“Is it really like that when you die?”
We were watching the Book Of Life. In the land of the dead there is more life and celebration than when people are alive especially on the Day Of The Dead.
“I don’t know sweetie.”
I was going to say that no one has ever come back to tell anyone about what happens at the same time flashing back to when I saw my grandfather after he’d passed. Was it a dream? Certainly wasn’t what my definition of a vision was in those days. I walked into a luncheonette and he was sitting at a booth. I almost walked past suddenly recognizing him. He had his head down chuckling like he did when he was playing a joke. I got excited and teary never expecting to see him again overwhelmed he’d come to see me and he frowned as if I were being absurd. I guess I was. He loved me. Should I ever have doubted it? He looked good, young and healthy. I think I hugged him. The same thing happened with my grandmother. She was on a sidewalk on a street like we lived in Yonkers, residential homes in a row shaded by trees. She was in a dress like she’d worn when she was younger wearing a pair of shoes with stacked heels. How could I have known? I was no more than an infant if that. I might not have even been a thought yet. She walked briskly, looked so healthy and in great shape. There were other relatives. They all looked good completely free of pain. Not in any of that had anyone talked about what happens or where they’d been hanging out these days. No tunnels, no lights, no voices calling, besides, I was still alive.
He spoke before I could offer an explanation, as if, or an insight.
“Well when you die you’ll have to take your iPad.”
“Do you want me to send you pictures?”
He became quiet watching all that went on.
“Your iPad will have to die too.”
“So I can send a message then?”
“Yes you can tell me.”
An interesting array of movies to watch. The first about a psycho newlywed husband who tried to keep his new bride prisoner on an island. Ok. Then one set on an Hawaiian island with a lot of emotion, healing, bratty drama, and a handsome island man who didn’t get the girl because she decided to stay with her husband… yadda, yadda, eh. Then it was Wolf Town opening set in the 49ers era. Someone is attacked by a wolf, will s/he transform? It jumps to present day with 4 young people taking a road trip back to the now ghost town. The wimpy kid college student sees a wolf. They gaze into each other’s eyes but no attack. Maybe wimps make wimpy werewolves. What else is there to think? His friend stomps off after disagreeing about why they are there, no one believes he saw a wolf anyway, and gets attacked. They carry him to the car but wolves have eaten the ignition and took the purse with the cell. Smarty werewolves? There’s always hope. They drag him back and huddle for safety. Cut to a full moon, howling, and anticipation that the friend will join the pack, possibly eat his friends but nothing happens. Another guy’s chest gets torn to shreds leaving wimpy and the girl whose leg had gotten chewed but she’s ok otherwise. Will both mutilated guys just become wolves then? Will the first kid who died become a wolf but help the others to escape? Mystical music sounds but still no werewolf or wolf action. The angry wolves don’t want people in their town we learn – don’t ask. After all the high intelligence they’re dumb enough to follow the wimpy kid into the building with the dynamite and get themselves blown up, well; all but the one wolf who didn’t attack anyone. He’s a presence while the pack creates mayhem. Wimpy and the girl begin to limp into the sunset, cross paths with the wolf, then turn to go separate ways. “Why doesn’t he attack us” she asks. “He just wants his town back, he doesn’t want to hurt us” wimpy says.
Well, my hopes were dashed…
…. my grandson is here so there can be nothing too graphic, sensual, or generally give-you-nightmares scary. Hmm… there go my favorites… but not all of them. The Littlest Vampire will do it nicely.
I’ll be plugging it in in a moment.
How bright the sun… the sun!
Better close those blinds…
And sometimes it’s not about vampires at all. Or it could be… nah, that’s repeating myself. Scratch ‘or it could be’. Ok.
“Horror always has sad endings” or at least that’s what the horror book said to the little boy. I watched a horror movie earlier yesterday and it did have a sad ending although evil was defeated. Clairvoyant, well more than that and our hero’s girlfriend survived the shooting we thought, but he sees dead people and saw her. He knew but he couldn’t acknowledge, couldn’t face it until friends, good friends like family stopped by and woke him. He’d been staying at her house and they’d been living, laughing, loving together, then he saw her as she was blood dripping from her wounds and my heart broke for him. He had to move on without her but a couple of the last lines stuck out that she believed life is a boot camp, we have to persevere through the obstacles and hardships to earn the way to the next life but he thought the training is sometimes unnecessarily painful.
True enough… sometimes…
On a roll with horror I watched a second one that had an honest-to-goodness happy ending. Evil was defeated, the family lived and the wrap-up was if we stick together, we can get through anything. Sappy, but after what had been going on and the way especially when it comes to evilness and you think it’s over it’s not over yet leaving us exhausted with no relief in sight by the end of the credits, I felt good, you know, glad they made it and what evil was trying to get a hold on it was deprived of.
It’s about time love won out.
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.”
“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?
“Dig if you will a picture, of you and I engaged in a kiss. The sweat of your body covers me…” Never’ve been a big fan of Prince, but that song will always bring a smile. Why? You’ll never be old enough to know. Can’t say I shouldn’t have because I did. I’d wondered if it could happen to me, if I could have a fling and something to smile about should we pass each other and say good morning. I needed it. What followed was disastrous but this was before all that. I was satisfied to let it go. He wouldn’t. Why do men have to possess, own, conquer? Fool! Not me, I actually had it together. That’s ok, though it’s not ok, but what I mean is when I hear that song I can still feel that morning, standing on the back porch thinking, feeling the sweat of my body covering him, watching the cold and mist rising off the ground that refreshed, the heightened sense of awareness, of sight, the clarity of sound each time I played it feeling it inside me. Did he tell me to stop? I don’t think I cared. He might have made a comment but it fell away. I was new and done with it.
… marveling at man’s insistence at controlling a prehistoric animal. Four movies’ worth and he doesn’t learn similar to CEOs who just know their brand of embezzling is the winner and they won’t wind up in prison right up until s/he winds up in prison – remember when that was trending, from death, destruction, getting eaten, no surprise our taxes keep going up from all the damage, to someone training them through respecting them, possibly the key to making friends with raptors in particular getting to ride a dirt bike among them managing not to get eaten causing you to wonder is this finally the end? Can we stop making these movies now? The other cause for wonder is why the pterodactyl chills in a confined area instead of multiplying all over the earth destroying mankind. Out of everyone, they’re the ones who can leave the island.
But I love them, these movies, along with watching those educated Great Whites that terrorize a family even though each time the perpetrator – Great White in question – is blown to bits. Must be a family of sharks avenging the death of the last one lost, like when a Slayer dies another girl awakens as the Slayer. It’s her turn now. Vampires beware.
Who can resist franchise without end? Amen.