Here's a piece of writing I bet you guys didn't expect to see today... a short snippet of writing I did this morning for Vampire Idol Rewrite. I wrote a little in a few different WIPs. I randomly happened across this one and felt the need to add to it, so I did!
A little moment between Nane and Liz... in the POV of Nane...
“Take all the time you need,” I finally said, voice tight with emotion. “I’m… for what it’s worth, I am sorry. That I couldn’t-” She made a choking sound and I stopped. The statement was probably too tough for her to hear again, so I paused only a moment before whispering that I was sorry and quickly walking away to leave her to her own thoughts and feelings. I could never understand how she felt, but I wasn’t sure if that made it worse or better for her.
Vampire Idol Rewrite Chapter 1: Elizabeth’s History
Words: 947
This is just a bit of background about Liz’s life before she met Nane. (: enjoy!
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When I was younger, I was… aimless. I had no real goals, no real ambitions. I didn’t really care enough about life to have any. After all, I literally had forever to come up with it. As long as I didn’t piss off some human that decided to become a hunter or huntress, I was A-okay. When I was younger, I tended to keep to myself, keep quiet, keep my head down. I know, laughable, right?
I wasn’t exactly the type to kill if it wasn’t totally necessary. I would kill to feed for a couple of days… or I’d kidnap to feed longer… I was constantly moving. I really wish that vampires had the abilities that they do in the books or movies and were able to teleport or turn into bats… hell, if I could become a bat, that would be amazing in so many ways.
However, the universe in the real world has not been so kind to my kind. We cannot teleport, cannot turn into any species other than humans. In fact, the only things that separate us from our lesser kind are our super strength as humans call it and our night sight… and, of course, our immortality. Oh, and who can forget the thirst for blood?
Vampire shows like to act like we need the sustenance in order to survive. I laugh at that. We actually don’t need anything. We don’t need food, don’t need blood. But we rather like blood. I’ve heard humans turned vampires talk about it… when they were humans they thought it was so gross to like blood but they thought it was really cool that vampires drank it. However, when you become vampires… it becomes a craving. One that’s difficult to ignore. It becomes something that whispers in your ear when you try to sleep and it won’t stop until you fulfill its whispering wishes.
That said, yes vampires will burst into ashes in the sun. However, it isn’t instantaneously. You do have time to get the fuck out of dodge, but not long. I’ve timed it before. It really depends on how pure of blood you are. Pureblood vampires tend to burst to flames within a couple of seconds, if not shorter. Those that were born human tend to have more like 5-6 seconds before they start flaming up. Those that have more powerful vampire blood, ironically, tend to burst into flames the quickest. I think I once timed a vampire bursting up after 2 seconds. I think that’s the quickest I’ve ever found. But once you catch flame, it cannot be put out. So once you’ve caught flame, you may as well scream your goodbyes between your squeals of agony.
When I was a teenager, I knew this young vampire. She was born of a family that was known for how powerful their family was. She was the youngest vampire I’d ever known to die. She burst into flames within a couple of seconds of being in the sun. She had stared up at the bright ball of light for too long, enchanted by its rays of warmth. She basked in that warmth for a little too long… and next thing you knew, I was gathering her ashes for her parents. All for naught, by the way. They ended up scattering them on the road just as some humans were driving by. Spat out about how dumb she was for standing in the sun for so long, in spite their warnings… that little girl was only about 4 or 5 years old. Her parents were fucked. I never looked at them the same after that.
I grew stronger… and more vicious. At least, that’s what I’m told. When I was young, I didn’t care for killing. It was just… so unnecessary. There were better, more efficient ways to get blood, but as I got older, the calling to kill, to feed… it became louder and more vivid. It started filling my head and I couldn’t ignore it so easily.
I think I was 13 when I had my first killing. It was a girl I went to school with. By the way, most of my kind would go to vampire-only schools, but since I was so peaceful, my parents allowed me to go to a human school. That said… that didn’t last that long. I mean, yes… it lasted from when I was about 6 until I was 13, but… well, some people last their entire adolescence going to a human’s school… my parents didn’t want any charges pressed against them, though, so they forced me to go to a vampire school. Kids would look at me like you just had your first kill? There would be mockery in their eyes. I didn’t like that too much.
So I became more… amenable to the idea of killing for fun, not just by accident. The girl that took me to my first intentional hunt was the girl that taught me how to kill the way I enjoy. She was the first vampire, the only vampire, I knew that enjoyed drinking blood out of the skulls of her victims. She would cut off their heads and skin it, tossing the skin aside until all she had left was a blood-soaked skull and she would work it like a woodworker working with wood… until it became the cup she wanted, and then she would enjoy a nice “glass” of blood. It was… it was fascinating. And I couldn’t stop being awed every time I saw her do it. And eventually, I picked it up myself.
Funny that I was the one that became famous for this… preference.
Okay, so first of all, gotta do the thank yous, so thank you to @ettawritesnstudies & @thewalkingnerdx (haven’t heard anything from you in forever!! Hope you’ve been well) for the tags ^_^
Here’s my last line which I JUST wrote (yes, I’m working more on the VI rewrite because I’ve been super into it lately):
“How ready for death are you?” I asked quietly, tone less curious and more answering her fears without flat-out answering them.
In case you couldn’t tell, I’m still writing about Nane not giving two shits about anything after his fight with Elizabeth because I lost focus last night before I could finish this scene. xD;;
Okay, so I get to use my new taglist! :D so here are the people I’m tagging to play:
As you’ve probably gathered by now, Nane and I are... very close. We’re not romantic in any way, since he isn’t into anyone like that, but... we are as close as close can get. The entire world ships us together, and even thinks we are together... all of my relationships are total secrets...
That’s why the day that I realized I fell for him, I knew I was doomed. I wanted what I could never have, and I had to delve into something else before I drowned in my feelings for him.
So instead, I quickly dove into liquor. There was perhaps a couple of years (perhaps a little longer) that I was getting stupid drunk on a nightly basis. He began to get worried about me. Said it was unlike me to delve into substances like that.
And fuck if his concern and attention to detail about my life and current state of mind didn’t make it harder to look the other way...
To say that I still love him would but an understatement. However, to say that I’ve learned to cope... well, that would be an overstatement but only because it’s a constant journey, learning to be best friends with the love of your life who will never, ever reciprocate those feelings for you.
Especially when you have to keep up a persona of cool attachment when the world is looking which... is always.
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Clean (I had to search like 5 WIPs for this word xD) - HD 2.0
“Don’t, Trevor. I’m disappointed. You get to clean up the kitchen tonight and no tv for a week.” I’m a little confused what taking away my television privileges is supposed to do to deter me from doing that again, but I don’t argue. It’s better to be punished with something that I don’t care about for something that really wasn’t completely my fault than to be punished with something that would actually punish me.
Blue - Love Never Lasts (The Fall of the Sirens, novella 1)
You see, I fell in love with a girl of the ocean. Even her eyes were deep and blue like the ocean’s depths. She had a smile that would melt the coldest heart and eyes that were full of wonder, like a cat or a new baby. It was like she was seeing the world with new eyes…
Fly[ing] - Humanity’s Demon (original)
One or two other kids started crying too as Demonic started pushing the merry-go-round. Harder, harder. Suddenly they realized they pushed too hard and the kids started flying all over the place.
Sun - Vampire Idol Rewrite
That said, yes vampires will burst into ashes in the sun. However, it isn’t instantaneously. You do have time to get the fuck out of dodge, but not long. I’ve timed it before.
Scar[red] - The Origin of the Magick Shoppe
They have an eye that’s clouded and scarred. The other eye is bright red, filled with bloodlust and looking proud of their work. There is a grin pasted to their mouth and I am filled with rage and shock. I stare silently at them, too shocked to be able to get any words to leave my mouth.
The second person that tagged me in one of these was @thewalkingnerdx! Thank youuu!
The words were: sand, turn, worn, best, and whistle
Sand - A Lesbian Love Story (LLS)
I could barely walk. Heels in the sand when my legs felt like jell-o was a bad choice.
Turn[ed] - Vampire Idol (original)
He smiled and turned toward her, taking the straw from her mouth and taking a drink himself from the same straw. Everyone cheered louder. It was so loud, but that was what drove them, that was what motivated them in this life.
Worn
So Death Has a Face Novel popped up for this but then when I clicked on it and searched in the doc itself nothing popped up so I guess worn is a ghost-word. xD
Best - Death Has a Face Novel
“You’re a jealous best friend,” I reply simply. She stares at me, then her eyes narrow dangerously.
Whistle
Only my RP docs showed up for this word, so N/A
I tried and basically succeeded in doing a different WIP for each word. :D some of these were surprisingly difficult to find. xD
Okay, so I’m going to tag @howdy-writes & @rhikasa!
Your words are: fleeting, mad, love and tender! Have fun.
Vampire Idol Rewrite Chapter Two: Growing Up - Nane
Words: 961
This part is about Nane’s life growing up. (: enjoy!
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I don’t really remember much of my childhood. It was so long ago, and in a vampire’s life, their childhood, how they grew up, it irrelevant after a while. Unlike humans, we don’t turn around and blame our parents for our problems. Especially those of us born vampires. We tend to take on our own issues. We take the blame for them. My mother… she’s quite something. She was the one that took me to my first hunt. I was 12 years old. I was self-conscious because my dark skin started to get speckles of lightness on it in random places. At the time it happened, the doctors didn’t have any words for it. They tried to kick me out of the village, but any time they tried, my mother would kill whoever even suggested it until anyone was too scared to even mention it.
At night, she would sit with me curled up in her lap. She would stroke my brown and hum a soft sound while tracing all of the light specks on my skin. She would remind me to keep my head up high and be proud. Never let anyone tell me I was anything but amazing. The humans’ treatment of my skin condition… that was the beginning of me having a… taste for their kind. I didn’t give two shits about their lives or what they’d been through. Their lives were so short, they were meaningless anyway, so what was the point in getting attached? Especially if I planned to get rid of them?
My hunting trip with my mother, that was the beginning of my independence as a young vampire. She kept me close, but I had more wiggle room to do as I pleased… as long as I didn’t get us into too much trouble.
That said… my father was less supportive of my ways, of my mindset. No one knows but my father was actually a human. I shouldn’t have been able to be born. They met when father was about 19 years old. Mother was already about 150 years old by then, but he didn’t know at the time. It wasn’t until their 12th courting, when they’d been seeing each other for about a year, that mother admitted what she was and her real age. Until then, father thought she was 22.
I’m not sure what caused my father to decide to stay with my mother. She didn’t exactly hide how she felt toward humans… she very much found them all expendable. After all, when one died another was born. It wasn’t like the world was short on supple. She basically saw humans the same way that humans saw deer. If she let their population go too much out of hand, they would take over the earth and that just couldn’t happen. They’d starve themselves by hunting everything in sight.
Mother even tried to start an annual hunting event where humans could be hunted without any recourse for 24 hours. In fact, that was how the whole idea of that stupid movie humans made called Purging Our kind came to be. However, humans only seemed to enjoy the idea if they were the ones doing the killing, and that idea quickly got shot down… oh, if only mom could see the world now, a world where humans volunteer to be killed for a show because they admire our kind. She would be so happy. Rest in peace, mother… may you be resting well and watching me with pride.
Anyway, then I met Liz. That blonde hair, the glimmering black eyes. I almost mistook her for a human, but that didn’t last long. The day we met, she slaughtered like 4-5 humans without batting an eye. That was when I realized I had feelings for her I’d never had with anyone else before her. They weren’t romantic but if I had ever felt an attraction toward someone, it was this mysterious blondie… I had to get to know her. And boy am I happy I did.
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My father was… someone I would never want the world to know I was involved with, letalone that was someone I was raised by. No, my father didn’t do much in raising me. He was a softspoken human that loved my mother more than anything, in spite how much they disagreed on how to raise me. However, he would never speak out against her unless it was something that just absolutely crossed a line.
The day that I went hunting, my father said more than I think he’s ever said in the whole time I knew him growing up.
“Amalia, you will not raise our son to be this way! You feeding on me sometimes does not equate to you teaching him to kill humans indiscriminately.” Obviously that wasn’t exactly what he said, since we didn’t speak English where I’m from… however, that is a pretty good summary of what he said to her. And you know what? She actually hesitated a moment. My father was the one human that she gave a flying fuck about, other than me, of course… but even Liz doesn’t know that I have human in me. She met me after my mother died of a vampire disease, but once again, I am getting ahead of things.
My mother hesitated a moment, watching my father closely, but then that wicked grin she would get on her face crossed her lips and her eyes sparkled with a look that told just how much she would not listen to his warnings… and then she grabbed my hand and led me to the car to be carried off to the moment in my history that would change my life forever.
Here is the little snippet from the story where Liz flashes back to meeting Nane. <3
It was late one night. Probably around 11:30 to midnight. I was sitting on the top of an open hill, staring up at the stars and watching the clouds slowly make their way across the massive sky above. I was wondering what it was like up there… if there was other life on other planets… what that life would be like… I wondered so many things, things I would never voice to anyone…
… until I saw him. He was… the most beautiful man I had ever seen. At that time, he was so self-conscious, he would kill anyone that made fun of his condition on the spot (which… there were a few that made that life-ending mistake). I guess you could say I was a good and bad influence on him. We became inseparable almost immediately.
We got stared at a lot. The odd friends that always held hands and went out in dark clothes late at night. One with glowing white skin and one with dark skin with spots of lighter skin. We were a sight to behold. A beautiful… breath taking sight…
I love these two T_T I’ll probably flesh out this scene in a later part of the story because I’m aching to write more about their memory of meeting each other. I really wanna write Nane’s POV of their meeting. For now, this is all I have, which is in Elizabeth’s POV. (:
Thanks for reading!
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