Sunday Is for Vampire: Eggs And Mama Lupe’s

 

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.

 

 

 

Sunday Is For Vampire: You Just Never Know

It’s midnight madness movies at 3 a.m. Hercules this time and as I watch the all too familiar scene that for years I thought was a female stunt double driving the chariot it occurs to me it’s not a woman but a man, a man in a wig. In fact as I focus I’m certain the features, the face is much too strong, that it is definitely a man’s face in charge of those runaway horses who brings the chariot to the edge of the cliff struggling not to plunge into the sea beneath as Hercules grabs an entire tree, roots and all with that mystical-spooky music playing implying he’s not like everyone else, and throws it in front of the charging beasts saving the damsel, the female actress, in distress. Of course it’s been her the whole time the close up tells us as she collapses into a graceful faint. I get that same sensation, that excitement-warmth I felt as a young girl watching Steve Reeves, when WOR-TV had Sunday movie marathons and Hercules, Hercules Unchained, Jason and the Argonauts, Sons of Hercules, et al would play again, again, and again. I could shut the television, have Sunday dinner, put it back on and possibly watch from where I’d left off because the movie was playing one more time. TV was free, granted there were commercial interruptions but for these things they were limited, and there was always excellent programming, movie marathons being one of my favorites. Nowadays we pay a fortune and there’s never anything good on, or we’re paying big money to watch that one station not included with a basic cable package.

I feel an espresso coming on right after this fit of sneezing stops. I’m dusting today, no two ways about it.

Sunday Is For Vampire – Good Fellows

 

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.

 

Maybe…

 

 

Sunday Is For Vampire: The Secret

 

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.”

Sunday Is For Vampire

 

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…

 

“Cut!”

 

“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.

 

 

Sunday Is For Vampire

 

“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.

 

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Prompt 3: An awful lot of running.

Prompt 5: No you don’t

 

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Sunday Is For Vampire

 

“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…

 

 

 

 

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Prompt: Have you considered murder?