Sept 2014
It became a odd time after that. Mini sprouting fangs was enough of a thing to wrap my head around, let alone being tempted to push some teeth in cause some of our so called allies were sizing her up for a kill. Maybe I could deal with that if she had chose this. Basically defected to the other side, but I know my 'kid'. Whoever it was dragged her kicking and screaming across that line. Hell, in some ways, I could not even be mad at them. What an asset someone like Mini would be, IF she thought like they did.
That is one big assed if there, Skippy.
From the bits I have gathered on my own, just because you get turned does not mean you are suddenly a brainwashed drone. Too many I have seen have quirks and personalities about them that are so unique and different than the next one. No, Mini was still Mini. Whoever was dumb assed enough to turn her just made one major headache for his or herself. I feel bad Mini has King or Queen Skippy for a sire to make such a huge error like this. Hats off to you, kiddo. A final spit in the eye. Salute!
I also had too much time to dwell on this issue. Work was slowing down now. I finally had Elvis' floating palace totally up to standard. Outside of routine maintenance or going along on the rare occasions he took it out (either to pilot or have a skilled hand on board just in case something went wrong) I was spending less and less time working on the boat. A guy has to eat, ya know? I could loose myself in work, but now work was drying up. I had managed to bank some cash, but it was expensive here. I did some maths and figured I had 3 months at best before the outtake was gonna overrun the intake.
I needed a job.
I supposed I could have moved back onto the boat. (Elvis would not have cared) but I had adapted to my new standards now. I liked having my own space again. A bit of privacy to do what I wanted and with who I wanted. 'June' started accepting my invites to supper. Yes, Skippy, I can cook. The old sea dog has been known to make a few miracles on the grill. Thanks to Baldylocks, I was alive again. No microwave pizzas in my freezer now. I was enjoying life again and was getting reacquainted with the good life. I had no desire to live in a closet again.
So I shined up the old classic as best I could and hit the bricks. I am normally a confident person, but I was not sure who would hire me. Fast food can kiss my ***. I would not last 3 seconds in a dive like that before the first smart assed little punk started giving me ****. And I was never the suit and tie in an office type. There were a lot of factories around, but apparently they were those 'internal hiring' types of places. It wasn't till week 3 of this I found something that surprised me.
The girl that ran the place was younger than Mini. She had a calm and sedate air about her, but my internal buzzer was going off. When I had received a call to come interview for the crafting post, I was surprised and now more so. She was not in when I filled out the application, so this was my first look at her overall. She was a 'walk her talk' type. The overall Victorian feel to her business extended to her as well. We discussed my qualifications over tea. (Tea? Who the hell drinks tea anymore? I admit, it was good, but still!) I asked her why the tea.
'Is a habit I picked up from my sir...mother.' she explained. 'She feels everything is better over a good cup of tea'
Sir as in Sire? my inner alarm shouted. So she was one of them? You would not think it to look at her. Our conversation was light, yet to the points. This girl knew what she wanted and made no bones about it. She was willing to pay (and well) for someone who could make and repair the items she sold. The leather craft was not an issue and I did have some practical experiences with metal working. One of the props on Elvis' boat was proof of that when we discovered it was cracked. The repairs would extend to other areas she had her fingers in as well, so I would not always be stuck in the one place. (She ran a carriage service. Gives people tours of the town and such) Through the whole conversation it was 'Mr. McGee' despite my insisting she called me Andy. I told her honestly, if I couldn't fix, I could find out real fast how to fix it and do it right. It was in my blood, basically. The majority of my life was spend doing exactly that.
She decided to take a chance on me and I have been there ever since. She wanted honesty and I treated her the way I did Elvis. She was pleased with my work and supplies were never a problem. So I was working for 'the enemy'. As I said, a guy has to eat and pay the bills. The real corker was, despite my alarm going off being in the same area as she was, I never felt I was in danger. Be it discussing the state of projects with her, finding a cup of tea on my work bench, or extra cash for lunch on occasion.
Why was someone who, according to those who were part of the Order. would rip my throat out in a heartbeat being so nice to me? (no, Skippy. I am sure it wasn't for that. Besides, she is married)
Bite me, Skippy!
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Oct 2014
That is not to say everyone I met in the Order was brain dead. No, there was a few nice people there. Just like any other club you could find yourself in I guess. Good guys and *** hats all in the same room. I imagine the fanged ones have the same problems as well. A few stick out in my mind when I think of it. The good ones. (besides, its a shorter list to remember)
Morganna (or Morrie.) Crazy little hacker girl who kinda reminded me of that girl in the Scooby Doo cartoon. (the smart one with glasses). She grew some sweet herb. Funny as well. She was raised in this St James stuff (according to her) and here she was trying to follow in a family tradition and scared witless at times. (I think that's why she smoked so much dope personally). Not sure what happened to her. One day, she suddenly vanished. Never found her fanging around or evidence she was killed, so...
Mini of course. I spent the last few pages rambling on her, so nothing else to add there. Still the niece I never had. Bottom line.
The big discovery was Mona. Shocked the hell out of me. McGee. Mona McGee. I was a father and didn't even know it. Me! God could not be that cruel to the world, I would think. She reminds me of me when I was her age. All attitude and fire with a hale and hearty '**** you!' as an answer for everything. We talking now, at least. I could never see myself trying to play catch up in a situation like that and she isn't acting like I am the missing piece of the puzzle of her life either. We have accepted we are blood and the rest will or won't fix itself as we go along.
We talking. And not shooting at each other. Is a start.
A couple others suggest themselves. Leona (she vanished as well) but beyond that it gets totally skippy.
So by this point in time, things had finally settled into a pattern I could cope with without too much alcohol required. Was working two jobs, had a nice place of my own, a few friends. The vampires are here. Whoopie ****! So were the Paladins. Stupidity tends to balance things out in my experiences. Of course this never stopped things from get even more stupid, as I found out in due course.
(yes, Skippy, now we getting to the part where you show up. calm down.)
That is not to say everyone I met in the Order was brain dead. No, there was a few nice people there. Just like any other club you could find yourself in I guess. Good guys and *** hats all in the same room. I imagine the fanged ones have the same problems as well. A few stick out in my mind when I think of it. The good ones. (besides, its a shorter list to remember)
Morganna (or Morrie.) Crazy little hacker girl who kinda reminded me of that girl in the Scooby Doo cartoon. (the smart one with glasses). She grew some sweet herb. Funny as well. She was raised in this St James stuff (according to her) and here she was trying to follow in a family tradition and scared witless at times. (I think that's why she smoked so much dope personally). Not sure what happened to her. One day, she suddenly vanished. Never found her fanging around or evidence she was killed, so...
Mini of course. I spent the last few pages rambling on her, so nothing else to add there. Still the niece I never had. Bottom line.
The big discovery was Mona. Shocked the hell out of me. McGee. Mona McGee. I was a father and didn't even know it. Me! God could not be that cruel to the world, I would think. She reminds me of me when I was her age. All attitude and fire with a hale and hearty '**** you!' as an answer for everything. We talking now, at least. I could never see myself trying to play catch up in a situation like that and she isn't acting like I am the missing piece of the puzzle of her life either. We have accepted we are blood and the rest will or won't fix itself as we go along.
We talking. And not shooting at each other. Is a start.
A couple others suggest themselves. Leona (she vanished as well) but beyond that it gets totally skippy.
So by this point in time, things had finally settled into a pattern I could cope with without too much alcohol required. Was working two jobs, had a nice place of my own, a few friends. The vampires are here. Whoopie ****! So were the Paladins. Stupidity tends to balance things out in my experiences. Of course this never stopped things from get even more stupid, as I found out in due course.
(yes, Skippy, now we getting to the part where you show up. calm down.)
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Jan 2015
So sorry you mindless book full of pages that I have not gotten back to you sooner. (Some people talk to these damn things, so that should cover my bases there) With work, the holiday fun, Mini, Verne, Mona and other things, the time to simply sit and write out a bunch of past events has not rated high on the McGee meter, so hence the delay.
When I left off I had mentioned the bit about 'how could things get any stranger' and as usual I found out how very quickly. The entire idea began when I started taking stock of my 'fellow' paladins.
We were loosing more than we were recruiting. Some were just saying screw it and moving on to other things, some just plain vanished and others were suddenly batting for the other team in this contest we were loosing at. Granted, a few of us had managed to take down some of the vamps, but they are like cockroaches. They keep coming back! Whatever the hell these tats were doing to me helped me survive and heal from things that would have killed a normal person, but the end results were quite different. Vampires come back? Still vampires. We come back and more and more of us was suddenly having different viewpoints. As I may have mentioned, sure-there was 'Paladin Academy' somewhere in Europe. Some people were born and raised for all of this ****, but us? Were just ordinary people suddenly playing knights of the realm, and the realm was kicking our asses.
We needed an edge. An edge beyond anything the so called old guard could inspire us to. Yeah, a good pep talk goes only so far. We had to find ways to be able to match them at their own games was the logical conclusion, but how was still a unanswered question. There was plenty of table talk here and there and a few of us had begun to explore the ideas of vampire rituals. Magic tricks that could be done if one offered up the right items and prayed properly I think (and I thought I left all that weird **** back in the Pacific) and newer weapons was considered, but on the whole I had already began to get my 'own ideas' on all of this.
When exactly did it happen I do not remember. Much like the evening I first met Baldylocks in her underground parlor of temptations, it was the farthest thing from my mind. It was daytime. I remember that much. Was on my way to work enjoying a coffee and taking in the pleasant weather we was enjoying. I often wondered if the night crowd missed something so simple as walking along in the sun shine. Outside of a few I doubted it. The majority I had seen were too wrapped up in the power of it all to miss such a thing. 'I am the night!' and all that garbage. I had always been too much of a realist for my own good. Despite what the paladins had done to me, I refused to get swept up in the delusion/illusion of how suddenly I was a one man death machine against the undead. Apparently the majority of the vampires were not delusion proof.
As I took a short cut down a side street, I saw him in the alley and instantly I felt the hackles on my neck stand up. It wasn't a vampire, of course. Not in broad daylight. Just one of their red-headed step cousins. The popular term for them is 'blood thief'. What I would call 'Vampire lite'. All the perks of being one of the dark crowd without the negatives of it. They could walk in the sun, eat cheeseburgers and beer, had a heartbeat, and walk among without raising too many eyebrows. Parasites was a better name for them. The vampires were mega pissed someone discovered how to steal their tricks for short periods of time. I had heard a rumor once there was a secret war going on a year or so back, and the faux vamps were scarce for the longest time after that. Apparently vampires didn't like pretenders and posers cutting into their turf. Now they were making a slow comeback. Lovely.
So sorry you mindless book full of pages that I have not gotten back to you sooner. (Some people talk to these damn things, so that should cover my bases there) With work, the holiday fun, Mini, Verne, Mona and other things, the time to simply sit and write out a bunch of past events has not rated high on the McGee meter, so hence the delay.
When I left off I had mentioned the bit about 'how could things get any stranger' and as usual I found out how very quickly. The entire idea began when I started taking stock of my 'fellow' paladins.
We were loosing more than we were recruiting. Some were just saying screw it and moving on to other things, some just plain vanished and others were suddenly batting for the other team in this contest we were loosing at. Granted, a few of us had managed to take down some of the vamps, but they are like cockroaches. They keep coming back! Whatever the hell these tats were doing to me helped me survive and heal from things that would have killed a normal person, but the end results were quite different. Vampires come back? Still vampires. We come back and more and more of us was suddenly having different viewpoints. As I may have mentioned, sure-there was 'Paladin Academy' somewhere in Europe. Some people were born and raised for all of this ****, but us? Were just ordinary people suddenly playing knights of the realm, and the realm was kicking our asses.
We needed an edge. An edge beyond anything the so called old guard could inspire us to. Yeah, a good pep talk goes only so far. We had to find ways to be able to match them at their own games was the logical conclusion, but how was still a unanswered question. There was plenty of table talk here and there and a few of us had begun to explore the ideas of vampire rituals. Magic tricks that could be done if one offered up the right items and prayed properly I think (and I thought I left all that weird **** back in the Pacific) and newer weapons was considered, but on the whole I had already began to get my 'own ideas' on all of this.
When exactly did it happen I do not remember. Much like the evening I first met Baldylocks in her underground parlor of temptations, it was the farthest thing from my mind. It was daytime. I remember that much. Was on my way to work enjoying a coffee and taking in the pleasant weather we was enjoying. I often wondered if the night crowd missed something so simple as walking along in the sun shine. Outside of a few I doubted it. The majority I had seen were too wrapped up in the power of it all to miss such a thing. 'I am the night!' and all that garbage. I had always been too much of a realist for my own good. Despite what the paladins had done to me, I refused to get swept up in the delusion/illusion of how suddenly I was a one man death machine against the undead. Apparently the majority of the vampires were not delusion proof.
As I took a short cut down a side street, I saw him in the alley and instantly I felt the hackles on my neck stand up. It wasn't a vampire, of course. Not in broad daylight. Just one of their red-headed step cousins. The popular term for them is 'blood thief'. What I would call 'Vampire lite'. All the perks of being one of the dark crowd without the negatives of it. They could walk in the sun, eat cheeseburgers and beer, had a heartbeat, and walk among without raising too many eyebrows. Parasites was a better name for them. The vampires were mega pissed someone discovered how to steal their tricks for short periods of time. I had heard a rumor once there was a secret war going on a year or so back, and the faux vamps were scarce for the longest time after that. Apparently vampires didn't like pretenders and posers cutting into their turf. Now they were making a slow comeback. Lovely.
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Re: Bite me, Skippy!
Jan 2015
"What's going on, pops?" Vampire Lite smiled as I walked by.
"Why don't you go sparkle or something."
"Hey, don't be like that," he reached out and touched my shoulder only to find my sword up against his throat. A couple had felt the act of loosening the blade from the cane camouflage would be a delay I could ill afford, but you know what they say about practice and all.
"Don't be touching me, Count Chocula," I replied. His eyes grew wide, not from the blade so close to ending his life, but the hint of my new tats peeking out from the cuff of my shirt.
"Ah ha! Okay boss man. No harm done now." he smiled and tried to back away. "You got your thing and I got mine. We all good. We on the same team, right?"
Instant ********. The Order was trying to make Vampires go the way of the dinosaurs, but the Blood Thieves? What would they get that rush from if all vampire blood was suddenly gone? I seen a few of them. They were hooked on the power without the mess too much to simply let it all go. To even imply they wanted the real bloodsuckers dead was possibly the most skippy thing I had ever heard from a skippy. I pressed the edge of my blade a bit deeper into his quivering throat in reply.
"You ever try it?"
"Try what?"
"Vampire blood," he grinned. I swear the fool was almost drooling as he began to speak about it. "It's a rush like nothing you ever had before, old man. You think them glowing tats of yours makes you feel good? Trust me, one vial and you will feel like King Kong on PCP."
"I like my mind all in one piece, thank you." I began to pull the sword away. This guy wasn't even worth my time. I slipped the blade back into its sheath and continued in the direction I was going.
March 2015
Major derails here. Sorry about that. A few points worthy of note before I continue this therapeutic ramblings of mine first. Found myself in a couple of those 'raids' I hear people whispering about. I got pretty far in one and all the way to the top in another. Got a couple of rare items in those endeavors that seem to add a bit of edge to the old man here.
Now, back to the blood freaks.
I left vampire lite still breathing as I went on about my business. Guy was probably so baked from his experiences killing him would be a mercy and I was not feeling so merciful at the time. As I said elsewhere in this (go look for yourself, I am not a traffic sign) we was loosing this little war badly. I kept hearing about others like me vanishing one after another and we were not making a scratch in them. Their numbers get growing. It was like trying to stop a trickle leak with a pail, only to find the leak had grown into a raging river and all you had to work with was the same pail and it now has a hole in the bottom of it. If the fangs ever got seriously organized and decided to hunt the rest of us down. The BTs and the newest group of 'meta humans' (is a term I stole from a lame *** TV show-sue me!) the sorcerers seemed to be our only options for assistance. The Harry Potter types seemed to be okay, but they were too non aggressive (in my view) to be much good at anything. (That view changed later, but at this point it was a fact) and I didn't trust the BTs much. They were in a unique spot, they could go float in whatever direction was winning, so they had nothing to loose. I always felt a person fought harder if there was a risk involved. Made them more focused and determined to whatever cause they had chosen. But floaters? If it suited them there was always a chance to roll you over into the arms of your enemies while they walked away untouched.
So **** you, **** you some more, get the **** out of here and if you ever come back, **** you again.
But in spite of that, it all began to prey on my mind. Four days later I scored a vial from one of them. The price was cheap. Information they already had. It lived in my fridge for a week after that. I was not rushing into anything. I considered the sorcerer crowd but running away from things just wasn't my style. There was a lot of points to consider pro and con, but in the end it all came back to people like Mini. Here we (the pally crowd) couldn't even keep ourselves alive let alone protect anyone else. Again, an edge was needed beyond what I had already been given. I did all this thinking as I finally moved out of my small place into one of the larger buildings in town. Figured it was time to spoil myself a bit. 'Get a proper man cave' (as Mini would say). Once I had finished moving, Once the last box was in and the door was locked, I sat the vial in a glass of warm water and waited. I could use the supposed energy burst that came from this after breaking my back moving. Who was I kidding? Ever since baldylocks did her mo-jo thing on me, I was already supercharged for a guy my age.
I poured the vial into a second glass with so much water, then rinsed the vial to get every drop and held the red tinted glass in my hand debating it all again. Part of me suggested I just turn my hand and let the whole deal slide down the sink and go break in my new recliner chair while catching the end of the game.
'Here's to you, boys' I said as I drank it down.
The glass shattered in the sink as I dropped it. Holy God! What a mother ******* RUSH!
"What's going on, pops?" Vampire Lite smiled as I walked by.
"Why don't you go sparkle or something."
"Hey, don't be like that," he reached out and touched my shoulder only to find my sword up against his throat. A couple had felt the act of loosening the blade from the cane camouflage would be a delay I could ill afford, but you know what they say about practice and all.
"Don't be touching me, Count Chocula," I replied. His eyes grew wide, not from the blade so close to ending his life, but the hint of my new tats peeking out from the cuff of my shirt.
"Ah ha! Okay boss man. No harm done now." he smiled and tried to back away. "You got your thing and I got mine. We all good. We on the same team, right?"
Instant ********. The Order was trying to make Vampires go the way of the dinosaurs, but the Blood Thieves? What would they get that rush from if all vampire blood was suddenly gone? I seen a few of them. They were hooked on the power without the mess too much to simply let it all go. To even imply they wanted the real bloodsuckers dead was possibly the most skippy thing I had ever heard from a skippy. I pressed the edge of my blade a bit deeper into his quivering throat in reply.
"You ever try it?"
"Try what?"
"Vampire blood," he grinned. I swear the fool was almost drooling as he began to speak about it. "It's a rush like nothing you ever had before, old man. You think them glowing tats of yours makes you feel good? Trust me, one vial and you will feel like King Kong on PCP."
"I like my mind all in one piece, thank you." I began to pull the sword away. This guy wasn't even worth my time. I slipped the blade back into its sheath and continued in the direction I was going.
March 2015
Major derails here. Sorry about that. A few points worthy of note before I continue this therapeutic ramblings of mine first. Found myself in a couple of those 'raids' I hear people whispering about. I got pretty far in one and all the way to the top in another. Got a couple of rare items in those endeavors that seem to add a bit of edge to the old man here.
Now, back to the blood freaks.
I left vampire lite still breathing as I went on about my business. Guy was probably so baked from his experiences killing him would be a mercy and I was not feeling so merciful at the time. As I said elsewhere in this (go look for yourself, I am not a traffic sign) we was loosing this little war badly. I kept hearing about others like me vanishing one after another and we were not making a scratch in them. Their numbers get growing. It was like trying to stop a trickle leak with a pail, only to find the leak had grown into a raging river and all you had to work with was the same pail and it now has a hole in the bottom of it. If the fangs ever got seriously organized and decided to hunt the rest of us down. The BTs and the newest group of 'meta humans' (is a term I stole from a lame *** TV show-sue me!) the sorcerers seemed to be our only options for assistance. The Harry Potter types seemed to be okay, but they were too non aggressive (in my view) to be much good at anything. (That view changed later, but at this point it was a fact) and I didn't trust the BTs much. They were in a unique spot, they could go float in whatever direction was winning, so they had nothing to loose. I always felt a person fought harder if there was a risk involved. Made them more focused and determined to whatever cause they had chosen. But floaters? If it suited them there was always a chance to roll you over into the arms of your enemies while they walked away untouched.
So **** you, **** you some more, get the **** out of here and if you ever come back, **** you again.
But in spite of that, it all began to prey on my mind. Four days later I scored a vial from one of them. The price was cheap. Information they already had. It lived in my fridge for a week after that. I was not rushing into anything. I considered the sorcerer crowd but running away from things just wasn't my style. There was a lot of points to consider pro and con, but in the end it all came back to people like Mini. Here we (the pally crowd) couldn't even keep ourselves alive let alone protect anyone else. Again, an edge was needed beyond what I had already been given. I did all this thinking as I finally moved out of my small place into one of the larger buildings in town. Figured it was time to spoil myself a bit. 'Get a proper man cave' (as Mini would say). Once I had finished moving, Once the last box was in and the door was locked, I sat the vial in a glass of warm water and waited. I could use the supposed energy burst that came from this after breaking my back moving. Who was I kidding? Ever since baldylocks did her mo-jo thing on me, I was already supercharged for a guy my age.
I poured the vial into a second glass with so much water, then rinsed the vial to get every drop and held the red tinted glass in my hand debating it all again. Part of me suggested I just turn my hand and let the whole deal slide down the sink and go break in my new recliner chair while catching the end of the game.
'Here's to you, boys' I said as I drank it down.
The glass shattered in the sink as I dropped it. Holy God! What a mother ******* RUSH!
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March 2015
It wasn't any kind of high I had ever experienced before. More like a surge was the best way I could describe it. That lasted for a few moments then calmed down and I stood there like a skippy wondering 'Well NOW what?' I didn't feel all that much different and I remembered this was only part one of the process.
I knew what was next, and that was the part that disturbed me the most.
I sat down and finished watching the game and began to make a test plan.
Later that night I went out. One of two possible 'test sights' suggested themselves to me. Over in the Quarantine Zone there was actually a functioning building were vamps tended to live, but that was not my target. The fact was the Zone tended to be a 'training ground for younger, newly turned fangs. I had no desire (or suicidal death wish) to sink my teeth into some mega powerful bad ***, steal their powers and have my *** handed to me for my troubles. No, I wanted a young one. Just a taste, see how this **** actually worked and then decide what I would do from here. I stopped at the ATM and made a withdrawal as well. Why not? Maybe a bargain could be made in the process? The ones so hooked on this did it all the time. 'Hey buddy, wanna sell a pint?'
My other choice was the area some called the gangster slums. Since I was closer to that, I headed south first. (Yes, Skippy. Your big moment is coming up now)
What a **** hole this place was (and still is). Only cops I saw here was too busy making deals with the owners or collecting protection money to be of any danger to me. I got a few stares from some fangs and I wondered if suddenly I had some invisible sign over my head announcing what I was planning to do. Either that or they knew what I already was. Of course, the thought did occur to me some of them were like 'WTF is this old ******** doing down here?'. That would actually make sense, I suppose.
I headed to the crack house. My guess was if anyone was feeding in there they'd be too stoned to notice me (I had no clue at this time if vamps could get high or not. I had seen some of them drinking like fish, so to me was a fair guess) so I went with that plan in my head. I was almost to the door when I heard someone crying in the alley nearby.
My flashlight showed me a young girl laying in the trash holding her head like it was going to explode. Poor thing was either tripping like crazy or had gotten some bad ****. I was ready to move on when some inner alarm went off in my head.
She was a vampire.
I had never seen one of them in a state like this before. Injured, wounded, hopping away on one leg like a damned pogo stick but in tears and holding there head was a new one on me. "Hey, what's your problem?" I asked as I crouched down. My sword was ready in case this was some trick in play. She looked up at me and it took a couple tries to finally get some words out.
"Thoughts hurt" she whined. "Too many."
Took me a few to get that to make sense. Too many thoughts? She was a telepath and her mind powers were apparently stuck or not working right. I wondered who would do this to someone, then leave them to either sink or swim without a single clue to work from.
"No hurt me," she said just after I felt like ants were crawling across my brain. She had just dipped into my head and saw my intentions were less than kind.
"No," I answered truthfully. "I don't want to hurt you. What's your name?" I asked hopefully. She laid their for a moment and I could see in her eyes she was just so close to saying something, only to fall back into despair. Perhaps it would be kinder just to put her out of her misery. I never felt sorry for a vamp until now and all my inner alarms was screaming KILL IT, but instead I reached out and took hold of her hand gently. "C'mon," I encouraged her back on her feet. "Let's see if we can help each other, okay?" We walked out of the slums (sometimes I was almost carrying her) and made my way back to home. I stopped at a resale shop, guessed her sizes, and came out with a few changes of clothes. What was left of what she was wearing was in horrid shape and she smelled like she hadn't bathed in weeks.
"Nice," it was not a question. She curled against my arm as we headed back.
"Yeah, that's me. Mr. Nice."
"Who?"
"Andy."
I snuck her upstairs to my place and aimed her at the bathroom. "You need to clean up, okay?"
"Shower?" she asked.
"Yes, shower. Plenty of soap. Use all the hot water you want." I smiled. I laid out jeans and a shirt on the sink and then I nudged her inside and closed the door behind her. Once I heard the water begin to run, I went to my mini bar and made myself a very large drink. What the hell was I thinking?
20 minutes later she came out of the bathroom, dripping wet and naked. "All done!" she smiled.
"Ahhh," I thought with mixed signals. She wasn't all that unattractive when clean and my recently resurrected sex drive took notice, but I just couldn't see it happening. It would be like raping a clueless child. "Sweetie? The towels? Dry yourself off and put the new clothes on, please."
"Oh," she looked down at herself with a look like she just realized her current state and tittered a bit. She went back in to the bathroom as I sat down. Now it was my turn to hold my head. When she came out, she was dry, hair in a towel. The jeans a bit too big and the shirt a bit too tight. Typical man trying to buy clothes for a woman blues in motion but they would due for the moment. I patted the chair next to mine and she came over and sat down.
"Feel better?"
"Yes.....thanks" she nodded. Away from all the noise and who knows how much mental mish mash going on, she seemed calmer now. Another mental note to my growing check list. I got up and grabbed a trash bag to collect the remains of her old clothing in. I searched the pockets but found nothing but some change. No ID of any kind. I also made note of the sizes in case a second trip was required before I tied the bag shut. When I came out, she was standing by my pool table just staring at the game I had going in progress.
"You play?" I asked. She didn't answer. Her eyes kept darting about the table as if she was looking for something. Just for a moment, her eyes cleared, as if everything in her head suddenly came into focus. She picked up my cue, chalked it, took aim and gave the cue ball a smack. I watched the ball hit the rails and glide like a heat seeking missile as it picked off 4 of the balls that were left in play and sent them into the cups. The cue ball began to loose momentum but not before kissing the 8 ball last and finishing the game. She looked up at me and I could see it in her eyes as everything went out of focus again for her. She looked at the cue stick as if wondering how the hell did that find its way into her hand.
"Sorry" she tittered.
"Remind me never to play you for money. That would be a major skippy thing to do." I whistled softly.
"Me Skippy?" she asked.
It wasn't any kind of high I had ever experienced before. More like a surge was the best way I could describe it. That lasted for a few moments then calmed down and I stood there like a skippy wondering 'Well NOW what?' I didn't feel all that much different and I remembered this was only part one of the process.
I knew what was next, and that was the part that disturbed me the most.
I sat down and finished watching the game and began to make a test plan.
Later that night I went out. One of two possible 'test sights' suggested themselves to me. Over in the Quarantine Zone there was actually a functioning building were vamps tended to live, but that was not my target. The fact was the Zone tended to be a 'training ground for younger, newly turned fangs. I had no desire (or suicidal death wish) to sink my teeth into some mega powerful bad ***, steal their powers and have my *** handed to me for my troubles. No, I wanted a young one. Just a taste, see how this **** actually worked and then decide what I would do from here. I stopped at the ATM and made a withdrawal as well. Why not? Maybe a bargain could be made in the process? The ones so hooked on this did it all the time. 'Hey buddy, wanna sell a pint?'
My other choice was the area some called the gangster slums. Since I was closer to that, I headed south first. (Yes, Skippy. Your big moment is coming up now)
What a **** hole this place was (and still is). Only cops I saw here was too busy making deals with the owners or collecting protection money to be of any danger to me. I got a few stares from some fangs and I wondered if suddenly I had some invisible sign over my head announcing what I was planning to do. Either that or they knew what I already was. Of course, the thought did occur to me some of them were like 'WTF is this old ******** doing down here?'. That would actually make sense, I suppose.
I headed to the crack house. My guess was if anyone was feeding in there they'd be too stoned to notice me (I had no clue at this time if vamps could get high or not. I had seen some of them drinking like fish, so to me was a fair guess) so I went with that plan in my head. I was almost to the door when I heard someone crying in the alley nearby.
My flashlight showed me a young girl laying in the trash holding her head like it was going to explode. Poor thing was either tripping like crazy or had gotten some bad ****. I was ready to move on when some inner alarm went off in my head.
She was a vampire.
I had never seen one of them in a state like this before. Injured, wounded, hopping away on one leg like a damned pogo stick but in tears and holding there head was a new one on me. "Hey, what's your problem?" I asked as I crouched down. My sword was ready in case this was some trick in play. She looked up at me and it took a couple tries to finally get some words out.
"Thoughts hurt" she whined. "Too many."
Took me a few to get that to make sense. Too many thoughts? She was a telepath and her mind powers were apparently stuck or not working right. I wondered who would do this to someone, then leave them to either sink or swim without a single clue to work from.
"No hurt me," she said just after I felt like ants were crawling across my brain. She had just dipped into my head and saw my intentions were less than kind.
"No," I answered truthfully. "I don't want to hurt you. What's your name?" I asked hopefully. She laid their for a moment and I could see in her eyes she was just so close to saying something, only to fall back into despair. Perhaps it would be kinder just to put her out of her misery. I never felt sorry for a vamp until now and all my inner alarms was screaming KILL IT, but instead I reached out and took hold of her hand gently. "C'mon," I encouraged her back on her feet. "Let's see if we can help each other, okay?" We walked out of the slums (sometimes I was almost carrying her) and made my way back to home. I stopped at a resale shop, guessed her sizes, and came out with a few changes of clothes. What was left of what she was wearing was in horrid shape and she smelled like she hadn't bathed in weeks.
"Nice," it was not a question. She curled against my arm as we headed back.
"Yeah, that's me. Mr. Nice."
"Who?"
"Andy."
I snuck her upstairs to my place and aimed her at the bathroom. "You need to clean up, okay?"
"Shower?" she asked.
"Yes, shower. Plenty of soap. Use all the hot water you want." I smiled. I laid out jeans and a shirt on the sink and then I nudged her inside and closed the door behind her. Once I heard the water begin to run, I went to my mini bar and made myself a very large drink. What the hell was I thinking?
20 minutes later she came out of the bathroom, dripping wet and naked. "All done!" she smiled.
"Ahhh," I thought with mixed signals. She wasn't all that unattractive when clean and my recently resurrected sex drive took notice, but I just couldn't see it happening. It would be like raping a clueless child. "Sweetie? The towels? Dry yourself off and put the new clothes on, please."
"Oh," she looked down at herself with a look like she just realized her current state and tittered a bit. She went back in to the bathroom as I sat down. Now it was my turn to hold my head. When she came out, she was dry, hair in a towel. The jeans a bit too big and the shirt a bit too tight. Typical man trying to buy clothes for a woman blues in motion but they would due for the moment. I patted the chair next to mine and she came over and sat down.
"Feel better?"
"Yes.....thanks" she nodded. Away from all the noise and who knows how much mental mish mash going on, she seemed calmer now. Another mental note to my growing check list. I got up and grabbed a trash bag to collect the remains of her old clothing in. I searched the pockets but found nothing but some change. No ID of any kind. I also made note of the sizes in case a second trip was required before I tied the bag shut. When I came out, she was standing by my pool table just staring at the game I had going in progress.
"You play?" I asked. She didn't answer. Her eyes kept darting about the table as if she was looking for something. Just for a moment, her eyes cleared, as if everything in her head suddenly came into focus. She picked up my cue, chalked it, took aim and gave the cue ball a smack. I watched the ball hit the rails and glide like a heat seeking missile as it picked off 4 of the balls that were left in play and sent them into the cups. The cue ball began to loose momentum but not before kissing the 8 ball last and finishing the game. She looked up at me and I could see it in her eyes as everything went out of focus again for her. She looked at the cue stick as if wondering how the hell did that find its way into her hand.
"Sorry" she tittered.
"Remind me never to play you for money. That would be a major skippy thing to do." I whistled softly.
"Me Skippy?" she asked.
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Andrew McGee
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Re: Bite me, Skippy!
Now for anyone who knows me, the word 'skippy' is not a complement. If I am calling a person or a situation skippy it means stupid, plain and simple. Not just stupid but every other term for lack of brain power there has ever been. To simplfy this (in case someone truly skippy is reading this) if I say you're skippy? You are the ******* retard the other retards around you look at and say 'Woah, now that one is REALLY a retard."
You get it now?
Good. I will not explain it again.
My jaw dropped a bit when my nameless vampire asked was she skippy. Hardly. Just watching her run the table with one shot suggested she had been a hustler at the game minimum. That took brain power. Or at best, could have been some math wizard who could calculate the angles in their head alone and that would take more brain power than I would ever have to work with. Whatever happens when a new telepath is made simply wasn't working right for her. Was it lack of training or some genetic defect? I wasn't even going to try and guess. Point was, if she was skippy, it was due to her putting herself in a situation that let this happen to her and even that was a wild guess on my part.
"Me skippy." she asked again
"No, you're not stupid." I sighed.
"No, Not stupid. Skippy! Me Skippy!" she tittered again.
"You want that as your name?"
"Yay!" she cheered. "You, Andy. Me, Skippy!"
I held my head again.
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We got into a pattern eventually. First morning I got up, I found my new houseguest cowering in the closet with a bad burn because I forgot to close the curtains and the sunlight landed on the sofa she was sleeping on. Another thing for the to-do list. Away from all the noise she was thinking a bit clearer, but it was obvious she was still picking up on the minds around us in the other apartments.
I let her out to feed. Once. The screams I heard told me she was not as sneaky as other fangs, so other arrangements were made. All it took was patience. Something I am usually in short supply of. I kept telling myself she wasn't a puppy to keep as a pet. I was trying to build some trust before I put my original plan into action. On the whole, she wasn't that bad to have around, but visions of Mona stopping by and seeing who/what I had living with me haunted me. The two of us had just begun to talk again and something like this would possibly destroy any progress we had managed so far. 'And what happens when she finds out dear ol Dad is now a potential Blood Thief?' I asked myself as well. I also considered tracking down Mini and seeing if she could help. Not me, but the girl.
After a couple days, I finally went for it.
"You need to learn how to feed sneaky like."
"Me? How?"
"Right here" I sat down and rolled up my shirt sleeve.
"No, No bite Andy!" she cried.
"No, it's okay." I reassured her. "Tell you what, you bite me and then I will bite you. That's fair, right?"
I saw the gears trying to work for a bit before she nodded and sat down. "Now, show me how you did it the other night." Skippy grabbed my arm like it was the last chicken wing in a crowded bar and yanked it towards her mouth. I stopped her. "No, not like that. Is that how you was bitten?"
She nodded. Another drop of pity for something I had no business feeling sorry for. "Think of it like this," I began. Eventually she got the idea. I hung onto the couch in a death grip as her fangs finally got into my skin. That urge to run like hell screaming in me as she drank. When she finished she stared at my arm for a few before licking at the wounds like some dog. (Being bitten, Running like hell, and Magic healing slobbers. Weird **** numbers 14-16 on my ever growing list of weird **** in this town)
"Okay, my turn now." I flinched as I felt something shift in my mouth. My tongue testing the fangs suddenly in my upper jaw.
"Andy? You like me too?" She was amazed as she offered her arm to me.
"Not exactly, Skippy,"
You get it now?
Good. I will not explain it again.
My jaw dropped a bit when my nameless vampire asked was she skippy. Hardly. Just watching her run the table with one shot suggested she had been a hustler at the game minimum. That took brain power. Or at best, could have been some math wizard who could calculate the angles in their head alone and that would take more brain power than I would ever have to work with. Whatever happens when a new telepath is made simply wasn't working right for her. Was it lack of training or some genetic defect? I wasn't even going to try and guess. Point was, if she was skippy, it was due to her putting herself in a situation that let this happen to her and even that was a wild guess on my part.
"Me skippy." she asked again
"No, you're not stupid." I sighed.
"No, Not stupid. Skippy! Me Skippy!" she tittered again.
"You want that as your name?"
"Yay!" she cheered. "You, Andy. Me, Skippy!"
I held my head again.
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We got into a pattern eventually. First morning I got up, I found my new houseguest cowering in the closet with a bad burn because I forgot to close the curtains and the sunlight landed on the sofa she was sleeping on. Another thing for the to-do list. Away from all the noise she was thinking a bit clearer, but it was obvious she was still picking up on the minds around us in the other apartments.
I let her out to feed. Once. The screams I heard told me she was not as sneaky as other fangs, so other arrangements were made. All it took was patience. Something I am usually in short supply of. I kept telling myself she wasn't a puppy to keep as a pet. I was trying to build some trust before I put my original plan into action. On the whole, she wasn't that bad to have around, but visions of Mona stopping by and seeing who/what I had living with me haunted me. The two of us had just begun to talk again and something like this would possibly destroy any progress we had managed so far. 'And what happens when she finds out dear ol Dad is now a potential Blood Thief?' I asked myself as well. I also considered tracking down Mini and seeing if she could help. Not me, but the girl.
After a couple days, I finally went for it.
"You need to learn how to feed sneaky like."
"Me? How?"
"Right here" I sat down and rolled up my shirt sleeve.
"No, No bite Andy!" she cried.
"No, it's okay." I reassured her. "Tell you what, you bite me and then I will bite you. That's fair, right?"
I saw the gears trying to work for a bit before she nodded and sat down. "Now, show me how you did it the other night." Skippy grabbed my arm like it was the last chicken wing in a crowded bar and yanked it towards her mouth. I stopped her. "No, not like that. Is that how you was bitten?"
She nodded. Another drop of pity for something I had no business feeling sorry for. "Think of it like this," I began. Eventually she got the idea. I hung onto the couch in a death grip as her fangs finally got into my skin. That urge to run like hell screaming in me as she drank. When she finished she stared at my arm for a few before licking at the wounds like some dog. (Being bitten, Running like hell, and Magic healing slobbers. Weird **** numbers 14-16 on my ever growing list of weird **** in this town)
"Okay, my turn now." I flinched as I felt something shift in my mouth. My tongue testing the fangs suddenly in my upper jaw.
"Andy? You like me too?" She was amazed as she offered her arm to me.
"Not exactly, Skippy,"
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Re: Bite me, Skippy!
March 2015
It all became clear once I managed to drink from her. At first I thought I was going to gag but it all went down smoothly enough. Suddenly, I felt the rush- the real rush- all of them had gone totally crazy over swirl about inside of me. It was hard to describe exactly. Like I was expanding. Suddenly growing in ways most people never manage to do. Absently I licked at Skippy's wounds before sitting back and tried to stay focused.
"You feel better?" she asked me. I couldn't answer at first. Suddenly I felt out of breath, yet ready to run for days all at once. New sensations and concepts suddenly falling into place like pieces into a puzzle I was not aware even existed inside of me. I cocked my head as sounds I was not hearing with my ears began to grow louder. "You hear it too now," She frowned. The girl probably had no clue what a blood thief was but she knew the look I suddenly had on my face now. I was tuning in to the presence of other people's brainwaves. I looked at her now and managed a smile.
"Yes, I do, but you can ignore them if you try."
"Is hard," she whined.
"I know. I know." I gave her a hug as my thoughts found hers and began to explore her memories. I was doing it. I was an instant telepath with one bite. Like a book being read backwards I saw everything to the time I met her. Past that point things began to get confusing. A glimpse of a face (possibly her maker) and beyond that I got only a flash or two. Nothing to help me figure out who this girl actually was. She held onto me as I kept trying to focus and center myself within. That was a major key to this. Keep your sense of self as your main point of order and the rest worked for you. Anything else and I would probably end up like her.
"Want more?" she asked while offering her arm again.
"No, I am okay, Skippy." I reassured her. My test was in progress now.
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About a week later, it began to fade. Eventually I couldn't manage a clue from Skippy as she flittered about my place trying to be useful. She was my test subject. I wasn't ready (or stupid enough) to try this out on a major set of fangs yet. The idea was already forming in my head. If I got that much just from her, what would I have from a more powerful vampire. Again, this was not a race. It was an experiment to see if this was worth it all. A handy ace card to have depending on the situation. Any organized structure or chain of command to the BT's was destroyed when the vamps took them to war, so finding someone to clue me in on the hows and whys of this was a moot point. Trial and error time, but an error would be dangerous. The rushing high was something I could take or leave. Probably one of the sole advantages I have due to my age. I been down this kind of road before and seen what it could do to people. No, it was a hellava rush, but I would be damned if I turned into one of those slobbering dogs craving a fix.
After that, life went on for a time. I'd do my jobs and come home to find Skippy there. I never locked her in or told her not to leave. She probably felt safe here now. She'd try to be helpful. I gave up on glass ware after awhile. She was sometimes klutzy with simple tasks. I should have simply ditched her after the experiment, but I couldn't. Every so often I would see that 'look' when her mind would come into harmony again for a few moments and the change in her. She was still in there, whoever she is. I let her hang around.
Some have asked me is she my pet now, and that would be a totally skippy thing to even think. Granted, she will do just about anything I ask her to do with no questions, so in a way having a vampire servant has its charms I guess but I try not to abuse her in any way. I think I keep her around as a reminder that having fangs is not always the big magnificent deal most of them think it is. You never hear about the Skippy's out there, only the success stories. My employer is such a success story. Has it all together, works hard, minds her own business (all of this is as far as I know.) but then there are others who really went off the deep end on this and ones who crash and burn and are left to their own devices. Anyone who produces such a obvious 'error' and then turns their back on it is not the superior being they think they are. I have considered it myself. Why lie? There are times I wonder how much worse things could get. All I have to do is look at the girl struggling to figure out how to turn on the TV again and I know.
It all became clear once I managed to drink from her. At first I thought I was going to gag but it all went down smoothly enough. Suddenly, I felt the rush- the real rush- all of them had gone totally crazy over swirl about inside of me. It was hard to describe exactly. Like I was expanding. Suddenly growing in ways most people never manage to do. Absently I licked at Skippy's wounds before sitting back and tried to stay focused.
"You feel better?" she asked me. I couldn't answer at first. Suddenly I felt out of breath, yet ready to run for days all at once. New sensations and concepts suddenly falling into place like pieces into a puzzle I was not aware even existed inside of me. I cocked my head as sounds I was not hearing with my ears began to grow louder. "You hear it too now," She frowned. The girl probably had no clue what a blood thief was but she knew the look I suddenly had on my face now. I was tuning in to the presence of other people's brainwaves. I looked at her now and managed a smile.
"Yes, I do, but you can ignore them if you try."
"Is hard," she whined.
"I know. I know." I gave her a hug as my thoughts found hers and began to explore her memories. I was doing it. I was an instant telepath with one bite. Like a book being read backwards I saw everything to the time I met her. Past that point things began to get confusing. A glimpse of a face (possibly her maker) and beyond that I got only a flash or two. Nothing to help me figure out who this girl actually was. She held onto me as I kept trying to focus and center myself within. That was a major key to this. Keep your sense of self as your main point of order and the rest worked for you. Anything else and I would probably end up like her.
"Want more?" she asked while offering her arm again.
"No, I am okay, Skippy." I reassured her. My test was in progress now.
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About a week later, it began to fade. Eventually I couldn't manage a clue from Skippy as she flittered about my place trying to be useful. She was my test subject. I wasn't ready (or stupid enough) to try this out on a major set of fangs yet. The idea was already forming in my head. If I got that much just from her, what would I have from a more powerful vampire. Again, this was not a race. It was an experiment to see if this was worth it all. A handy ace card to have depending on the situation. Any organized structure or chain of command to the BT's was destroyed when the vamps took them to war, so finding someone to clue me in on the hows and whys of this was a moot point. Trial and error time, but an error would be dangerous. The rushing high was something I could take or leave. Probably one of the sole advantages I have due to my age. I been down this kind of road before and seen what it could do to people. No, it was a hellava rush, but I would be damned if I turned into one of those slobbering dogs craving a fix.
After that, life went on for a time. I'd do my jobs and come home to find Skippy there. I never locked her in or told her not to leave. She probably felt safe here now. She'd try to be helpful. I gave up on glass ware after awhile. She was sometimes klutzy with simple tasks. I should have simply ditched her after the experiment, but I couldn't. Every so often I would see that 'look' when her mind would come into harmony again for a few moments and the change in her. She was still in there, whoever she is. I let her hang around.
Some have asked me is she my pet now, and that would be a totally skippy thing to even think. Granted, she will do just about anything I ask her to do with no questions, so in a way having a vampire servant has its charms I guess but I try not to abuse her in any way. I think I keep her around as a reminder that having fangs is not always the big magnificent deal most of them think it is. You never hear about the Skippy's out there, only the success stories. My employer is such a success story. Has it all together, works hard, minds her own business (all of this is as far as I know.) but then there are others who really went off the deep end on this and ones who crash and burn and are left to their own devices. Anyone who produces such a obvious 'error' and then turns their back on it is not the superior being they think they are. I have considered it myself. Why lie? There are times I wonder how much worse things could get. All I have to do is look at the girl struggling to figure out how to turn on the TV again and I know.