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I know I have a poetry thread, but I thought I'd post a few of my short stories here.

I wrote this out in my journal, so I'm just going to copy and paste. In case you're just joining in, I write novels and stuff about a vampire named Jesse. He's not real. (Or is he? Dum, dum, dum.) Anyway... Jesse's journal is more poetic than my actual novels, and it deals with Jesse losing his humanity basically. It's really rather depressing.

This started off as the beginning to a longer story, but as I got a few paragraphs into the next part, I realized that it worked better as a short vignette. That, and I didn't like how utterly cliche this part was.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
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Smile


I don’t know what I was thinking when I agreed to go to the nightclub with Nikolas. Nik and I aren’t what you consider close friends. And yet, the next night, I found myself leaning into a chair watching the world move in motion to the pulsing music… Repetitive. Swing your hair, close your eyes, make a ridiculous motion with your hands.

“Beautiful,” Nik muttered.

It was the summer of 1999. The beginning of the future, the newspapers announced while saying nothing of significance. Every decade was the beginning, and I’d already seen it all. The year 2000 was just another number. Time had no effect in my eyes, so I continued this pointless game of mine. Pretend to be one of them, allow them to press their soft red lips against mine and drag their hands over my chest.

I hate it when they touch me.

Then move to the motion of the music while taking their life away.

Repetitive dance.

When they touch me, I’m reminded of our difference. I can only feel hollow, and them-- the breathing spirited teenagers that want nothing more than to revel in their youth…

They’re on the verge of extinction, all of them. I can’t help but smile as they fall like flies. My pointed canines gleam in the moonlight.

These two girls grin at me. One winds her finger around her necklace like its my hair. I give them a nod of acknowledgement, and their smiles widen. Who’s that blonde guy? One whispers to the other.

Think he’s single?

They’d be better if they left me alone. I focus on something else. This guy’s vomiting in the corner, and no one notices over the music. He’s been pumped full of some drug.

The world has shifted again, into this world of laughter and sex, violence and dancing. Sometimes, I can predict the change. Other times-- like this-- I close my eyes and awaken to this universe of wild youth. It’s disconcerting to be oblivious, and I suddenly felt alien to this wonderfully lively place.

“Look at them all, Jesse,” Nik whispers, holding up his glass elegantly. “Would you have ever thought it would be like this?” There was a sparkle of sheer excitement in his eyes at the prospect. He watches the neon lights flash over his menu’s faces. In the odd light, his pale skin glows unnaturally, and he deceivingly looked like a heavenly being. I briefly wondered if that was the illusion I was giving off as well.

The red wine that had once gleamed so exquisitely now dulls as Nik sits it on the table untouched.

It seems deeper than red all of a sudden… Maybe a dark blue, almost black. The liquid ripples to the beat the speakers are producing, and it reminds me of blood. In a moment of delusion, I see it tip over and splash over me like colored rain, warm and thick. It touches my lips, and I feel intoxicated by the taste. Then the fear dies down and I realize that blood is just a liquid. And it’s mine. It’s meant for me.

Nikolas leans over the table and asks softly, “Are you okay? You’ve hardly said a word all night.”

“I’m fine.”

“You said you’d put our differences behind us tonight.”

“I’m not thinking about you at all, Nikolas.”

He frowns and relaxes back in his chair, arms crossed. Angry. Idiotic egotistical vampire.

I wish those girls would either stop staring or come tell me what’s on their minds. Though I do bite and they do seem absolutely dull (Dim-witted eyes and a mind only for sex. Originality is lacking here.), it would be nice if they’d talk to me. And I’m hungry.

Nik sips the wine and frowns. “I like this song,” he comments.

I close my eyes. The music washes over me, and I realize I don’t like this song.

Crystal reflections dance
Inside the painted glass.
I’ve seen you here before.
Same expression,
Same depression.

When I returned to reality, one of the girls is leaned over to look me in the eye. Nik is laughing.

“Hello,” she says. “Would you care to dance with me?”

I give her my hand as a yes, and we move onto the floor. She’s wearing low-cut black jeans and a plain violet sleeveless shirt. Her hair’s a dark brown, with a single streak of red running through it. I absently noted her outfit clashed with her wild hair color.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” she says. Her sentences are hollow just like her head.

“I don’t come here often.”

“You’re a nice dancer.”

“Thank you.”

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I knew this was going to happen. I knew she was going to die.
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Sometimes as you’re falling, you reach for your best friend’s hand. There’s that moment of horror before you hit the ground as you realize that friend took a step back just to keep from touching you. Losing your grip on humanity is just like that.

I think I finally understand what it’s like to be dead.

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Thanks so much, Antonia! biggrin I'm glad you liked it.

I decided to post another short story... This time, from Andramae's Point of View. I debated a lot on whether or not I should post this part. I think it ties in pretty heavily with my novel, but quite a few people said they could understand it.

This is actually a part that takes place in my main novel, from a different point of view. It is the only time I have ever written from Andramae's perspective, and I don't plan on ever writing another piece from her view point. Many people asked for her motivations, and that is the only reason I wrote this.

Background info you need to know: In this part, the vampire Andramae kidnaps Fiona, so that she may wreak destruction. Andramae was turned into a vampire on her 14th birthday... And she is crazy. Very crazy. She became obsessed with a man named Michael, then decided one day to murder him.

Andramae's the type that would confess her undying love for you, mean it from the bottom of her heart, then kill you, because she thinks you'd look pretty dead. As I said, she's insane.

So here you go! I do hope you make sense of this!


THE DESTROYER
I can't help it. I've always been like this.

When I was seven, a small, grey kitten was found on my doorstep. The local children had nearly killed it. I held the little thing in my hands as it rolled its head from side to side. Then, on one of those whims I've followed all my life or un-life, I snapped its neck. And I was dedicated to it from that moment on.

If you look carefully enough, you can see a soul leave the body. It's in the eyes and the aura. One moment, its warm and hopeful, and then there's nothing except the bitter cold. All living things have souls, and the parting of the breath is a creature's most beautiful moment.

I saw destruction like the shattering of the skies.

People wish on falling stars, and I made a wish in the parting of a kitten's soul. I wanted to weave lives through my fingers like a tapestry and dance in ashes. I wanted to see the end of the world, that second that took humanity's life. And as the fires of the world's end flame to life in my eyes, my dying breath would be an echoing laugh.

I was turned into a vampire by my brother's friend. Then I killed him-- My brother and his friend. I'm immortal, and that gives me the hope that I'll one day see the Apocalypse. People smile at me, and I kiss their lips. They're warm, all of them, and I'm as cold as falling snow. I love them and I love to touch them. They all love me. In the climax of our passion, I'll tear their throats out and bathe in their blood. Forever yours, my dear. Dancing. Spinning. Touching. Dying. Forever yours.

"Andramae," Fiona pleaded to me. Her eyes were full of the shards of the sky.
Andramae. Andra may not.

I fell on the floor before her, crossing my legs in an Indian-style. "You're really lovely. Have I ever told you that? I'm very lucky to be your killer." I could hear her heartbeat like the buzzing of bees in my head. "You're oh, so pretty. Can I kiss you before I kill you?"

There were no tears in her eyes, but her fear was obvious. It was pitiful and pathetic. "This isn't you, Andramae."

It's not? Perhaps I was mistaken then.

"Please don't do this."

I'm sorry. I don't understand why I should stop my mission. This downward spiral is worth your life. Art is much more valuable than anything in the universe. Don't you see that? Don't worry; Just admire the way your bones snap and the world alights from your sacrifice. You'll see. You'll be in awe in your afterlife. Right now, your heart is singing, ringing, chanting, ranting. Let the cacophony rise to the heavens!

"I love you," I admitted suddenly. "I really think I do. Isn't that nice? Does he love you? Maybe I don't know what love is. I was certainly mistaken with Michael."

I met Destruction once.He called himself by the name of an angel, but there was no soul in his eyes. I knew that if I killed him, there would be no change. He was already dead. The perfect killer. Michael, my Destroyer.

I dedicated my life to him. I fell on my knees and sacrificed creatures to him. Beginning with birds, which he paid no mind to, then dogs, then horses, then humans. And he merely raised an eyebrow at me as I told him this, but he said nothing.

When he killed, it was like an art. And I always tasted death on his lips.
Forever, My Destroyer.

And when I found out he was lying to me; When I found out he had a heart after all, I silenced him for good. I drove a shard of ice through his heart, hoping it would finally turn him as cold as he pretended to be. Only then did I see him die, and there was no change in his eyes. He was a good liar like that.

After Michael was gone, a shroud lifted from my eyes. I was the Destroyer now. The throne had been past down. I would carve a path of corpses and sway through the valleys of blood and bring about the Apocalypse.

I'm like snow,and I'm like Fire.

So when she looked at me with blood running into her eyes and asked me why, it gave me only a momentary pause.

I grinned at her as I thought of all the reasons why. And holding onto that delight, those last few moments of the world's existence, I answered, "I can't help it. I've always been like this."

Then picking her up from the floor and turning to the cathedral door, I prepared myself for my final performance.


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So there you go! The text in light blue was originally white, because I wanted it to be like fire and snow. I do hope it made sense.

A very interesting style you use there. I really enjoyed reading those. I agree with Antonia that your vampire character is a good contrast to whats normally seen.

Nicely done!