Monday, March 30, 2009

Flash Noir of the Vampire

After the storm, my Big Beautiful Cats... and it was one helluva storm on the tame prairie yesterday, although not near the strength of storms elsewhere in the country, including a tornado down in Mississippi.
This morning the sky gleamed a gorgeous blue, the color it should be, the new color of the Aquarian Age.

Ever experience the room appearing to spin around you? This is a new one for the Kougar. Moi woke up after a couple of hours of sleep, and felt not good. When she opened her eyes, the room circled around her. Talk about weird and scary. Arriving at the conclusion it could be from allergies, given her sinuses had swollen dramatically, moi took a natural anti-inflammatory, and hoped for the best.
Some of the symptoms are still present off and on. However, the sinuses were most affected outside, so allergens it is.
At least, the Kougar can now pen authentically about this strange no-fun symptom.

FLASH NOIR ~ This was author, Roscoe James’ theme for Flash Fiction Sunday at the Liquid Silver SEx blog. Of course, the Kougar always thinks of hard-boiled detective mysteries with the term ‘noir’ ~ such a dark cool posh word, meow!
Purr-dangerous however, after reading the prior flashies ~ check them out Big Kittens *very naughty indeed* ~ the Kougar was inspired to write a vampiric noir.

Zhario of the Dark Server Unit

Zhario sniffed for the acrid bloom of scent that would rapidly lead him to the mutant he hunted. Hunted to extinction. He laughed inside at his own dark humor. He could hear the swine mutant’s heavy tread in a city alleyway, as he searched for prey, preferably a hapless human. But any stray would do. Covered by the night, he swiftly unfurled his great black wings, and launched from the low rooftop. The odor of the mutant had peaked, meaning he’d sighted a victim. Diving, Zhario caught a yellowish flash of the mutant’s tusk. “Cupid, come back here. Cupid, please!”

The woman’s shrill desperate voice would have cut to his heart, if he’d had one. Zhario swooped faster along the alleyway. This wouldn’t be an easy kill now. The mutant loped toward the woman, instead of feeding on her pet. Close enough to the ugly brown brute, Zhario’s fangs snapped out. The woman stood in a pool of neon light, paralyzed by fear, holding her dog tight against her bosom. Focusing on the mutant, he arrowed his flight. Landing on the brute’s back, he sank his clawed fingers into the mutant’s thick greasy hide. Rearing back, he unhinged his mouth.

The woman’s scream bounced through alleyway, eerily echoing. Zhario bit, feeling his dagger-like fangs slide deep into the flesh that served as the mutant’s neck. Greenish blood spurted from a severed vein. Infuriated by what the mutant considered a petty attack that interrupted his dinner, he bucked like a fiend, repeatedly slamming his body against the concrete walls on either side of them, and sending a dumpster flying. Zhario hung on, withdrew his fangs, then sliced them over and over into the mutant’s boar-like strength, shredding his shoulder muscles. The woman shrieked hysterically, as if she could stop their battle.

Stabbing his fangs beneath the mutant’s pig ear, Zhario found his artery, and ripped through it. Squealing horribly, the brute grabbed his neck with his pork-steak hand, trying to stop his blood from spurting like an angry fountain. Unerringly, Zhario slipped forth his enchanted knife, and dealt the death blow. The mutant disappeared beneath him. At the same time, the woman and her dog were suspended in the sorcery vortex. He had to decide what to do with her. A full mind wipe was impossible. She’d witnessed too much, and the horror was embedded in her psyche. He felt it.

Zhario stopped dead in his tracks. Funny, he thought, since he was dead to the human world. Her resemblance to his first love was uncannily similar. His loins lurched. Hellblade, his whole body lurched toward her, and wanted. Savagely wanted and tenderly wanted. His mind wanted to believe it was her, even though rational thought told him different. It was the woman’s face that reached in, grabbing his soul, and gripping his aching hungry balls. Stone-rot, he couldn’t leave her here to endure a lifetime of nightmares. She’d probably end up in a mental institution, drugged into a constant fog.

Stepping forward in a move he knew he would come to fiercely regret, especially since it was against the Dark Server code, Zhario wrapped her inside his wings. She awakened as he levitated them upwards. To halt the scream surging up her throat, he kissed her, hard at first, then more forcefully as her lips responded. He wondered if it was just her instinctive reaction to his kiss, or if she truly felt a sudden passion claim her, as he wanted to claim her. Barely, he heard her dog ferociously growl at him. Hellblood, Victoria waited for him. Now what?

Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 92 ~

Sylva paid close attention to Zeke’s words with Martha. “Uncle Adam?” she inquired, once they moved to the front door, ornate with frosted glass and curlicues. “My mother’s older brother. Martha is his second wife.” Opening the door, he escorted her onto a large platform porch, and down the four steps to the broad sidewalk gleaming from the lantern lights. The night had its own deep mysterious smell here. Several odors drifted around her, first horses, then the food being cooked, the fragrances mingling with the lovely-scented blooms. And the faint odor of cigar smoke. “Who is Royce?” she asked.

Zeke tenderly fondled his bride’s hand between his hands. “Jealous, when he gets a long look at you, darlin’.” She paused, peering at him, one brow arched. “Royce is my cousin. He’s rough around the edges, so don’t take any offense. It’s likely we’ll run into him tonight. He always hankers after a no-holds-barred celebration, especially when the women are present.” Zeke rumbled a laugh of remembrance. “Get enough liquor in him and he’ll ride the mechanical bull just to please the ladies. Normally you can’t get him near one. Despises ‘em. He’s the Champion Bull rider ‘round these parts.”
Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 91 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the
Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
Wednesday, Bekki blogged about using the right words in a romance.
Monday, Lindsay penned a fabulous blog on ‘hair’ on romance novels ~ the Crowning glory ~
Friday, By George, Whatever Next! ~Posted by Francesca Prescott ~
For the next part of the Never-Ending Story ~ ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ ~

Let FREEDOM ring. Let every VOICE be heard! NO! Internet Two. Resistance is victory.

Happy Age of Aquarius
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Flash noir kiss from the Kougar...

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