#hopefully new nosferatu pulls through

[lyeofhell]

NOSFERATU THE VAMPYRE (1979)

It’s the silence that gets me in this scene; you can hear everything - his apprehension, their breaths, her moans. And the way he lifts her dress and looks at her in awe, the way he kisses her neck before every bite, the way he grips her breast, and the way she urges him back to her when he starts to leave. Shockingly intimate.

[marril96]

The Distance Between Us

Chapter 36: Love Me Like You

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: You have some big plans for prom.

A/N: Huge thanks to my lovely editor for helping me out with prom info!

Editor: @miss-moon-guardian

*****

You had never taken yourself as someone who would go to prom, but here you were, practically jumping with excitement for it.

It wasn't the event itself that attracted you.

It was the experience. The music that made it hard to hear your own thoughts. The drinks — hopefully not G rated; you needed your liquid courage — and the atmosphere that made your heart race. Rowena's arms around you, her small body gently swaying against you.

And, most important of all, the plan you had for after.

You'd been thinking about it since Branson.

The rational part of you knew you were making it a bigger deal than it was. For most kids your age it was nothing. Just something they did for fun, already having gotten used to it.

You weren't them, you reminded yourself.

You were a virgin.

It had taken you three months to get comfortable with the idea of sharing that part of you with Rowena, of letting her get that close, but — finally — you were ready.

You were ecstatic, in fact.

You'd pondered on it for a few days, thought the idea through. Considered every possible outcome. What if she rejected you? What if she didn't love you enough to go that far with you? What if you didn't like it?

The conclusion was the same — what happened would happen.

You wanted to have sex with Rowena.

You were ready for it.

When better to do it than at prom?

Just to be sure your plans weren't something straight out of a horny madwoman's head, two days before prom you'd taken Meg aside and, nervous, cheeks on fire, heart thrumming as if you'd run a marathon, asked her about it.

You'd expected her to laugh in your face, which you would have done to yourself if you were in her shoes. You were kind of — and that was putting it mildly — pathetic.

To your surprise, Meg had smirked and told you to go for it.

"They like it when you surprise them," she'd said, and you could tell she was speaking from experience.

Feeling more confident than ever, that was exactly what you'd intended to do.

If there was anyone who would appreciate sex as a surprise, it was Rowena.

You made sure to dress up as nicely as you could. You didn't care much for the prom itself, but you wanted to impress Rowena. Though, you knew, she would be impressed even if you showed up clad in a potato sack; she was, after all, already in love with you. Too in love to leave you over your horrid fashion sense. But still, you wanted to look good for her this one night.

This one night when you planned to give her your virginity.

It was silly to think about it like that. It was just sex. A biological urge, a craving almost every single human being in the world possessed.

You weren't special.

But it was special to you.

And, you hoped, it would be to Rowena as well.

Even though you showed up early, the venue was crowded. The music blared through the speakers, loud and deafening. Your skin vibrated with it, a sensation you found strangely appealing. Kids were dancing. Laughing. Living in the moment for there was nothing but them and the music, the rest of the world forgotten.

You found your friends by the punch bar and hurried to join them. Crowley and Dean were engaged in a conversation (if shouting into each other's ear over the music could be considered a conversation) that had them both laughing. Meg and Castiel were making out, too hung up on each other to notice anything around them. Sam stood by with a plastic cup in his hand, mouth curled into a smile — directed at Eileen Leahy beside him, who smiled equally brightly, equally joyful.

Now that was an interesting turn of events.

You knew Sam had a crush on her, but you didn't know he was going to act on it. Least of all ask her to prom.

Eileen signed something. Sam laughed, lowered his cup on the table, and responded with a sign of his own.

Warmth swelled up in your chest, insides melting.

They were adorable.

You greeted everyone, then turned to Crowley and shouted, "Where's your sister?"

"She was still getting ready when I left," he responded. "Barely convinced her to let me use the bloody bathroom!"

You chuckled.

Classic Rowena.

So long as she was coming, you could wait a few minutes. Or an hour. Or two. One could never tell when it came to her. The girl was a perfectionist.

"Glad to see you here," you told Eileen. Prom was a Seniors and Juniors event only; the others could only attend as dates.

She grinned. "Sam invited me."

Sam's cheeks flushed red as Eileen's lipstick. You sent him a wink, which only made him more nervous.

For such a huge boy, he was incredibly precious.

Crowley tapped you on the shoulder, and, as you turned, passed you a cup of punch that wasn't just punch. You offered him a smile in gratitude and took a sip. The alcohol burned at your throat; whiskey, you realized, remembering the New Year celebration.

The memories flooded your brain, warm, comforting.

You and Rowena, all alone in her room.

Whiskey.

Nosferatu.

Cuddles.

The kiss — your very first, the one you were scared you'd taken by force, only to find out she'd wanted it just as much.

Sleeping in her arms.

You hoped to do it again.

To do much more this time.

To give yourself over to her, to be hers in body as much as in heart.

You loved her.

God, you loved her. So much your heart sometimes ached as if it were being ripped to pieces.

You wanted to spend the rest of your life with her.

What if she had different plans?

What if hers didn't include you?

No, you told yourself. Now wasn't the time to think about things like that.

Tonight was about joy.

Doubts and bad outcomes were problems for future you.

Present you was going to have fun.

A part of you was starting to doubt Rowena was going to show up when, half an hour later, she walked in in all her glory, and it took everything in you not to gasp like a fish out of water.

Her dress was as if someone had strewn it from rubies, rich and red and beautiful. It formed a V down her neck, showing off an impressive bit of cleavage. The straps were tight around her shoulders, her arms, pale, muscular, on full display, an unwrapped tease of the milky perfection underneath the fabric. There was a belt around her upper waist; black, leather, shaped like a snake whose crystal eyes glittered crimson.

Her hair was a braid slung over her right shoulder. A few smaller braids hung around it, thin and tight as whips. Her bangs were pulled up, exposing her high forehead. Lipstick the same shade as her dress adorned her lips, while her eyes were framed in black and glitter.

She was stunning, and even that seemed like a great understatement.

Mesmerizing.

Magical.

Royal.

Gulping, you downed the rest of your drink and threw the cup to the floor. Jesus fuck, you thought. Jesus fucking fuck. She's-god. Jesus. Fuck.

How did—

Fuck!

How could she possibly look like that?

How was she human?

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"Hello, darling," Rowena greeted with a smile that lit a fire in your insides.

"H-hi," you replied, then, swallowing, added, "Who gave you the right to be this hot?"

She gave a smug smirk. "I take it you like it."

Like it didn't even begin to cover it.

Your face must have said as much because she laughed. "You are so precious!"

You huffed. "I should sue you for emotional distress."

"Go right ahead." She pecked you on the mouth. "You look lovely."

You blushed. "Thanks."

Mission accomplished, at least.

Rowena looked at the punch bowls and made a face. "Is there a real drink somewhere around here?"

Dean pointed to a bowl at the far end and winked conspiringly.

She sighed. "Thank you."

You joined her in the drinking, grabbing another cup and filling it to the brim before downing the contents in one go.

Getting turned on by her this early in the night wasn't part of the plan.

You needed all the courage you could get.

"We're gonna go dance!" Meg announced, pulling at Castiel's arm. As she passed by you, she leaned into your ear and said, "Good luck."

You uttered a thanks that got drowned by the music.

Not long after Sam and Eileen went away, as well, followed by Dean and Crowley, who each went in search of dates for the evening.

Your eyes never moved from Rowena. You found yourself unable to look away; she was too beautiful, too mesmerizing, so fucking delicious you found yourself getting wet just thinking about pulling that dress off her.

She did that on purpose.

She dressed up, styled her hair, and put on that makeup just to rile you up.

Maybe — and the thought sent your heart into overdrive — she had similar plans as you.

Maybe, sick of waiting, she wanted you to want her tonight. Wanted you to crave her, to yearn for her until you were unable to resist her and gave into temptation.

If baiting was her plan, it was working.

Good god, it was working.

"Are you going to stare at me all night, or are we going to dance?" Rowena said, her voice, sharp and teasing, breaking through the music.

Oh, the plans you had didn't involve staring in the slightest. Though it did make for good foreplay. You cleared your throat. "I can't dance, and you're gorgeous." Shrugging, you added, "It's a good compromise."

Her expression told you it wasn't.

Oh, well.

It was worth a try.

Without uttering a word, Rowena held up her hand.

You raised an eyebrow.

"One dance," she said, sighing in defeat.

"Is that an order?"

"Aye."

"And if I refuse?"

The naughty part of you thought, Are you going to punish me?

If so, you were prepared to be a very, very bad girl.

"I can dance around you," she said without missing a beat.

"Oh? Like I'm a pole?"

"If that is how you want to think of it, aye."

A naughty smirk bloomed on your mouth. "You a stripper, then?"

She leaned in close, eyes sparkling devilishly, mischievously, and, in a tone that was more purr than shout, said, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She had no idea.

A rain of shivers slid down your spine, hot and cold all at once, as your heart all but dropped to your stomach, exhausted from all the pounding.

"Maybe," Rowena said, snapping you from your reverie, "if you're a good girl tonight, we can work something out."

The mere thought made you lightheaded.

Through trembling lips, you uttered, "Promise?"

She winked, and it was the sexiest, most enticing thing in the world.

The girl was intent on either killing you or fucking you.

Or both.

You had no complaints to either.

Gulping down another drink for courage, you let Rowena pull you into the crowd. She wrapped her arms around you, body all but glued to yours, warm and small and perfect, a puzzle piece made specifically for you.

Holding on to her, you swayed to the music. Followed the rhythm she set, gentle, peaceful despite the raging sea of students around you.

The music changed, fast, wild songs melting into slower ones. Your eyes fell closed, and the crowd dissipated. There was no noise, no annoying chatter and laughter and clicking of hundreds of shoes on the marble floor.

The only ones that existed were you and Rowena.

Safe in each other's arms.

Warm.

Crazy in love.

"Rowena?" you said softly, swallowing a breath for courage.

"Hm?"

"Is it okay if, um, if I sleep over tonight?"

If the question fazed her, she didn't show it. "Aye."

Fire shot to your cheeks. "Great. That's great."

"Is sleeping over the only thing you've got in mind?"                                          

You stiffened. "I… um…"

I want to fuck you.

It was easier to say in your head than out loud.

You swallowed a lump that had formed in your throat. Here goes. It was now or never. "I'm ready."

You couldn't see her face, but you could picture a wide, happy grin breaking out. "Is that so?"

"Uh huh. I… I wanna do it tonight. If that's okay with you. It's totally okay if it's not okay, but, like, if it is okay, then I'm okay."

You weren't okay.

You were far from okay.

Closer to death than life, in fact.

Might as well have dug your own grave.

Rowena laughed heartily. "You are precious."

Your cheeks were on fire. "Don't."

"My precious wee girl."

"You're horrible."

She ignored you. "All mine tonight, aye?"

Forever, if you'll have me. "Just tonight?"

"Hundreds of more nights."

You liked the sound of that. "Thousands."

"Millions."

"Forever?" you dared yourself to ask.

"Forever." The promise in her voice sent your fears scattering. A relief flooded through you, filled up your fiery veins. "You are stuck with me for life."

"I'm okay with that."

More than okay.

You were ecstatic.

Exhilarated.

High on the mere premise of spending the rest of your life with her for there was no one in this world you would rather be with.

There was only one Rowena MacLeod.

And you were the lucky girl who got to have her, who got her to love her and who loved her back just as fiercely, like no one ever had.

*****

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[clown-bait]

Monster family CH7 (Monster roommate AU)

WHEW now that I'm unemployed I can start updating this! Its been a while guys! I'm so excited for chapter 2 and the re-emergence of the IT fandom!

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The halls of Neibolt echoed with a long groan from its owner. That nasty drink didn't do that much to help the pounding in his head. Leech mentioned something about too much sugar and not enough water but frankly Pennywise was only half listening. He brought them home from her little shopping spree and was shoved out of her room before he could get any more comfort and attention from her. Which led him to his current position of being sprawled on his moth-eaten sofa with a large hand covering his throbbing temples.

"Well good afternoon sunshine!" The clown heard that raspy voice of his neighbor call to him from his kitchen. He could chase the demon out if he wanted to but he could also just play possum and hope Freddy would get bored and leave. "Aww look at the poor baby! So Jingles you spend the night on that couch?" Great. Chucky is with him. Pennywise grunted in response squeezing his eyelids shut. "It is rare that you see such an ancient being to learn a new lesson in this way." Dracula chuckled as he drifted into the room.

"You realize in a blink I could eviscerate every one of you?" Pennywise snarled

"You said that two days ago clown and no one's been disemboweled yet." Freddy laughed and plopped onto the couch next to the eldritch. "So that witch you lip-locked with last night... you get her number?"

"You have till the count of 3 to get away from me before I set you on fire."  

"Wow and I thought you were bad without the hangover!"

"My guess is he's still in deep shit." The doll chuckled to himself as he leapt into a lay-z boy adjacent to the group.

"I'll have you know I am currently about to leave on a date doll." Pennywise arched an eyebrow in his tenant's direction.

"How do you score a date after that!?"

"Two words cabbage patch, big. dick." Freddy smirked and waved two claws at Chucky.

"I'm afraid to ask how you know that." The doll  groaned

"I've been in his girlfriend's dreams what else do you think that little perv dreams about?"

"She dreams about me?" Penny glanced up suddenly interested. Dracula groaned pulling his top hat off his head to brush off dust that had fallen from the decayed ceiling.

"Why do I associate with you perverted degenerates. I was once a member of high society, I was a count!"

"Walachia doesn't even exist anymore Drac and you live in a two-bedroom apartment. You ain't above no one you and Jingles just dress frillier than the rest of us jack-offs." The dream demon grinned at Chucky's direction who cackled at the insult.

"Thank you?" The elder vampire scowled at the backhanded compliment and Pennywise huffed.

"I do not wear clothes I form my own."

Chucky stopped laughing and cringed "Why does that make me uncomfortable…"

Before Pennywise could answer a sharp bony elbow to the ribs from Freddy took the words from his mouth. He was clearly excited about something knowing him it was probably nothing good. This time though, the clown was pleasantly surprised.

"Speaking of outfit selections get a load of Fangs!" The dream demon shouted as Leech finally made her way downstairs. Pennywise stifled a rumble in his throat at the sight of her. She was so simply dressed, just a black sundress with sunflowers, but to him it was perfect.

"The fuck are you wearing bloodsucker, are those flowers?"

"None of you say anything." the vampire growled snatching a large brimmed hat

"Can I take pictures for black ma-"

Without warning, Freddy Kruger was swiftly picked up and casually thrown to the ground. His attacker stepped over him as if he didn't even exist as he made his way over to his mate.

"Beautiful." Pennywise purred carefully spinning her around. "You are beautiful."

"Pen you're gonna make me blush in front of everyone!"

"Good. Let them envy me and my perfect mate."

"Cocky bastard." She chuckled as her cheeks darkened anyway. Dracula stepped forward briskly eyeing her outfit with suspicion.

"You're going outside in that dear?" He chided her with a judgmental tone.

"Yeah dad it's warm out and I wanted to wear a damn sundress for once."

"You do realize you are vampire? Sunlight is not something we do well with."

"Yeah, no offense Fangs but didn't you pass out and light on fire last time you went outdoors without a full hoodie and pants?" Chucky arched an eyebrow at her as Freddy finally stood up.

"I didn't light on fire I just drained my energy and got a sunburn sheesh it took like a few hours anyway." Leech waved her hand at the group and made her way to a stair closet pulling out a parasol. "I got this thing too it'll be fine!"

"And you're not worried about this?" Chucky turned to his landlord who shifted his weight like an impatient child.

"You do not think I can keep my mate safe? You are a fool doll." The clown scoffed and began to play with the umbrella.

"This is why I keep havin’ nightmares about your crotch demons." The doll grumbled, "last people in the world who should be parents."

"Come on Pen it's still warm out and I've been wanting to try this for months now!" The nosferatu bravely grabbed her monsters arm and popped open the umbrella before disappearing.

"I'm not helping her when she burns herself this time." Freddy huffed and snatched his hat from the dusty floor.

Leech spun the umbrella impatiently in her fingers as she stood at the edge of a rock. The sky was finally turning orange and purple above them and she'd probably be able to drop the parasol all together. But not yet, she didn't feel ready to drop it yet. Inside her babies stirred to life at the feeling of fear from their host, suckling at it like hungry pups. The nosferatu groaned at the feeling of fatigue in her knees and the vertigo in her head. Her sudden dizziness had her nearly falling over till a firm wall of silk caught her a warm wet chin clicking softly into her head. "Don't be afraid." Her mate mumbled moving to soothe his brood. "They'll take too much."

"Is this the first time you've ever said that?" Leech chuckled at the irony. The laugh the clown let out vibrated against her back and he plucked her parasol from her hand spinning it in his fingers. "Yes, and hopefully the last."

"Don't take this the wrong way but its hard to be afraid when I'm with you." Leech mumbled putting her hand over the one that pressed against her stomach. She felt the growl of annoyance at her back and quickly backpedaled "Not that you're not scary, christ Pen chill. It's just hard to be terrified of someone you love so much." Wet fangs rubbed against her skull and hot bursts of air washed over her skin as he rubbed on her like a cat.

"You're lucky I love you back sweet thing." He growled in a mock threat. "Though I am still unaccustomed it.." he added and trailed off as if he were pondering the feeling. Pennywise didn't come-to till the cool skin of his mate left his arms and she stood at the edge of the lake at the bottom of the quarry. As much as he disliked feeling the scene in front of him felt like a dream. Her sunflower dress fell off her widened hips revealing a polka-dot bikini that hugged her curves in all the best ways. His golden eyes scanned up her legs over her back and shoulders taking in the sight as she idly twisted the umbrella in her hands. For thousands of years he mocked love as a weakness and he was right. He ached for her.

"God damn its cold" she complained taking her toe out of the water. "Hold this." Leech turned and handed the parasol off her drooling clown barley taking notice till he heard a splash followed by a loud curse.

"All right big guy your turn!" She shouted back to him and Pennywise quickly realized she had dove in without her sun protection.

"*Ahem*" the monster cleared his throat and pointed to her discarded parasol.

"Oh lighten up Pen it's almost past sunset anyway" Leech rolled her eyes and her clown scowled "If you want me to be safe you'll have to come in after me!" She grinned wide and floated onto her back. After a moment of silence she glanced back up to no clown standing on the shore. "Pen?" She asked standing on her tiptoes to stay afloat. A splash behind her made her smirk and turn around. Instead of a smiling painted face leech was met with a wall of teeth and a charging great white shark causing her to shriek in surprise. The beast snapped its jaws and crashed into the water disappearing in the murky depths. A pair of golden eyes and soaked red hair popped up in its place twinkling with delight. He was definitely smiling like an idiot under the surface. Leech held her stomach in pain as her babies sucked another hefty amount of her energy away and splashed her lover in the face weakly.

"Don't ever say I'm not scary." Her clown sneered down at her.

"Jackass." She hissed back.

"I thought you *ahem*" Pennywise cleared his throat and changed his voice to a caricature of his mate's "Loved me so much!"

"I don't sound like that." Leech growled through pain and took a bold step towards him. "And why did you keep the costume on?" Pennywise snatched her wrist and studied it before roughly grabbing the other and placing her hands on the on his chest.

"You wish me to take it off hmm?" He purred and moved her hand lower as the top half of the wet silk melted off him. "Not afraid of what lurks in the depths?" He rumbled and pressed her hand to his crotch.

"Oh my god you're such a perv!" The vampire hissed and squirmed but didn't fight when her eldritch pulled her closer.

"Yet you don't pull away~" he purred

"Look I didn't drag you out here just to fuck."

Pennywise growled in annoyance "I want my mate." He snarled

"Swim around with me first you needy bastard the sun's going down and I want to at least enjoy myself a bit before you wear me out." Leech drifted away from him back into deeper water.

"You'll enjoy yourself doing my activity more...." Her mate grumbled.

"If you want to put me in the mood faster Pennywhine, lose the clown pants!" She called to him floating on her back

Pennywise mocked her a bit and grumbled to himself as he tried to remember what male bathing costumes looked like. Stripes? He did like stripes. The clown snapped his fingers forming a red and white Victorian swimsuit around his body.

"The fuck is that? Prison PJs?" Leech yelled

"It's a swimming costume!"

"Well it does hug your ass nicely"

Pennywise cocked an eyebrow and dove underwater with the grace of a dolphin and under the surface he all but disappeared. Eldritch horror was definitely a well-earned title.

Something vicious and slimy wrapped around her ankle and before leech could make a sound she was pulled under meeting a glowing tooth-filled grin that could easily be mistaken for an angler fish's face. Her eyes narrowed and she shoved him only to have both her hands snatched in more tentacles that grew from the clown's shoulders and guided her arms around his neck. Pennywise's massive forehead bumped against her own and tiny glowing lights began to rise from the now blackened depths illuminating the lake in the twilight. Like slow dancing with Cthulhu. Leech thought to herself as they drifted under the surface rising with the lights which floated around them as they broke the surface. "Am I forgiven now?" Her eldritch purred as they floated further till they stood together on the surface of the water.

"Play some music and I'll consider it." Leech smiled and rested her head against him.

"Do you have something in mind?"

"Mm I'm too tired to tango"

"Something slow then," her clown said warmly as from somewhere a soft waltz played through the trees.

[paragonrobits]

since it’s halloween let me tell you a spooky gameplay experience i had played Vampire the Masquerade Bloodlines!

For friends not in the know, here’s the deal with that game; it is set in the universe of the tabletop RPG Vampire: The Masquerade, which was the first game in the original World of Darkness from the 90s. I loved that universe, for all its problems; it was the first tabletop RPG i really got into. It’s a gothic horror, emphasis on the ‘goth’ and kind of dated in a weirdly charming way (at the best of times, anyway). You play as a new vampire, within a choice of clans (Brujah, who are smashy punks with philosophical leanings, the Gangrel who are pseudo-werewolves, the Nosferatu who are horrifyin to look at but very sneaky, the artsy and charming Toreador, the top vampires Venture with dominance powers, and the bizarre Malkavians who see prophecy and inherently suffer mental illness).

I chose to play as Brujah because while I would prefer to play as the Gangrel or Nosferatu, them being my favs, I figured that the Brujah would be a very uncomplciated character to play as. You punch, go fast, and impress people with vampire powers, so no need to worry about the complexities of the other clans. I’ll save ‘em for another playthrough.

In the current mission, i was doing a fetch quest for a vampire lady who currently comes off as having pretensions of grandeur. I don’t like either her or her sister much for different reasons, but being pretentious and in denial about what you are is kind of a vampire THING. Anyway! There was a ghost haunting a building and I was to retrieve an item of that ghost. And let me tell you: FUCK THAT GHOST

SERIOUSLY. JUST FUCK THAT GUY. GOD WHAT AN ASSHOLE.

Shit got creepy.

I’ll preface it by saying this: I don’t like horror at all. I get scared to fuck of it, I get nervous and I can’t look directly at the screen and I just go NOPE NOPE NOPE.

The set up was a hotel. An old classy hotel, possibly in the style of old timey movie hotels... with a hint of the Overlook from the Shining. FOR GOOD REASON TOO. It’s dilapidated, run down, and soon as i get through the door and get the keys, a groundskeeper vehcile comes RIGHT AT ME AND ALMOST HITS ME. I didn’t even go inside yet.

Inside, the place is long abandoned, with broken stuff everywhere, lights flickering. The ambience is grim and dim, not spooky as such but just... oppressive. The music helps.

Almost at once, vases and other loose objects start flinging themselves at me, and it doesn’t hurt much but IT COMES OUT OF NOWHERE AND IT IS A JUMPSCARE.

Briefly. I see a ghostly woman, running. Not from me.

And there are voices:

“He’s here.”

“He doesn’t want you here.”

As you follow flickering lights on the ground floor, you see her briefly and she gives yo uanother message: “He wants to kill you.”

Trying to go upstairs, I fall through the floor and SHIT MY VAMPIRE PUNK LADY MIGHT BE TOO TOUGH BUT THAT STILL HAD TO HURT. I land in the basement laundry area, and all the doors are locked. Most of the lights are very dim, and many of them have emergency lighting. IT seems the power is off. I go to the laundry room and see, briefly, a ghostly woman fleeing someone, sobbing and yelling, and the whole I’m on edge looking for the guy - what am I gonna do, hit him, he’s a ghost but i still have a tire iron out - and eventually managed to find a wall I tear through.

In there, I find an newspaper clipping. It discusses how the severed head of a dead child was found in the laundry room.

The door back there is locked now. On it’s own. I have to take the long way around.

Once there, I find an open laundry machine and, convinced I was gonna find a head, instead I locate a key! (I think.) This allows me to go into the power room and turn it all back on. Reactivating the elevator and allowing me to go up.

At this point, my memory of things isn’t so clear since I was sort of rushing through it blindly. Forgive me if I mix some of these things up, dear reader.

Exploring the upper rooms, I find doors opening on their own, more things flying at me wherever I go, and in one room, I locate a diary, and the room goes black, the lights shake, and when they are on again, there are heavy scratches or slash marks in the wall that spell a message.

“GET OUT”

I move on, of course. The diary belonged to the dead woman, and she tells of how her husband and her, with their young children for the holidays, were staying at the hotel on it sgrand opening. The husband was jealous of her locket; thoguh her mother gave it to her, he was convinced she was having an affair and a boyfriend had given it to her. Over the coming weeks, he grew more and more paranoid, and thne, on the final day, her child disappeared into the basement, looking for the father.

And then he came, covered in blood, and declared they would be together forever. The diary ended.

It can be deduced, with the help of newspaper clippings and the nature of the setting, that he murdered his own child in his fit of rage, putting the head in the laundry machine. He then murdered his wife, and in the process, started a fire that destroyed the hotel. Further details strongly imply that he did this in a deliberate attempt to trap her soul with his, keeping her sealed with him in the hotel, playing out that tragedy... forever.

Going further in, the kitchen (where perhaps one of his other children died, I don’t remember properly), he goes full specter and unleashes the kitchen, blazing the fires and throwing everything at you, and to pass through, I had to be close to the door. He tore it open, and I was able to escape. There was a point where I used a dumbwaiter to get down further, to the generator, and I saw a male figure. Never clearly, always just ahead of me. But he was there. Always there.

I managed to find the elevator, and he dropped it on me by cutting the cable; only by sheer luck did I manage to move out of the way and near a ladder where I could climb up. But the dead woman was there, trying to help. She is the voice speakign to you the whole time, trying to help you and get herself free. The course was clear. Find her locket, and use it to pull her out. Though i didn’t see it at that point, there was also a fireman’s axe present. As it was on the elevator near the cut cable, it can be assumed that this was the murderer weapon the specter used in life.

Going up the ladder, I went to the creepiest floor of all, the top suites, where I located several more clippings that revealed more of the story, as I have relayed to you, dear reader. The rooms were worse off than those below, and often destroyed. Cleartly, the fire did the most damage here. I located what I believed to be the room the doomed family had stayed at, though i became stuck for a while and evenutally, though i wished to play blind through this game, i resorted to a walkthrough to give me guidance. By walking up several planks to the next floor, and being careful of the dead husband’s desperate attempts to kill me with strange ghostly air and gas through the walls, I made it into a strange room.

For a brief moment, I entered the past. And there, I found the woman’s locket and took it. Hopefully, I also freed her.

I left, with no further problems. No more attacks hit me.

And so I say that the entire level was excellently done. The atmosphere was terrifying, tense and filled with dread. Though I played as a vampire, i felt vulnerable and at constant risk. Additionally, as I am currently using the Clan Quest Mod, my character’s blood points were gradually draining, and the blood packs I had on hand were sucked dry in an attempt to keep my health up. Those vases didn’t hurt much, but they were everywhere. The threat of the husband specter was ominpresent, thoguh you never see a single enemy you can confront directly nor do you get a clear sight of the husband.

A friend of mine, whom i related the experience to, suggested that it was not unliek the situation of the Overlook in the Shining. And I must say; in the World of Darkness, it would not be unreasonable for something unspeakable to have happened there before, and evil sank into the building or even the very land, and the husband proved a suitable target for that evil to... fan his fears, his lusts, his need to control and all the envy he felt. Those feelings were already there, and perhaps the hotel simply amplified it.

It is also possible that he needed no catalyst to become a murderer of his own family.

Even in a world of vampires, werewolves and genuine demons from hell, the most terrible monsters can be entirely mundane at heart.

[geek-patient-zero]

Part 1, Chapter 12

Or: War and Humility

Blood War: Masquerade of the Red Death Trilogy Volume 1

We’ve reached the penultimate chapter of Part 1, and the last Dire McCann chapter until Part 3.

St. Louis—March 13, 1994

The Prince held his council of war in his office at the rear of Club Diabolique. Attending were Vargoss, Flavia, McCann, a ninth-generation Brujah named Darrow, and an eighth-generation Nosferatu known only as ‘Uglyface’ for obvious reasons.

“McCann, Flavia, the Sabbat have struck! This insult will not stand! Summon two other guys!”

Darrow is Vargoss’ policy adviser. He seems like your stereotypical Brujah; rides a Harley, black leather outfit, body covered in tattoos. In reality, we’re told, “Darrow was no rebel.”

He had spent most of his life serving as an officer in the British Army. He had participated in many of the major campaigns of the 19th century and was the veteran of a hundred battles. He was a calm voice of reason, not afraid to contradict the Prince when Vargoss was wrong.

He might not be a molotov-cocktail-throwing anarchist, but Darrow’s not that much of a subversion of Brujah Kindred. He’s what you’d imagine a Camarilla Brujah is like: the voice of reason and superego, not afraid to stand up to the authoritarian Ventrue or the “ooh, shiny!” Toreador. You ever wonder how the “rebel clan” fit in with the undead equivalent of The Man? There you go. ‘Course, as of v5, the Brujah have (violently) left the Camarilla, so the clan as a whole has its limits of how much of the Establishment they’re willing to take.

Uglyface, meanwhile, has the prestigious title of Minister of Intelligence to counter his less prestigious name.

No one in St. Louis knew much about Uglyface’s background.

“Uglyface” is a lazy and vague name to give a Nosferatu character. You ask around for a Nosferatu named Uglyface and you’ll be asked to be more specific. It’s like nicknaming a guy on a basketball team “Tallman” or a self-described gamer “Badperson”.

Nearly seven feet tall and thin as a rail, he had lived in the city longer than any vampire. His face came from a Gahan Wilson cartoon—wide, bulging eyes, tiny button nose, a wide mouth full of yellow teeth, and ears that stuck out like antennae from the sides of his head.

Gahan Wilson was a cartoonist who did work for Playboy, The New Yorker, and National Lampoon, among other things, for almost fifty years. Here’s his wiki page, for those interested.

Uglyface’s grotesque features branded him an idiot. He was not. The Nosferatu vampire possessed an incredible memory for names, dates, and facts. Like many of his clan, he thrived on gathering and processing raw data into usable information.

There’re Brujah who aren’t rebels, Gangrels who live in cities, and Ventrue who don’t automatically think they have the divine right of kings, but do you ever see a Nosferatu who isn’t a huge nerd?

“The Red Death struck three times in America last night,” said Vargoss, resting his arms on his desk. He was obviously concerned. Troubled eyes stared at the trio facing him. To the rear, on guard as always, was Flavia. She was no longer in white leather but in black. And for the first time i decades, she stood alone.

It’s rare for a vampire to wear black out of genuine mourning, rather than just to be evil and goth.

Vargoss continues on saying he’s received reports about more attacks in Europe; the one at the Louvre, where five Kindred were killed (the number of ghoul deaths aren’t mentioned because Kindred are huge assholes), and one we didn’t see in Marseilles, where two died during a Ventrue clan meeting. Not very large numbers there, but in total there had been six attacks over the last twenty-four hours with a total of thirty-five Kindred killed, or “sent to their Final Deaths” because vamps are overly semantic about being undead.

McCann notes how fast Red D.’s moving in order to kill that many vampires around the world in a single day. Darrow voices his and McCann’s shared suspicion: that there may be more than one Red Death. Only he says it more Britishy.

“Are we positive it is the same bloke?” [...] “That bloody mockery of a face of ‘is was awfully distinctive. Maybe it was meant to attract attention, aye? Any Kindred adept at sculpting flesh could rearrange his features into that grotesque mask. Instead of dealing with a single Red Death, we may be faced with several. Maybe an entire Sabbat pack made a pact with a demon.”

“Sculpting flesh” is referencing- No, wait, screw it. We’ve got a lot to cover and I don’t feel like going on a Tzimisce tangent. Guvna.

“Following that same line of reasoning, are you convinced the Red Death was a vampire?” asked McCann. The detective was anxious to establish certain facts he already knew as truth.

“Are Gangrels just Brujah furries? Are the Followers of Set really sexier than the Toreador? Do we really hate Scrappy Doo or are we just repeating a forty-year-old meme? Does anyone else miss dodgeball?”

“The abomination belonged to the Kindred,” said Vargoss, angrily. “My will touched his when I commanded him to stop.”

It’s only gay if the wills touch.

“Blood called out to blood, McCann. The Red Death was definitely one of the Damned.”

McCann plays dumb, asking if there are any disciplines capable of turning a vampire into a being composed of living fire.

“None practiced among the Camarilla,” said Uglyface. His high-pitched voice squeaked like a cartoon character’s.

Alright, Clan Nosferatu fans. You guys are all “Oh I’d fall in love with a Nosferatu, I don’t care what they look like” but what if they’re confessing their bestial love for you in a Mickey Mouse voice? How committed are you to this monster-fucker image of yourselves?

Vargoss believes Darrow’s right about the Red Death being from the Sabbat. He claims they’re “demon lovers” who “mock the power of the flames” and cites a ritual of theirs called, creatively, the Fire Dance as proof. That’s where Sabbat pack members prove their loyalty and bravery, or just to psych themselves up before a battle, by dancing around and eventually jumping through a bonfire (though Vargoss says it’s a funeral pyre) without flipping out and running away. Any similarities between this evil Sabbat ritual and certain real-life cultures’ rituals are unintentional on White Wolf’s part. Hopefully.

“Sorry,” said McCann, “but I don’t accept those kinds of deductions. I’m a detective, remember? Let’s use a bit of logic. Leaping over a fire like Jack-Be-Nimble is a lot different than burning your footprints into the floor.”

Turn the condescension down a bit there, hoss. You may be the Dark Messiah but you’re no Beckett.

Tacktlessness aside, McCann’s got a point and starts poking holes in the Red Death’s cover story. He says while he doesn’t discount the Sabbat being responsible he wonders why, during the Sabbat’s five-century-long war with the Camarilla, they’ve never busted out these Red Death attacks until now. Darrow again sides with McCann and gives us a rundown on Sabbat invasion tactics.

“These friggin’ attacks make no sense. Usually the Sabbat spends years organizing a Crusade to take over a city. We all knows the procedures. First they send in the spies. Then they place traitors into the Kindred council of elders. Next comes their efforts to expose the Masquerade through carefully planned acts of murder and terrorism. And then, during the resulting chaos, they attack in overwhelming numbers, exterminating any vampires they cannot convert to their cause. There’s no place for the Red Death in such plans.”

Uglyface suggests maybe they’ve finally came up with a new strategy, using the Red Death to wipe out a city’s Camarilla elders in one night instead of spending time and resources on a Crusade. McCann counters, saying that’s not what happened, at least in their case. Vargoss isn’t dead (and remember when McCann noticed the Red Death hesitate to kill Vargoss until the twins could save him?), the Sabbat aren’t invading, and while he killed a few Kindred, they were mostly later-generation, weaker vampires. Aside from trimming the population and scaring the bejeezus out of everyone, nothing’s changed.

With a “Bloody hell” Darrow says that they’re missing the most important question: Why did the Red Death attack a little nothing city like St. Louis in the first place?

“No offense, my Prince, but St. Louis ain’t a major Sabbat target. Leastwise, not according to our intelligence reports.”

Good save, Darrow.

“They have their eyes on bigger, more important cities.”

Way to blow the save, Darrow.

“What made us so bloody special we warranted the friggin’ attention of this fire monster?”

The Red Death needs access to Monsanto. He’s got this hilarious idea for a prank involving Roundup and cancer.

“No offense taken, Darrow,” said Vargoss. “I value your honesty more than any flattery. And your point is well presented.”

Vargoss may be a dick at times, but after Bloodlines and L.A. by Night, it’s nice to see a Camarilla Prince who has his shit together.

Vargoss had been discussing the matter with other Camarilla elders and as far as they can tell, St. Louis was the first stop in the Red Death’s rampage. The question is why? McCann suspects Red D. came for him, but obviously he’s not going to say that. Instead he fingers the late Tyrus Benedict. This prompts Vargoss to pull out a several-page-long fax from the Tremere HQ in Vienna, written by “Etrius himself.” McCann’s not only a magic man and a secret Methuselah, but he’s also “a student of Tremere history and organization,” so he recognizes the name. Etrius is the head of the Tremere Inner Council of Seven.

Etrius served as the guardian of the founder of the clan of undead wizards, the powerful sorcerer known as Tremere. The vampire himself lay dormant in torpor in a stone sarcophagus in the catacombs beneath Vienna. Strange rumors swirled about regarding the condition of Tremere’s body. Rumors that Etrius refused to confirm or deny.

Etrius is both an established character in Vampire: The Masquerade and a viewpoint character we’ll see in Chapter 8 of Part 2.

Etrius, who Vargoss calls “a cold, merciless bastard like all of his clan” (like a Ventrue should talk about other clans being jerks), didn’t care much about Benedict’s death but was interested in the Red Death and his fire powers.

“No bloody surprise, that,” said Darrow. Like most Kindred, he feared and distrusted the Tremere. Though they protested that they were loyal members of the Camarilla, everyone knew that the wizards worked for their own ends. And those plans they kept to themselves. “What those devils would give to wield a power like the Red Death! They’d probably burn us all off the map. And laugh at us for providing the information while they did it!”

Yep, everyone hates the Tremere. So much so that their clan weakness in Bloodlines 2 is going to be taking more damage from Kindred enemies. Other vampires hate them so much they’re inspired to punch a Tremere just a little harder in the face than usual.

Vargoss nodded. What small trust he had in the Tremere vanished when his closest advisor, Mosfair, turned on him a few months ago. Only McCann’s intervention had saved the Prince from the ultimate betrayal. The detective had never revealed that Mosfair had actually been acting as an agent for the Sabbat, not his own clan. McCann disliked alliances between the major Kindred bloodlines. And he worked very hard to prevent them from succeeding.”

Considering the two biggest Kindred sects are alliances between major bloodlines, somewhere along the way McCann fucked up big time. And so much for the Sabbat having no interest in St. Louis.

But as untrustworthy and scheming as the Tremere are, Vargoss reveals the fax dropped a bombshell on them. Benedict had visited to warn about the total blackout, the Shadow Curtain, of Kindred activity in Russia, and show Vargoss the photos of the Niktuku Baba Yaga the Tremere obtained. But Etrius says he was only sent to St. Louis to personally apologize for Mosfair’s actions and be all “the actions of this employee do not represent the views of the company.” Benedict didn’t have any documents on him about Baba Yaga or Russia.

The Prince paused, obviously enjoying the astonished looks on his advisors’ faces. Vargoss possessed a strong sense of the dramatic.

A vampire with a strong sense of the dramatic. Imagine.

Etrius also said that while Benedict got the basic facts right, no one the Tremere sent into Russia ever returned, with or without photos. He didn’t know about any photos or Baba Yaga’s Army of Night.

Darrow suggests the obvious, that the “slimy wizard” is lying, but Vargoss believed the fax. Its tone suggested Etrius was deeply disturbed by the news and asked Vargoss to give him every detail Benedict said about Baba Yaga.

“According to the ancient legends of my clan,” said Uglyface, “the Iron Hag was the greatest sorceress in the world. She was one of the Niktuku, monsters created by Absimiliard, the first Nosferatu, in his days of madness.”

Father Naples in the prologue described the Niktuku as fourth generation Nosferatu. The book generally goes with that description and so have I so far, but there’s another theory about them, possibly hinted by Uglyface here. Niktuku aren’t just fourth generation Nosferatu, or even uniformly fourth generation, but a separate “minor” bloodline altogether. Absimiliard thinks that if he wipes out his progeny, the modern Nosferatu, Caine will forgive him and lift his curse, and Absimiliard’ll get his good looks back. So he created the Niktuku to serve him and kill Nosferatu. There could be Niktuku with generations higher then four, but they’re all low generation and very old.

But it’s just a theory, another one of those things kept deliberately vague in the setting, being true or not depending on what the storyteller desires. What is known is that sometime in the late 90′s another Niktuku killed Baba Yaga and ended the Shadow Curtain. Right now though, in 1994, Baba Yaga’s alive and a problem.

“Her powers rivaled those of Lameth, the Dark Messiah.”

“It sounds like someone tampered with Benedict’s thoughts during his journey here from Vienna,” said McCann hurriedly. He was anxious to shift subjects again.”

“Yes, yes, she sounds like a powerful but clearly inferior rival to Lameth the Handsome, but if we can get back to Benedict-”

“Actually as a Cappodocian Child of Asshur Lameth would have looked like stale cheese. He was also an incompetent boob when it came to Jyhad. And fighting. A child with a jumprope could take him.”

“Who said- Um, ahem, that’s nice, Uglyface, but about Benedict-”

“Yes, good Noferatu, they also say Lameth’s attempts at Jyhad were to compensate for—how should I say this in polite company?—having a ‘blunt fang.’”

“...Interesting, my Prince, but back to-”

“Blunt fang’s just a fancy way of saying ‘is willy didn’t work, innit?”

“Indeed, his penis was impotent and also small.”

“OH COME ON!”

“No wonder the notion upsets Etrius. Messing with the mind of a wizard is no job for a lightweight.”

“Oh I wouldn’t go that far, McCann. Remember when Darrow told you having a hand bigger than your face meant you had cancer?”

“Yeah, and yeh put yer ‘and up in front of yer wizard mug and I made yeh slap yerself!”

“My Prince, Darrow, I’m clearly talking about brainwashing, not childish pranks.”

“Childish pranks yeh walked right into, guv’.”

“Yes, McCann, your affable buffoonishness reminds me very much of Lameth the Dark Mes-”

“Stay on topic stay on topic STAY ON TOPIC!”

“I asked Uglyface earlier to backtrack Benedict’s trip,” said Vargoss. The Prince shifted his attention to the Nosferatu. “What did you learn?”

Uglyface gives three important details; that Benedict used “unconventional” methods of transportation, that he arrived in Washington, D.C. three nights ago, and that he couldn’t get in contact with his usual Washington source, a friend named Amos. None of his messages were answered.

The second detail catches McCann’s attention. If Benedict arrived in D.C. three nights ago, and arrived just last night, it leaves one unaccounted for night where he could have been mind whammied. Vargoss brings up the Sabbat again, since they have their eye on conquering Washington. Darrow says that D.C.’s still a Camarilla stronghold, and the Tremere are powerful there. He namedrops some more established characters and explains some of their politics that he knows about for some reason.

“Peter Dorfman is Pontifex (high-ranking Tremere who answers directly to a member of the Council of Seven) there, and he is very ambitious. For all we know, Benedict may have received new instructions from a member of his own bloodline there. There’s a bitter rivalry between Dorfman and other Tremere elders. Meerlinda, leader of the U.S. branch of the clan, plays one against the other in order to maintain absolute control of the bloodline. In turn, she and Etrius both scheme to take charge of the entire clan. It’s a frigging bloody mess, and anything’s possible.”

If some Brujah in another city can figure out your plans, you’re not exactly a subtle schemer.

So the two leading theories among the group about what happened to Benedict are Sabbat brainwashing or inter-clan Tremere bullshit. But what, if anything, does any of that have to do with the Red Death? Whatever’s true, Vargoss decides that the only way to learn what the hell’s going on is to send someone to Washington and do some snooping.

All eyes focused on McCann. The detective laughed.

“Why do I get the impression I’ve been elected?”

Vargoss smiled. “You are the obvious choice, McCann.”

Along with this being McCann’s job and everything, he can also work during the day while the Kindred are sleeping and helpless, so that’s a plus.

“Yeah, and I have my mage powers to protect me,” said McCann. “Not that they would do much good if I stumble upon the Red Death.”

Yeah, what could a reality-shaping World of Darkness mage do to a vampire? Make him explode only a little?

“I assume you’re willing to pay well for this scouting expedition?”

Vargoss laughed. “What I like about you, McCann, is that you’re so pleasantly frank. After listening to lies and half-truths, it amuses me to hear real, honest greed.”

“Am I chopped liver or wot? I’m supposed to be the honest one.”

“Yes, Darrow, but you’re not honestly greedy.”

“I can be honestly greedy. I ‘ave needs.”

“I already pay you in beer.”

“American beer.”

It seems like the matter’s settled, but then Flavia, remembering that she became a real character back in Chapter 5, whispers something in Vargoss’ ear. He excuses himself and leaves the office with his bodyguard. The three still in the office play some gin rummy until Vargoss and Flavia quickly return.

“The plans have been altered slightly,” announced the Prince, taking his seat. Flavia returned to her position at his right. “You are still traveling to Washington, McCann. But you are not going alone. Flavia is going to accompany you.”

“What?” said the detective. “What?”

[live studio audience laughter]

“Flavia argues convincingly that a lone human, even a mage, cannot stand against the concentrated attack of a Sabbat pack.”

There’s a molotov cocktail of a statement if there ever was one.

“Especially if the Red Death is involved. Besides which, Flavia has contacts with the important Camarilla leaders of the city. I am forced to agree. She is right. You need protection and introductions. And she is the one Kindred who is capable of providing you with both. Darrow will take her place at my side during her absence.”

“In addition, the large amount of tourists Washington attracts each year makes it very likely that the only hotel room you will be able to secure will be one with a single bed. Flavia convincingly argues she must be there in such a situation, in order to provide both sitcom hilarity and sexual tension.”

“I work on my own,” said McCann, feeling trapped.

“Not in this case,” said Vargoss, in a voice which brooked no denial. At his side, Flavia’s lips twitched in the slightest of smiles. “Do not anger me, McCann. You will discover the truth about Tyrus Benedict. And Flavia will guard your back.”

“And you will provide me with inspiration for the fanfiction I am writing about the two of you.”

“As you command,” said McCann, bowing to the inevitable. “It should be an interesting trip.”

Flavia nodded. Sensuously she licked her upper lip with her tongue. McCann grimaced. She winked.

McCann dry heaved. She blew a kiss. McCann projectile vomited. She pelvic thrusted victoriously.

[someplace-that-is-else]

Rihanna Sez It Best-Work, Work, Work: Trying to Write When Time is Short

I was super excited.

After so many delays, I was going to start on something new. And by new, I meant a new novel. LOL!!!

Crossover was the working title. It was a young adult sci-fi novel. I had originally started putting it together during NANOWRIMO (aka National Novel Writing Month) in 2013. It was to be a homage to my favorite sci-fi tv show of ever…Sliders. As I mentioned in last week’s blog A Tale of Threes (http://someplace-that-is-else.tumblr.com/post/155053536518/a-tale-of-three-writing-update-12-27-16), I had returned back to it after all of this time.

No…I was not giving up on my Nosferatu. In fact, the coming year would not only see the third book in the Darkened series coming out, but also a series of novellas. So there were still some tales to tell among my Nosferatu yet. However…it was time for something new for me to play with in the self-publishing arena.

But there was one problem that I appeared to be having with Crossover that I could not deny.

That problem was finding time to WRITE.

SIMPLE…RIGHT?

I remembered it well.

Most days, I found a way. It could have been a Starbucks. It could have been a coffeehouse along the street that snaked all through Hillcrest back in Little Rock, Arkansas. It might have been at the library by where I used to live. But somehow I usually set aside an hour (usually 6pm) to write. Then before you knew it…there was a new story, column, and/or novel.

Now?

I have two jobs. One job dealt with the restaurant industry. The other job had to do with the postal service industry. Both were incredibly time consuming jobs. And that was not even counting the fact that my schedule tended to shift. Usually if I had free time, it was spent trying to do all the things that I now had time to do. Errands. Laundry. A movie.

“Don’t you do it! Don’t you do it, you son of—”

Or…when I had time to write at home or edit…my internet connection tended to go out at the worst time. Usually, I’ll be sitting on my bed, feeling my face grow red. And my temper started to heat up. I felt frustrated, what little time I had slipping away.

When did it get so…complicated? Could I do it? Would I ever get some writing time?

SIMPLE…IF YOU WORK, WORK, WORK, WORK AT IT

In the time that I’ve been back in San Diego, I had written three novels. In that time, I had found time to sit down, take my pencil out, and put my words to paper. Just the thought…the ideal of it…made me see. I had to accept that if I was not finding the time to write, I could only blame one person.

The person I saw when I looked in the mirror aka ME.  

I would have to do something about it.

I saw the bus coming. I was on my way to Job Number 1. I got on easily enough. The various people from all walks of life getting on to go about their day. Meanwhile, I sat down in my seat, pulled out my pad, and started to write.

Usually, I could get ten minutes of time. Some days I had a few days of dialogue banter between my main character Nick and another character…usually Mia, the girl who was not what she seem. Some days there would be action like when Nick was attacked or followed by someone, hopefully reacting like a normal person would. Other days I might get a sentence out.

I had always been a firm believer that any time that a writer can get something down…even one sentence…then a writer had hit his goal. The main goal: writing.

And eventually…as all novels did…something happened. The writer would hit a different mode. The writer would go from setting up his story, writing just to write to a different state. That state of wanting to know what would happen next. The events at the end of the first section of Crossover surrounding Nick’s Homecoming game/dance did that for me.

���Ladies, gentlemen, crazy folk…I’m on my break!!!”

It was me on the mike in a fake British accent. Thanks to the laws of California, workers working hours of 4 to 6 were required to go on a 30 minute break. Some of my co-workers groaned when I did, especially on a day like today where it was slow enough that maybe I did not need my 30 minute break. However, it was time being put to good use. Not only would I be doing a Starbucks run, but I would also be able to use that time for something a little more important.

There I was on a stool. A soup and salad to the right of me. Meanwhile, my pad was out. And my pencil sped through my hand.

Writing.

MR. DJ, PON DE REPLAY

December, December, December.

I loathe December.

Both jobs took up most my time. Sleep was elusive. And as for writing…forget about it!!!

And that had not changed this year.

Both jobs still took the majority of the time. I could not begin to mention how many doubles that I had to pull. I would have rather been writing…or sleeping. It was crazy.

There was the sleep struggle. Usually when a person was done with work, they wanted to unwind a little. I was no different. However, sometimes I would get done around one in the morning. And unwind when you had to be back up in the morning at dawn? Not much room for writing…or sleep.

But…I had a writing goal for December this year. That goal was to finish writing the first section of Crossover. It had been a while since I had a writing deadline on myself. Even Darkchilde was a little more fast and loose than what I was used to when I was working on a new novel. My mind worried…could I finish on a deadline?

Annnnd…right before Christmas…I did. I finished my first section. I MADE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had found time. I had found time to sit. I had found time to write. I had gone back to some of my old techniques, and it had paid off. I was satisfied…for now. If I could do that, I could do anything.

Sometimes all a person could do was put in the time. As Rihanna would say, work, work, work. As a writer, I too had to be persistent if I was to get things done. And with two novels and several novellas in progress…as well as writing programs opening…I was going to have to get out of my own way. Stop being my own worst enemy.

And of course…WORK.

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Monster Family (Monster Roommate AU) Ch2

Eyyy fandom welcome back I’m going to be posting two chapters tonight in celebration of the up coming trailer! Enjoy my weird spider sex!

I’m going to put some additional warnings on this one: Spiders, and Oviposition are at play here. If you dont like that turn back now.

Ch2 Mike Hanlon Nearly Quits

The Derry library was finally quiet and calm on a snowy lazy Sunday afternoon. The busy morning browsers had finally begun to dwindle as they stopped in to stock up on a new mystery series then ducked back out into the cold with their entertainment for the upcoming snow storm. Mike Hanlon the head librarian decided he could take it easy for the rest of today, no one was going to show up in this weather. The remainder of the day was going to be nice and relaxing…..it was until they showed up.

“No! I am not doing this today.” the librarian groaned as an unusually tall man took several long strides to the non-ficiton section. He knew who the devilishly handsome stranger was the second he came in, the give away being in the way his baggy eyes drifted different directions and how his large delicate hands whipped the frozen beads of what was probably….hopefully drool from his plump lips.

“You are not welcome here we have a deal!” Mike chased after the disguise after being completely ignored by IT. It began tracing its fingers on the spines of books uncaring that the lighthouse keeper of The Losers Club was about to throw the biggest hardcover he could find at it. The creature finally turned to his greatest enemy when Mike found the courage to yank on his pea coat and it snapped the biology book in its hands shut causing Mike to jump out of his skin. Robert Grey grinned that disturbing wall eyed grin of his. “Hiya Mikey!”

“Leave.” the librarian growled

“Without my books? That’s not good business don't cha think?” he said as he leaned down to Mike’s level.

“What could you possibly want to find in a book?”

The disguised clown frowned and his cool steel eyes began to spark with amber. “I’m here for research Sheep Boy, remember our deal now. No phone calls, no dead kiddos.”

“I hope you’ve been sticking to it monster.” Mike spat

“Unfortunately I have.” the creature snarled and stood back up to tower over his enemy. “The things I do for family.” he muttered under his breath. “Now! About my research,”

“What makes you think I’m going to help you?” the librarian crossed his arms over his chest.

“I have given you more time to solve your little riddle have I not? I also must note that I happen to be a card carrying member of this library and last I checked it is your job to serve me yes?” The clown grinned and pulled an ancient piece of paper from his coat the name “Pennywise” scribbled on the dotted line in red child-like writing.

“I’m starting to think you don’t actually need any help at all.” Mike glared at the beast he was sure now that Pennywise’s agenda was to just humiliate him further.

The clown’s threatening posture relaxed and he let out a laugh. “Oh Mikey! While I do greatly enjoy causing you embarrassment I am genuine in my request. There is knowledge I seek that I do not have the time to observe on my own.”

“Which is?”

“Reproduction.”

“Nope.” Mike turned on his heel to leave.

“I don’t need help with the part you are thinking of, I am very skilled at mating!” the creature called after him.

“NOPE!”

Mike tried to make it to his office. He really tried, but was stopped by an extremely pale pregnant girl blocking the front of the door. A cheshire grin grew on her lips and Mike could see the enormous buck tooth front fangs she hid in her mouth. “Hey there Hanlon! Came to do some reading.” she grinned and removed her hood revealing a poorly dyed wig underneath. Color drained from Mike’s face. The clown was bad but the clown and his mate? He might as well set the library on fire.

“Need to borrow some books on spiders and What to Expect When You're Expecting do a girl a favor and point me in the right direction?”

“For the last time I will not help either of you.” the librarian growled.

“Wait who else is here?!” Leech’s ears perked up from under her wig, her face lit up when she saw Robert from across the room.

“WUFFLES!” the vampire shouted and shoved past Mike who got several looks from the elderly volunteers for not silencing the new obnoxiously loud visitor.

“Peachy pie?!” Robert grinned wide and extended his arms. “You changed your hair!” he said excitedly as he scooped her up and spun her around.

“This is a library!” Mike tried to shout over them but clearly the monsters didn't care.

“How are you feeling my love, better?”

“Yeah they've calmed down in there. Came by to pick up some reading material.” Leech placed her hands on her bump running her fingers gently over her babies. Robert got on his knees purring and cooing at his young.

“Are you giving your mother trouble my little ones?”

“Of course they are, they take after you.”

Robert growled affectionately at her and rose back up tilting his mate’s chin upwards to press a quick kiss to her lips. “I like the new color.”

“Doing rose for Valentines Day.”

“Ah yes, the holiday you won't stop reminding me about.”

“Cause you'll probably forget it.”

“Will not!”

“This is a library!” Mike shouted louder.

“Yeah it is Mikey so be quiet and bring me a book on spider anatomy.” Leech waved the poor librarian away as she plucked a medical book off the shelf and tugged on her mate’s scarf to bring him with her to a table. The pair sat down on opposite ends grinning up at one another every now and then. After a moment of reprieve from their chatter Leech once again resumed talking loudly across the table “So Ruffles what cha’ reading?”

“I'm more curious about what you're reading darling. Spider anatomy?”

“I want to know what I’m dealing with in here.”

“How coincidental. So do I.”  the disguised clown crossed his leg over the other and tapped the spine of his book on parenting. Mike slammed a book on their table labeled Spiders of the World interrupting the conversation. “I hope they're the kind that eat their parents after they're born.”

Robert stuck a long tongue out from behind a set of fangs as the librarian glared.

“Hey Bob you think I’ll lay eggs?” Leech interrupted the exchange and Mike tried to hold back the urge to throw up in his mouth as he evacuated the area.

“Most likely.” Robert cooly replied.

“I'm amazed that doesnt even phase you. How big?”

Robert shrugged and licked his finger obnoxiously to turn the page creating a spot of drool on the paper.

“Please don't damage the volumes!” Mike called out

“Please don't interrupt my reading librarian!” the eldritch snapped back making a defiant mocking face before soaking his finger with drool again. After another brief moment of quiet reading Leech flicked a pencil over at her mate’s head then waved sheepishly when he glared up at her.

“Hey! Tell me if this does anything for you.” she said as she began to rapidly tap the pads of her fingers on the books next to her. The disguised Pennywise paused his reading and glanced upward at the sound and Leech grinned making the tap again. A low curious chitter vibrated out of the creature’s throat as his eyes became a radioactive yellow. “Am I turning you on big guy?” Leech wiggled her eyebrows at him seductively. “Says here spiders drum on things to attract mates.” she tapped again louder and faster this time and Mike popped his head out from behind a shelf ready to throw them out, supernatural super beings be damned. With no warning the eldritch stood and floated up onto the table walking across it in a few short strides much to Mike Hanlon’s absolute horror. The creature hopped off with a thud nearly straddling his mate’s legs and leaned down over her as his arms trapped her shoulders to the chair.

“Faster.” he commanded. Leech blinked a few times then tapped on the book in her lap.

“FASTER.” fangs split out of the side of his face and a pair of spider limbs erupted from his back. Every person in the library merely glanced up as if all he had done was spill some water. Every person except a sweating mortified head librarian.

A dark blush of ichor formed on the nosferatu’s cheeks when she saw the hot and bothered beast practically panting above her. She began to tap again but was cut short when she found Penny’s lips crashing into her’s letting out a frantic clicking as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. Another set of arachnid limbs shot out of him to anchor him in place and the first set drummed furiously on the table as he kissed her.

“Breed with me.” he hissed out voice almost unrecognizable.

“I already did Ruffles.” Leech mumbled into his hot kisses. The creature growled and put his hands on her swollen stomach pressing his lips to her with more urgency as his tapping resumed nearly breaking the table.

“Again then...more...breed with me.” he was almost demanding it at this point. Leech couldn't help but twist a set of talons into her mate’s coat pulling him tighter to her. Before he could act Robert Grey found himself suddenly freezing and damp as Mike bravely wielded a fire extinguisher hosing him down once more when his radioactive red and yellow eyes snapped up at him.

“OUT! GET OUT! RIGHT NOW!” the librarian shouted preparing to spray again. The eldritch growled and hissed fangs extending through his gums. “I will do it again and you know I have more of these!” Mike warned them and Leech let out a loud “FUCK!” as she tried to wipe the chemicals off her jacket. Claws splintered into the chair behind her and Leech quickly snapped her fingers in her mate’s face to get his attention.

“HEY! Calm down Pen holy shit! You made a promise not to kill him remember?” The eldritch’s fangs receded back into its jaws “Come on grab your books you horny bastard it's not like we don't live together or anything.” The vampire stood up not wanting to be sprayed again and tried to calm her beloved horror shoving her book bag into his chest. “You can take me to the circus cart just don't flip out in public sheesh.”

An eldritch whine spilled out of the creature’s lips as he hoisted his mate to her feet. “Hey Hanlon I’m keeping the spider book if that's cool.” Leech grinned as her arms slipped around her monster’s slender waist.

“Its not.”

“Cool. Alright abracadabra!”

“Must you shout that every time I teleport us?”

“Let me have my fun and I’ll let you have your’s. Abracafuckingdabra.”

The creature hissed in annoyance but his massive hand still enveloped around hers cradling his mate to his body. His golden eyes flicked up as he clicked and churred at her his stare piercing into Mike with a look of mischief. Static fizzled in the air and the pair were gone along with several unchecked books. Mike sighed and began to wonder if supernatural security sensors were a thing.

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They reappeared in a room that was not the circus cart and Leech found her eyes darting around the dark space. If it wasn't for her night vision she'd be completely blind in the tunnel yet she still found herself collecting sticky webbing on her jacket anyway.

“Pen where the hell are we?” she asked him who's shape had already shifted into a familiar clown.

“Nest!” he grinned down at her with pride. It was like she was in a tunnel of soft sticky webbing that reminded her of spinning cotton candy before it was wrapped around a cone. It smelled sweet and made the ground feel like a giant suspended hammock made of silk Leech pulled away from her clown to touch the walls noticing the web covered ground outside of the soft cocoon was a bit firmer. He had made a nursery for them.

“Do you like it?” her clown bounced excitedly in the soft silk bed.

“Is this what you do while I’m at work all day?” she turned to him and smiled “And here I was going to suggest you get a hobby” Leech ducked back into the funnel and flopped into the webbing that caressed her like an extremely soft bounce house. Her mate crashed beside her causing Leech to bounce up with his weight. The vampire couldn't help the chuckle that spilled from her lips and Pennywise grinned wide pushing on the webbing to bounce her more. “PENNY STOP!” she laughed and squirmed her way over to him till she was in his arms. “Its gonna need some pillows so I can lay upright.” she said leaning up “How did you make all this?”

“Do you really want to know darling?”

“It came from your ass didn't it”

“Spinnerettes”

“Which are located on your ass”

“I warned you.”

“Speaking of, weird request, but can you make me something to prop myself up with? Back is starting to hurt.”

“I brought you here to mate with you darling.”

“No shit sherlock, but I'd like to be comfortable during.”

Pennywise stood up and grumbled to himself letting his form grow and melt away with his back to her. The giant spider that stood in his place adjusted its legs as it stood delicately in its web tunnel then it arched its abdomen forward a pair of legs beginning to knit and shape what Leech assumed to be silk. She decided she wanted to watch and moved around to the front of the enormous arachnid who hissed and turned away.

“Oh come on Pen it's not like we haven't done weird shit in front of each other before, it's just knitting with your ass thread sheesh.”

The spider hissed and churred.

“Yeah yeah spinnerettes I got it. Come here let me see what you're doing” she tugged on the spider's leg who reluctantly let her turn IT. She could see the large ball of silk in its pedipalps as it worked and spun it like a white ball of cotton candy. Leech couldn't help but rest her head on the metatarsus she was holding onto gently stroking her hand up and down the arachnids limb kissing it softly. The great spider turned its head cocking it a bit to the side in its quick robotic way of moving. IT’s mate smiled up at it and kissed it again this time more deeply with soft tapping on its exoskeleton. “Have I ever told you how impressive you are underneath the paint?” Leech grinned into the hard skin of its leg. “I bet I could ride you.” IT stopped its weaving and looked down at her in silence. “I meant on your back perv.” Leech rolled her eyes and shoved ITs leg, the creature hissed in response. “Oh come on Pen what’s the point of dating a giant spider god if you don't get to ride around it every now and then especially when you're having its demon spawn. You owe me a ride.” IT made another annoyed sound before swiftly lifting its mate into the air with a hooked claw at the end of one of IT’s legs. Leech squirmed a bit in IT’s grasp until the large silk pillow was thrust into her arms. It was way bigger than she thought it'd be, in fact a large dog would be pretty comfortable using it as a bed. She was carefully set down much to her surprise at how gentle IT could be with her, deciding to settle in on her new giant cotton ball while she watched IT fuss with the web ceiling of their nest. After a long awkward silence Leech sighed and removed her bra from under her shirt flinging it at the giant creature. “Will you stop your fussing and come here already sheesh Pen. It looks fine.”

The giant spider looked down at its mate its mandibles clicking and fluttering. “How do I cuddle you in this form?”

The giant arachnid slowly moved over her and lowered itself almost mechanically until its head rested atop her swollen baby bump. Leech grinned and traced it's fangs and mandibles. The spider twitched violently until its top half became the clown who leaned into her touch. “Are you satisfied now?” he purred through hazy yellow eyes.

“I think so.” she mumbled pushing her hands into his hair as he made his way up her body. Penny continued his insectile churring and clicking against her neck and ear. When she didn't respond to his usual noises of arousal he pulled back hovering above her breathing in her emotions through her scent. Sensing she wasn't satisfied the clown cocked an eyebrow.

“Hmm?”

“Turn back.”

The clown blinked in surprise and Leech sat back up removing her shirt.

“The spider is the closest to your true form right? I want you as you really are.”

“Are you sure you know what you are asking darling?”

“Has it ever bothered me before?” she smiled pulling him to her and kissing him softly. “I want you Pen, I don't care what form you're in.”

Pennywise rumbled out a curious growl returning to her neck clicking and purring. He dragged his tongue along her flesh until soft lips became sharp fangs and mandibles. Leech opened her eyes in a daze and the spider scraped ITs fangs over her cheek. She expected the familiar feeling of teeth sinking into her flesh and her body flinched instinctively but what came instead was gentle pressure. IT was being incredibly careful with her being so big and deadly. She felt the smaller set of front limbs trace over her swollen belly carefully hooking onto her belt loops and begin to tug. IT’s mandibles fluttered against her face in ITs version of a kiss which Leech returned as best she could drumming her fingers on ITs carapace. She felt the entire creature shudder and groan the noise muffled thankfully by the silk cocoon they were in. IT hovered over her predatory and hungry beginning to grow impatient with her pants tugging with more force.

“Let me get it before you tear them off Pen-” Leech began reaching to remove her jeans she was cut off by a terrifyingly loud hiss causing her to gasp and pull away. The scent of fear flooded the creatures senses the noise IT made could almost be described as a moan. IT lunged forward at her a pair of legs pinned her arms above her head working silk to tie them together. IT churred with arousal as it brought IT’s fangs back in close front legs tapping furiously causing the whole chamber to shake. With a harsh yank her pants were torn from her body and Leech opened her mouth to protest but was cut off when IT hoisted her into the air. “Pennywise! What are you- HEY!” Leech shouted at her mate who was already far too gone in IT’s own fantasies at this point. She was cut off again when her spider was now upside down and spinning sticky silk to fasten her to the ceiling. Leech blinked then smiled nervously “Bondage? Looks like I'm not the only one who's put some thought into this huh Pen?” she smirked and waved her ass in her restraints. The spider below her moved back above her body angling IT’s self into a comfortable position. Leech continued her bratty chatter until something large and slimy slid to rest on her backside. “Th-thats new.” She stuttered with large eyes the giant arachnid let out a laugh like chitter bringing its fangs back near her neck while it's small front limbs poked and rubbed her swollen breasts. She felt her spider's longer legs rubbing her belly as it rocked its abdomen back and forth grinding its alien member against her ass cheeks. Huge slimy globs of drool spilled over her shoulders and against her cheek each time IT turned its head to affectionately click and churr in her ear. The small vampire returned IT’s affection as best she could kissing and running her tongue over its fangs and mandibles in soft kitten licks. IT was being incredibly gentle for what it was, IT had to be, everything about IT was for death not love. She felt her spider's grip on her tighten a bit and she let out a hiss when its slick member rubbed against her folds lubricating her as much as IT could before beginning to press at her entrance. Leech cried out as the thing between her legs began to fill her it wasn't a tentacle and it was much bigger than she thought it'd be. IT began to drum its front legs on the wall as it growled and churred pushing its thick appendage into her until she couldn't take any more of it. The spider at her back went still, letting her adjust to IT as its member stretched her inner walls. She felt a spill of hot liquid on her back and felt her monster cooing in her ear checking on IT’s mate and tenderly rubbing its brood within her. “I-Im okay Pen.” She panted and the creature above her gave her a test pump, Leech moaned loud in response.

She could hear her mate making an insectile laughing noise above her clearly very pleased with itself before thrusting into her again beginning a slow rhythm. “OH myyYYy my g-gOD PEnny!” Leech shuddered out as she tried her best to fuck him back. She didn't know what to expect when she thought of trying this but at this point fucking IT was definitely something she planned on trying again. The spider at her back hissed and purred making its “love growl” to her as the bumps and ridges of its slick organ rubbed at her insides, careful not to disturb the clutch of eggs already growing within her. She felt IT grip her body tighter and something leaked from her tit as it pressed harder at her breasts. Involuntary cries of pleasure escaped her lips as IT rocked itself in and out of her dripping cunt. Her mate picked up the pace, mouthing the back of her neck gently and scraping ITs fangs into her skin just enough to prick it. She could feel IT’s venom in her fresh wounds giving her not pain but unexpected pleasure. Her skin feeling sensitive and tingly to the massive arachnid's touch on her breasts and swollen belly which IT still stroked with reverence. She was able to come out of her high just enough to hear the sounds her lover was making above her roaring and gurgling out some dead language as it fucked her pussy with less carefulness than before. Her ears pricked up when she heard a familiar word escape its mandibles. “LeeEecHiiE.” IT tried to purr her name over and over as hot liquid venom filled drool dripping off the back of her neck and shoulders. “Yes Pen fuck take me!” She growled out encouragement to IT knowing how much it loved praise “Take your little slut, don't hold back Pen please!” she heard IT roar in pleasure at that humping into her like it was a race. Leech came with a shuddering cry her mate still fucking her and pulling another from her body shortly after. Leech's long vampiric tongue lolled out of her mouth as her body took more of her monster's rutting and she barely registered it when her restraints were suddenly cut. IT flipped her around to her back setting her on the pillow it had made for her earlier before going back to chasing it's own release. She could feel its mandibles at her throat scraping her skin with more potent aphrodisiac venom. The amount of overstimulation she was receiving was reaching an uncomfortable level and the vampire began to beg for the massive spider's cum. IT roared loud once again drumming its front legs so hard IT shook the entire sewer. Suddenly it bit down on her shoulder and leech felt a gush of liquid fill her abused pussy followed by something solid and squishy filling her hole to the point of bursting. She came a final time as her mate released inside her milking what she knew now to be its ovipositor with her slick walls. IT pulled out violently and finished on her body ping pong ball sized eggs and cum bathing her as she shuddered and spasmed.

The vampire could only lay there in the sticky mess as leftover eggs leaked from her stretched hole and onto the web hammock she lay in. Moving wasn't an option at the moment no matter how weird or gross the situation was. She knew something was coming from her nipples but looking required too much energy. Her spider's mandibles fluttered gently over her skin first at her belly cooing at her young assuring that they were alright then against her cheek until fang were replaced by a giant's soft red lips. Pennywise in his giant form, began to lick her clean his tongue covering half her body. She could feel his large thumb gently rubbing her forehead and his lips pressing against her body every now and then with massive kisses.

“Holy shit Pen.” Leech finally panted out and her whole body vibrated with his giggle.

“Are you alright little one?” He purred as he shrunk down.

“Am I still alive?”

“Very much so darling. You did so well for me.” He cooed as he settled beside her pressing his hand on her belly as he purred against her ear. Leech found the strength to turn and press her lips to his smiling into the kiss. “I fucking love you.” She giggled and bumped her head against his.

“And I you sweet thing.”

After a long quiet moment Leech finally decided to look down and assess herself and yelped when she saw her tits covered in red human blood. “OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK? WHY IS IT RED?!?!! THAT IS NOT MILK!” Pennywise seemed a bit startled by the sudden shouting and bolted up in surprise sniffing her and groaning at the false alarm.

“You are fine Peachy.”

“MY TITS ARE BLEEDING A COLOR THEY DON'T NORMALLY BLEED!”

“You need to feed our young somehow dear.”

“So I'm stockpiling blood instead of milk?!”

Penny growled and placed a hand over his growing young. “Everything is alright.”

“This whole pregnancy is terrifying I hope you know that.”

“I'm very aware.” The clown rolled his eyes and changed the subject tapping gently on her rounded stomach. “They will be vulnerable their first month this place will be soft and safe.”

“How do you know” leech turned to him finally calmed down. Pennywise grinned smugly at her and tapped his bulbous forehead.

“Instinct”

“Something I lack. Its gonna be hard for me to take care of them I'm not...the most maternal person. I hope you know that.” Leech sighed her hand joining her mate's over their babies.

“Peachy pie.” He purred and rubbed his cheekbone into her “We will learn together.” Leech laughed at the thought.

“I can't wait to see you of all people try to interact with a baby in a way that doesn't end in eating it.”

“I'm sure you will get endless amusement.” The clown rolled his eyes.

The vampire beamed and kissed her monster's cheek nuzzling him obnoxiously. “I sure will!”

Her clown sighed in annoyance and turned into her “Rest my love. I will bring you something to eat.”

“AB blood type please!” She grinned and kissed the creature on the nose.

Pennywise huffed but a small smile tugged at his lips and he returned her affection before standing and leaving their nursery. “Sleep well darling.” He purred before disappearing into the darkness.

SO YEAH I WENT THERE. Wake up fandom shits gotten weirder and more depraved. I hope you all enjoyed my weird spider egg bukkake. Love you freaks!