!!!

I have short stories started, but all lack endings. I need proper endings. Oh, but the lovely smut is there.

I do believe I have a good end for one of these smut stories in mind. I’m going to try to work it together tomorrow. The, of course I will share with you all.

In other news, the gaming is going fair, I guess. I quit playing one game pretty much altogether. But the other, where I have two character, well, I had put those characters in ‘time out’ while Fat Cat was sick, and havent brought one of them back out. The only reason that I did pull one of them out was because a fellow player contacted me through Facebook and requested a particular character to enter into a thread with his. I couldnt say no…my character has a crush on his. Though, I play her to be very shy, it will be something never known and she will agonize, because, well, making my characters suffer is great for shits and giggles.

NaNowriMo is coming, and I am preparing on that front as well. I am Municipal Liaison for a newly created home region here in SE Alabama. I am drafting letters to the libraries in the surrounding counties and working on a list of places, such as coffee shops, that would host get togethers and write-ins. I’m excited.

My only disappointment in it all is that my donation page for the San Fracisco Write-a-thon is not generating any donations. I was really hoping to reach at least the minimum to earn me a spot at the event. Maybe I should reinterate that none of that money comes to me…it goes directly to NaNo…I’m just trying to win a spot in the event. I have to pay for everything. Bleh. I’ve looked at airline tickets and hotels, and I could get there the night before the event, and leave the morning after and it wont break my budget too awful much. It does help that my soon to be brother in law works for a major airline and can get me a deal. However, the hotels in the area of the event are pretty skeevy unless I am willing to drop some cash.

But, at this rate, it doesnt look like I’ll reach whats needed to earn me a spot. Thats life.

I miss Fat Cat every day. Having little man Jeffrey is great, but when I hear the tinkle of the little bell on his collar, I immediately look for the poofy face of my Fat Cat. Jeffrey is a hoot and a half though. Kittens…so much energy, the puffing up, the attacking, the constant playing…then ~bonk~ he passes out…lol.

My daughter wants to go away for Christmas this year. Its her first year single, and living back home for the holidays, and she is always insanely jealous of some of my trips.

I suggested Savannah, Georgia, as I havent been there yet. Its so beautiful and historic. But the daughter wants to go to New Orleans. Now, I love NOLA. But that is a pricey trip. We’re so close, but the hotel and the food and activities…it can get pricey. I stay at one particular hotel there, always trying to get the same room. Some things I wont give up. So, discussions are in hand on a holiday getaway or a traditional Christmas at home. And the funny thing is, we dont even really celebrate the holiday. Occasionally I put up a tree. Not every year. And I am not religious at all, more like anti-religion. I can honestly say I dont know where my daughter stands on the topic of religion. I’ve always brought her up to choose, look at her options, try different things. She’s tried the Catholic religion, Episcapol, Greek Orthodox, Baptist…right now she seems just…neutral.

Well, I suppose I should wrap this up. I have a Netflix series to start watching ~eyes Courtney~

Hopefully I will have some juicy smut for your reading pleasure with tomorrows post!

Be well, my darlings!

Tattered: A short story (RP Based)

This is a little short story involving Genesis, a character from The Road of Darkness. I write for her on my Roleplay site, and this particular piece just gave a little insight into what she was dealing with at a particular time.



She didn’t come home to roost in Sydney often, but this seemed like the best place to heal for a bit. She sat at the docks, watching the boats and ships come and go. Why? She wasn’t sure. Only days ago, this was the place she was handed divorce papers, had her meager personal belongings left on the pier and said goodbye to Silvas. Now he was off to who knows where.
She had taken her things to Headquarters, of course. And now, she simply had been roaming. She wasn’t that familiar with Sydney at all. She really enjoyed it, however. She liked the climate. The people were friendly.
She felt like she had no purpose at the moment, as she sat there in thought. The tattered edges of what made her a confident young woman pained her. Nothing like being left behind to make one feel threadbare. Her nerves were threadbare, her patience, her compassion, her drive. All threadbare. She wanted purpose again. She wanted to use those skills she was blessed with again.
Genesis pulled her SAT phone out, scrolling through the numbers. She didn’t know many of her crew-mates, but those she did, she felt she could talk to in confidence with. None seemed to be in Sydney at the moment, and she contemplated calling one of them, reaching out. But… if they weren’t in Sydney, they were probably tending to important matters. Genesis didn’t want to interrupt or intrude upon anyone.
She stared at Dexter’s number for a good bit though.
And then Addison’s.
She really didn’t want to turn to Addison. She was weird. Genesis didn’t feel like she could be trusted. She didn’t even like the woman being in Azhi. But such things weren’t her call. She had to trust in leadership in their decision on that one. Addison had a secret and Genesis knew it. She hadn’t shared it with anyone. She hoped Addison would do something stupid and reveal her little secret to everyone on her own.
The gulls pulled Genesis from her thoughts. The day was delightfully warm and sunny. It felt good against her skin. She had dressed appropriately for the day. Cargo shorts, tennis shoes, a tank top covered by a man’s business vest. It was a little big, but it hid her weapons. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail.
She got up from the little wooden bench overlooking the bay and went back to her exploring of this city. She talked to people here and there. She loved the Aussie accent. And they seemed to not mind her being an American. She had no discernable accent to pinpoint the area of the States she was from. She was just… her. Genesis.
She stopped at a few shops, just to browse more or less. A few grocery items were picked up.
Upon leaving one shop, the felt the temperature outside had dropped a little. The sun was beginning its descent. A good time to hunt.
Her unfamiliarity with this city was against her. But hunting in a strange place also had something to its flavor that was thrilling and intriguing. She would have to use her senses to the fullest.
Genesis allowed a small, yet sullen, smile to cross her lips. She turned and headed off in the direction of the not so touristy areas of the city, slinging her small bag over her shoulder. The weapons under her vest pressed against her sides lovingly. Look out, bad guys, little Genesis was in the hunt to spread some justice.

Let them burn: A short story (RP Based)

Here’s a little peak at Addison, something not included in the book, The Road of Darkness. Just a little bit of the things she does with her idle time.


Usually she practiced her prayers and invocations upstairs in her attic. But tonight was different. Tonight was for special things. Special people. She needed a good old fashioned dirt floor, the wine cellar, under her bare feet and a small wooden work table, the wax of hundreds of previous candles hardened from top to bottom to look as if a multicolored frozen waterfall.

For tonight’s workings, Addison chose green, black and white candles. And a single gold in the center. They were already dripping as she started her workings. On the work table she had several fetishes set in a line. She couldn’t use her usual voodoo dolls, because she couldn’t collect everything she had needed. But the fetishes worked just as well.

She knelt upon the ground in front of the table and took pen in hand and started writing names, over and over and over, names, names, and more names, all on their own slips of paper. She would write someone’s name on a single slip of paper as many times as she could fit it on there. She then picked up the gold wax and placed a single drop on each and every slip of paper.

She said a small incantation and blessing to her gods and goddesses before reaching for fetish after fetish, stuffing a named slip of paper into its folds of fabric, tying it off with random old keys and bailing twine. There were over fifty of the little fetish dolls scattered over the work table by the time she was done.

Addison looked over her handiwork, giving a nod while blowing a long strand of hair from her face. She reached across the table and grabbed a jar of an unknown powder. She wiggled her toes in the cool dirt of the wine cellar and smiled, before moving a foot to smooth out the dirt once again. She got down on her knees, using her hand to smooth the dirt further, before reaching to pull her hair back, to keep it from obscuring her work.

She dipped her hand into the tan colored powder in the jar next to her, cupping her fingers slightly to pull out a small amount. From there, she began a design on the floor. At first, it didn’t seem like much, but after hours of laboring at it, it was indeed quite elaborate. A sigil for a particular god and goddess. A sigil whose lines crossed and intersected, because, as in this City, most everyone’s lives crossed and intersected at some point. But not hers, not anymore.

This was her revenge. This was her spot of fun. To many, she was a harmless little fool. To some, she was no one at all. What a mistake.

Voodoo can push and pull odds. Payment to the proper gods and goddesses can earn you favor, or, shift odds where you seek.

And there were many now, who Addison though needed a little push off the ladder, so to speak.

When bad things happened to bad people, she could say…’I had a hand in that.’ And when bad things happened to good people? She could say she had a hand in that as well. No one was making an effort anymore, why not fuck with their luck.

Oh, some would say they didn’t believe in what she did…her little voodoos and hoodoos. She didn’t care. What mattered is that their name was within a fetish, now connected to a grand sigil and she was offering gods and goddesses tokens of cigarettes, wine, bourbon, peppers and other little things.

No one would really know it was her. They’d just think ‘well fuck, how about that? Damn my luck…’.

This was almost more fun than throwing Holy Water, for the mere fact that the victims don’t see it coming. And she had so many in her intricate sigil, crissing and crossing.

She gave a bow of her head, striking a match on an old matchbook. She watched her little world burn for a moment before setting the sigil on fire, watching as the small flames moved, as if they had a thought of their own, taking their own direction, stalking its victims in order.

The small traveling flame finally died out after it ate away the powder. When the incense created by the powder hung in the air, Addison picked up a seagulls wing, using it to swoosh the plumes of smoke over the fetishes.

She knelt down on the floor once again. Daybreak would arrive soon. This had been a good night of ritual. Addison drank a shot of bourbon and said a prayer in thanks.

She left the cellar, off to bed for her. Addison petted and baby talked to her herd of cats while she made her way up the staircase, off to a void where she could watch the world burn.

[Mature content] Blood and Sex : A short story (RP Based)

This is an RP told from both characters prospectives. Of course, its just a bit of smut. COME ON…who doesnt like a lil vampire smut? And this one is TAME!


Robert took a seat on the edge of the bed; his crisp, white shirt running delicately across his pale flesh. He sat the garment aside, leaving his torso bare. “Livia…” He said her name so softly as he reached out to graze his fingertips along her cheek. It was time for her to wake, and for them both to bask in one another’s presence.
Livia’s eyes fluttered open to the soft sound of Roberts voice. She looked to him a smiled, lifting an arm and resting it above her head on her pillow. She pulled the blankets up over her naked form with her other hand for modesties sake, even in front of her own husband.
He returned the smile, letting his touch fall to her shoulder. “Did you sleep well?” he asked, letting his hand linger upon her skin for a moment before withdrawing his touch altogether. Robert allowed his gaze to wander, until returning his attention back to her youthful face.
She smiled and stretched her body some. “Yes, I slept well. I dreamed of cats.” She said softly before moving to sit up a little on her pillows. She pulled the blankets with her to hide her breasts and her small form. “Did you sleep at all?” She asked her husband.
“I did… I went out to feed, and came back to find you still asleep.” He licked his dry lips and rested his hand upon her knee. “What made you dream of cats?” he asked calmly, showing genuine interest in the woman.
She offered a small smile. “I love my cats. I suppose that’s why I dream of them. When I’m not dreaming of them, I’m dreaming of you…sometimes I wake and snuggle even closer to you, to make sure you’re really there.” She said, a tint of blush staining her cheeks. “I’m not hungry, strangely. I don’t want to go out tonight.” She said, resting back against the headboard.
His smile grew. “You dream of me…” he said quietly “What are in these dreams?”
She smiled softly. “They are always so beautiful and peaceful. Sometimes we are alone in the jungles, or the beaches. Always alone, just you and I, feeding on those we find wandering. We are one with nature. It’s lovely…” She hushed out.
Robert chuckled and reached out to cup her cheek. He truly found her to be so adorable, so lovable. The man stroked his thumb across her skin, letting his fingertips trail her lips and jawline. “We have peace… And, we are alone.”
She nodded. “I like what we have. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I can be myself with you, even when I go through my emotionless phases. I’ve changed in your care.” She said, leaning into his touch.
“You have, Livia… I’m proud of you.” He brushed her crimson hair aside, revealing her milky neck. Robert leaned closer, hesitating, at first; such intimacies haven’t been shared in so long, he wanted her to feel comfortable. His lips finally touched hers, the blissful contact lingering for a moment.
Livia welcomed the kiss. It was slow and delicate. She pulled back from him to look into his eyes, resting her hand on his handsome face for a moment, holding his cheek. She leaned forward again to kiss him, allowing this one to deepen gradually. She sighed out against him, a pleasurable sound, as her fingers moved from his cheek to slick back through his hair gently.
The deeper kiss was pleasant; he applied his own passion, letting their tongues intertwine in the seductive dance. Robert finally pulled away, his dark gaze seeking her own. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
“Oh, I’ve missed you, too, my love…” She said, taking his hand in hers. He felt warm, a sign that he’d fed, and fed well. “You’re so warm…” She said, bringing his knuckles to her cool lips, placing a kiss there.
He felt the corner of his lips turn into a smirk. “I have been overcome with desire,” he said, as if attempting to charm his wife with his sweet tongue. Robert then stood from the bed and brought his hands to the front of his trousers. His eyes, not once, left her beautiful face as he returned to her side.
She took in Roberts words, watching his every move. She blushed a little, feeling a small bit of inadequacy from sleeping so long. “I could…try to fulfill those desires…” She said softly. “If you wanted me to…”
Robert’s cold, hard features softened at her current demeanor. “I have no attraction to other women,” he said; “I waited for you, for so long.” He took his place upon the bed, letting his hand rest near her body.
“You’re a good, faithful husband and I love you. I want to please you.” She said softly to him, letting the blankets drop from her upper half, revealing her breasts to him to do as he pleased. She laid down on the bed once again, resting comfortably next to him. She was his for the taking despite her weakness.
“Mm, but first…” He brought her hand up to his neck and forced her nails into his skin, drawing blood. The message was clear. “Go on,” he urged.
Livia moved to wrap her arms around him, lifting herself up to his neck, licking at the blood that spilled forward before wrapping her lips around the wound, drinking from him. She wasn’t all that hungry, but this was Roberts’s blood. It was full and sweet and heady. She reveled in the taste, delighting in how it made her feel. When she had her fill, she pulled away and took an unneeded breath, a tint of color filling her pale skin once again.
Robert was pleased to know she took her fill; he didn’t like it when she held back. “Full?” he asked calmly, reaching up to dab away the excess from her lips.
She looked up into his eyes and offered a small smile. “Mhm…” She hummed out. She licked at his fingers as they passed over her lips.
He could feel the corner of his lips turn up into a mischievous smirk. Robert dipped his fingers past her lips, letting the tips graze her tongue. Once he was tired of that, the man leaned forward to capture those lips in a slow, pleasurable kiss.

She melted into the kiss, her arms resting comfortably around him. She closed her eyes and savored every second of it. His gentleness, his softness, and the natural way their tongues moved and danced across one another. It felt so good, she shivered, causing her exposed nipples to become erect.

The vampire lowered his hand to her breast, palming the soft flesh as he deepened the loving gesture. Robert wasn’t one to be so gentle, but he knew Livia enjoyed it; and he would push aside his own ways to please her. He withdrew and brought his lips to her neck, letting the soft kisses linger here and there as his hand massaged the ample globe.

Her eyes still closed, Livia let her head fall back, exposing more of her slender neck to him. She hummed out in pleasure to his hand at her breast. It felt wonderful to be touched. His hands were rough and warm. Beneath the blankets, her thighs were heating, the juncture between them pooling with that pleasant tingle of arousal.

Robert smiled against her skin, the nipple between his thumb and forefinger being pinched and fondled gently. He closed his eyes and relished the taste of her skin, enjoying how she quivered beneath his expert touch. “Are you always the quiet lover?” he said, brushing his face along her slender throat.

She blushed a little at his question. “Mostly…” She whispered out. “What you’re doing feels so good…” She then added shyly. She drew a knee up, resting her foot on the mattress as her hips lifted from the bed a little, reacting to Robert’s attention to her breast, and the way his breath rolled across her skin.

He sat up to look down upon her form. She was eager… Robert’s lips twitched a bit, before he lowered them to her own. He could feel his penis reach for her depths; seeking the warm, moist embrace only she could provide. He carefully slid his body across hers, letting the woman feel the toned flesh of his masculine form as he settled above her.

His kisses were wondrous, and she always welcomed them. As he settled above her, she parted her legs for him, inviting him to take her. His weight felt comforting and she did indeed give a soft moan into their kiss. Her arms wrapped around him a little tighter, one hand moving from his lower back, up his spine and coming to rest in his silky smooth hair before moving to dance her fingertips gently over the flesh of his shoulder. His muscled frame was heavenly. Strong muscle moving beneath the satin of his skin, despite his scars.

Robert slid his hands along her smooth thighs, coaxing them apart further. He allowed his gaze to settle upon hers as he penetrated the soft juncture; his hardened shaft was hugged ever so tightly. He lowered his lips to her neck, once again, kissing her there as he began to move; slowly, his thrusts gradually picking up strength.

Livia hissed out a little in discomfort as he entered her. He was so well endowed, that sometimes no matter how excited she was for him, there was always a bit of pain to endure. But, oh, was it worth it. Her body gradually got used to his girth, with each of his movements within her. His attention at her neck helped, soothing her as she smoothed her hands over his flesh, feeling his corded muscles moved as he brought her into heights of pleasure. She nibbled at his shoulder a little, kissing and licking the skin there, nipping him gently to leave a slight wound to lap at. Blood and sex were always a good combination for Livia. Her hips began to move in time with Roberts, keeping his pace, grinding herself against him to bring forth more heated movements. She allowed soft noises of pleasure to escape her lips.

He opened his eyes, to narrow his gaze. Robert slowly wrapped his fingers around her throat, holding her there as he bared his fangs against the skin of her neck. He shifted his hips, applying more of his weight to her lower half, to keep her still; at least, for now.
Livia placed her hands on his shoulders, though she didn’t struggle in any way or try to push Robert off. Instead, she hissed out softly. “Oh, yes…bite me…” In a heated tone. Her body writhed against him, despite his body resting on hers. She felt hot and tingled all over, lust causing her to involuntarily breathe hard against him.

Robert lifted his head to look at her. He tightened his hold around her neck and went back to kissing the smooth, pale column; his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, than before. He couldn’t tell if he liked her being so aggressive or if it was just something he had yet to get used to.

She could no longer keep his pace. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, clinging to him with both arms and legs. His hand around her neck was both a little frightening, and thrilling. With each of his hard thrusts she let out a little noise that translated into pain, but laced with a bit of pleasure.

He released a soft breath against her ear, voicing the pleasure he was receiving from his wife. The vampire angled his hips to hit that one spot inside of her, which would send the vampiress over the edge.

And over that edge she went. Her entire body tightened around him, inside and out. Then her delicate core began to spasm and pulsate around his thick shaft. Livia arched her back, crying out in pleasure as his continued thrusts prolonged her ecstasy. She bit her own lip, tasting the blood as it covered her tongue, sending more little shockwaves through her small form.

Robert felt her flesh beneath his fingers as he continued to tighten his hold. His own orgasm raced through his body, emptying into his wife as he has done countless times before. It was different this time, however. He slowly loosened his hand from around her throat and trailed kisses along her jawline. “I love you,” he said quietly.

Livia turned her head to the side a little, one hand coming to hold her throat, the other to cover her mouth as she coughed. He’d never done that before. She was sure he was going to bite her, not choke her. Did he realize just how tight his hold had gotten? She knew he didn’t know his own strength sometimes. She wasn’t angry with him, or scared…just a little taken off guard by his actions. When her coughing spell was over, she turned back to look at him, still holding her tender throat. “I love you, too.” She whispered, her voice a little hoarse and raspy.

“… Are you all right, Livia?”

She wrapped her arms back around him and nodded. “I’m fine…” She whispered out to him, adding a smile.

He sat up, allowing her room to move. “Of course, you are,” he said. “Such a thing is hardly dangerous for a vampire, hmm?” Robert offered his own smile.

Livia nodded again in agreement with her husband. “I’m fine, it just took me a little off guard…” She said, moving to sit up and rest against the headboard of the bed.

“Habit…” he murmured, moving to sit next to her. “Cigarette?”

“Yes, please…” She said to the offer of a cigarette. She drew her knees up and rested her arms across them. “You would never kill a human female in such a way, would you? I mean, now that we’re married?” She asked softly. Livia knew what Robert was back before with of them were vampires. He was a murderer and killer. She had to admit that so was she, but she easily covered her crimes up as her patients own doings, or patients killing patients. Not the seemingly emotionless ward nurse she once was.

Robert handed one to his wife before lighting his own between his lips. He frowned around the cigarette. “Why do you ask?”

She took her cigarette and looked down. “I don’t want you having sex with anyone else, even if it was just a plaything or meal.” She said softly.

He raised a brow at the explanation. “Why would I have sex with anyone, other than you, Livia?” Robert, unlike most men, did not have sex on the mind, all the time. He could have felt a little insulted by the woman’s question, but he had an idea of why she asked. “You wish for reassurance? To… rebuild trust?”

She thought about what he said. She gave a small nod. “I guess that’s what I’m looking for…reassurance. There are so many pretty vampiress out there…and humans…far more appealing than me. I…I feel I don’t deserve you at times.” She said softly, smoking her cigarette. She then rested her cheek on her arm and looked at him. “With you, I’ve never felt so complete. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Robert took a long drag from the cigarette. “To answer your question, no… I’m not that kind of person,” he said, tapping the ashes off into the ashtray.

Livia nodded and smoked her own cigarette. “Okay.” She said quietly. “I would never do anything to jeopardize what we have. You’re my husband, my first and only love.” She said, rolling her ash off her cigarette in the ashtray, playing with it some.

“Yes, well… You keep that in mind,” he said, moving to leave the bed. Robert finished off his cigarette and looked to his wife. “Are you hungry?”

Livia looked up to him at his words. She nodded, playing with her cigarette in the ashtray more than smoking it. To his question, she gave a shrug. “I’m hungry a little, but not enough to want to go out and catch someone. I’ll be fine until tomorrow night.” She said, finally snuffing her cigarette out. No, tonight was a night to revel in the man she loved.

Running: A short story (Incomplete)

This is an incomplete story. I had started it a while back, in one of my games, but the game itself went under since no one was playing it. So, I never really got the chance to finish the story. This is another one I will probably revisit if I could remember the original theme. Its wasnt quite vampires, it was something out of the ordinary (for me at least), so, hopefully I’ll remember and can get this going as a small little series of sorts.



All I could think about was to keep running, keep hiding, and keep Gennifer safe. Something dreadful had happened, and I’m still trying to put the bits and pieces together, but with all this tiring running, constant hiding, and Gens unstoppable babble is splitting my head in two.
I drop to my knees, pulling Gennifer along with me, pressing my back against the wall taking deep breaths. My lungs feel funny. I feel like I’m just gulping air, and it’s doing nothing.
“He said we wouldn’t have to do that anymore, if we just accepted him. He said he really likes us…I guess on kinda that we’re twinnies. I liked him, I don’t know why you were so mean, why you fought. Gessy, I always say your mean streak gets us nowheres.”
I looked to Gennifer. Sweet Genny. We’re twins. Though something happened in the womb. It would appear I was dominant, taking all the nutrients for development. I was a big, well-formed baby. Poor Genny was so little. And her brain just never developed right. Her body grew up and out though. We are identical. We choose to live the identical lifestyle as well. Most of the time we dress the same, do our hair the same, etc. . . . But still…you can tell who is who. Genny is all soft, like a little lost dove. I have a harder edge to me. My ‘mean streak’ as Genny calls it.
And it appears my mean streak got us in a tussle or something tonight. Bits and pieces are coming back. I looked silently over at my sister, hoping she’ll talk, tell me what my mind is missing in current events.
Genny just crossed her arms and looked away. “I *wanted* to go with the man. He was nice and friendly. The man made you nervous though, and you know what you get like…all mean and grouchy. You hit him, hard.” Genny paused, looking around them at the graffiti walls. “You beat the shit out of him Gessy. It was only after he couldn’t get up that something stopped you. He whispered to you, I dunno what he said. Then the next thing I know is you screamed out and fell down, all this blood gushing from someplace. I got scared, I hid under a table.” Gennifer put her face down, embarrassment shown clear in the crimson stain across her cheeks. “I think I pee’d myself. I got so scared. But then the he came to me, touched my face all nice. He made me feel okay. He whispered things to me, I don’t really understand what…but there is a place we have to go to, to see him again. I wanna go, I know where to go.” Genny quieted once again.

“I feel funny, like I took drugs or something…did they give me drugs Genny?” I asked my little, by 3 minutes, sister.
Gennifer shook her head to her twin. “No, no drugs. And after you beat the man up, he just got back up again. I told you that. I was scared Gessy…I was hiding…but when he was gone, I came back out for you. You were all covered in blood and your neck was all gross and hanging open. I cried and cried. I lay down beside you because I didn’t know what to do…who would take care of me?” Genny was getting teary on me…when she got teary, she got whiney.
I moved and put my arm around her. “There, there. I’m here. But how am I here?” Gessica looked down at her clothing. Sure enough, they were covered in dried blood.
“You started moving, like, in your sleep. Your throat and neck just got better, even though there was blood everywhere. And you just opened your eyes, grabbed me, and we started running. I wanna go back to find that man Gessy. He’s a magical being or something. I can feel it deep inside me…you know my ‘feelin’s are usually spot on. I got a feelin’ bout this man. Maybe he can help us and we could have a for real home!” Genny spouted.
I put my hand on her thigh. “Settle down, Gen. You said this man did something to me and when you looked, my throat was all cut open? So not sure I want to find someone like that again.”
Gennifer suddenly stood up, her blue crystalline eyes shimmering. “That’s just it Gessica! We HAVE to go to him…he did something to you, and you need him now, and what he did, I want it too! YOU started this Gessica, you hafta make it right!”
Whoa…referring to me as ‘Gessica’. She only does that when she’s in an eerie state of clarity and feeling mature. And angry. I get up, brushing my behind off.
I put my hands up, stepping closer to my sister gently. “Okay Gennifer…okay. We’ll do what you want. And…Maybe this guy will find us sooner. Something is happening to me Genny…I smell things different. Hear and see things different.”
My sister just looked at me with her big beautiful eyes, waiting for me to go on.
“I can hear…smell…almost taste…the blood coursing through you…”

In the know


Hello my darlings!

Only one short story tonight.

I’ve been taking care of my friend as I mentioned last week. They still arent back to work yet, and I STILL havent gotten things totally settled with my insurance since the truck got wrecked. So, I have been a little busy.

Today was the first day, however, that I havent been able to sit down and write at length. I managed one story.

But hey, at least it was something. My goal for this month was to write something every day based on prompts. I think I’ve managed pretty good. I want to make it a routine that lasts.

I know not all of my short stories are great, but like I said, it keeps me writing, even if I fall flat here and there. I think tonights short story will be like well enough.

I have been thinking of posting up more of my Role Play writing. Some of the characters mine deals with, and their situations, can be downright entertaining and hilarious. Not all this vampire stuff is serious. I like my roleplays to carry some humor too, and my characters are far from perfect creatures.

Fat Cat is having a hard time struggling with this heat this year. She is harking up hairballs every day. I totally need to get her in to be shaved down. Its also time for a medical checkup. She’ll be so pleased. >_>

I’ve also been rearranging my office… again… I swapped my newer laptop desk for the old one I bought years ago. It is much bigger and matches my main desk a lot better. That meant digging in the storage room to unearth the old desk and get them swapped without breaking my neck.

I really should clean out that storage room…but…uumm…nu.

Well my lovelies, enjoy tonights story to be posted next.

~hugs you all~

Bound to Her: A short story (RP Based)

So this is an RP story I wrote awhile back, I think around Christmas time last year. I dont think I ever posted it to the RP forum, but digging through my stuff today I found it and dusted it off. Its another look at the relationship between my character Nemesis and her faithful butler Creedy. It also alludes to how human Nemesis is, for being a vampire. She makes mistakes, she is flawed and she is socially awkward.

So, enjoy getting to know this character!


Creedy looked at his employer with pity, heaving a heavy sigh for her.
“Pathetic.” He said out loud, dropping a dagger close to Nemesis’ head as she lay in the middle of the banquet halls long dining table.
“Oh, an inch more and that would have taken my ear off, Creedy. Go. Away.” She said, not even mustering enough emotion in her voice to seem threatening. She reached up and plucked the dagger out of the fine finishing of the table and simply tossed it to the floor. “You’re ruining my furniture, stop it, or I’ll dock your pay.” She then rumbled to him.
“Tsk…Nemesis, how long has it been since you’ve been out? Halloween? You need to get out…things can’t be that bad, can they?” The dedicated butler asked of his mistress.
Nemesis simply let out a sigh. “Gee, I dunno Conrad…I turned away from everyone in the city, destroyed friendships, broke ties, left total communities and had a one night stand that left a nice gouge mark in me that makes me want to claw my own eyes out. Don’t you kinda think I’ve done enough damage?” She asked her man servant.
“Caroline…” Creedy breathed out, since she seemed to want to take it to the first and real name basis “…nothing is irreparable. Perhaps a conversation with oph…”
“DONT…do not even go there. If that name is spoken in this house again someone loses a tongue.” Nemesis said plainly. The irritability did have her moving to sit up however, which Creedy found to be a good thing…maybe. He watched as she moved to dangle her legs off the side of the table, swaying her small feet back and forth.
“I was going to prepare the manor for Christmas…would you like to help? I know you enjoy the holiday…” Creedy then offered tenderly, as if a father speaking to his daughter.
But Nemesis was having none of it. “Don’t bother yourself…what’s the point Conrad? It’s just you and me. We don’t need to drag out all this stupid holiday cheer crap just for the two of us. Why don’t you just go away for the holiday…take however much money you need and go on a vacation. That will be my gift to you…a vacation…” She said softly, toying with a strand of her long hair.
The man looked at her and shook his head slowly, his features turning to anger. He reached down to where she had dropped the dagger, retrieving it, only to sink it deep into her flesh in the junction between her neck and shoulder.
Nemesis raised her head, blinking as she turned her sight to Creedy and left out a string of very un-lady-like curses.
“Language like that is so uncouth madam.” Creedy said, watching her pull the blade from her neck.
“Fuck you.” She retaliated. “Why would you do that…want me to return the gesture? Are you feeling suicidal today? You know, I’ve kept you alive and by my side as my butler for how long now? Do not think that you are irreplaceable.” She scowled.
“Tell me about the one night stand. This is the first I’ve heard you mention of it…” Creedy said, looking very pointedly at her. He inwardly sighed at the amount of blood he would have to clean up once Nemesis healed, but drastic times called for drastic measures and all.
Nemesis looked to him rather blandly. “Not much to tell…you know…meet guy, cozy up, make with the sexiness, then sneak away while he sleeps…yeah…not too much more than that.” She said, hopping down from the table.
“You’re definitely not yourself ma’am. I want to help you.” Creedy said, letting his voice and manner carry the sincerity.
But Nemesis shook it off. “I’m fine. Don’t need anything or anyone past these walls.”
“That’s not true and you know it. You’re wallowing.”
“I am not wallowing.”
“You are. Why don’t you go out and kick a puppy…that always makes you smile…go eat a little goth child, that makes you happy…”
“Creedy…clean up this mess. I’m going to my room.”
Nemesis began walking off, but on the subject of her room, Creedy spoke up once again. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you’ve done in there…I’ve hired a contractor that will be here tomorrow to sort out that mess…you’ll have to sleep in one of the other rooms.”
Nemesis turned. “Yes, yes, fine…I’ll be in my attic, I suppose.” She said in a deflated tone. Yes, she had destroyed her room in a fit of rage one evening, wanting to strip away all there was of the past. She tore furnishings apart, punched holes in walls, destroyed the little ‘hidden room’ in the paneling. Then she started dragging her meals up there…killing them violently and staining the room in blood. Even Nemesis would admit there was a bit of a foul smell emanating from the room now.
As she reached the door to the banquet room, she turned to look at Creedy somewhat timidly. “Is the library put back in order?” She asked rather meekly for a vampiress of her power. Creedy looked at the amount of blood pooled from stabbing her then slowly looked to his mistress. “Yes, Nemesis. The room is back in order, minus the pictures. I figured I would replace those you tore down with some of your old portraits that have been in storage.”
Nemesis gave a nod. “Yes, that will do.” She said softly.
Creedy sighed and began toiling away, cleaning up yet another of Nemesis’ messes. This business of her having a ‘one night stand’ bothered him greatly. But she was her own woman, and he wasn’t her father.
Nemesis trekked to the safety of her attic, curling a lip in disgust at the feel of the dried blood on her neck and in her hair from Creedy’s little dagger hit. Like her faithful butler, her thoughts turned to her actions of weeks ago. She was beginning to feel foolish. It was almost Christmas and she hadn’t said a word to him. She felt like a whore, though she was far from it. There were some in this forsaken city so much worse than herself. Both female and male. Some didn’t know their head from a hole in the ground.
She stripped down and climbed into the shower in her attic room, cleansing herself thoroughly before stepping out to dry and put on fresh clothing. With nothing more to do, and restraining from destroying any more of her own property, she sat down on the cot set up in the corner of the room. Her attic was filled with a variety of herbs, flowers, bones and skins. Voodoo dolls and charms hung everywhere with no rhyme or reason.
She could try to capture a small bit of peace here, among her collection of oddities, both found and created.
With a sign, she picked up a small skull. It was a chipmunk or squirrel or something. It was cute.
She lay down on the cot with the critter skull and allowed her fingertips to smooth over the bone. It was soothing and lulling. Her eyes drifted shut, but she did not sleep.
She wallowed.

Floating Part II : (RP Based)


Part II
Upon stepping out into the night air, Nemesis slid on her hoodie and took a deep, unneeded, breath. Its only value was to scent out the most blood in the local vicinity could be found.
The fresh warm blood of possible meals were gathered to the north and west. She smiled, and with a little bounce in her step, steered herself toward the humans. She passed the fountain in the center of the walkway to the front gates, stopping a moment to check on her Koi fish. The lighting made them shimmer in the evening. She waved her hand through the water before continuing down the path that led to the sidewalk and the city beyond.

The first meal of the night came from a smartly dressed young man fumbling around near an Omni Bank ATM machine. She took him down from behind quickly. It felt so good to sink her teeth into the taunt flesh of his neck, she nearly shook him like a wolf with bone. She took deep, smooth drinks of his blood as it rushed to meet her ruby lips. But it all came to an end all too soon. The gentleman had given up all the blood he could offer. Nemesis dropped him where he was, then leaned over his corpse. She didn’t mind acting like a scavenger, picking him clean of coin and money. What need did he have for it now?

With a fresh kill and hot blood rolling through her, Nemesis felt much better. She ventured off, pulling her hood over her head as a light mist of rain had begun to fall. The streets passed Zinc seemed to be filled with activity. A lot of nightwalkers. She didn’t want the tainted taste of a fellow vampire on her tongue this night, however. She wanted human blood, but there wasn’t a tavern near, so she would have to hunt for what she desired. A park would have to suffice.
People still frequented the beautiful old parks in Ravenblack. Lovers strolled their paths, outdoor types still sometimes camped overnight. They knew the risks.

And then there were the hunters. Organized ‘freedom fighters’ here to kill off the demon hoards, as they liked to say it. They could be lethal when fresh for a fight, with their crossbows. The tips were blessed. They caused a vampire a significant amount of damage. Nemesis never gave chase to them. She found no fun in it. Her beloved enjoyed the sport of hunting the hunters.

Nemesis heard voices coming from a path. With stealth and quickness she climbed a tree overlooking the path. She smiled a wide gleaming grin. A couple. Just what she needed to fill herself for the evening. As they came into view, Nemesis’ stomach gave a flutter and she gnashed her teeth. They came closer and closer still, holding hands and chatting. And once they were within her reach, she lay on the branch she had been sitting, picking the lovers up by their heads. She paid no mind to their struggles. It meant nothing to her superior strength.
She made them look toward each other, as they both scratched and groped at her hands on their heads. It made her giggle.
“Time to kiss-kiss!” She said to them in a plain, clear voice before smashing their faces together. Their faces were bashed in beyond recognition, but their bodies still lived.
She drug each of them into the tree with her and fed at her leisure. It was perfection, and she now felt playful.
She tied each of them to the branch by their belts, using tatters of their clothing to make them seem as grotesque marionettes’. She ripped and slashed at their bodies, so that when she pushed them from the tree, entrails and meat would splatter the path below. It made a wonderful ‘sploshing’ noise. She studied her dolls, impressed with her handiwork. She hadn’t lost her touch.

She felt eye on her, causing her to turn slowly. A low growl rang out through the park before two golden eyes pushed their way from the brush. A wolf. A very large wolf. And it wasn’t one of hers. It was a feral, wild wolf. She turned her body boldly and offered a little bow to him. He wouldn’t be able to reach her dolls, be he’d come for what was spilling out of them and what littered the path. Nemesis couldn’t speak to animals like her husband could. So instead, she offered up a silly salute and turned, not showing any fear, and began to stroll away. The wolf was happy enough, and when she had gotten a good distance away, he moved toward the steaming pile of meat, flesh and entrails, enjoying a free meal.

Nemesis went about in the night, looking into shops and whatnot. She saw a good many vampires she knew of, but didn’t personally know, and a bunch of vampires she never seen before. But that’s what happens when you take extended amounts of sleep.
She continued on with her window shopping, making note to come back at a later time to restock and just have the fun of spending her money.
It was time to go home, her hunger sated. Both of them. Both the emptiness of her stomach and veins, and that ever heavy need for violence. She would go home, read a book, drink some wine, and hope her husband crawled his way out of that floating place soon.

Floating Part I (RP based story)


This story takes place after one of my breaks from a particular game. Its my character, Nemesis, going through the motions of waking and reaclimating herself to the waking world, covering her needs. Tonight I present Part I, tomorrow I will post Part II.

Floating. Floating, floating, floating. That’s how it felt. She was aware, and yet she had no sense of time or place. So she floated.

Aware. Floating still, but more aware. Her body pressed against another, flesh to flesh. Silk cocooning them.

Aware. Nemesis made one small movement. A simple wiggle of her fingertips. She took a deep breath to scent the air. Her husband’s scent surrounded her.

She wiggled the fingers of both hands before moving her body ever so slightly. That slight movement told her enough.

Her face was buried against his stomach. It must have been awhile since either moved, because Nemesis cracked a small grin when she realized that the skin of her pale cheek was stuck to her partner bounds flesh by way of her own drool. It was comical to her.

She allowed herself a little time to fully become grounded from that floating place before moving again. Slowly and hesitantly she pushed herself from her lover and off the bed, finding herself sitting on the floor. Keen eyes took in the room. There was not a speck of dust, not a thing out of place, everything picture perfect. That could only mean that her faithful butler Creedy had been in every day checking on him.

Nemesis shifted a bit, testing out the strength in her body. She felt weak and her teeth hurt. And there were hardly words to describe the white hot burning hunger in her stomach and veins. With a slender arm she reached to the nightstand she was partially leaning against and picked up the phone, drawing it down to her parched lips. She pressed a single button on the phone. “Creedy…I need your assistance…” she managed to rasp out from a throat that felt of sandpaper.

Not five minutes passed before a tall, well built, but older man entered through the door, a pitcher of thick red fluid in hand. Conrad Creedy had been Nemesis’ human servant for decades. He tended all her affairs and business dealings. And for his servitude, Nemesis kept him from the ravages of time, though she didn’t make him a vampire, as that was his wish.

Creedy moved to Nemesis’ side and held the pitcher to her lips. She greedily gulped at the ever so sweet taste of fresh, hot blood. Creedy’s hand stroked her hair as he whispered to her “slowly, mistress, slowly…” but she paid him no mind and finished of the pitcher, licking what had spilled over her lips and fingers. “Shall I wake the master?” Creedy asked softly. With a shake of her head, she looked to the bed. “Let him sleep until he’s ready…” Creedy gave her a nod and picked her small, naked form up off the floor, carrying her to the washroom. He ran her a bath and set her down within the hot waters before leaving to fetch her some clothing.

Nemesis inhaled the flesh, clean scent of the bath she soaked in. She gathered her favorite body soaps and shampoo and went to work on cleaning herself up. The hot water soothed aching muscles and joints, and the precious blood Creedy had provided held her hunger at bay, for now.

When ready, Nemesis stood from the bath and allowed Creedy to wrap her in a towel and help her stand on her own two legs. He helped dry her off, and brushed her long red hair free from any tangles. “Thank you, Creedy, that will be all for now. I’ll be down stairs in a few.” The elder looking gentleman gave a nod and left the master suite of the Asyl.

Nemesis picked up the clothing that was chosen for her. She offered up a smile. Creedy was worth his weight in gold. He always knew what was needed for her at any given time. Tonight he had chosen a ‘hunting’ ensemble. Black pants and one of her husband’s loose fitting black shirts. Also resting on the counter was her favorite pair of tennis shoes.

She slipped her clothing on and stepped once more into the bedroom, looking to her love. He was still in that floating place. He’d wake sooner or later. That special bond between them would stir at him like a fine web between them being jostled by a tiny fly.

Nemesis blew a kiss to her man’s sleeping form before exiting the room. She walked through the big manor slowly, getting a renewed feel of things. When she descended the staircase, she went to a room on the left of the case, opening the door and stepping in. “BEBEEES!” She squealed as a choir of ‘mews’ and ‘meows’ flooded her ears. The vampiress dropped to her knees and was lovingly assaulted by her array of cats and kittens. And she gave each and every one of them their own special moment of attention. Nemesis adored felines. If she could rescue every stray in the world, she would. She allowed strays from the city streets to follow her home, letting them take up residence in the big barn. They weren’t ‘people’ friendly, having lived on the streets, but they were thankful for the warm hay and free food offered to them. And the stables stayed rodent free.
Out of nowhere that stabbing hot pain was in her belly again. “Okay, my lovelies, momma can’t stay here all night. We’ll play later.” She said to the flock of felines.

Nemesis got up and left the room, heading toward the front door. Creedy was standing there, two jackets for her to choose from. A trench, or a hoodie. She smiled to her servant and chose the hoodie.
“All the best on your nights hunt mistress, it’s good to see you awake.” Creedy said. Nemesis had no words, she simple winked at him and took her leaving of her sanctuary while the night was still young, off to fill her hunger.

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