L.a. Nantz the Nightkiller

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OK my darlings, now that the story is writing itself again i have decided to let you help me with a very small part of it. the name of a Deamonis that is going to be introduced into the story. i will give you a hint at the story line by way a few paragraphs of it. they will be from different parts of the chapter i am working on so you can get as basic ideal of her. there is no real prize here, save a mention in the credits of the 2nd novel for helping with the name and a signed copy of it BEFORE it goes into print. yes thats right you will get to see the entire story for free before anyone else!

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1)you can enter as many names as you would like but only once. so before you post your name ideals to me make sure you have what you want to submit. i will not accept a second post. any attempt to get me to do so will result in you being removed from the contest.
2)No name from another novel currently in print will be acceptable. names from works in the 1800's will get consideration.
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Her features were still fresh in his mind, the long dreadlocked multi color hair, black lipstick and eye liner, the pale white face and piercing red eyes for some reason both excited him and frightened him. Her height was also bothering him, he could not tell if it was from the tall boots or her actual height.

            Richard was about to ask the bar tender her name when he felt a hand on his shoulder, then lips press against his ear. Her breath was cold and smelled of something foreign but not unpleasant, he could not place the scent… but he also realized he could not understand her words.

            The world for him had again taken a turn for the horrific. As her words echoed in his ears he saw visions of people moving, both bright and dark, transparent and other worldly, heavenly and hellish.

            Richard turned around to face the woman and prayed the visions would stop, but to his horror they were still there, moving through the living as if they had no idea they were there. And this time the woman that he had seen was still as she had appeared when he first saw her but now, now she was red instead of pale white, splitting the dreads at the back of her head and curling under and forward were two very evil looking horns. And as she spoke a forked tongue licked at his flesh.

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Chapter six – A week in Hell

Part I

            “What time is it?”

            Lilith had just woken and wanted to know what the hell had been going on and where she was. Sitting up she saw Liz lying next to her and on the couch lays the P.I. that had been stalking her and Liz.

            He was watching them. His shirt was off and he had been bandaged up like a mummy. His entire chest and abdomen were white with bandages. There were at least 3 spots that still bled, and he was paler than she remembered him ever being. He raised his one good arm, the other in a sling and set in a cast, and told her it was 3pm.

            “How long have we been here? And why are you all fucked up?”

            Richard frowned at her and replied.

            “That’s gratitude for you, I almost get killed helping Liz there free you and you can’t remember it? fuckin` Figures.”

            “I remember only being freed, from … hell.”

            Lilith sets up and moves to the end of the bed hoping not to disturb Liz. She saw a pack of smokes on the floor next to Richard and asked to have one. With his good arm he tossed them up at her then the lighter, he then pushed the ashtray so it was still with in his reach. After she had lit a smoke for her she tossed the pack back at Richard, and then the lighter.

            He followed her lead and lit one for himself. After a few puffs he looked up over at her. She was still the same person, but he knew someone else was driving and he wanted to make sure he stayed on her good side. Something about her eyes now just really unnerved him.

            She was watching him, almost with a predators stare, waiting for whatever, he had no clue, and he decided to answer her questions as best he could.

            “We are in Hamtramck. It’s an old polish town on the fringes of Detroit. How long have we been here, 3 weeks, you’ve been out cold all that time. Liz there has been taking care of both of us. She’s been a real trooper. Honestly if it was not for her and her brother, we’d both be dead.”

            Lilith looked at him and felt his mind, searched it for the signs of a lie and found none.

            “So Liz has more than one brother?”

            “yeah but both of them have been in and out, bringing supplies and helping her bring you… food.”

            “Both,” Lilith wondered if the one from the slave pen was still alive, then asked, “Is one of those brothers a doctor?”

            “Yeah…” he watched her get up and move to the window to look out. She saw a massive church across the street, and turned to look back at him.

            “What is the name of that place over there?”

            Richard tried to remember but found that he could not, and said that the name of the church was the same as the street that it was on. He then added there was a bar down the street called “Mephistos” Lilith laughed a little of the irony of that, and went back to the window and watched as the world turned outside, old couples walking hand in hand, cars turning on or off the street… children playing in the fenced in yard of the church.

            “It’s a school too,” came Richard’s voice from behind her as if answering her unasked question. With out looking back she saw a road sign that read ‘Florien’ and reasoned the name of the church then must be ‘St. Florien’.

Everywhere she looked she saw the effects of time on this street, and the little world it created. Time had not been kind, but still there were signs that the people here, cared for this, their little corner of the world and took what ever care they could to make the place as warm as they could.

            She turned from the window and went to the kitchen to look for something to drink and found to her surprise, bottles of blood. Without hesitation she took one out and returned to the room that Liz and Richard were in.

            Liz was now setting up and yawning, smiling at seeing her mistress up and about. Before she could say anything though, Lilith asked her.

            “Where did this come from?” holding the bottle of blood out to her, she then opened it and took a deep drink. It was cold but still it was good and comforting. She could not help but noticed that something was missing, what she could not put her finger on.

            Liz smiled and said her brother had gotten a job at a local blood bank and had been collecting bottles for her when no one was looking. Liz beamed with pride over this and hopped Lilith would be proud, but instead Lilith said.

            “He has to stop that now. No more, I will not feed like this.” She emptied the bottle and tossed it in the trash.

            “You feel up to going out tonight for a hunt darling?”

            Liz’s squeal of joy was a little too loud, both Lilith and Richard looked at her sideways, Lilith with a smile. Richard however was more than a little disturbed by it. He knew they were close but he had no idea it was like this, and wondered if he would live much longer. Lilith just regarded him and laughed saying, “if you’re a good boy I might even let you enjoy Liz’s company.”

            Liz looked over at him and smiled like she had that first day he saw her in the dinner. Richard felt almost at once utterly sick and passed out form the strain of his pain and the fear the thought of them playing with him brought to him.

            When he woke up several hours later he was alone, the TV was still on, and all he could think of was how to get the fuck out of here. Then he remembered his boss, Stephen and looked around for a phone. He found his in the kitchen.

After sitting at the table trying not to think about what would happen if they came in while he was on the phone he decide to put his fear away, and make the call. Moving to the front of the house to watch for them from a window he waited as the phone seemed to ring for ever, then it was answered.

            “Beldon speaking, how may I help you?”

            “Beldon, its me Richard… fuck, its all fucked up, is the boss there?”

            “The ‘Boss’ is resting at this time; I have been instructed to take what ever information you may have. What is wrong?”

            “Look I don’t know how much time I have, ‘She’ has me, they have stepped out but I am shot up real bad and not in a hospital. I don’t know how much longer I will be kept alive. This shit is fucked up Beldon I did not sign on for this….” He is cut off by Beldon at this point.

            “You were hired to follow, not get involved, if you have gotten into trouble that is your affair. Tell me where you are and I will see what can be done to get the “Bose” there as soon as possible. But until then, you’re a smart man, stay alive.”

            Richard could not believe he was hearing this but didn’t know what else to do. He knew if he tried to leave he would be hunted down by them faster than he could run. The thought of being hunted by them terrified him.

            “Someplace in Hamtramck mi, I will need to do a little recon once I can get up and around to tell you exactly were. There’s no mail here.”

            “Very well then, hope to hear from you soon. The sooner you call back the sooner we can get you out.” Click.

            OK, how to stay alive? Richard sat there for a while and said fuck it and got dressed, found the key he had and headed down the street to the bar called “Mephistos”.

The shadows and echoes of things, people, even events passed or lost, it’s a wonder we as Vampires can claim to be "sane". So many things to distract us and keep us, lost in time.

On days like those, I smile and enjoy the show; it is as movie on a screen made of very thin silk. Shimmering forgotten in my mind things lost or found, a transparency in my eyes, clouding what ever I may be doing, or watching with that same memory.

Part 1 of what else can go wrong!

“Ok everybody, we need to get the ol’girl off this lake or down in it. Nathan get below and see if you can get the drive working again. Finn, you and Daniel start bringing sails in and locking everything down. Kristina get the kids below, I promise as soon as we are safe they are going to live with your parents while we are out *touring*.”

Everyone nodded their agreement and headed off to do the task set for them. Robert took a moment to clear his head of the living nightmare they had just survived. He looked out at the storm coming ever closer, it’s lightning, it almost appeared to be striking in the direction of the Ophelia. Robert smiled to himself at the thought of such a thing.

There was a tug on his pants, he looked down and the service clank that had so passionately worked to set him free was there. Its mettle, even brighter than it had seemed before.

It clicked and whistled at the Capt. A scrap of paper in its hand. He bent down and took the paper, on it was a series of ‘1’s and ‘0’s. it was trying to communicate? He stood there looking at the little clank, then out loud said “you need a name.” it spun on its three wheels and let out such a racquet that Robert feared it my blow a seal, but it held and just looked at him with the patience of a well trained pet or… one of his children?

Putting the paper in his pocket till he could go over it and try and figure out what it had said to him, he looked at it and asked the clank;

“What do you think of the name, “’R-c’ As in Robert’s Clank. You know just till we can figure out what you call yourself?”

The little clank did its dance of steam and clicks and even managed to jump off the deck it seemed, its two eyes began to glow a warm yellowish light. It seemed he liked the name.

The moment was quickly lost when “R-C’s” luster went from almost brand new brass in color to a dull rusty color, all the light in its eyes seemed to fad away and it pointed over the bow towards the storm.

There was more lightning than before when The Capt. Had looked just before he was distracted, but there in the storm was the largest Tornado he had ever seen! The thunder was no where to be heard as each strike of lightning lit the funnel of wind and water coming towards them… it was too close to not have sound, it was too close to get away, it was too close to do anything other than stand there and watch in horror as he and the crew on the Ophelia were about to be consumed by this hellish silent storm. Then he saw it, somewhere in the depths of the tornado coming closer and closer was another air ship… he watched as it was torn to pieces in the furry of the natures hate. He watched not one but 5 people get ripped from the deck, of … NO, it cant BE?!!!

I just got done watching grays anatomy, and all it did was  make me feel the weight of my own oppression bearing down on me and how far down it has pushed me away from everything and everyone I once loved.

Part VI

Roberts raised his gun and took aim as Nathanael stepped closer, his teeth all too broken and shattered.

“Stay back Nat, if you are Nat, I don’t want to hurt you” Said the Captain.

But his friend kept stepping forward, almost shambling… then it dropped to its knees and began to turn to dust. Roberts watched in horror as his old friend disappeared before his very eyes. Stepping onto the bridge he saw his Daniel and Kristina turning to ash as well, it was over. He was not sure of how or why he just knew it was over. But, where is everyone?

His head still ached something fierce, and he knew he had to get the ship under control.  First though, he had to make sure the kids were ok. Moving back down the hall he came to their door and called inside.

“Kids, it’s me. you ok in there?”

“No, I just shot Auntie Finn, but she said she was a monster, are you a monster too?” the oldest called out from inside the door.

“No, I’m you old man, the monsters are all dead now. I know I told you not to get into the armory, but I know you did, and well… I’m real proud of you. But you need to not shoot when I come in ok?”

“Ok…” said the oldest again, the shaking in his voice getting stronger. Robert turned the knob of the door and pushed it open just enough, and there his boy was, still holding the lightning gun, behind him the other kids, their mother, Daniel, and nat. Robert moved over and took the gun and sat it to the side and gave his kids a huge hug. Once he was sure they were ok he turned to his wife and friends. One by one they were woke up and everything was explained in detail.

It was Kristina that asked, “Where is Finn?”

They all moved out and into the belly of the Ophelia, and after a considerable amount of time found her deep in the cargo hold. She was tied up and gagged. When she saw them all, she tried to pull away, and then realized they were who they were supposed to be and let Kristina remove her gage, and untie her. As she did Finn explained to them that she had over heard the beast talking about an employer, that someone had hired them to capture, kill and replace all of them.

At that moment the ship lurched to one side and the drive engine made a sickening noise as if it had been frozen in place. They ran out of the hold and up to the bridge in time to see the ships anchor rip away from the ship, as some monstrous creature fell back into the water of the lake they were now stranded over.

“Great, what else can go wrong today!” said Captain Roberts, as thunder rolled across the sky. They all turned around to see the largest storm they had ever seen in their collective lives, slowly making its way towards them.

“I guess that answers your question” Said Daniel blandly. The oldest son of the Captain promptly kicked him in the shin.

Thunder

Summer finally came. But not till after the spring had left, and this year spring was nothing to celebrate. All over the world people were dying horribly from what the media called Mother Nature’s revenge. An allergy outbreak that was so terrible that…

Like I said, summer finally came; the spring to summer transition was full of storms though. I remember when the rain started, everyone loved the sound of the thunder back then, before the pollen stopped and the rain came.

I was sitting in the living room in the last days of April when it started. At first it was a light rain like we had gotten used too, we heard the gentle rolling thunder in the distance and I had all the TV’s off, just enjoying the sound of birds again. The sky was a light grey as the rain came down and I remember….

Mary was outside for the first time sense the snow melted, she was trying to get a picture of a chipmunk on the back porch. The little bugger had taken to coming up and digging in her flowers. She was not mad, but she did want to prove to everyone he was doing it. she had her umbrella out and open to keep the rain off her and was patiently waiting for him when I heard the loudest blast of thunder I had ever heard. I heard her scream and I got up to go see if she was ok.

There was no sound coming from the back porch at all, the sun was starting to show threw the clouds and I could still hear rolling thunder in the distance… I could smell the burnt flesh before I saw her. Still crouched on the porch, the umbrella still over her, smoking, smoldering in the light rain, the embers glowing in the ash of her… her body began to crack and break under its weight, then fell apart like so much burnt wood.

The camera fell and hit the deck and the flash went off.

Stunned and horrified, I went to go out as another blast ripped through the air and the blinding light somewhere close by and another scream, then another blast and scream… they began to hammer the very air, the concussion of each strike a hammers blow with in the body, a painful blow that knocked me to my knees. I fell back wards away from the glass doors leading out to where Mary had been… the thunder pounded the house and air all around me. It was so loud I could not hear my own screams. For 30 minutes the bombardment of thunder and lightning lasted with out end, and then it was over.

The rain was light, the sun faded back behind the light grey overcast, the thunder gently rolling in the distance again. I lay on the ground holding my head trying desperately to convince myself it was all just a nightmare that I would wake up, and Mary would be sleeping beside me still…

The sound of sirens stirred my mind and I slowly sat myself up. I sat there leaning on one hand, the other hand still to my head, trying to block out the memory of the thunder. But all I could hear now was the sound of people wailing, sirens from police, fire, and ambulances now echoed through the streets of my home town.

Once I was able to stand I opened the back door and stepped out into the light rain and approached Mary’s remains. Slowly I picked the scorched umbrella up and laid it to one side, the ash of her was still vaguely in the form of her. Her face could still be made out, her eyes still had some color… She almost looked … I reached out to touch her face and it broke and crumbled.

I was startled by the sound of a voice behind me but did not look at them. It was the police; they wanted to know if anyone in my home had been injured. I said I was alone now. That Mary was gone; I asked if they could help me gather up her ashes, they said they didn’t have the time that over 60 people died in the storm…

That storm tracked across the country in 8 days, the death toll at the end of it was over 70,000. The country mourned its dead, and the following week similar storms tore across Europe, Asia, Africa, and every major continent. No country was spared the thunder that month.

I say month but it was only 2 weeks, two weeks of nightmare storms, tornadoes that came in waves sometimes as many as 25 or more in a single front, grouped so tight all 25 could fit in a 10 mile radius. But it was the lightning, the thunder that left its mark on the minds of the world. 5 million dead by the time summer started.

Then the rain stopped, and the clouds went away, and the sun began to shine.

So yeah, I was supposed to have a doctors appointment tomorrow but I have to cancel it till I can get the mess with blue cross blue shield straitened out.

What mess is that? Well I sent a payment in late so they didn’t send me a bill for the next month till late. So I paid that one as soon as I got it but now I am behind a full month and they wont send me a bill to get me caught up. So I am paying for health insurance, but they have me flagged in the computers at the doctors and pharmacy’s as inactive.

That means I don’t have insurance but I do. Make sense?

So tomorrow I need to get on the phone with them again and try to convince them that I need the bill sent so I can pay it so I can get my status set to active. I tried to do this last week they told me to call Monday and work it out. Gir.

So my sleep has been less than sleep, meaning not at all. If I do sleep its so stressed out that I wake up feeling more tired and fatigued than I did when I went to bed. To top it off, I cant sleep as long as I need to cause the house don’t stop for me. Everyone is up and doing what they need to do… which means I am interrupted constantly and sleep is impossible.

By time night comes I am so wired I cant get to sleep till 3, 4, 5am… the house gets up and starts moving at 6am. My migraines have started up again from lack of sleep, the fibro is a nightmare, the ibs is, well what it is. See I have Sleep apnea which is so bad it causes insomnia, that in turns causes narcolepsy. Yeah no shit, I was like, “you can’t have all three” when the doctors told me, but apparently you can, and I do. Makes life a very interesting series of tactically laid out plans that seldom flow the way they are planned too flow, simply due to the ‘fog’ that comes with the fibro and the sleep deprivation.

How bad is my sleep deprivation? The doctor compared it to drinking so much you black out. You can be awake and doing shit and not even know it. So everyday is an adventure. I am just so thankful the nightmares have not started up yet.

Now on to something worth while, I am working … well should be working on the second novel in my vampire series. I have about half the chapters written, and I need to get the rest done so I can start working on the editing… but I cant seem to find the mind to write the novel… sucks. I am working on fan fic which keeps me writing and keeps me from going stale, if you follow me. So I need to sit down and work out a play list that will help me write, yes I write better when listening to music, but the music has to fit the writing. Like when I am doing the fan fic I listen to the band I am writing about (Abney Park) it makes writing the fan fic real easy and it goes very fast. I can hammer out a full page cliff hanger in like 30 min or so.

I guess I am stressing over it cause I wrote the first novel in three months, wrote it out strait threw, none stop really. I’ve been working on the second novel for 6 months now… and like I said only about half way through. So I need the music, but can’t seem to find the time to do the play list, or I get distracted and fail altogether when I do sit down to do it. gir. So that’s where I am, I am at gir.

Kristina backed up and hit the cabin wall; it took a step forward and was tripped by the real Captain. It looked at him and made a horrid noise, that chilled Kristina to the bone, but she took the moment and bolted for the door. Robert had gotten his hands free and was trying his best to keep the beast all tangled up so she could get away, it worked.

            Robert tried to yell to her to get to the armory but he could not make a sound and when the beast grabbed him, he suddenly felt very weak and passed out again. Kristina seeing him go lifeless again screamed and slammed the door shut, and ran up the corridor towards the children’s room, but before could get there the other Finn popped up and caught her.

            Back in the engine room Daniel and Nathanial were talking about Nathaniel’s encounter with the captain on the bridge.

            “NO, I am serious, Capt. Roberts was coming on to me, and it was being very forward about it. If Kristina had not come on the bridge when she did I don’t know what he would have done.”

            “Wow,” said Daniel, “I never knew the Capt. Was like that, you sure he was coming on to you, and not just goofin?”

            “He touched my junk man; there is nothing silly or goofin about it. He was serious!”

            At that moment they heard Kristina scream and rushed out and into the hall to find Finn holding her up. They looked at each other and moved to help, but Finn stopped them. With a smile a little to big to be natural she told them she would help Kristina back to her room and asked if they would like to join her. She moved like a serpent and licked her lips suggestively at them, then turned to carry the unconscious Kristina to the room she had just come out of.

            Nat and Dan just looked at each other knowing something was wrong. Wanting to make sure everything was ok, they followed her into the cabin, and then all that were left were the children.

            The oldest had seen what had happened and thought feverously to figure out what to do. He knew they were too small to fight these people that looked like their family and friends, but he also knew something had to be done. So against his fathers order never to go near the weapons locker, he snuck in and got the smallest gun he could. The power pack was heavy but he managed to get it back into his room with his brother with out being seen.

            It seemed like hours had gone by when the door opened and Finn walked in. he kept his little brother behind him and the gun out of sight. Finn stepped closer and they backed away, she smiled and asked.

            “What’s wrong, don’t you like your auntie Finn no more?”

            “You’re not Finn…” he said and she smiled bigger.

            OH? Then who am i?”

            “I don’t know, but your not Finn, she don’t stink like you do”

            Your right child I am not Finn.”

            “You’re scaring me,” he said.

            “Don’t be afraid child,” said the Finn thing, “I’m just a monster”

            Both the strange creatures looked at each other with a little more than shock when they heard the loud impact on the hull. For a moment they wondered if they had been shot, then the ship lurched and began to descend against its will. They both ran over to the big bay window and looked out. They saw the town in arms, almost at the edge of the tree line and the rest of the crew now ascending the rope ladder, which had been left out.

Moving quickly, they did their best to make things look as normal as possible. As Kristina breached the deck of the ship they looked over at her and smiled.

            “None to quickly you’re here dear, now the rest in a hurry must soon alight the nest, er’ the town will burn us all, and none among them will a single tear bawl!” said the captain. Not meaning to stop, Kristina did, and just stared for a moment at Robert, but the sound of the kids behind her asking for help snapped her too.

            Soon everyone was on deck and the rope to the anchor was cut and they were off. Below the towns folk gathered on the top of the hill and watched at the Ophelia made off into the night, each of them looking angry and happy, joyful and concerned. The mayor who was there turned and looked at the captain of the cities police and said, “well its their problem now, we tried to warn them.” And headed back to town with everyone else, knowing that their town would now sleep a little sounder with the doppelgangers no longer in their midst.

            On board, Kristina had gotten the children tucked away in their bunks and had gone to the bridge to talk with Robert. She found Nathaniel and Robert talking very closely. Nathaniel however looked very uncomfortable, his back was to the main window and Robert had him pinned there, one hand firmly on the glass on either side of poor Nathaniel.

            She cleared her throat loudly and they both looked over at her, Nathaniel looked like he would jump out of his skin, but took the opportunity to duck out and under the Captains reach and excused himself and headed back to his own little room. Once he was off the bridge Robert looked at her and seemed a bit cross with her. She took a step closer and slapped him.

            “What was that?” she demanded.

            “Nothing my pidgin, I merely wanted him to closer listen…”

            Before he could finish the statement she scowled at him and turned to leave, he reached out and grabbed her arm and spun her too.

            “Now don’t you with me all angry be, it will all be soon clear for you to see!”

            “No,” she said, “its going to be clear to you, either snap out of it, or we are going to have problems.” Kristina had had enough for tonight and headed to their room, the door was stuck but she got it open and almost tripped trying to turn the lights on. That’s when she saw them, Finn and Robert, beaten, gagged and tied up. She turned around started and confused as the creature said.

            “Now you’ve my surprise ruined for sure…. I don’t have a rhyme for that, looks like I’ll just have to use my bat!”

             Finn rolled to the side and felt the wind of the wrench pass her head and came up face to face with… The Captain!!!

            “Who… what… how…?”

The shock would have to wait, he was attacking her again, but as she fought with this… thing, and that is all she could call it, because as it fought with her she could see glimpse of its real form, something formless, faceless, hissing at her, trying to hard to hold onto the captains likeness but as she fought with it, the thing started to look more and more like her…

            Mean while below Kristina, Nathan and Daniel along with the children had gotten to where the Ophelia should have been, they looked up, and found her making wide arcs overhead…then they heard Finn scream. Daniel dropped his gear and found the Pneumatic magnetic grapple and set about with the others help to get a good anchor set in the ground. 3 min later they could hear the sound of the mob that they had been running from getting louder down the hill somewhere in the forest… all to close.

            Kristina did her best to keep the kids from getting too upset, they had never been this close to ruin with the children, and she found it hard to deal with, looking over at the others she almost yelled at them in a panic to hurry up. What ever was going on up on the ship she didn’t care, she just wanted to make sure the children were ok. Inside she knew that Robert and Finn were both more than a match for whatever was going on up there, they had to be.

            Finns eyes opened and there was a bandage on her head where the wrench had found its home, it was bleeding a little but not as bad as she feared. Captain Robert’s was working to get the ship back under control. Finns eyes moved from side to side looking for signs of the… thing, fear gripped her for a moment then she saw the other ‘capt’n ‘ tied up and gagged in a corner. It had to be the thing, why else was she taken care of and the captain working so hard… then he turned to her and smiled and her face flashed over his like and echo or shadow… the blackness in its eyes and rows and rows of gleaming teeth… then she walked out looking at herself smiling as well…

            “The others are below… we could have them all… bring us down.” it said to the captain thing, then it kneeled down and grabbed Finns bound feet and the captains bound feet and dragged them to a waiting cabin. Finn was gagged and the door closed and locked.

            Captain Roberts called for Finn to hurry; the rest of the crew was still trying to gather their gear before the town folk got to their camp. Another show gone badly, They still had not gotten used to the prospect of riots breaking out over their performances’… but it had. As he approached the moored Ophelia, he thought he saw someone enter the cabin, then he notice the mooring lines were loose and the Ophelia was taking to the air. He got to the mooring line and tried in vain to rescue it. Giving up as Finn came running up behind him he made the ladder and began to climb up, close behind

            “Captain… what is going on… did you lose the ropes?”

            “No, and I don’t know why she is adrift, we need to get her under control fast!”

            Capt. Roberts pointed out over the horizon to the approaching mob that was all too eager to keep them right where they are. See it was not just the great playing of the crew of the Ophelia; it was the kids, they had moved, as they thought un noticed by the crowd and lifted a purse here, a wallet there. They however were not quiet so unnoticed.

            Once on deck he and Finn began doing what they could to bring the airship back down and not strand their fellow air pirates. It was the sound of the main engine roaring to life that stopped them both. They looked at each other and the captain order Finn to keep her here, even if she had to steer her in great big circles. He knew had not just imagined someone else going up the ladder.

            He headed back to the engine room and found that not only was the engine running but someone had started the ‘thermal gravitational lift blower’ that allowed there seemingly small air frame to lift 7 times it calculated weight with ease. As he tried to shut it down he found that the main valve that controlled its pressure was broken off, deliberately. He heard someone come up behind him and thought it was Finn and turned to ask for help in manually turning the ‘TGLB’ off when he was struck on the head.

            Finn managed to set the wheel in a great circle, that mostly kept the Ophelia in one place, the rest of the crew was below and trying desperately to grab hold of the emergency escape harness that Finn had sent down when the Captain came on deck.

            “Finn the TGLB is malfunctioning, I need you to head back and shut it down. I will see what I can do to get everyone else on.”

            With out question she nodded and headed back, taking only a glancing look back over her shoulder to see the captain sick his tongue out at her…. She almost stopped but yelled at her to hurry or everyone would be left behind.

            It took her a few seconds to get there and she found the main valve broken, but there was a little blood on the floor. She got low and that’s when she found the captain unconscious, stuffed real tight in behind the drive.

            “What the fuc… “before she could finish her thought, the captain before her opened his eyes and said weakly, “be.. hind.. you.”

Current Location: my desk in the oubliete
Current Mood: amused
echos in the dark (Music): mad tv

I have tried for the last few days to go with out my pain meds…

I have tried for the last few weeks to stop smoking…

I tried to day to be happy….

A few weeks ago I found out a friend of mine is going through a really hard time, I found out her marriage is dying and she is dying emotionally with it. I have tried to consol her and help her get through it, I don’t know if its working, I don’t know if I am helping.

I have always seen her as a strong woman that can do anything she wants, why? Because from where I stand she has. But her self image is contrary to what I see, and I have been trying to convince her that she is strong… but she said something and it made me think and she is right.

Each of us has a self image that is contrary to what others see, whether for good or bad, how we see ourselves never matches how others see us. 

I would like to know how you guys see me, even if you don’t really know me, how do I come off to you in my writing, art, and blogs?

Next, while talking with her I realized I may not be able to help her find a way to coup with the issues that are hurting her, because I still have not healed or gotten over my own divorce. And I want nothing more than to be over it, her… but I have not found a way to do so. Admittedly, not being able to drive or get out and be social hurts me in this regard greatly…. But… I need answers I guess, answers I will never get, so what do I do?

Any ideas?

Current Location: in front of my desk
Current Mood: hopeful
echos in the dark (Music): hanzel und gretyl

Incubus/Succubus is a sprawling story intertwining the lives of an old vampire and a new one and their adventures through the years. With unflinching and beautiful descriptions, L.A. Nantz takes us on a journey that holds its reader up until its riveting ending. [sic] - Ophelia Crane Author of “The Affair”

There are two major characters here, one a vampiric "incubus" and the other more so a succubus then anything else, and throughout the novel we read of their individual exploits and misadventures that are altogether raw, gritty, sexual, and harshly gut-wrenching exploitive.  It is choc full of great morbid vision and story-driven circumstance. [sic] Nickolas Grabowsky author of the “Ever born”, and “Halloween IV”