The Seeker does not Confess

NaNoWriMo backup

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 04:54:20 GMT

Andreas fidgeted on his seat. He could not keep truly still but he could not more from his seat either. He simply could not wait for this class to be over and yet the back of his mind told him that even after this lecture was over he would have another two before his day was truly over.

Besides, he could not afford to be this distracted. This was his university education we’re talking about! He had paid for the right to be sitting in this classroom, listening to a man who had not left the university in twenty years go on about the importance of mitochondria. Well, technically he had not paid for his education yet, both the bank and his parents were loaning him money to study until he got a job. But that still meant that he was going to have to pay his tuition himself someday and it was no small money.

So why was he wasting his time (and future money) dicking around in the classroom when he should be paying attention to the professor and making the most of the situation? He wasn’t even taking notes for crying out loud!

Maybe it was because he was a terrible procrastinator. He always felt that he could download the slides online and then study from the textbook rather than listen to lectures. And if all else failed, he could turn to one of his friends for help right before exams. He was taking the easy way out, and he knew it, it always gave him a uncomfortable guilt, but for some reason he could not help it.

Every Sunday night that he had spent working until the early hours of the morning to catch up with his work he had promised himself he would end his vicious cycle of dawdling and getting distracting in insignificant stuff and yet he always fell back on it. He knew it was not from the lack of brainpower that this happened, but from the lack of force of will.

But today was different. Today he was so distracted that he did not even pretend to listen to the lecturer, he did not doodle on the margin of his notebooks and he did not wonder when his next meal was going to be.

He was too nervous to think about food.

He fiddled with his pencil case and alternatively his face all while squirming in his seat. He was sure that his anyone was watching him, they would go crazy, or think he was crazy. Fortunately most people were paying more attention to the lecturer than to himself and the ones that were not were too busy distracting themselves as well to pay attention to him.

Whenever his teacher mentioned something that sounded vaguely important, Andreas jotted it down. While he was procrastinator of the worst sort, he did care about his marks to some extent and could not afford to let them fall lower after the midterms.

He looked down on his book. His latest entry was “vacuoles are big” written in the spidery handwriting that was illegible by most literate people on Earth besides himself and David.

David.

Oh no, he went there.

The whole class he had tried in vain to banish any thoughts of David, trying to concentrate on biology, trying to think about the fact that he had barely passed his midterm, he only had a 59% average on this class, which was the lowest mark he ever had gotten in biology in his whole life. But this line of thinking only led to a horrible feeling his stomach about his bad grade and his thoughts still on David.

He tried desperately to think about how much work he would have to do to catch up on this course as well as all the others he was behind in (all the courses he took) but nothing working.

Invariably his mind turned to the man he had met two weeks after orientation, the man that had casually approached him at the food bar in the cafeteria that cold night in September (or had it been October?) and strangely asked him about Chinese food.

Andreas could not remember the exact words of their first conversation, but he remembered thinking about this man’s apparent ignorance about imported foods.

In the few following weeks, while adjusting to university life David seemed to pop up just about anywhere. At first Andreas had been rather annoyed with him, he felt stalked and a bit freaked out that a man would approach him.

After all, it was not as he was "out" like most of the members of the Gay, Lesbian and Transgender Club. Only his most trusted friends knew about his sexual orientation. Hell, not even his mom knew for crying out loud! At some point he had been scared that this man David was one of those crazy homophobes that killed gays when the opportunity presented itself.

He knew he was being paranoid about being targeted as a homosexual, but he had heard enough scary stories to be aware that "his kind" was not welcome everywhere.

But David was nothing if not a gentleman and his charming personality got to Andreas in the long run. One night a week before midterms Andreas had shyly asked him out on a date and David accepted. Their relationship progressed from there.

Their dating made him both happy and anxious. It was the first time he had dared date anyone, but he had an odd feeling that told him that they were going rather fast. How much time was supposed to pass before they held hands for the first time? Before they kissed?

He couldn't go by normal conventions because he always knew that being gay was being different, though he had spent the better half of his adolescence convincing himself this was not a bad thing.

Still, David was dropping heavy hints that he wanted to "do it" and it simply drove Andreas insane. He wanted to have sex as well, but he felt it was a big step and it was rather soon for their 3-month-old relationship. But what if David left him because of this? Besides it was all right as long as they used a condom, right?

No matter what, Andreas was trying hard not to act like a girl. Having accepted being gay, he did not want to reinforce the stereotype of effeminate homosexuals. He always did his best to act like a man, and a tough man at that. Guys liked sex right? In fact, no real man would pass the chance to get some. Problem solved.

He lifted his head from his arms and noticed that the classroom was empty and that he was ten minutes late for his next class. Mumbling with himself, he dashed out.

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He checked his watch--19:00 hours. Students came and went from their classes, some heading home for the whole weekend. Like any Friday night in this university, parties were planned, mostly around the number of people and the amount of beer available.

Students shuffled to and fro, most of them ignoring the young man who stood against the entrance of the newly-deserted Engineering building. He was dressed in the normal uniform of a grad student: jeans, white T-shirt and a chequered shirt.

He stood rather still, the fingers of his right hand tapping on his thigh as he squinted against the last rays of sunlight.

He heard someone approach, but thought nothing of it until the person spoke."Hey...David?"
David turned to the source of the voice, a tall young man that seemed about twenty with hair the black of night and eyes as fresh as spring grass, a combination that gave him an exotic look he himself lacked with his own coffee-coloured hair and brown honey-laced eyes.

David smiled, and grabbed his upper arm in a friendly but impatient way. "Come with me, Andreas."

He felt as much as heard Andreas flinch at the sound of his own name. He himself could not tell why "Andreas" sounded old-fashioned or stupid, but he didn't care about that detail. Once they were well inside the building, David slowed his steps and abruptly took Andreas' hand. Andreas blushed noticeably, but he did not let go, he gave a faint squeeze instead. They kept walking, hand-in-hand, through the dimly-lit hallways, the silence interrupted by the sound of their footsteps and the occasional flickering of an old neon light.

Bypassing the lecture halls they found a small classroom with room enough for just twenty or so students. The door was unlocked, because nobody wanted to steal an old overhead projector or some abused plastic chairs.

Andreas filed in rather sheepishly while David strode after him with purpose, closing the door in the same motion. Two windows illuminated the room, one with a blood red and orange light, showing the last vestiges of the dying sun and the other with a bruised purple sky.

The shorter one touched his boyfriend's arm slowly, tracing it up and down as he got closer. Andreas, suddenly shy, avoided his gaze, eyes closing as David moved in for a kiss, that he did not back away from.

David continued to touch and kiss him without words until finally he got a response. A bit awkwardly, the darker-haired boy moved so both of them were in a better position, pushing against the nearest desk, making the furniture groan in metallic protest.

Andreas was excited that he’d finally get to have sex with David. This was a turning point in their relationship and he hoped that David realized that. Growing more and more passionate, he fished in his pocket for one of the condoms he’d gotten for free in the nurse's office, complete with tiny cartoon instructions on how to put it on.

He was nervous, this was the first time he was going to have sex with David. He wanted to perform well, but not to seem too needy or aggressive. He did not know how to bring up the condom, despite his desire to present it as if he dealt with prophylactics all the time. At the beginning of this evening he had been wondering who would be wearing the condom, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that he would not.

David, kissed him fiercely, not giving Andreas room to breathe or, more importantly, think. He kissed and caressed intensely until Andreas was panting, his cheeks flushed and his hips grinding for more, the condom forgotten.

David could even hear the palpitations of Andreas's excited heart. He cold feel himself growing longer, and he was almost overcome with the urge to enter him right then. But he did not want to spoil the timing, so he dry-swallowed and continued his erotic movements.

With a shaking hand that that seemed slightly hesitant at first, he reached down to his boyfriend's crotch, beginning a massage that would soon send them both in a frenzy.
Andreas moaned and shook, seeking a kiss, but generally too distracted with the hand on his pants.

Eventually he could not take in anymore and separated briefly from his lover, long enough to undo his belt and pull down his pants to reveal his hard member. David took his cue to grab it and begin their carnal dance anew, using his long fingers to make Andreas forget everything except the two of them, screwing in a university classroom. Suddenly the dark-haired youth seemed to remember he was the only one with his dick out and moved his hands towards the zipper of his lover. But David shoved against him with renewed force, using his free hand to explore the other side of the half-off underwear, and soon his own pants were forgotten.

Knowing Andreas was close to coming, David took a long lick at his lover's neck, knowing now, in the heat of the moment Andreas would be less likely to notice the prickling sensation that followed the lick. Indeed, the taller felt he was ready to burst.

Andreas, feeling expert fingers pleasuring him, could no longer hold back. Clutching on to David, he had an orgasm like never before. He hardly noticed that his boyfriend was biting his neck at the exact same moment. He yelled, moaned, and finally slumped, the loss of blood and the after-glow making him sleepy.

David lifted Andreas’ limp body and crudely deposited him on the table, pulling up the soiled pants and underwear without buttoning either.

Running his tongue against his lips to lap up any traces of blood, he stared at the unconscious young man. He was surprised to find a virgin. Yet there was no mistaking the taste of someone pure. It had been years since he had tasted anything so innocent. He hadn’t been hunting for a virgin but this was a nice surprise.

He considered what to do. This was the 21st century and if a person went missing, it was not going to go unnoticed. Police would be phoned in, parents would be called, a search party would be organized and someone at some point was bound to mention that Andreas had a boyfriend. It could lead to a huge mess if the police found out were he slept and tried to ask him questions.

Despite his immense urge to drain the young and healthy man dry, it would be a huge bother to get rid of the body and to get away himself. Despite the scorn he got from other undead, he prefered his own lazy way, pretending to have sex with them while having a meal.

Leaning against one of the plastic chairs, he reflected that he had always been notorious for taking the lazy way out of everything. Even back when he was helping in his father's shop in Italia, he had gotten more than one beating for trying to do things faster instead of better.

The now rather pale youth stirred in his sleep, probably uncomfortable to have a hard desk as a bed, but did not wake. The vampire hoped that he had not taken too much blood and Andreas would be too weak to walk in the morning. That could lead to bothersome questions. Taking off his useless chequered jacket, he bunched it up and put it underneath his boyfriend's neck, to prevent accusations of neglect and sore necks in the morning.

David leaned against a desk, trying to remember the rules. Was what they had just done sex? Did it count if it had been done with a Mydian? Strictly speaking, there had been no penetration....

He sighed, too lazy and sated to bother with rules. Andreas was pure, untouched, and though he had intended to break up with him after tonight, he now decided against the idea. He could not feed off of the boy for another month or two, else someone could get suspicious, but if it turned out that this sort of sex did not count then he had struck gold. Nothing was better than pure blood voluntarily given. Given Andreas' character, he knew that he was not likely to cheat on him, so this could go on for a few good years.

With that in mind, the vampire slung the limp body over his shoulders, and exited the room. [leaving the bloodied chequered jacket behind on the desk?]

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Having deposited his so-called lover at his apartment, making sure he would not get too cold, David wandered the dark streets of the city, wondering if he could last on tonight's feeding or should he attack someone at random. He could wait until it was closing time at a bar and attack someone too inebriated to spell his own name. Maybe.

Without really thinking, he wandered into one of those all-night cafes. He had never had coffee when he had been alive, yet it always fascinated him to see how humans could get addicted to it. He had yet to meet one that did not like it.

"What can I get you, mister?"

Maybe he should suck on the waitress. He could hypnotise her right now to make her come into a dark alley with him. He turned to lock on her eyes, his own crimson-red in preparation for the glamour. But as soon as they made eye contact, her turned red as well, a defensive mechanism. Of all the luck, David sighed discontentedly. She was a Mydian too.

Her eyes widening, she leaned in to whisper, so low that even another vampire would have trouble listening, which was probably the purpose. "Please, stay, I have a question for you. I finish at one."

David made a noise of agreement and exited the place, a bit annoyed. What did she want? If she had questions about vampirism, why not ask her coven master instead of a stranger? But he stayed, mostly for curiosity and being bored.

Eventually she came out of the café and stalked towards him. He began walking at a human pace, forcing her to slow down and make both of them seem like a couple. Less suspicious that way.
They walked about a block in silence, before David got annoyed.

"What do you want then?"

She hesitated before answering, shifting her weight on the spot and avoiding his gaze. It struck him that she was behaving very much like a human woman her age, which either meant she was very young or that she was an extremely good actress. If he had to choose, David would go for the former.

"Who...who is your Master?" There was a way in which she said the word that denoted that the word was capitalised. It was obvious she was part of a coven with a powerful leader and even when he was not present she held her respect for him.

"I do not have master young one, and if that all you were going to bother me with, then should should have asked me at the shop." He replied cooly.

Her eyes widened -another human reaction- and the older vampire decided that she was definitely a newbie. She began walking again, this time faster and with more purpose. David considered walking in the opposite direction, for conversations with younglings never failed to bore him. However, when he looked up, she made an impatient jerk with her head and he followed. Maybe he could get something out of this. Something that would feed him, hopefully. He could potentially live off Andreas alone, but it would leave him with a barely-there thirst that was hard to ignore.

"How....how did you get rid of him?" She suddenly asked in a voice that seemed both angry and scared at the same time. David could not resist raising an eyebrow. For someone so shifty and scared it would surely take figurative balls of steel to even think about killing the coven master. After all, depending on his strength, it was quite possible he could read the minds of his minions and squish any rebellion before it was even a fully-formed thought. His interest in this scared rookie girl piqued.

The had arrived to an empty park, obscured save for the yellow light of the street lights at the fringes, which were enough to see your way on the road, but not good enough to read or to see a mugger hiding in the bushes. David eyed the man crouching behind the rhododendrons and deemed him too small and nervous to care about. He could smell his sweat and hear his agitated heart from twenty meters away, but having just fed, he could not care less.

Without warning to his companion he sat on the weather-abused park bench, forcing her to stop and stay with him.

Leaning on his new seat, he silently reminisced about his old Master and how their he had treated him. Like a slave basically. He had always called him a good-for-nothing, selfish lazy idiot. He resented everything but the lazy part. Well, not really. In fact, it was a description that fir him rather neatly. But there were always exceptions. Sometimes he would rather work hard for two hours if it was going to save him twelve hours of menial work.

He always known he was more interested in himself than anybody else in the world. And for that very reason the worst time in his existence had been when was forced to obey and serve someone against his wishes. It had been weird, not being able to disobey Rowan, but it was simply a physical impossibility. No matter what he tried, there had been no loopholes to escape his Master's wishes. And serving his wishes meant waiting hand and foot to a ruthless slave-driver. Rowan made sure that he did not have any way of having any time to himself and for nearly half a century he had been enslaved to the English entrepreneur. However, Rowan began relaxing his guard, possibly because he thought David was too lazy or too stupid to rebel. David learned to develop a façade of niceness that eventually fooled even Rowan into trusting him. He would bring young and nubile victims for his master to feed on, and he would clean up the bodies afterwards, never complaining about not having something for himself. Rowan began to be more and more careless on the rights he allowed his servant, to the point that he began thinking about making another vampire so that David could be his lieutenant of sorts. Not his equal, of course, but above someone else. David saw this show of weakness as a sign to implement his plan.

It had be a well thought out plan, because a vampire can survive in the sun perhaps long enough to find shade while sustaining terrible burns, he had to make sure Rowan would not find any shade nearby at all. He had found a war-time bunker in the middle of a tree-less plain to serve that purpose, but luring Rowan out there had been a huge pain. He managed to lie, saying that he had found a young virgin interested in escaping her overly religious family in search of adventure.

The tricky part had been stopping himself from listening to Rowan. One word from his Master, and he would have to open the door and his whole plan would be ruined. He managed to get his hands on some blessed silver, which burned his skin the way the sun did. On the day of the plan he told Rowan to wait outside while he went in and made sure the girl had come alone and that she was truly a virgin. After reassuring him that he would not touch her life-blood, he went inside and chained himself to the wall after plugging his ears. The bright metal burned his wrists, but he ignored it and waited. And waited....and waited....

Finally he heard, or rather felt, someone banging on the door of the bunker, at first angrily, and then desperately. He ignored and tried to focus on counting the time, figuring out how long it would be before the sun fully rose. If Rowan had been smart, or distrustful, and he had left as soon as David went in, he might have gotten a chance of reaching somewhere shady to protect himself. But now dawn was imminent and there was nowhere Rowan could go except inside the locked bunker.

After another twenty minutes he thought he heard someone screaming, but he forced himself to ignore that as well. After a few more moments, however, it was impossible to ignore. It was as if the screaming was inside him, tearing him apart, gutting him of his unused intestines. And then he heard it, not through his blocked ears, but clearly in his head.

Let me in! LET ME IN, you son of a whore! You'll regret this, I promise! Let me in!

His hands moved to the door, to let in his Master, to rescue him from the atrocious light of the sun. But his silver shackles prevented him from moving more than a step forward and fell on his knees, facing the door.

Let. Me. In!

David struggled against his binding, which were cutting through his flesh while burning it, not caring whether he lost his hands in the struggle. He had to save Master, he had to open that door...

Suddenly the voice in his head was devoid of all anger and all that was left was panic and fear.

Help me....

With a final yank, David managed to free himself of his chains and jumped forward toward the door, leaving behind three fingers. He nearly kicked it open, in the frenzy he was to save Master. But as soon as he opened it, he screamed in pain, for there was the Sun, restlessly burning in the sky, threatening to null his existence. He immediately covered his eyes, for looking directly at the Sun meant sure death to any Night-walker and scanned the ground before him. New-looking clothes lay fluttering the weak wind, getting soiled by the pile of ash that seemed to be everywhere around them.

Despite his body slowly burning in the rays of dawn, David stood unmoving for a moment, staring at the remains of his Master. No....it was not Master anymore. It was not even a master. It was idiot Rowan, the pile of dog shit that had kicked him around for the last five decades. Rowan, who had been sent to oblivion and would never, ever bother him with some stupid request for new clothes or more gold.

It was done. He was free.

He began to laugh, at first quietly and gradually more louder, until the sound he was making was not even vaguely human, but something more appropriate for one of Lucifer's close companions. He laughed until he could laugh no more and his skin was black from scorching. It took him some time to recuperate and look more human again, but had been worth it.

It was the story he told her, but he omitted the true names. Who knows how this information could be turned against him.

She looked sad and helpless. "Lure him out into the open? Have him trust me? Oh...he knows I hate him...in fact he uses it against me." If the girl was still human there would be tears in her eyes.

"Very few vampires ever get rid of their masters, young one. Why not go with the flow? Why not be part of your coven? Who knows? You could become someone worth noting in a few hundred years."

She looked at him incredulously. "How can you even say that?" She nearly shouted. "A few hundred years? I've been like this less than forty and I already hate every second of it! I just can't go on being like this, either he dies or I do, because I'm incredibly miserable!"

He sat there casually, listening to her with casual interest. She would not be the first, or the last, vampire who missed more being human than their new more powerful form. Women seemed to suffer from this especially.

"So why not do it then?" He kept talking casually, as if it was the weather they were discussing and not a matter of death and oblivion. "Enter a church, or stay in the sun. It'll, but then it will be over. And after that you go the same place humans go when they commit suicide, I imagine."

He wiped her hand across her face, even though there were no tears. "I've thought about it. I have honestly considered it....but then....then he would win. And that makes me angry. I would lose and he would win and he would probably laugh about it too." The last few words were full of bitterness and the anger that had gone away during the story returned. "If I'm going to lose everything else I don't want to lose this. The chance to win against him. Even if it is a slim one."

There was something about this vampiress that was lacking in other death-wishers David had met. Certain anger.

"Why do you hate this so much? Because you had to leave our family? Because you cannot have children? Because you miss the Sun?"

She looked at him and her eyes burned bright red with determination. Definitely not your average vampire bride.

"Those things are nothing compared to what he did to me...that I will never forgive."

David waited for her to continue.

"I used to be...a feminist."

"Used to be?"

Her bitterness returned in a dry laugh.

"I can hardly fight for oppressed women everywhere like this, can I? I cannot show up at rallies, or give money to women's shelters or...anything!" She clutched her head.

"To him it's all a big joke. Whenever he gets the chance he tells me women are stupid and incapable and that their place is under a man and I have to agree with him. He says I should work only in the kitchen and cleaning because that is what women are meant to do and I have to do it. I can't disagree, or fight, or even pretend that I have a sliver of freedom left from him! Sometimes....sometimes....he even forces me to...be a whore. A whore! To humans! And I have to go along with it because he is my Master...You...you have no idea how many time I wished I was allowed to rip those men apart...to tear them limb by limb while they're still alive. For the first time I have the strength to really kick the ass of those male chauvinist pigs and I'm not allowed to! Do you know how frustrating that is!?"

David nodded slowly at the monologue. Masters could be kind or cruel, depending on how they had been in life, but it was often that the power to make someone do anything they wanted coupled with a few hundred years of non-living made some quite sadistic beings.

He got up from the bench.

"Maybe you should be thankful he cannot rape you himself. That would be the final humiliation."

She fell silent, chewing his words. "Is there anything I can do?"

"I do not wander the streets so younglings can ask me for advice. Your existence is your own, even if you think your Master owns you. He does, in several ways, but you can figure out in which ways he does not and exploit that. Whether you use it set yourself free or kill yourself is completely up to you."

At that moment there was a scream and some rustling in the bushes.

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Becoming master-less, he roamed most of Europe by himself, occasionally finding some creatures like himself, but never joining a coven. Since vampires did not eat, bathe or need new clothes regularly, a night-time job and a low-rent home made sure most undead had small fortunes in the time of a few decades. But having a permanent name, home or bank account did not appeal to him at all. It would mean taking the care of making sure the humans suspected nothing and regular trips to the same place every night. How boring a tedious.

Instead of making money, he took it from his victims whenever he needed some and if that was not enough, he attacked someone rich-looking. He was fast enough not to be identified and he switched locations enough as to not arouse suspicion.

He had really enjoyed the nineteenth century. In any big city, he could grab anyone off the street and one would notice or care. If he grabbed someone important the police might poke around for a bit, they never unearthed anything because he fed the dry flesh to the pigs and burned the bones.

Early on he had discovered two rather interesting things: a whore's blood could taste really nasty and an aroused person's one could be delicious. He suspected that sluts had contaminated blood for obvious reasons, but he could not figure out the aroused one. He did several experiments with young women, learning how to use his fingers so they would not suspect that his own phallus had long gone limp forever.

He found out that he got the most pleasure when he bit right when the woman was moaning the most. Maybe he was even doing them a favour, they were dying rather happy.

But by the early twentieth century advances in science made it harder for him to keep killing people, so he left Europe and walked to Africa. There he enjoyed almost total freedom of movement and stayed nearly five decades. He was annoyed when the country he stayed in became urbanized and suddenly people began to care what his credit rating was before allowing him to rent.

Also tired of the relentless African sun, which made him weak even at night, he decided to embark a dangerous journey: over water. Mydians were made weak by running water so he needed to take precautions before shipping himself in a coffin made with wood of his hometown.

But he was rewarded: he arrived to the United States in time for the sexual revolution, many young girls were into "free love" and willing to take a stranger into their homes. Abandoning his "wait in a dark alley" tactic, he began biting girls and leaving them alive. It took a few tries for him to get how much he could take right, but he was rewarded with many free meals.

As the hippy days died out something else started: gay awareness. Richard [his current name] had never considered trying his sex tactic with men because for a long time he would have gotten rejected. But the more he went to gay bars at night and went to some room with a young man in a tow, the more he found out that men were less likely to seek him out or try to find him after what they believed had been a one-night-stand.

As they passed the many empty class-rooms, filled with plastic chairs, old blackboards and not-so-old overhead projectors, he had some time to reflect on his current persona. David the veterinary major at university. It fit him, but not very well. He had prefered Celino the shop-keeper much more. One of his favourites had been John the movie actor, but that had been short because people kept annoyingly checking up on his career.

There is a squirrel on your rooftop sir

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 21:24:22 GMT

A blog entry, suprisingly

Considering I have stuff to do >_>

But I was reading my old blog entries out of nostalgia (awww)

Funny how excited I was when I got my cell phone ABOUT TWO YEARS AGO and now I think it's a piece of crap because it IS a piece of crap :p

Oh well. Still writing, still blogging, still playing videogames until just before dawn, still reading and definitely still using the computer for purposes other that their intentded (~~unless the actual express purpose of a computer is to check out porn and factiods that you are going to forget about in half an hour)~~

I'm gonna being to post my NaNoWriMo entries here.....not usre I is gonna use LJ cut, becuase who reads these things besides myself and the ~~man~~ cat in my head?

over 9000

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 16:54:17 GMT

Today while standing in the elevator, waiting for the stubborn door to close, it struck how foolish we looked: a group of seven unrelated yet smart people, standing in a metal box, waiting for something to happen, like waiting from a sign above.

I wonder if when elevators where invented they had a weird name the way cars were called "horseless carriage". And I wonder how long has it been since elevator assistants have been all but extinct, surviving only on minimum wage in some extra-fancy hotels. And even though they are a threatened species, everyone knows who they are and what they do. Will my children know this as well?

re-written vampire chapter

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 17:35:48 GMT

Yay?

He checked his watch. 1900 hours on campus. Students came and went from their classes, some leaving for home for the whole weekend. Like any Friday night in this university, parties were being planned, mostly around the number of people and the amount of beer available.

Students shuffled to and fro, most of them ignoring the young man who stood against the entrance of the newly-deserted Engineering building. He was dressed in the normal uniform of a grad student: jeans, white T-shirt and a chequered shirt.
He stood rather still, the fingers of his right hand tapping on his thigh as he squinted against the last rays of sunlight.

He heard a pair of feet approach, but thought nothing of it until their owner spoke.
"Hey...David?"
The one called David turned around to see a stout young man about to be twenty looking at him with timid eyes, despite the fact that he was noticeably taller than him. Dark hair and green eyes made the taller man look more exotic as he towered over the other, who had coffee-coloured hair and brown honey-laced eyes.

David smiled at his taller counter-part, grabbing his upper arm in a friendly way. "Come with me, Andreas."

He heard the second male exhale in discontent at the sound of his name. He himself could not tell why "Andreas" sounded old-fashioned or stupid, but he didn't care about that detail. Once they were well inside the building, David slowed his steps and abruptly took Andreas' hand. Andreas blushed noticeably, but he did not let go, he gave a faint squeeze instead. They kept walking, hand-in-hand, through the dimly-lit hallways, the silence interrupted by the sound of their footsteps and the occasional flickering of an old neon light.

They finally found the classroom they had been looking for, it fit about twenty students instead of the usual three hundred. The door was unlocked, because nobody wanted to steal an old overhead projector or some abused plastic chairs.

Andreas filed in rather sheepishly while David strode after him with purpose, closing the the door in the same motion. Two windows illuminated the room, one with a blood red and orange light, showing the last vestiges of the dying sun and the other with a bruised purple sky.

The shorter one touched his boyfriend's arm slowly, tracing it up and down as he got closer. Andreas, suddenly shy, avoided his gaze and looked at his feet even though he knew what he intended. He closed his eyes when David went for the kiss, but did not move away.

David continued to touch and kiss him without words until finally he got a response. A bit awkwardly, the darker-haired boy moved so both of them were in a better position, pushing against the nearest desk, making the iron-framed furniture occasionally groan in metallic protest.

Despite all his shyness, Andreas was rather excited by what was about to happen. It was a turning point in their relationship and he hoped that David saw it like that as well. Growing more and more passionate, he fished in his pocket for one of the those condoms you got for free at the nurse's office, complete with tiny cartoon instructions on how to put it on.

He was nervous, this was the first time he was going to have sex with David. He wanted to perform well, but not to seem too needy or aggressive. He did not know how to bring up the condom, despite his desire to present it as if he dealt with prophylactics all the time. At the beginning of this evening he had been wondering who would be wearing the condom, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that he would not.

David, for his part, kissed him fiercely, not allowing him room to breathe or, more importantly, think. He kissed and caressed intensely until Andreas was panting, his cheeks flushed and his hips grinding for more, the latex contraceptive soon forgotten.

David could hear the palpitations Andreas' excited heart was making. He cold feel himself growing longer, and he was almost overcome with the urge to enter him right then. But he did not want to spoil the timing, so he dry-swallowed and continued his erotic movements.

With a shaking hand that that seemed slightly hesitant at first, he reached down to his boyfriend's crotch, beginning a massage that would soon send them both in a frenzy.
Andreas moaned and shook, occasionally seeking a kiss, but generally too distracted with the hand on his pants.

Eventually he could not take in anymore and separated briefly from his lover, long enough to undo his belt and pull down his pants to reveal his very hard member. David took his cue to grab it and begin their carnal dance anew, using his long fingers to make Andreas forget everything except the two of them, screwing in a university classroom. Suddenly the dark-haired youth seemed to remember he was the only one with his dick out and moved his hands towards the zipper of his lover. But David shoved against him with renewed force, using his other hand to explore the other side of the half-off underwear, and soon his own pants were forgotten.

Knowing the moment was near by the short breaths Andreas was taking, the David took a long lick on his lover's neck. Immediately there was a strange prickling sensation on the taller youth's neck, but the he was not paying too close attention to his neck. He felt he was ready to burst.

Feeling expert fingers pleasuring him both from the front and the back, Andreas could not longer contain himself. Clutching on to David for dear life, he had an orgasm like never before. He hardly noticed that his boyfriend was biting his neck at the exact same moment. He yelled, moaned, and finally slumped, the loss of blood and the after-glow making him sleepy.

David lifted the limp body and crudely deposited him on the table, pulling up the soiled pants and underwear without buttoning either.

Running his tongue against his lips to lap up any traces of blood, staring at the unconscious young man. He was surprised; he had not expected Andreas to be a virgin. But there was no mistake in the taste of the slightly tangy and sweet taste in his mouth: the taste of someone pure. It had been quite a while since he had tasted something like this,but it wasn't like had been specifically been hunting for virgins. Still, it was a nice surprise.

He leaned against a desk, trying to remember the rules. Was what they had just done sex? Did it count if it had been done with a Mydian? Strictly speaking, there had been no penetration....

David sighed, too lazy to keep thinking about bothersome matters and decided to not break up with Andreas after tonight, like had originally intended to. He would have to wait a month or two before drawing his blood again, else someone could get suspicious. But if it turned out that this sort of sex did not count, he had struck gold. Nothing was better than virgin blood voluntarily given. Given Andreas' character, he knew that he was not likely to cheat on him, so this could go on for a few good years.

With that in mind, the vampire slung the limp body over his shoulders, and exited the room.

~~~~~~

Having deposited his so-called lover at his apartment, making sure he would not get too cold, David wandered the dark streets of the city, wondering if he could last on tonight's feeding or should he attack someone at random. He could wait until it was closing time at a bar and attack someone too inebriated to spell his own name. Maybe.

Without really thinking, he wandered into one of those all-night cafes. He had never had coffee when he had been alive, yet it always fascinated him to see how humans could get addicted to it. He had yet to meet one that did not like it.

"What can I get you, mister?"

Maybe he should suck on the waitress. He could hypnotise her right now to make her come into a dark alley with him. He turned to lock on her eyes, his own crimson-red in preparation for the glamour. But as soon as they made eye contact, her turned red aswell, a defensive mechanism. Of all the luck, David sighed discontentedly. She was a Mydian too.

Her eyes widening, she leaned in to whisper, so low that even another vampire would have trouble listening, which was probably the purpose. "Please, stay, I have a question for you. I finish at one."

David made a noise of agreement and exited the place, a bit annoyed. What did she want? If she had questions about vampirism, why not ask her coven master instead of a stranger? But he stayed, mostly for curiosity and being bored.

Eventually she came out of the cafe and stalked towards him. He began walking at a human pace, forcing her to slow down and make both of them seem like a couple. Less suspicious that way.
They walked about a block in silence, before David got annoyed.

"What do you want then?"

Nyack nyack

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 04:09:46 GMT

Untitled
Rating: M because of some kind of sex....not the kind that get you pregnant, but still. Also: homoerotism
Summary: Inspired by nothing in particular, I decided to write my own vampire novel. To my horror, I discovered that my story was little more than a sequence of events without a clear plot, just like twishite *stabs self*
(twishite is a really bad series based on Bella-Sue and Edweird and their tru wuv. You know what I'm talking about)

What I'm hoping to portray is that my vamp is nice to people because it's easier that way rather than he feels like being nice. Also, I'm trying not to make it obvious that this is a vamp story until the biting part.

It was the nineteen hours on campus. Students went and came from their classes, some leaving for home for the whole weekend, other going for their last lecture of the day. Like any Friday night in any university, parties were being planned, mostly around the number of people and the amount of beer available.

Students shuffled to and fro, all of them ignoring the young man who stood against the entrance of the newly-deserted Engineering building, which did not have any late classes. He was dressed in the normal uniform of a grad student: jeans, white T-shirt and a chequered shirt.

He stood rather still, the fidgeting his fingers were doing hidden by his pocket. He kept shooting glances at the dying sun, which seemed to be mocking him in its slowness to set.

He heard a pair of feet approach, but thought nothing of it until they spoke.

"Hey...David?"

He turned around to see a stout young man about to be twenty looking at him with timid eyes, despite the fact that he was noticeably taller than him. Dark hair and green eyes towered over the very average brown combination.

The shorter person looked at him briefly, then walked inside. "Come here, Andreas."

He could hear the second male exhale in discontent at the sound of his name. He himself could not tell why "Andreas" sounded old-fashioned or stupid, but he didn't care.

As they passed the many empty class-rooms, filled with plastic chairs, old blackboards and not-so-old overhead projectors, he had some time to reflect on his current persona. David the veterinary major at university. It fit him, but not very well. He had prefered Felipe the shop-keeper much more. One of his favourites had been John the movie actor, but that had been short because people kept annoyingly checking up on his career.

He finally found the classroom he had been looking for, it fit about twenty students instead of the usual three hundred. He turned the knob forcefully, hoping it wasn't obvious he was breaking it by force.

He grabbed the other boy's arm as he entered the classroom and he pressed him against the nearest desk as soon at the door banged closed behind them.

He kissed him fiercely, not allowing him room to breathe or, more importantly, think. They continued kissing in this fashion until the boy named Andreas was panting, his cheeks flushed and his hips grinding for more.

David could hear the palpitations Andreas' excited heart was making. He barely could hear the blood rushing to the boy's cheeks, his brain, and somewhere far more South.

He cold feel himself growing longer, but he could not do it. Not yet. The timing was not right.

With a shaking hand that could be favourably misinterpreted, he reached down to the taller's crotch, beginning a massage that would soon send them both in a frenzy.

Andreas moan and shook, occasionally seeking a kiss, but generally too distracted with the hand on his pants.

Eventually he could not take in anymore and separated briefly from his lover, long enough to undo his belt and pull down his pants to reveal his very hard member. David took his cue to grab it and begin their erotic dance anew, using his long fingers to make Andreas forget everything except the two of them, screwing in a university classroom. Suddenly the dark-haired one seemed to remember he was the only one with his dick out and move his hands towards the zipper of his lover. But David shoved against him with renewed force, using his other hand to explore the other side of the half-off underwear, and soon his own pants were forgotten.

Knowing the moment was near by the short pants Andreas was taking, the shorter boy took a long lick on his neck. Immediately there was a strange prickling sensation on his neck, but the young student was not paying too close attention to his neck. He felt he was ready to burst.

Angling himself so that Andreas could not longer see his face, David finally let his long fangs show, readying himself for a meal.

Feeling expert fingers pleasuring him both from the front and the back, Andreas could not longer contain himself. Clutching on to David for dear life, he had an orgasm like never before. He hardly noticed that his boyfriend was biting his neck at the exact same moment. He yelled, moaned, and finally slumped, the loss of blood and the after-glow making him sleepy.

David lifted the limp body and crudely deposited him on the table, pulling up the soiled pants and underwear without buttoning either.

Running his tongue against his lips to lap up any traces of blood, he considered what to do. This was the 21^st century and if a person went missing, it was not going to go unnoticed. Police would be phoned in, parents would be called, a search party would be organized and someone at some point was bound to mention that Andreas had a boyfriend. It could lead to a huge mess if the police found out were he slept and tried to ask him questions.

Leaning against one of the plastic chairs, he reflected that he had always been notorious for taking the lazy way out of everything. Even back when he was helping in his father's shop in Italia, he had gotten more that one beating for trying to do things faster instead of better.

Leaning on his chair again, he tried to find a word to describe himself. Lazy would be good, but what about his occasional bursts of activity? He would rather work hard for two hours if it was going to save him twelve hours of menial work. For that reason he had killed his vampire master, which had not easy.

But he was more than tired of waiting hand and foot to the man that made him into a Mydian for no apparent reason and one day he managed to lock him out as the sun was rising. It had been a clever plan, because a vampire can survive in the sun perhaps long enough to find shade while sustaining terrible burns, he had to make sure Sid would not find any shade nearby at all. He had found a war-time bunker in the middle of a tree-less plain to serve that purpose, but luring Sid out there had been a huge pain. Eventually he had lied saying that he had found a young virgin interested in escaping her overly religious family in search of adventure.

He found out that he got the most pleasure when he bit right when the woman was moaning the most. Maybe he was even doing them a favour, they were dying rather happy.

blog (not worksafe? eh)

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 01:04:58 GMT

Anyway I was on deviantART today and thinking of Maude Lebowski I typed in the word "vagina"

Interestingly enough, the first pic that came up was rather nice, but what you could see was NOT the vagina, but in fact the labia

I scrolled through the comments and it turns out that nobody pointed this out until a LOT later

Further research *cough* leads me to believe that people think that "vagina" is what is between women's legs and you usually see in porn shots

Those are the labia and clitoris, the vagina is inside, you won't see it unless it's a REALLY underground porn film or a medical documentary

I guess over the years vagina has become the sexual counterpart to penis in terms of words?

Yet in my eyes the female sexual organ is much more complex than the male, which mainly consists of the penis and the testicles. We have the vagina, the uterus, the ovaries and the fallopian tubes. (this without mentioning the "small" stuff)

What a great conversation piece LOL

blog

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 00:59:11 GMT

Yesterday I went to sleep over Karst's house, we watched the Big Lewobski and I drank all her soy milk and we had chinese food :)

Then we played pokemon until about 4 in the morning. When she turned off the light I had to use the loo, but I could only find her parent's bedroom one (they were not home)
after taking a piss I wanted to go back to her room and ran into a wall x___x ow

Me very tired at 4 am in the dark in an unknown house, I guess it had to happen

I checked this morning and I didn't bruise

blooooooog

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 04:36:35 GMT

this summer is an endless acid trip, but without the pretty colours 9____9

I like the fact that we are not getting as much heat, I like to sleep comfortable

Ever since I got my laptop I've become more and more addictied to the internetz oh noes

but eventually even I get bored of it, which is mad

discovering the awesomess of hellsing and creature feature :D :D

letsee what I can accomplished htis week 0___o

Fotofoto

Sat, 11 Jul 2009 23:24:59 GMT

Mas descripciones en deviantART ;)

Nightwish Concert Part2

Sat, 11 Jul 2009 23:09:22 GMT

And so a night of my life ends, after about three hours of staring at the fat guy next to me rocking on while protecting his midget girlfriend

IT WAS AWESOME :D :D :D

[23-10-07]

Nightwish Concert

Wed, 03 Jun 2009 23:39:03 GMT

Karst, remember this????

Convention pics 2009 (one)

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 22:48:10 GMT

We kick off this year's convention with SUPER TIMCAMPI!!!! TAH TAHH TAHH TAAAH!

A female Link
YAY KAKSHI! I still love youuuuu!
EEK! Link and Midna! Twilight Princess FTW!
Pichu and some Shadow Pokemon I don't know
STEIN HAKUSEN!!! MARRY ME!!!!!
There's Soul Eater at the convention this yeeear!! <3 <3 <3 <3 Stein, Death the Kid and the Thompson sisters!!
Hello Maka :)
Clown King Allen :D
Stein and Spirito-kun! Though there seems to be TWO Spiritos or it is a fake Stein is holding? Hmmmmm...
The D.Gray Man crew! happiness all around! <3
Pikachu and Charmander! Cute!!
Luigi and Browser! Oh man I wish I remembered his japanese name :p
Edward Elric, yayz!
LOLOL! Alladin! Did he get lost in the cave of wonders? XD
Stein vs. Death the Kid! Who will win?
My hubby Kanda!! :D :D

Roy Mustang as seen from the back...
This guy isn't really from an anime, but I'm too scared to point that out....
Samurai :3
Luffy-kun with two people I don't know
Shikamruuuu! Stop walking away plz!
Maka and Black Star! Whee!
Stange combination! Death the Kid, Near and some did from Kingdom Hearts!
Alucard needs a more insane smile, but very well done nevertheless :)
No idea where this did came from, but nice costume!
Transformed Uliqorria 0________0
Bleach people YAY!
69 dude! I always forget your name but I love you nevertheless! :)
Soul!!! Even her teeth are spiky!! 0__o
Justin Law and Maka! What does Justin have in his hand?
More Bleach people!
Is Grimmjow gonna have to choke a bitch?!
Jiraiya and Yuroichi!
Too bad this picture was taken from the back. See the guy in black is a ninja
She looks strangely familiar....
Hinata-chan :3
Stupid lighting :p cool bug costume!
Some military chick gets in the way of San. RIP HER FACE OFF, SAN!
San is doing deals with the Akatsuki...oh dear.

I'll upload more later :D

Random Pic Dumpage I

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 22:47:18 GMT

Again, the descripstions of these pics are in my deviantArt page, BECAUSE I AM LAZY!! XDD

the next few pics were taken with my cellphone, too small for devianART
I think I was looking at a deer...

eighth of july 2007
some church, I think in Montreal 12 of august of 2007
same day we go to the Tan-tan festival :D
people dancing like they're possesed

Menos Grande Cosplay

Fri, 29 May 2009 02:28:43 GMT

me making a fool of myself at the 2009 Masquerade 8D

look at that belt, no wonder I didn't win XDD

tons of fun, good times :3

Massive photography post (contx3)

Sat, 16 May 2009 21:18:15 GMT

the descriptions of these pics are in my deviantART page

OK I'm done....and that took only two hours, yay

Massive photography post (cont)

Sat, 16 May 2009 20:25:49 GMT

the descriptions of these pics are in my deviantART page

Massive photography post BECAUSE I CAN

Sat, 16 May 2009 19:56:43 GMT

the descriptions of these pics are in my deviantART page, because I'm a lazy ass I won't type them twice or even bother to copy & paste LOL

Image search yield for club activities

Wed, 13 May 2009 02:35:49 GMT

So I was looking for some appropiate stuff for the Japan Club T-shirts and came across this:

It's not exactly innapropiate, I actually find it quite artistic :o
See, most stuff from the Edo period shows Japanese girls in showy, flowy kimonos, yet this one is taking a bath.

Break from convention FTW!

non-fanfic story

Fri, 08 May 2009 02:57:18 GMT

when was the last time I posted here.....I HAVE NO IDEA

what's more, I don't care! :D

but maybe I'll post here often....depends....

anyway, I wrote this on a bout of inspiration some time ago, I may finish it

I may not :DD

This started as a Resident Evil 4 fanfiction, but now I'm making it into something more independent

Kiss me, Kill me, Love me

Silently he stalked through the forest, moving with as much care as his wounded leg would allow him, his senses focused on catching any sound or movement that was not his. His extreme care was not only due to avoiding running into them again, but he also needed to eat and replenish himself. He knew that he could hardly trust any crops or water reserves he found near farms and so far he had not seen one edible plant or berry. That only left meat.

He knew for a fact that only big animals had been infected on purpose, the smaller ones being to troublesome to raise en masse to make them a worthwhile threat. Still. He has to be careful, some might have become infected by accident.

As he stepped over a weather-abused oak, his peripheral vision caught some movement in the leaves to his left. Whipping out his gun, Leon did his best to turn around without putting too much weight in his leg.

He only had a fraction of a second to decide whether the presence was friendly, hostile or dinner. Thinking too much could lead to disaster, as the gaping wound in his leg proved. He looked.

What before had seemed like a dusty hillock he now saw to be a hare, besmirched only by the black on its paws and ears, as if each of its extremities had been recently dipped in Chinese ink. It looked curious as to whom was nearing its den.

Leon made his decision and fired. He did not know when an opportunity like this would appear again. Yet as he pulled the trigger, pain shot up his leg, as if it had been waiting until that moment to pounce on him. He winced and cringed, fighting not to double over. The bullet hit home, but not where he had intended.

The hare screamed and flew a small distance from where it had been standing, both from the force of the bullet and its own attempt to escape the unknown threat. Leon winced in pity for the animal, who clung tenaciously to life even though its chances of surviving without being able to run were slim. He had intended to make it so the hare was moved from one life to the next without knowing what happened, but the pain in his leg was overwhelming. He felt the guilt and despair grow in his chest as he picked up a rock to finish the grim deed. He had no choice, he could not afford to spare bullets and he did not know how many uninfected animals still roamed free.

~~~

Leon picked up the dead hare and wondered where it would be safe to make a fire. At the heart of the forest, he could make it anywhere and still be as safe or insecure as if he were on the fringe. They were not renowned for their great deduction skills, but he didn't know where the normals and the zealots were lurking. He would not be surprised if twenty of them from under his feet right now, the fact that it hadn't happened already only reinforced his paranoia of someone watching him. How else would he have gotten this far without outside help?

Having gathered enough dry-looking bark to make a small fire, he set to the task of skinning the now-silent hare. He recalled how it had screamed. It struck him that most animals screamed when they were dying or knew they were going to die. They screamed in fear of death. So did most people. They didn't scream at death. They yelled in pain or anger, but not in fear of death.

Because they were dead already. He didn't have proof to back up this statement, but he was sure of this. Once, while he was still in the city, Leon had been forced to kill man to save his own life. He had seen the man's eyes as the shock of violence registered in his brain. He had seen the man's eyes as understanding of death finality came over him and they slowly grew dim. No matter how hard he tried, Leon had not been able to look away. He just had not been able to extricate his knife from Marcus's windpipe, so he had remained close until the body had gone completely limp. For some reason at the exact moment their eyes met, he had lacked the strength to shove his comrade away.

Since then, he started to believe that living things had a soul, something that could not be replaced once it expired. Machines did not have “souls”. They stopped working, but could start again, exactly the same as before. They were the same, in a twisted way. He had killed enough to know there was no spark of life to watch go out of their eyes as they fell. Unlike normal beings, they passed from being a moving wall of flesh to an inert one.

The hare was now skinned in his hands, now also an empty container. It had held that flicker of life and struggled to keep it. Screamed when it had realized it couldn't.

Leon wondered if he, too, would scream at the end.

The reasons why one can't laugh from the heart

Hunger tore at his stomach even as he was downing the hare. Almost ferally he stripped the flesh from the fragile bones, ripping sinew and tendons from their joints. Too soon he was holding a fistful of bones and viscera. He sighed as he wiped his hands. Hunger drove people to do thing they wouldn't even imagine doing when their bellies were full. He had read somewhere that hunger-driven acts of desperation were among the most violent in the human or animal world. Leon poked the smouldering ashes were the fire had been.

When he was a teenager, he would have never numbered himself among the "jocks", but now that he looked back on it, he hadn't been as smart as he had thought he was at the time either. Young, full of hope and fantasies, spirits high and anxious like bird flying for the first time, being an elite fighter. Like a ninja, but with guns.

Now that he had grown, now that he fought, now that he had killed, it made him embarrassed that he had once thought the idea was cool. Five years training for the Enies Government had radically changed his perspective. At times he thought he was being a hypocrate with himself, changing his ideals on an apparent whim. But after much mental debating and philosophying, he concluded that he had matured.

After some comtemplative rest rest, he decided to set out again, though he didn't know where he'd go. He didn't know what he'd do, how long he'd last.....

No, don't give in. Disjointed thought coursed through his head, like vultures circling on carnage, aiming for a goal low in the ground. Focus on staying alive only, don't think ahead farther than six hours. Just stay alive.

He checked his wound. His pant leg was soaked in blood that was now drying and cracking like a scar on a second skin, but the cut itself didn't look so bad. He had done a good tourniquette considering the circumstances, so he hadn't lost life-threatening amounts of blood. Now he had had to be careful of keeping it clean at all costs, a blood infection would mean sure death.

Walking as carefully as before, he continued his way down the bush, the edges of his vision no longer hazing over like a half-forgotten dream. That hare had done him good.

Color of faint... the night begins and people start to awe.

Pain.

Breathing.

Hurts.

Why?

She could not have opened her eyes even if she had wanted too. Her limbs were to heavy, as if each weighed more than those massive rocks near the temples.

What are they called?

After some time she realized her fingers were twitching. She didn't know how she knew this, her eyes were still closed.

A funny name. I read it in a comic once.

Slowly her fingers stopped moving. Maybe she'd done that. She wasn't sure.

They were used for religious purposes even in ancient times.

Conciousness was creeping into her body, looking for crevices to invade like a pest-ridden rat. The pain was still there, but she knew it was downplayed by her own brain.
Now she was afraid to open her eyes. She'd heard about this. Limbs missing, body ripped open. Who knows what she might see? She'd rather not know.

Breath in. Breath out.

At least her lungs were working properly. Maybe she should test each limb before opening her eyes so it wouldn't be as big of a shock.

Breath in. Breath out.

Forget it, she'd rather die of shock than from suspense.

Breath in. Breath out.

She opened her eyes.

Menhirs, the stones are called Menhirs.

Self-introductory comic

Mon, 16 Mar 2009 02:39:36 GMT

Convention 2009 part 2

Mon, 23 Feb 2009 03:12:30 GMT

Me playing Anime Squares (and losing :p)
Shot of Digimon :)
Mokona with lollipop :3
Kro-chan, whom I glomped (without permission :p)
Pokemons :3
Me and Ryuk (look at the apple!)
Whats-his-face from Kingdom Hearts

THE END

Convention pics 2009 part 1

Mon, 23 Feb 2009 02:54:23 GMT

Me a Hunny sensei.
Mokona costume CIA wants to copy
Me and Temari
Kenpachi taking pictures of the people playing Anime Squares
Ronoroa Zoro participating in Anime Squares
Digmon girl playing Anime Squares
Kid cosplayers, the world needs more of those!
KYYYYUUUUTEEEE! <3
CIA took this picture of the twins ^_^

(for some reason I 'm having problems with LJ, so I'll make it a short post)

blogg?

Thu, 12 Feb 2009 20:02:33 GMT

eh not much happened today, except I realized that compared to everyone else's in the room, my project sucked. I seriously do not know how I'm such friends with davoun when EVERYTHING she does is ten times better than mine. And I'm also surprised that she doesn't my skin turns green with jealousy whenever I look over her shoulder.

Karst said I looked or sounded like was on drugs today, which means she either read yesterday's entry or we just had a weird coincidence (are you reading this Karst? still your friend if YOU are)

must plan club acitivites and convention stuff BETTER, time is running out >_>;

ah today there was an article on cracked saying how single people are desipised for not popping out brats for society to mess with

I'm guessing the article is reffering to single as in "no boyfriend/girlfriend" because my aunt is still legally single, but she has man and kid :p

shoo...I was feeling like doing one of those scar-tattoos in my arm just for shock value, but then people freaking out about me killing myself is too troublesome an issue, why don't people understand that self-mutilation is a form of art, not a suicide wish

besides doing it myself is WAY chaper than getting a tattoo, I'm saving at least $50 up front

came up with stuff I could put in my arm while on spare time

Oneiros
Hades
Lucifer (not the devil, but Morningstar)
Morpheus
Phobetor
Phantasos
Duma
intempesta nox
nox noctis
dormito
quies
child prey
praeoccupor morte
parvulus praeda
Persephonia

most are in Latin because it's an awesome language in of itself
also writing them in english would be DUMB since I don't like it, the pronunciation messes me up EVERY time
and spanish is a language for wild and hot passions (ie. not me)
german is too, military? must research
japanese COULD be cool, but then only a handful of people would understand
plus I run a risk trying to write kanji

I've decided it should be on my left arm

I wonder if Mia would pay for the tattoo if it was my birthday?

le gasp, blog entry

Thu, 12 Feb 2009 02:36:53 GMT

it's been over a year I've done anything similar to blog entry >_>

well it MIGHT be becuase my two best friends davoun and karst suddenly left me for something called FECESBOOK, which I absolutely hate, ~~it lacks porn~~

also, it may be my over-paranoid imagination playing tricks on me, but I get the sense that they're both trying to make me feel like a loser since last june (2008), except when they are in a good mood

my true friend remains my unfaithful Jennifer, to whom I got married last November :D, sorry no wedding pics available

since september I feel like I've been on drugs, I've got zero concentation and bags under my eyes and I zone out a LOT, but I have no nice acid trips to speak of u_u

my performance at work is slipping DANGEROUSLY :l

on the plus side, around december I discovered Anime OTK and was able to er...."feed" my fetish ever since :D

I plan to end that story "Shihaiken no Maebure" SOMEDAY.....or at least post a chapter....

more menos grande pics

Wed, 07 Jan 2009 23:08:58 GMT

because google doesn't have this immediatelly, and I'm too lazy to look for them every time I need a refrence