It was as if Ramone's blood sang through him.
Clive had never felt such enlightment. Vigor too. He staggered back after he was finished and after it burned him to the core of what he'd done...he could barely breathe.
Clive blinked. Ramone was under his skin wasn't he? Were his thoughts now Clive's thoughts. Clive squinted with the throbbing sense that this was not normal. Was it the fact he had not just Ramone's blood but remnants of Vada's blood too.
"Shit." His body quivered. What was happening to him. Was he to become something else? Perhaps he was one of them. He'd never felt so helpless, even when he turned the first time. No longer human.
"What! You can't handle it?" Ramone gave him a dead stare. His lips moved but Clive couldn't quite make out the words. He was all over Clive then. His lips. His kiss. His grip like hot lava striking through him upon every limb. It was as if he was consuming him.
It took everything to fight Ramone.
Clive breathed in his surroundings. There was only one thing left to do, but to turn Ramone before it was too late.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
never say never
"I might like you better if you were high," Clive told Ramone.
"Just how high do I have to be?" They were on the roof top already, far far away from Vada in another town over. Clive definitely didn't want to take his chances of stirring up more trouble with her.
"Here, take these," Clive handed him over a couple white pills, gave him some whiskey to wash it down. "You'll like it better this way too. Trust me." Clive looked at him slyly. "You're a thrill seeker, aren't you?"
"What of it?" Ramone shrugged taking the pills, downing the drink. Clive wish he could do these things. It made him melancholy that he couldn't. It just wasn't right. So many things that weren't right. It was hard to suppress his appetite. He so didn't want to be this disgusting for Vada's sake, and yet there was a purpose in mind. He was seeking something too. Was it to know Vada through Ramone?
There was the urge to kiss Ramone then, perhaps hoping for a taste of bourbon hot on Ramone's lips or just the necessaty to bite a little into Ramone's bottom lip to see into his world.
Where Vada was pure and full of scheduled thoughts of day in and day out life of mundane activities.
Clive had found the work of a serial killer, unaware of how powerful he really was. It stung Clive of the places Ramone had been, the things he never told Vada. He loved his solo life, going in and out of people's lives, just to leave them mangled and torn in the end.
It jerked through Clive's thoughts then. He found it rather fascinating and disturbing at the same time. But one thing was for sure, Ramone's blood made him stronger.
"I thought you were going to wait," Ramone looked troubled by the kiss.
"Of course, that was just you know, a taste to compare before and after, that's all." It was the only shit Clive could think up as he kept wishing he knew him more. This was not suppose to happen.
"Just how high do I have to be?" They were on the roof top already, far far away from Vada in another town over. Clive definitely didn't want to take his chances of stirring up more trouble with her.
"Here, take these," Clive handed him over a couple white pills, gave him some whiskey to wash it down. "You'll like it better this way too. Trust me." Clive looked at him slyly. "You're a thrill seeker, aren't you?"
"What of it?" Ramone shrugged taking the pills, downing the drink. Clive wish he could do these things. It made him melancholy that he couldn't. It just wasn't right. So many things that weren't right. It was hard to suppress his appetite. He so didn't want to be this disgusting for Vada's sake, and yet there was a purpose in mind. He was seeking something too. Was it to know Vada through Ramone?
There was the urge to kiss Ramone then, perhaps hoping for a taste of bourbon hot on Ramone's lips or just the necessaty to bite a little into Ramone's bottom lip to see into his world.
Where Vada was pure and full of scheduled thoughts of day in and day out life of mundane activities.
Clive had found the work of a serial killer, unaware of how powerful he really was. It stung Clive of the places Ramone had been, the things he never told Vada. He loved his solo life, going in and out of people's lives, just to leave them mangled and torn in the end.
It jerked through Clive's thoughts then. He found it rather fascinating and disturbing at the same time. But one thing was for sure, Ramone's blood made him stronger.
"I thought you were going to wait," Ramone looked troubled by the kiss.
"Of course, that was just you know, a taste to compare before and after, that's all." It was the only shit Clive could think up as he kept wishing he knew him more. This was not suppose to happen.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
now that I know
Sometimes, Clive wondered if the soul of the blood was in the drugs.
Hart just wasn't as good as he used to be. Perhaps it was Ramone's fault, but Clive wasn't going to bicker about it. He took his part in satisfaction. Of course, to the naked eye, it looked as if he loved Hart genuinely, but Clive didn't buy it for a minute. Hart was just there for his survival.
Once Clive had his moment and Hart was pretty much out of it.... Clive just sighed. "He's all yours now."
"Why do you do these despicable things?" Ramone looked at him as if this was the most horrible thing phantom, seeing what Clive had done to Hart after dinner. At least Ramone hadn't turned on him.
"You'll get used to it," Clive gave him a quick grin. "Its what a vampire has to do. And you know, thats recyling, now isn't it?"
Ramone just gave him a leer.
"Do you know if he even enjoys it?" Ramone was in a huff about it.
"Yes, I think he does," Clive sighed sucking the blood from his teeth then licking his lips. Still it got messy, but Clive couldn't do a whole lot about that.
"I want to know what its like," Ramone gave him a willing look then.
"What?" Clive didn't want to believe he was still hungry, but perhaps his gut was.
"Why not?" Ramone winced. They were in the kitchen. Vada was still knocked out cold.
"What would your sister think?" Clive couldn't help but give him an open grin.
"Does she have to know?" Ramone shrugged.
Clive just smiled and shook his head.
Hart just wasn't as good as he used to be. Perhaps it was Ramone's fault, but Clive wasn't going to bicker about it. He took his part in satisfaction. Of course, to the naked eye, it looked as if he loved Hart genuinely, but Clive didn't buy it for a minute. Hart was just there for his survival.
Once Clive had his moment and Hart was pretty much out of it.... Clive just sighed. "He's all yours now."
"Why do you do these despicable things?" Ramone looked at him as if this was the most horrible thing phantom, seeing what Clive had done to Hart after dinner. At least Ramone hadn't turned on him.
"You'll get used to it," Clive gave him a quick grin. "Its what a vampire has to do. And you know, thats recyling, now isn't it?"
Ramone just gave him a leer.
"Do you know if he even enjoys it?" Ramone was in a huff about it.
"Yes, I think he does," Clive sighed sucking the blood from his teeth then licking his lips. Still it got messy, but Clive couldn't do a whole lot about that.
"I want to know what its like," Ramone gave him a willing look then.
"What?" Clive didn't want to believe he was still hungry, but perhaps his gut was.
"Why not?" Ramone winced. They were in the kitchen. Vada was still knocked out cold.
"What would your sister think?" Clive couldn't help but give him an open grin.
"Does she have to know?" Ramone shrugged.
Clive just smiled and shook his head.
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