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When I First Met YouWhen I First Met You
“We're probably gonna die here.”
I glance at her, the amazing little ball of sunshine, with a look that could peel paint off the wall, if there's any left on the charred remains of the buildings we're hiding between. The entire city was firebombed three days ago; that was the last we've seen of anything human besides each other.
“You know, you don't have to be so damn negative about it,” I answer back bitterly, tearing my eyes away from her unapologetic, expressionless face. She's always like that. Stone cold, unfeeling. I don't blame her, though. It's probably the only way she can get by. The only way either of us can.
I have these scary moments where I think about what's going on, really think about it. Everything I owned, everyone I loved, just gone. Wiped completely out. I know this for a fact because everything I cared about was located within a 5-block radius of my apartment: my parents, my friends, the hospital where I worked.
As soon as she saw his body, broken and crumpled lying limp on the floor, she stopped short, unable to move. A shuddering gasp wracked her lungs, and suddenly she found herself dashing forward and sliding along the ground. All around her the building was steadily collapsing; an iron beam collided with the ground just as she reached his body.
It was worse than she'd thought. His eyes were barely open, the slit of green flickering in and out as he blinked wearily. Severe trauma to his neck and chest left pools of dark crimson on the floor, seeping into the fabric of her pants.
She cradled his face in her hands. "I love you," she said, voice steady despite the tears dripping from her face. "Corinth, I love you."
His eyes blinkedonce, twiceand his lips cracked into a pained grin. "What?" he asked, the word nothing but a strained whisper. Blood colored the inside of his mouth and trickled from his chin.
"I just figured I'd say it first instead of trying to say all t
"Sex," he moaned, slumping down to the concrete and leaning against the foot high barrier that separated him from the pavement 40 stories below, "I need sex."
Beside him, Mira paused in adjusting her sniper rifle to deliver a quality stare. "You haven't slept for two days straight," she said, "and in those two days, you've eaten enough food to sustain a small third world country."
Corinth looked up at her. "Yeah?"
"And you need sex."
She gave a snort of disgust. "You don't need sex, you need a brain transplant," she stated.
Corinth laughed. "Sex, sleep, and food, honey," he said, "that's all I need. I'm not getting enough sleep, so naturally, my body wants to make up for it with the other two. I've already eaten three times my weight in baked ziti, so..." He left his sentence open, raising his eyebrows at her in suggestive meaning.
She spared him a side-glance. "Stop being so Fae," she said offhandedly, turning back to her scope.
Mira could almost feel him pouting beside
The Lidocaine Diaries"I never was an angry kid."
You'll say that to yourself about...5 or 6 times a day. Each time, it heralds an inevitable half an hour reflection on everything that's happened up to now. Everything that's made you what you are. And what are you? It always comes down to that. What are you? Who are you? These things plague your mind like maggots on carrion.
You never could find your pulse. Those middle school days, where health class substituted in for 50 minutes of throwing rubber balls at people who may as well have killed your family, for all the force you use. Where they thought it'd be fun to teach you how to find your pulse. You never could. It didn't bother you, though. You'd always just laugh; it was just a joke, anyway. You were alive, and that was all that mattered.
But those times have disappeared. You feel so dead inside that you desperately wonder if maybe, all those years ago, it mattered that you couldn't find your pulse. You sit one day, and find it by staring
The smile that lit up Cassidy's face warmed Leigh to his soul. It was a look he immediately treasured and hoped to see more of in the future. "It won't be easy," Cassidy warned. "I never assumed this would be easy."
Leigh snorted. "To the contrary," he said, playfully flicking Cassidy in the forehead. "If you're involved, it's bound to be as simplistic as possible."
It took a moment before Cassidy narrowed his eyes. "Did you just call me mentally deficient?" he asked.
Leigh's eyes widened. "Oh, no," he said dramatically, "you must be evolving faster than I thought if you understood that one."
"Asshole," Cassidy huffed, before brashly licking a trail up the side of Leigh's face. Leigh heartily voiced his annoyance and pushed at Cassidy, entirely adverse to having his face loaded with spit. Cassidy easily fell to the bed, pulling Leigh with him so that the brunet was on top of him. At the scowl Leigh gave him, Cassidy merely grinned and scrubbed at Leigh's face with the
The police boat arrived on the shore minutes later. As the boat docked and he climbed down from the safety cushion, Leigh noticed the small crowd waiting for him and Cassidy.
"Leigh!" A sharp cry captured his attention just before a slender body slammed into him. Arms wrapped tightly around his waist, and Leigh found him himself returning the embrace.
"could you do something like this? Don't ever scare me like that again," said the teen. Leigh only understood him when he pulled back far enough to stare at Leigh with a stern expression.
"Skye," he said, feeling a twinge of guilt in his heart at the tears welling in Skye's cornflower-blue eyes. Leigh looked to Cassidy, but the blond only raised his eyebrows meaningfully and glanced away. Cassidy had arrived in the city not much longer after Skye and his boyfriend, Adam. Leigh had first met Skye in Dolores Park late one night, young, broken, and alone. After finding out that the boy was consistently abused at home,
"Are you free?" On the other end of the line, Leigh's voice sounded eerily dead to Cassidy.
"What are you up to?"
"Just sitting on the edge of a bridge."
Cassidy paused in his tracks, the flow of people on the sidewalk parting to move around him. Turning his bright blue eyes up to the similarly colored sky, he let loose a soft sigh. "Want me to come over?"
"You better have a shitting good reason for dragging me up here, Doughty," Cassidy grumbled, hunkering down beside the brunet and setting the six-pack of beer down on the side furthest from Leigh. The 23-year-old worked as a delivery boy by day, bartender by night, but the couple of years he'd spent in the military certainly helped when he'd jogged out to where Leigh sat atop the Golden Gate Bridge.
Leigh deigned not to respond verbally, and only held out his hand. Cassidy tore into the six-pack, taking out two bottles and handing one over to Leigh. Twisting off the cap with his bare hand and flipping it
The Courting--rough draftThe first time we met, she tried to kill me.
Well, she wasn't really trying to kill me, but she was definitely pissed enough to make serious and legitimate attempts at grievous bodily injury. And I hadn't even done anything to her. Yet.
It was Valencia, Spain, summer of 2044. The three of usNate, Connolly, and mewere there mostly on business, but it was Spain, it was summer, and we were young. You give that kind of combination to two faeries and a vampyr, and we'll give you a damn good time. We were in our early fiftiesbarely out of childhood for the average supernatural being. And we were on top of the world. Sex, money, murder, alcoholfast cars, fast women, fast money. We lived in the moment and never regretted anything. When you've got the life experience of a fifty-year-old but the face of someone half that age, you can get anything you want. And we had everything. Killing people is a surprisingly lucrative business, even among the otherworldly, and we had o
RouninWhere did it go?
The time we always had;
You used to say, "Forever,"
and now you only laugh.
I don't know what you're thinking,
or why you've gone away,
but trust me when I say:
(I love you.)
I've got all the time in existence,
and it's all for you.
I'll wait here patiently
until you realize,
open your eyes
Let time stretch until it's worn thin,
Let time crawl until it comes to a dead stop.
Let the seconds tick past until they are innumerable,
Let the millenia ravage us all until there is nothing left.
Minutes, hours, days, yearsinfinity
means nothing to me
(compared to you).
NightmareNot a single light
In my sight
My soul is
A creature is lurking
Right behind me
Ending my life of misery
Bullied kidBlinded by the suffering
And the rage
Looking for revenge
Seeking to kill
The ones who make his life
A living hell
While imagining their deaths
Slow and painful deaths
Just like they deserve
This used to be me
Not so long ago...
NightmaresI know you, I walked with you
Once upon a dream…
Actually, it was a nightmare-
And I was running.
ThanksI just wanted to play
The new game you showed me
That excellent game
My color had gone
The world seemed bleak
But then I saw that game
It brought back the color
That I had missed for so long
The smile I had lost appeared
When I saw the bright reds
Is ripping my soul in two
The light that faded
Had lived once before
But gone now
Hiding in the dark
For someone to drag it out
The slight tick of the clock
Showing how time has erased
The sanity in me
My heart now feral
Dying from hate
No one is left
Ashes to ashesBurnt remains float on the draft,
A lazy dance on hidden currents,
Twirling, soaring, plunging into the gap
between charred floorboards
and ashen sills;
Motes blurring into shadowed spectres,
Flashing in shafts of sunlight
that penetrate gloomy rooms,
Tales long forgotten
remembered in the woodgrain;
Void of feeling...
Disturbing footprints scattered,
Chaotic paths of desperation
running in circles,
Sprinting to a standstill
on black-veined tiles;
Cold as ice...
Splashes of vibrance embracing
silver plated moonbeams,
Ashes to ashes,
And shackled souls
battered to the bone;
Your words taste of dust.
Sin and RedemptionJust kill me.
Lay waste to my existence with your fetish for disaster.
Rend me in two, grate me to pieces, shatter the very core of my being.
Diagnose me with that fatal disease, that venom so deadly.
Cut me, maim me, incise me, slaughter me.
Spill my blood on this unforgiving canvas,
And perhaps we can each find some redemption.
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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