Romantic Meal

Ah, the vampire. Daniel happens to be a romantic vamp, though the average human may not think so. I just finished writing a scene where my favorite vamp took his girlfriend (also a vamp) to a free concert. He let her pick anyone she wanted to have for dinner and they ate on the beach under a glowing moon. Now, if that isn't romantic, I don't know what is.

The following are Daniel's thought on the chosen meal, his girlfriend, Amanda, picked out.


Daniel

Amanda had marvelous taste. She could be a bit picky at times, but I had grown use to it. Besides, when you splurge and go out for a warm meal it should be something special. One can only take so many cold meals, and I wanted this night to be special for us.

She chose a healthy young thing, smallish in size. She smelt sweet, clean, and oh so tender. Amanda always insisted on females, claiming they were sweeter than the males. She did have a point, though the rough taste of males was just as enjoyable for me. Since this was, of course, a treat for my lovely Amanda, I didn't argue, simply walked over to her choice and brought her with us to the beach.

Telling our meal to sit, I spread a blanket out for us and instructed our meal to lay prone on the blanket, before turning my attention to Amanda. She looked heavenly in the moonlight, her black hair like raven's wings and eyes as blue as sapphire.

I grinned and pulled out a rose, tickling her soft cheeks with the pedals until she giggled.

"You're a helpless romantic, Love," Amanda said with a smile.

I kissed her and sat back to watch her feed. She looked so dainty as she nipped at the wrists. The meal suddenly began to jerk, but I shushed it quickly, and took a few deep drinks as well.

The taste was intoxicating.

"I want to play a bit," Amanda said, glancing around the beach. "Do you think we can?"

"Well, dear, we can't have her screaming, that could be a bad thing."

"I could rip out her tongue. I wouldn't let her bleed to death. I feel in the mood for some fun and that taste of panic."

I chuckled. "As you wish. And here I thought I was the only one who liked a good old fashioned hunt."

Amanda straddled the female and bend over her so their mouths touched. Daniel waved his hand and the female began to struggle, letting out a muffled scream. Seconds later Amanda spat out a large chunk of flesh and got off the female. The being panicked and scrambled away as we watched.

We chuckled, not a drop of blood marred Amanda's fair features. Our food staggered to its feet and tried to run away. We let it get several yards away before we got to our feet.

"The first one that gets it to go in the water wins," Amanda said.

"Wins what?" I asked.

"Wins the option to make the other bury the body, of course."

"And here I was hoping for something a bit more exciting."

Amanda laughed. "Get your mind off of sex for a moment. I hunger."

"Then fetch your meal, if you can."

The chase was on.

Jail Time

Kira Reese is the project I intend to tackle for NaNoWriMo this November. Or so my plans are at the moment. This head-strong and sassy young woman, is a wealth of sarcasm, quick witt and dark humor. A smuggler by trade, she tends to find herself in some awfully unusual positions, some of them not entirely her fault.

Pilot Kira Reese:

DAY ONE

So, I'm sitting here staring at four walls wondering when... or if, they'll let me out again.

Pop, if you ever read this, be forewarned. I am going to KILL YOU! How dare you leave me in this God-forsaken cell. When I finally get out of here, you are on the top of my shit-list. You should see this rat hole! In fact, I'll make sure you see this pit personally. So much for family unity 'cause we are done!


DAY TWO

The food here reeks like swamp mud and looks like soggy orange peeling dripping with syrup. Swamp mud and oranges of all things! It might actually be edible if it tasted like either of them. But no, it tastes like burn rubber dripping with sweet liquid plastic. Oh yes. The wonders of a culture abound in the food they eat. No wonder this place is so damn crocked. If a person can't get a decent meal, its enough to make an entire race go batty.


DAY THREE

Okay, the joke should be over now. Pop, if you don't get me out of here soon, we are seriously going to have an all out war when I get out.


DAY FIVE

I said it before, but I really mean it now. I'm hungry, my head hurt, the guards are starting to look at me with a little too much interest, and this place reeks of urine. I want out and if you don't get me out of here soon, I'm going to do something desperate.


DAY SEVEN

Oops, I warned you. See you in the skies, Pop.


-Kira Reese

Betrayal and Treason

Poor Kyle, he just can't get a break. A husband, father of two and second heir to a House in a post apocalyptic world. He is really having the worst 6 months of his life.

Warrior Kyle Gates:

Who'd have thought my own baby brother would betray us? I always knew he was just a bit off, but who really thinks in terms of betrayal when it comes to their own blood? I rack my brain wondering if it was something specific that sent him over the edge. Was it something I did personally? How could I have missed something like this?

Looking back, I see where I did wrong, treated him like a child instead of the man he was. Its hard to remember that he was growing up. So busy with my own life, a family to care for, work to do.... My chest feels very heavy with the task ahead of me. I'm not certain I can do it, but better me than Asher.

Will I be able to put the blade to his throat and open up the veins without cracking? My mind isn't in the best shape right now. I keep wondering if this is all a dream. I have to remind myself that it isn't or they'll think me mad.

Maybe I am. If not, I'm very close.

Edrick, you bastard, I love you and hate you. Once upon a time, you were my brother. To do what I have to do, I can't let myself think of you like that any more.

Maker Forgive Me,

-Kye

From The Voices in My Head

To get to know the characters in my stories sometimes I have to let them ramble. I have several from various stories, some connected some not. Some Sci-fi, others fantasy and still others just plain unusual. Take a peek at what they have to say. I garentee some of them will NOT be happy campers... well, most of them. I happen to be a very cruel person when it comes to my characters. The poor things, I almost feel sorry for them.

Muhahaha! I did say almost.