Post by + RJ on Mar 5, 2009 15:04:40 GMT -7
So, it's a story I'm writing. And for those of you who read it I updated so read it again! >XD
Victor realized that he was laughing for the first time in months. When he was with Michelle he felt the weight of his depression lift off and evaporate. She was young, light-spirited, and adventurous and it seemed to rub off on the people around her. She was so easy to talk to. As they rode together in the car, he made a left turn down the long main street that lead to their destination. It was the first time in a long while that both Victor and Michelle had the time to go on a serious date. Once he parked, Victor walked around the back of his car and opened the door for her. Nothing wrong with a little old-fashioned chivalry. As she stepped out he took note of her figure. She was lean, but not too thin and had a nice set of curves. Michelle was nineteen and her wardrobe was a fine display of her youth. Her baggy black jeans nearly covered her shoes and her band tee shirt fit snugly against her body. Victor himself was dressed rather casually, wearing a layered shirt with a pair of blue jeans.
“Shall we?” He said, feigning a British accent and they both laughed for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. He took her arm in arm and they walked up to the door of the restaurant in a royal manner. The summer air felt warm against his face as they pulled the door open, and a blast of AC hit him in the face. He didn’t like the cold, he was too used to it being there constantly. Victor’s skin was never warm unless touched by some outside force. When they got to the waitress at the counter, he said, “Table for two please.” The waitress who was eyeing them with a combination of slight amusement and disturbance, lead them to a booth at the far end of the room. Victor noticed that the place was far nicer than he had remembered it, but then again he hadn’t been here for a few years. Since then the place had switched owners and apparently been fixed up a lot. As they took their seats the waitress set down two menus in front of them.
Michelle took hers, and started looking through the vegetarian entrees. Ironic, he thought, that he should be dating a vegetarian. Someone who the though of killing animals sickened them. Not so long ago, it would have bothered Victor as well; he used to be a vegetarian but circumstances had called for a change of lifestyle. Victor didn’t touch his menu other than to slide it to the edge of the table so the waitress could take it when she came back to take Michelle’s order. “Which do you think is better,” she asked, “salad or one of the soups of the day?”
“I’ve never been much for either, myself, but the soup sounds more appetizing than eating a few leaves. No offense to the salad-lovers.” He said. When the waitress came back, she took Michelle’s order first. Finally, a waitress who knew that the ladies were supposed to order before the men. The service here had improved as well. She turned to Victor, holding the pen above her clipboard.
“And for you, sir?”
“Just an appetizer of breadsticks,” He said. Food no longer held any attraction for him, but it was bearable. He only ate in public, as to blend in more easily with everyone else. Victor had a hefty supply of cash, so he never really worried about spending money on extra meals that he would never finish.
“Would you like a drink?” She seemed eager to be of service somehow.
“Ah, no thank you. I don’t drink,” Said Victor. He smiled slightly, privately amused at the statement. Michelle wondered what he found funny but didn’t bother asking. It might sound like an odd question. “So, what’s on your mind?” he asked.
“Ah, plenty of things I have to get done. Tomorrow, the next day. I guess you could say I’m trying to practice ‘be here now’ and it’s somewhat failing.”
“That’s just how life is to me. Like a book- suicide being when you put down the book and stop reading it. And then you forget it was there.” Victor thought about it for a second. They had gotten into another of their deep philosophical discussions. He wasn’t entirely dead, obviously, so perhaps he had a different perspective on things. She seemed to see no continuation of life after death.
“But suppose you don’t forget the book is there. Suppose you pick it up and start reading it again, just the same. Sure it’ll have a little dust on its cover but it’s the same book.” Said Victor.
Michelle shrugged. “Anything is possible, I guess. You can never really know until you get there can you? And it all starts with your core beliefs. Whatever got wired into your brain and makes you tick, or makes you think there is or isn’t a god.”
“Then again there’s the possibility that life continues on without God.” He gave a smirk, clearly felt wise for making this statement. Victor folded his arms across his chest.
“Just like the living dead in horror movies. They come back to life but there’s definitely nothing godly there…” He said. Victor raised his eyebrows. He would know.
“Like you said, in horror movies.” She laughed. “If we’re being realistic- which any philosophical conversation should be directed towards creating realistic theories- then I’m counting that one out.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t believe in the living dead?!!” He said, pretending to be horrified and offended at the same time. “You could really hurt a vampire’s feelings by saying something like that!” Victor kept his face straight.
She leaned over and whispered, “I doubt there’s any vampires here to be offended.”
“Why Michelle!” Victor declared, “Don’t you know there’s one sitting right in front of you? And this vampire is horribly offended.” He was having a hard time not laughing at this point. The irony of it all was too much- and it pushed him over the edge. Victor smiled slightly, then broke down laughing. Michelle was laughing too at this point, and they were getting rather loud in the restaurant. She hushed him, but it was in vain. Neither of them could be stoic at this point. The waitress approached the table.
“Are you finished with your meal?” She asked rather pointedly.
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Jack had to admit he was slightly surprised at Victor tonight. He had always taken him to be the sort of guy that was always enjoying his luxury. It wasn’t an admirable quality in Jack’s mind. Though come to think of it, Jack didn’t really find that he was impressed by anyone. Humans were all too simple-minded and predictable, and Victor was the only other vampire he knew; and he strutted around like a stuck-up, wealthy human. Jack had never even seen him go after a human and was beginning to think he was never going to, until tonight. What a fine display of acting Victor had achieved. Truly an entertaining way to go about killing this young human female: take her out for a nice dinner and make sure her blood is nice and warm for when you drink it. Jack had to say, however, it wasn’t nearly as creative a method as his own. He was a master killer, and always loved playing with the minds of humans. He used them as amusement when he was bored and had nothing better to do; otherwise he just killed them anyway because he felt like it.
Jack heard the sound of footsteps behind him, long before Ian was even across the street. It was a quiet night downtown. Tuesday, and nobody wanted to be here after they went home from work hours before. He stayed leaned against the fence pretending not to notice that Ian was coming. Ian was one of the long-timers in the newest gang Jack had become a part of. He had been in many gangs before, but eventually he became tired of the humans’ idiocy and killed them all. Eventually he might end up doing the same to this one, but for now he just used the gang as something to do, something to kill time. Besides, they killed people off and on so it didn’t strike as odd to any of the gang members when Jack went after someone. He pulled out a cigarette while he heard Ian crossing the parking lot; it was a leftover human habbit, though he never got any real kick out of it. Mostly Jack liked the way the smoke rose into the air and he could watch it burn. He liked watching things burn. Not to mention the fact that now, Jack didn’t have to concern himself with the chances of getting lung cancer.
Ian was about to startle Jack when Jack turned around to face him and said, “Did you really think you could sneak up on me, Ian?” He laughed softly. Ian always seemed a little on edge around him, and this was clearly making him slightly nervous.
“Well, I had to try,” Said Ian.
“Try try again. It amuses me so.”
Ian cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Have you seen Rob lately? I mean, I know he likes to disappear at times without notice but he’s been gone for nearly a week and a half now. It’s a bit longer than usual.”
Jack’s mind jumped to the human he had nearly killed a while back. He had drained him, planning to come back for more, but then decided better of it. A person’s blood could only taste sweet for so long- then the taste got stale and rusty. Not the most pleasant flavor. He had no idea where he had gone off to now, whether he had run or they locked him up somewhere for sounding crazy. Telling tales of vampires in the night to the authorities, or something of the like. Jack laughed internally at the thought. “No, I haven’t seen him either. Have you asked the rest of the guys? Maybe he finally got himself locked up for this one,” he mused.
“Nobody else has heard from him,” said Ian. “And Rob never gets caught. Besides, if they knew about him they’d probably be questioning us by now.” Jack knew it was true, though they wouldn’t be questioning him, so he wouldn’t know about it. Jack made sure that he wasn’t seen with the gang in public, just the other guys alone, maybe a couple of them at once.
“It makes sense. Still you never know.” You never know what really could’ve happened to him, thought Jack.
Victor realized that he was laughing for the first time in months. When he was with Michelle he felt the weight of his depression lift off and evaporate. She was young, light-spirited, and adventurous and it seemed to rub off on the people around her. She was so easy to talk to. As they rode together in the car, he made a left turn down the long main street that lead to their destination. It was the first time in a long while that both Victor and Michelle had the time to go on a serious date. Once he parked, Victor walked around the back of his car and opened the door for her. Nothing wrong with a little old-fashioned chivalry. As she stepped out he took note of her figure. She was lean, but not too thin and had a nice set of curves. Michelle was nineteen and her wardrobe was a fine display of her youth. Her baggy black jeans nearly covered her shoes and her band tee shirt fit snugly against her body. Victor himself was dressed rather casually, wearing a layered shirt with a pair of blue jeans.
“Shall we?” He said, feigning a British accent and they both laughed for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. He took her arm in arm and they walked up to the door of the restaurant in a royal manner. The summer air felt warm against his face as they pulled the door open, and a blast of AC hit him in the face. He didn’t like the cold, he was too used to it being there constantly. Victor’s skin was never warm unless touched by some outside force. When they got to the waitress at the counter, he said, “Table for two please.” The waitress who was eyeing them with a combination of slight amusement and disturbance, lead them to a booth at the far end of the room. Victor noticed that the place was far nicer than he had remembered it, but then again he hadn’t been here for a few years. Since then the place had switched owners and apparently been fixed up a lot. As they took their seats the waitress set down two menus in front of them.
Michelle took hers, and started looking through the vegetarian entrees. Ironic, he thought, that he should be dating a vegetarian. Someone who the though of killing animals sickened them. Not so long ago, it would have bothered Victor as well; he used to be a vegetarian but circumstances had called for a change of lifestyle. Victor didn’t touch his menu other than to slide it to the edge of the table so the waitress could take it when she came back to take Michelle’s order. “Which do you think is better,” she asked, “salad or one of the soups of the day?”
“I’ve never been much for either, myself, but the soup sounds more appetizing than eating a few leaves. No offense to the salad-lovers.” He said. When the waitress came back, she took Michelle’s order first. Finally, a waitress who knew that the ladies were supposed to order before the men. The service here had improved as well. She turned to Victor, holding the pen above her clipboard.
“And for you, sir?”
“Just an appetizer of breadsticks,” He said. Food no longer held any attraction for him, but it was bearable. He only ate in public, as to blend in more easily with everyone else. Victor had a hefty supply of cash, so he never really worried about spending money on extra meals that he would never finish.
“Would you like a drink?” She seemed eager to be of service somehow.
“Ah, no thank you. I don’t drink,” Said Victor. He smiled slightly, privately amused at the statement. Michelle wondered what he found funny but didn’t bother asking. It might sound like an odd question. “So, what’s on your mind?” he asked.
“Ah, plenty of things I have to get done. Tomorrow, the next day. I guess you could say I’m trying to practice ‘be here now’ and it’s somewhat failing.”
“That’s just how life is to me. Like a book- suicide being when you put down the book and stop reading it. And then you forget it was there.” Victor thought about it for a second. They had gotten into another of their deep philosophical discussions. He wasn’t entirely dead, obviously, so perhaps he had a different perspective on things. She seemed to see no continuation of life after death.
“But suppose you don’t forget the book is there. Suppose you pick it up and start reading it again, just the same. Sure it’ll have a little dust on its cover but it’s the same book.” Said Victor.
Michelle shrugged. “Anything is possible, I guess. You can never really know until you get there can you? And it all starts with your core beliefs. Whatever got wired into your brain and makes you tick, or makes you think there is or isn’t a god.”
“Then again there’s the possibility that life continues on without God.” He gave a smirk, clearly felt wise for making this statement. Victor folded his arms across his chest.
“Just like the living dead in horror movies. They come back to life but there’s definitely nothing godly there…” He said. Victor raised his eyebrows. He would know.
“Like you said, in horror movies.” She laughed. “If we’re being realistic- which any philosophical conversation should be directed towards creating realistic theories- then I’m counting that one out.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t believe in the living dead?!!” He said, pretending to be horrified and offended at the same time. “You could really hurt a vampire’s feelings by saying something like that!” Victor kept his face straight.
She leaned over and whispered, “I doubt there’s any vampires here to be offended.”
“Why Michelle!” Victor declared, “Don’t you know there’s one sitting right in front of you? And this vampire is horribly offended.” He was having a hard time not laughing at this point. The irony of it all was too much- and it pushed him over the edge. Victor smiled slightly, then broke down laughing. Michelle was laughing too at this point, and they were getting rather loud in the restaurant. She hushed him, but it was in vain. Neither of them could be stoic at this point. The waitress approached the table.
“Are you finished with your meal?” She asked rather pointedly.
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Jack had to admit he was slightly surprised at Victor tonight. He had always taken him to be the sort of guy that was always enjoying his luxury. It wasn’t an admirable quality in Jack’s mind. Though come to think of it, Jack didn’t really find that he was impressed by anyone. Humans were all too simple-minded and predictable, and Victor was the only other vampire he knew; and he strutted around like a stuck-up, wealthy human. Jack had never even seen him go after a human and was beginning to think he was never going to, until tonight. What a fine display of acting Victor had achieved. Truly an entertaining way to go about killing this young human female: take her out for a nice dinner and make sure her blood is nice and warm for when you drink it. Jack had to say, however, it wasn’t nearly as creative a method as his own. He was a master killer, and always loved playing with the minds of humans. He used them as amusement when he was bored and had nothing better to do; otherwise he just killed them anyway because he felt like it.
Jack heard the sound of footsteps behind him, long before Ian was even across the street. It was a quiet night downtown. Tuesday, and nobody wanted to be here after they went home from work hours before. He stayed leaned against the fence pretending not to notice that Ian was coming. Ian was one of the long-timers in the newest gang Jack had become a part of. He had been in many gangs before, but eventually he became tired of the humans’ idiocy and killed them all. Eventually he might end up doing the same to this one, but for now he just used the gang as something to do, something to kill time. Besides, they killed people off and on so it didn’t strike as odd to any of the gang members when Jack went after someone. He pulled out a cigarette while he heard Ian crossing the parking lot; it was a leftover human habbit, though he never got any real kick out of it. Mostly Jack liked the way the smoke rose into the air and he could watch it burn. He liked watching things burn. Not to mention the fact that now, Jack didn’t have to concern himself with the chances of getting lung cancer.
Ian was about to startle Jack when Jack turned around to face him and said, “Did you really think you could sneak up on me, Ian?” He laughed softly. Ian always seemed a little on edge around him, and this was clearly making him slightly nervous.
“Well, I had to try,” Said Ian.
“Try try again. It amuses me so.”
Ian cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Have you seen Rob lately? I mean, I know he likes to disappear at times without notice but he’s been gone for nearly a week and a half now. It’s a bit longer than usual.”
Jack’s mind jumped to the human he had nearly killed a while back. He had drained him, planning to come back for more, but then decided better of it. A person’s blood could only taste sweet for so long- then the taste got stale and rusty. Not the most pleasant flavor. He had no idea where he had gone off to now, whether he had run or they locked him up somewhere for sounding crazy. Telling tales of vampires in the night to the authorities, or something of the like. Jack laughed internally at the thought. “No, I haven’t seen him either. Have you asked the rest of the guys? Maybe he finally got himself locked up for this one,” he mused.
“Nobody else has heard from him,” said Ian. “And Rob never gets caught. Besides, if they knew about him they’d probably be questioning us by now.” Jack knew it was true, though they wouldn’t be questioning him, so he wouldn’t know about it. Jack made sure that he wasn’t seen with the gang in public, just the other guys alone, maybe a couple of them at once.
“It makes sense. Still you never know.” You never know what really could’ve happened to him, thought Jack.