When last we left off with our vampires Marie was thinking how light doesn’t hurt them. They don’t glitter like TV vamps do, well, not all of them, some are more old fashioned than others and still burst into flame at the slightest hint of sun, but nowadays light isn’t an issue. What should they do, not so much that, how should the storyline follow in the movies, oh, with the filming? They’ve got Nathan; there will be others, “Plenty of bad guys in the world. Kind of like recycling – finding other uses, possibly transforming some… a few, as we play vampires, though actually vampires pretending to be actors playing vampires. Victor, Victoria, a man playing a woman playing a man who’s playing a woman or was it unprecedented woman playing a man… no, that’s not unprecedented. That was done on ancient Greek stage… too complicated.” She thought of studying sub-derivations in college. “Huh… how low can you go… how far before you reach the edge of the paper?”
The next best thing would be to have daywalkers but introduce it as normal. No more drama of whose blood would transform them, no fighting over who should be chosen, simple these times sun doesn’t matter. That leaves it open for background flashback leading up to something climatic.
What does it mean to not taste death? Was it referring to becoming a vampire? Marie couldn’t help but wonder, in fact she thought about it a lot. In reality they tasted death, were dead, brought people to death but she was alive, well, felt more alive than she ever had. Was it that through transforming she was snatched from human death? Is that what it meant? She didn’t become an animal with four legs. She was still human. It was maddening. She thought of her aunt, when she was sick and very much prepared to die.
As people age they are at peace with dying. Marie was sitting with her holding her hand and crying. “Don’t you worry about me” she’d said. “Let me go home.” She wondered where she was moving on to. Where going home was. Even as a kid she used to wonder “what if we lived to see centuries pass?” Jeff and Christof had. For Marie it was all new.
“Our philosopher pondering the meaning of life after death, death after life or the living dead after life and the living. No, that’d make us zombies. There’re no such things as zombies. That’s fiction.” Christof laughed to himself as Marie shot him daggers. “You’ve plenty of time to think. Keep a journal. Follow how you think over time. It’ll be interesting to see what you learn, what changes. It might make an interesting book. See how many authors you can become over the centuries. It’d make you happy seeing time in that light, you know, keep you from tasting death.”
“Light” she exhaled. “Light doesn’t hurt us. That’s fiction too.”
They had a friend who worked in the kitchen. “Of course they did, how else could this work…
You had to have known, at least suspected there’d be a friend, a fellow vampire or sympathetic bystander to create the Steak Tar tare keeping it on the raw side or pan seared dripping bloody – vampires don’t eat food per se, of course; if there can be some that glitter in the sun rather than burn up we can have ‘em dining out” he said looking directly into the camera but the director didn’t say cut. He let it keep rolling figuring the directness would appeal to the audience like in older films but how effective would it be? Would they appreciate the banter? Hopefully. Maybe another promo to win a cameo on a Jeff Conrad movie could draw others like Nathan in. It’s not so hard to separate worthy from undesirables. Eh, it was something to do… for now. They had forever. Who can fathom ‘forever’? Even with a few centuries in, not yet.
Conveniently there were a chef and waiter who had always been helpful. They were seated, ordered and their meals were brought…
“What… the steak?” Everyone laughed as Marie and Christof walked toward Jeff. “How did you like it?” “Very believable.” Jeff poured the three of them wine from a decanter. “Thanks Nathan. What a good actor he turned out to be.” They gave knowing laughs as glasses were raised. “Your fangs!” Marie cozied up to Jeff, Christof moved close in behind. “You’ll break another one and cut yourself.” “Blood is blood.” “Where do you come up with these storylines? I can’t imagine only animals…” Jeff covered her mouth with his.
“Guess he shouldn’t have blamed us for his murder”. “Yeah, always know your opponent… or victims in this case.” “Research is important…” They kept appearing then vanishing, appearing then vanishing as vampires do corralling him but he was too busy running for his life to realize it. “What do they call this these days, shimmering?” “Love it! Wish I could’ve pulled this off before. I spent a good part of my life doing an awful lot of running. This would’ve been an incredible skill to have when a patient codes. Being there immediately. Saving more lives…maybe.” He was heading toward an opening that lead into woods not that it would’ve helped him. “Oh, should pay better attention.” “I was.” He shimmered to the point the murderer was going to turn to run. “No you don’t. Going somewhere?” He collapsed to the ground.
“Now would be good a time as any.”
“Just a nibble like a mouse. You’ll be staying at my house.” She bit into his neck just enough to make a difference in his life… or you could say death. He would then be compelled to stay within the boundaries they set as they populated it with others just like him, you know, of his kind. “Who is this guy anyway?” Marie pulled his wallet out of the inner pocket of his very crumpled and torn jacket. “Nathan. Nathan Mastracchio. Cosa Nostra Nathan?” Her voice became soft as if speaking absent minded, “Cosa Nostra turned slayer. In either case not any more.” She handed it to Christof. He pulled out a considerable wad. “A night on the town dear? Bat mode or shimmer?” They stood outside their favorite pizzeria. “Bat mode! I’m tired of bumping into things…”
Arm in arm they entered the restaurant.
Prompt 3: An awful lot of running.
Prompt 5: No you don’t
Writercookie April Challenge
“Have you considered murder?” “Why murder? I can leave them alive in the state of what they fear and hate then make popcorn sit back and watch the show. Will they create more of their kind, kill themselves because they are now one of ‘those monsters’, or jump on the bandwagon thanks to the thirst? Place your bets. How many will voluntarily wait for the sunrise to set themselves free? I mean, murder, how barbaric!”
They both laughed. Living on animal blood, minding their business, traveling, enjoying afterlife, then a nut job, some slayer descendent shows up, kills a human and blames them. Did he know what they were? He turned out to be a murderer who concocted a story. Talk about tough breaks.
“I think we should bring them to the island and put a boundary around it they can’t cross. Only vampires, no human blood, and we can observe… from a safe distance.”
Grinning he pulled her close. She’d been a brilliant doctor when she was alive. Poisoned by a colleague, comatose he’d found her. He’d hoped she’d be able to help him.
As it turned out she was…
Prompt: Have you considered murder?