Saturday, October 25, 2008

Almost Kissed by the Vampyre...

Good late evening, my Beautiful Big Cats, it’s turned cold and wet on the Kougar’s tame prairie. And this year has brought a bumper crop of not only apples, but of hedge apples ~ those large bright green bumpy lumpy globes *are they actually a fruit?* ~ which are reported to ward off the evil cockroach if placed within the house. Thus, that possibility had the Kougar collecting a few of them, then rolling them toward the front door in a game moi is calling ~ Hedge Apple Bowling for Fun and Dollars.
Ah...and another deep insightful thought...a sarcastic yowling *yeah*...from the Kougar. Hey, you could be better off bitten by a Vampire, than being conned by the Blood Suckers of Wall Street, the Banker Bailout and the Federal Reserve. That is, if your blood wasn’t completely drained and you gained eternal life, thus, without any need for health insurance. Yep, instead of having the life blood of your money, your Cd’s, your 401 K’s, and your pension sucked dry ~ you could be sucking dry those who would be sucking you dry...bloody justice? Meow and flashing show of Kitty fangs, novels have been written for lesser reasons.
Roar and artistic romantic score, my Big Cover Art Loving Cats, take a swift stroll over to ~ ~ and check out Denise’s new cover art. Flaming fantasy gorgeous. And! She has a fabulous interview with the cover artist, JAMES GRIFFIN ~ ~
Yes, a purr of author contentment, the Kougar is making good progress on her contracted WIP, and received another contract today. The big bite pressure is on! Tail slashing and roarrroorr...
Hmmm, talk about writing inspiration...maybe, it should be Tails from the Crypto Critters, instead of Tales from the Crypt. Last night on Coast-to-Coast am, there was a fascinating report by Linda Moulton Howe, on the eye witness account of Thunderbirds, Pterodactyls and Bird Men...yep, not large birds the size of a man, like a giant owl, but face-to-face encounters with a creature who had the face, chest, arms and legs of a man, but with talons for feet and wings the width of a, meow about goosebumps...the Kougar is forced to wonder how many of these Crypto Critters sneak out on Halloween because...well, who would notice...maybe...

Just for the Big Cool Cats ~ the latest revision and continuation of the Kougar’s wip ~ Arrival...

"Beware, the Bloodsuckers," Kristyn dramatically intoned . The latest news about Wall Street’s plunge straight toward hell streamed across the top of her computer’s monitor. On the TV, in the background, Conan O’brien posed, shook his red hair like a rooster on steroids, and paraded for the approving squawk of his audience.
Once the website had fully loaded, Kristyn, middle-aged unpublished writer, blinked in sheer disbelief as she read and clicked. Leaning forward, she stared closer at her 19" screen. Not only with disbelief. A rabid curiosity seized her. The ink-black and blood-red, graphic-impressive site all about vampyres was definitely a spooky thrill, and highly informative, and had certainly aided her research for the erotic romance story she’d just started. But...omygawd...
"Can’t be real," she muttered. Hunching forward, a bad habit, Kristyn squinted her eyes as she often did, since she was near-sighted. And her eyeglasses only caused dizziness. "Stranger than fiction," she muttered again, amusing herself as she re-read the advertisement written in old-fashioned font on a parchment scroll. "There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of...Shakespeare," she murmured.
Eagerly desired: Those humans who wish to be cherished
while performing the invaluable service of feeding our visiting
galactic brethren, the Translexion Vampyres, who arrive to
battle the gathered Dark Forces, and also arrive to assist us
in bringing forth the enlightened progress of Earth.
May It Be Blessed So
Shaking her head slightly, she read over the advertisement once again – scrutinizing for anything that could tell her if this was a hoax, just for scary fun – or for real. Bizarre real. An avid listener to Coast-to-Coast AM, Kristyn had studied paranormal subjects and the metaphysical most of her life. She kept an open mind to any possibility, no matter how weird or far-out – part of her nature ever since she could recall. Besides, she had her own tried and true intuitive abilities.
Nothing with vampyres though. She wasn’t into the whole Hollywood bloodsucker horror thing. Although a gory red-running feed on the golden parachute CEO’s, and on the spa-luxuriating executives who’d just been bailed out by the tax payer...well, there was a movie she’d cheer for, and watch.
Suddenly something sizzled in the pit of her stomach.
"Wow," Kristyn whispered. Sitting back a bit, she blinked several times and wondered how many ‘humans’ had bitten, then been bitten – ha, ha. How many had already decided to be ‘cherished’. Only those who liked vampire dress-up, got off on blood drinking – obsessed over the whole tall, dark and vamp mystique?
"Maybe it’s just a publicity stunt for some upcoming movie project."
Scrolling down, she read the cautionary warning.
Be fairly warned. Those humans who chose this path
will have chosen a journey that cannot be undone.
Search your soul, your heart, your mind and spirit,
dearest one. Think from the deepest recesses of your being –
if this journey belongs to you. Before you speak these
ancient upon ancient words. Before you promise yourself
in the service of this sacred binding spell.
Tingling eerily, Kristyn slowly read the words of the spell, that if spoken aloud would bind one in service agreement to a Translexion Vampyre. However they were different from home-grown Earth vampyres? She shrugged. She certainly had no clue.
"It’s in english, how ‘real’ can it be?" she muttered to herself. Should she speak the words out loud? Her perverse wild streak duked it out with her ultra-careful wary side.
More eeriness shivered through her. Last evening’s vivid scene played in her mind. When the hellishness of her life had, once again, overcome her. And she’d insanely shouted – she might as well let a vampire suck her blood, kill her – words she’d never spoken before, never even thought of before. She’d morosely included that if a guillotine was close by, she’d use it. Since a fast falling slice of a blade had to be a fairly quick death.
At the time, she’d meant her words.
After her desperate explosion against the terrible hell of her life, she’d considered how odd it was, she’d yelled about feeding a vampire – given she was the scream or faint-at-the-sight of gushing blood kind of woman. In the past the very thought of being fed on was abhorrent, icky, nauseating... disgusting. Except she’d been researching romance novel vampire heroes – and then there was the whole Buffy and Angel thing...the fantasy just too good. Too wickedly enticing...
Locking her fingers, Kristyn stretched upwards. She kept her gaze focused on the ‘sacred spell’. Eventually releasing the long stretch, she sighed down to her worn-out soul. Truth-to-tell, she was tired of thinking ‘anything’ and ‘everything’ through to the nth degree in her life. Tired down to her fifty-something bones.
She spoke the spell. Added a dramatic flourish.
She waited. Silently.
On the television screen former Captain Kirk entertained a squeamish Conan with reality, how he collected stud sperm. And life, the dull hellish horror it was, moved forward...unceasing in its torture.
Summoning up Coast-to-Coast AM on internet streamlink, she turned off the tv, then continued her non-existent writing career.
Arrival..., the webmail was titled. Relenting to her curiosity, she opened it, though usually most webmail moved straight into cyber delete.
Your journey on beloved Earth begins anew, our dear one. Who you seek in sacred incantation, the Vampyre you have summoned, arrives...
"Too creepy," she murmured. Shivers began, then rapidly escalated to nasty goose bumps.
To most you may be one person, to me you are my cherished world...the masculine whisper invaded her mind. Instantly Kristyn felt shrouded in deepest darkest shadow.
Not moving, holding her breath, Kristyn waited, half-expecting her lights to flicker off, and her computer screen to go blank. Then, she’d be left in total darkness, at the mercy of...a vampire? Her stomach tightened painfully. What now?
Do not be afraid, I await you now.
Stalker? Was someone just outside her window? The blood pounded in her ears, a roaring empty sound. Unlikely, since she was out in the middle of cattle country. Still, psychos could be anywhere at anytime. And this was precisely why she never watched horror movies. Fear stabbed you in the heart way before the knife plunged repeatedly into the terrorized victim’s chest.
‘Do not be afraid’, how insane was that? Kristyn quaked inside at the thought of what she would hear next, and from the words she’d heard before. Those words had been oddly powerful, definitely unique. And poetic. Yes, she had heard whoever, whatever. That she didn’t doubt. Whether it was someone outside her window, whether it was actual telepathy, or if the government spooks were playing cruel Halloween games, using their cell tower thought-implanting technology...she didn’t know.
The real eeriness, the one haunting her down to her bones, was how similar the words were to the ones she’d seen on the Vampire website.
Clicking the mute button on the media player, she focused on listening, while cold shivers chased each other up and down her spine. Waiting, she heard only the loud whoosh of her own breath as she released it, then the fast drumming beat of her heart. Weapons, she needed a weapon.
Too bad she never ordered that cattle prod. And she didn’t have a gun. Not that a cattle prod or a gun actually worked to stop a vampire. Wooden stake...maybe, there was on out in the old barn. Silver bullet...yeah, in this bad economy silver was too damn scarce for bullets, anyway. Garlic...the organic garlic powder out in the kitchen. But, what did she do? Sprinkle it on him? Before he took that first bite?
Suddenly, the shrill yip-yip of hunting coyotes burst into the silence, coming from the north pasture behind her. As the pack moved closer, closing in on what they hunted, probably an unlucky rabbit, the sharp wild yips escalated in sound. Her nerves rattled to an unbearable pitch, she shook her head, trying to calm herself.
Rising slowly and silently, half-frozen with fear, she moved toward the window. Willing her hand not to shake, she finally pulled back the makeshift curtain. The chase sounds of the coyotes gradually faded, then ceased altogether.
I await you in the full light of the blazing orange moon. Come to me, Kristyn.
Where? Her mind asked the question sarcastically, before any common sense had kicked in. Shut up, she told herself, then peeked out the window like a certified idiot. It was the wrong window to see anything. Sure, like she was going to go back and look out the bathroom window, where the nearly full moon’s brightness lit up the western pasture.
Hell, how hard was her heart pounding? Her chest hurt. "That’s all I need, is a heart attack," she whispered. "Well, hell, if I die, he can bring me back to being undead."
For a moment of relief, Kristyn tried to smile, and be amused by her own dry humor. She failed.
Come to me, my treasured woman. I stand near your double doors. I await your beauty.
You have a big wait. I am not beautiful.
Stunned by the thought she might be mind-talking with Someone, she dropped the curtain, and spun around. That’s when it struck. A lightning bolt out of the blue. Or, in her case, a bolt out the star-sprinkled black sky. Because suddenly, she battled the terrible urge to head back to her bedroom, walk to the back doors, open them...
Stop it! she ordered herself. Damn, I feel like Jello.
Oh yeah, calling 911 would work now, she told herself. Great idea. Sure. If she was actually mind-speaking with a Svengali-like vampire...if he was bloodthirsty, it would be all over, including the screaming shouts.
Damn! My heart feels like it’s stuck in my throat.
I promise our first bite together will not be painful, my Kristyn. Come tome, You will not regret your choice.
Like I would trust a vampire....if you are a vampire.
I am your Vampire, my beauteous Kristyn.
Leave, she commanded. Why not? God, she prayed, ‘a little help here. No, a lot of help!
I have arrived for you, my Kristyn. Let the moonlight bless our union.
She froze inside. Yet her feet were still moving, since a strange compulsion used her bloodstream like a race track. Antifreeze, she thought. Only it’s poisonous. Archangel Michael, protection here, please.
Her entire body continued moving, despite her repeated orders to herself to stop.
I don’t want moonlight, she desperately spoke in her mind.
Open the door, Krystin. I await you. I await our life together.
Life? Aren’t you undead? God, help her, she was talking to a vampire, real or not. How insane was that? Even if she did believe in the possibility, even if she felt utterly possessed, with a drug-like need to open her back door. Unable to control herself, she gripped the knob, began turning. Oh, God, no.
Yes, Kristyn. Come kiss me in the moonlight.
Resisting, she clenched her teeth, and concentrated on halting her hand from fully turning the knob. Sensations like a stormwind swept through her flesh, and she opened the door.
"God, no," she whispered. Just before she stepped outside, then stared into the darkness. Nothing seemed amiss. The blaze of moonlight bathed the trees close to her, and made the pasture, beyond them, appear luminous.
After several moments, she began to heave a sigh of relief. Rustling. Slowly, fear razoring through her middle, she turned her head. Her heart hitched to painful halt, then pounded rapidly.
A man stood like a silhouette on the edge of her gravel drive, across the large yard. Tall, with an appearance of elegance, the ends of his long hair slightly stirred in the gentle gusts of wind. His cape, which ended at mid-calf, also billowed slightly. She felt the urge to blink, yet her eyes seemed to be stuck open.

Almost Vampyre kissed from the Kougar...

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