Freewriting

[Robin Little]

Friday January 23, 2015


I’ve started journals before and have never got too far with them.

But they say that mind spillage is good for blocks. So here goes. And this is going to sound ridiculous, and I feel stupid typing it out. But no one else is going to see this, right?

Harper Rock is not what I thought it was. These are the facts:

I met Mora on a street corner and she was far too kind to be real. But she was kind. She gave me money. And then she bit my wrist and drank my blood. Not kidding. Fangs and everything. The wound healed almost immediately which is why I knew she was for real.

I asked her for a job. On paper I work for one of her businesses but really she passes my number onto other vampires. Yeah, vampires. I said it. Vampires who want a live host to take blood from. Someone they can trust, who won’t get them into trouble. Here’s the kicker:

I really ******* like it. It should feel invasive, right? It should feel wrong, to have your blood taken by someone else. Your body should react instinctively, recognise the danger, and try to get rid of it, right? The instinct to survive. Maybe I lack that particular instinct, or maybe it’s the danger that I’m addicted to.

There’s one guy in particular who I see. He pays me for my blood. He calls me when he needs me. His name is Jameson, and he was ‘sired’ by Mora. He’s a really cool guy. He’s letting me crash in his spare room. I am dinner on tap. But I don’t really think that’s all I am to him.

Moving on, though. That’s not it. I get nightmares. I’ve never really had nightmares before, but I stumbled across this castle up North and inside, vampires were slaughtering hunters. Hunters were trying to defend themselves but they weren’t really having any luck. I’ve never seen so much blood in my life. Heads torn from bodies. Innards spilled over stone. Dead eyes. And the smell. I’ll never forget the smell. It’s true, that death has a scent, and I don’t care to smell it ever again.

Worse than that, there are reanimated corpses in the Quarantine Zone. I got curious and I went to look. Zombies. ******* zombies.

I don’t