shade
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Stranger Things Have Happened--To Me
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Aug 4 11:50 UTC 1995 |
Stranger Things Have Happened--To Me
A man who i vaguely recognized stepped out of a shadow in my
basement. I wastched him for a second, then went back to
trying to sleep, it wasn't the first time this had happened,
and recently it had been happening much more.
Men were the least terrifying of things that could possibly
step randomly out of the shadows down there and i had seen worse
how can a mere man in his mere form compare with skeletons
dressed in full combat gear, floating mists in vaguely human
shape that make you shiver as they pass through you or when
they look at you...
I was willing to ignore him. I turned over and tried to leep
again. He was watching me, but I could accept that as well. What
else was there to do down here? I certainly wouldn't have him
go upstairs and watch my family as they burned in the heat of
the sun in this 100 degree weather. He was something for the dark
and let him stay there.
Afterall shadow people didn't fare too well during the day. Neither
did I. But ghosts did very well on sunny days. They dressed up
in bright colors and walked around outside in groups and parks
mostly. Depending on who they were the ghost of.
Well I was almost asleep when he tapped me on the shoulder.
THIS was concerning. It wasn't the first time on of them had touched me
but usually on the malicious ones ever came into physcial contact
and they always did so mindlessly, immediately. (the skeletons
often attacked, directed by a cartoon stranger with a white
--and i mean WHITE--face.) But after he tapped me he didn't do anything
there was silence behind me.
My heart was pounding. Should I turn over? Every time before there was
pain associated with touching. When they could touch they were not
harmless. But then...my facing the other way would hardly prevent him
or them or whatever lurked there from hurting me
I rolled over. The strange man was sitting on my bed now, looking
down at me. He smiled a closed-lip smile at me, and ran a hand over
the smelly, damp grey quilt i was swaddled in.
I didn't even feign surprise. That's something I only do with
mortal who i know are there and then just after it's registered I
scream because, perhaps they expect it of me. Perhaps I enjoy
screaming. But not at him.
He had dark hair, and was wearing it in a loose pony tail at the
base of his neck. His skin was pale in the light slipping in from
missing panels in the ceiling; but I would have known anyway. It
glowed marvelous white.
Now I knew why he seemed to have a vague place in my mind before.
I had seen him before. In a very different place under different
circumstances, not two weeks before. I smiled at him.
When i'd first seen him he ooked interesting, though i was
repeatedly told by the only other person as of yet who could see
him that he was dangerous and cruel.
"I know about you," he said suddenly. His voice was not musical
or booming, but it had a strong confidence to it.
"You know about me?" I echoed for lack of anything better to say.
I looked into his eyes, which seemed huge and yet slightly colorless
He watched me.
Then he laughed. "You're almost as pale as me," said. Then there was
a pause. He ran his hand over arm and I shivered it was cold and made
my skin warm and vibrant at the same time. "Do Yyou remember me?"
"What are you doing here?" I asked him. I knew who he was and where
he belonged and it wasn't here/ Why did he talk to me, and see me
when the person who most wanted his attention was left in a bitter
silence?
"What do you mean--"
It was well he made that statement that I realized I was getting angry.
And that startled me. I hadn't realized I cared so much.
"I mean you won't to talk to him for months and months yet you come
out to me and I only saw you once before!" I said. It was true. All
of it.
The stranger, who was a vampyre if i remembered corrrectly sighed
and sat deeper into my matress. "I came here to talk about him,"
he said.
My eyes narrowed now. "What do we have to say about him?"
"I know you better than you know yourself. Give him 2 years.
2 years at the very most."
"What do you mean, give him?" I asked. I didn't control my
freinds life. But this bastard vampyre might very well.
"You know what I mean," he said. "In your head, childe."
"Don't call me that!" I shreiked. It rubbed me the wrong way
to here this vampyre call me that. I let the very friend in
question call me that, though lately he had refrained, and it hardly
bothered me, in fact i found it quite charming. But on this vampyre, HIS
vampyre, I found it annoying. And then vampyre knew this too. He looked at me,
laughing, and said, "You let him call you that.""
Well..." I looked for a reason but found none. There was no reason.
"Just don't call me that."
"Fine. But if you would argue less about these simple things I
would leave faster. You and I and perhaps a few others know what
happens inside your head. And so now I am relieving you of duty."
I was puzzled. I gave him a puzzled look. ANd they said I was
not a logical person. hah! "Duty?"
"Don'
"Don't worry about him anymore. 2 years at the most. Worry about
yourself, madam. Your troubles should be o far more concern to you
than they are."
"Excuse me!" I said, forgetting he was a vampyre, and I was not.
"But I rather like the way I have my life worked out at the moment.
And if you have a bloody problem with me worrying about...about
people I want to worry about you can take it and shove it up
your--"
"Enough. You've made your point, useless though it may be. Love
won't set you free, this time. 2 years. Don'
t tell him I told you."
He winked at me and said the end like a joke, but a bitter serious
joke, and then with one last stroke against my arm he disappeared.
--->
Well I couldn't tell you straight out and I think it
was a dream anyway, but that's essentially what happened. He
said some more in the dream I really can't say cause it
was just a dream and it embarasses me, and I can't tell you
so I dfidn't tell you I just wrote a little fictional piece
about my experiences seeing weird things, right?
right.
<shade closes the book on that chapter of her life, and gets ready
to get killed by a very angry vampyre for doing what he told her
not to>
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