Invader Sideos turns to his latest victim and slowly says: Well, don't expect much from me for a few days, I'm officialy cut off the net.Toupdate anything I'm goingto have tothink of a waytomove my work from my PC to this one (which issn't mine!)I'm wondering weather to make this chapter songfic using Velvet Underground's 'Heroin' and change some of the words to make it more...relative. I mean, it's a great song but it doesn't have the same feel as Venus In Furs (same band). Lyrics vs. feel...I'm gonna have to go with lyrics. You really have to hear Venus In Furs to understand it.
So, I suppose I should warn of descriptions of drug taking or whatever but I didn't in the other chapters so...yea. Screw it. Also I'm changing some of the words in the song to make it more 'Zim'- ppropriate. I suppose my biggest warning is that of the last Oc I'm introducing. Prepare for the might that is Zim's love interest!
Written to Sid Vicious - My Way, Velvet Underground - Venus In Furs and Heroin (the song)
I don't own Zim, and Velvet Underground own Heroin (the song)
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The old dirty clock on the wall struck quarter to twelve. Zim sat on a blanket covered mattress with his coat wrapped around him. The room was covered in a strange tenseness with the three drug addicts sitting in polar opposite corners of the room, only moving to scavenge something to eat or get something to drink from the kitchen. The reason for this strange, nervous atmosphere was because they were waiting. Precisely half an hour ago Vega had announced that he was going out to get the "Delivery." They had all fallen silent. Without even asking Zim knew what he meant.
And so, they waited.
Outside it still snowed on as it had been doing for most of the night. On the odd occasion one could here a car drive on the road not too far from the derelict hotel, breaking the quiet before it faded away into obscurity again. Other sounds of the night echoed in the room, a cat singing to the moon, a raccoon knocking over a trash can, or the rats scurrying in the rooms around the junkie hideout.
Zim's claws were digging right into his palms and a terrible numbness had sunk into his legs and arms. He wrapped his coat around him tighter, trying to dispel the freezing coldness he felt across his back and face. He looked around and watched as Iggy slowly scratched along his wrist to his elbow, then cringed at himself before warbling on to Shawn about how his band almost toured with Mystik Spiral last year. Then he looked at Shawn who was just sitting, arms resting across his knees, on the wooden floor with a moth bitten red and green blanket wrapped around him. Zim watched carelessly as the teenager whimpered quietly and wrapped himself tighter, burying his face into his arms.
Zim, who was sitting in much the same manner, followed suite. His body was screaming so loud for the impending fix that it almost physically hurt but he knew he only had to wait a little while longer.
Zim slowly thought about the last few weeks, the way his life had almost totally changed in one night. Being abandoned by his Empire, taking that first hit and then swiftly falling into a routine of nightly usage. He remembered when Dib tried to help him and how Zim had cleverly outsmarted his old opponent. He wondered how Gir was doing, whether he was destroying everything in the base or whether Dib had gone to look after him. He then wondered about the Dib-human, was he searching for him or had he given up on Zim completely? Even more confusing was that Zim found himself actually caring if Dib was still after him. He remembered the time when Dib had momentarily given up being Zim's tormentor and his life had ground to a halt. Slowly Zim pondered, was Dib really such an important part of his life?
A sudden knocking at the door of the room brought him, and the others, back into reality. Almost instantly the primal, hungry look of an addict close to his release entered Zim's eyes, as it did to everyone in the room.
Iggy was the first on his feet, followed closely by Zim, then Shawn. Iggy went straight to the door leaving Shawn and Zim to stand, waiting with an intense impatience in the main room. Zim heard Iggy pull the door open with such force he almost yanked the catch off of it.
However, when Zim heard Iggy, almost sadly, say, "Oh, it's only you," his shoulders sank.
Down the corridor he listened half heartedly as the door was shut, the catch drawn back, and it was reopened. However, his interest was slightly re-kindled when a females voice sarcastically answered, "And it's nice to see you too, Iggy."
Shawn sighed and sat down, re-wrapping the blanket around himself while Zim went back to his mattress, this time leaning back against the wall with a boarded up window above him.
He closed his eyes as a shiver ran across his spine and the annoyance of the under-skin itching began in his arms. He listened in silence as Iggy and the unknown female walked into the room.
He heard Shawn shift where he was sitting and say "Hi, Lilith."
However, when he opened his eyes too look at this new arrival, he felt his heart, or the Irken equivalent of one, skip several beats.
Standing at the front of the corridor was a girl dressed in a zip up black hoody and dark blue, almost skin-tight jeans and with large black boots. She had no makeup, apart from enhanced eyelashes, which only highlighted her natural good looks, and on her hands she wore a pare of black gloves.
However, it was not the clothes she was wearing that caught Zim's attention, it was the fact that she was the bunny girl. Her dark blue eyes sparkled in the dim light and the bunny ears flopped backwards from her head. However she had changed slightly, her skin was like Zims, sickly green, and she too had dark rings around her eyes. Her already slim body looked skinnier and she seemed tired and cold.
Zim was unsure how he felt right now. Part of him was shocked, very shocked, at the fact that something from his mind was now standing in front of him chatting casually with Iggy. Another part of him was on max alert about the fact that an undisguised, PAK-less, Irken was fully exposed to humans, who didn't seem to notice.
However there was something else inside him that was also fully awake. Something utterly alien to him, something that he knew he shouldn't be feeling. At that moment some other, more primitive hunger called out to him. From deep somewhere inside him he felt a new need arise.
A picture came into his mind; it was when he was back in the ninth grade of Skool. The class had been shown a video of human reproduction. He remembered how he had watched in absolute and utter horror, as had an awful lot of the class, as they saw the sick and disturbing way humans mated. Except as he remembered the video, the images changed. His minds eye watched as the human male became thinner, his hair replaced by two antennas, as he became Zim. The other figure changed, the female also became green skinned and Irken, except with blue eyes and bunny ears...
"NO!" Zim shouted, and his hands flew to the sides of his head. His eyes shut as he gripped his skull tightly, trying to block out the wrong, defective, thought. He couldn't have, he didn't, there was no way he could have just committed such a heinous thoughtcrime.
From across the room he heard the others turn suddenly and heard the bunny girl, apparently named Lilith, jump in shock.
There was a silence as Zim took his hands slowly from his head and look at the others with nervous eyes.
The bunny girl however, was nowhere to be seen, instead his eyes widened as in her place stood a skinny human. Instead of ill green skin it was a deathly pale white and instead of two back-flopping bunny ears was a head of jet black hair which was tied into two, bunny ear-like, pony tails.
The eyes stayed the same, dark rimmed and with extended black lashes, except the Irken eyes were replaced with human eyes, though the same dark blue colour remained. She looked around the same age as Shawn, the exact same height as the bunny girl, and with strikingly similar looks.
Zim sat in silence, looking first in wonder at the changed female, and then to the others, who were all staring at Zim with worried and shocked faces.
All he could manage was a short, "Errm..."
Shawn looked to Lilith, "Don't worry about him, he's Zim, he does stuff like that."
However, she walked over to the shocked, and by now quite scared, Irken. She leaned over and put forth a gloved hand. "Hi, I'm Lilith."
Zim looked from the hand to her smiling face in quick succession before cautiously taking it. "Zim," He said quickly, almost too quickly. He was internally confused, why could he not talk properly all of a sudden?
"So," She said sitting down next to Zim, which greatly unnerved him, "How come we have you in our humble abode?"
Shawn spoke for him, which was good as Zim simply couldn't get his mouth to form any real words. "He saved my life." And he proceeded to tell the tale of how Zim systematically took down two armed gangsters.
By the time he was finished Lilith seemed rather impressed. She looked to a now much more calmed down, but still suspicious, Zim. "Did you really do that?"
"Yes," he replied slowly. He didn't really like the way this woman was sitting so close to him, it was making his skin itchy. He was still wondering what had happened before. Was this female really an Irken? Did she somehow put her disguise on when he looked away and force the other humans to forget about it, or was the whole thing all in his imagination? After all, she did look remarkably like the Irken in his drug visions.
His thoughts were interrupted when there was another knock at the door. Everyone in the room froze as Vega's deep voice floated down the filthy corridor. "Hey, guys, I'm back with some treats."
Iggy was at the door faster then a starved lion on meat. Zim got up, almost knocking over Lilith in the process, and drawing out all his money from his PAK. Shawn dived into his backpack, also drawing out money and Lilith, once she sat back up, drew out a wad of cash from her hoody pocket.
Iggy ran back into the room and walked up to the kitchen counter, Shawn stood behind as did Lilith. Zim realised that they were forming something of an orderly queue, and so he took his place at the back. All eyes were on Vega as the Mexican walked into the room, carrying a very out of place black briefcase. He went behind the counter and looked up, pausing at the stares the junkies were giving him.
"You know," He stated slowly, "every time I deal this to you guys you get that look. And it's God-damn spooky, man."
Iggy quickly cut in. "Just give us the drugs, man, then you won't have to look at us."
Zim noticed how his voice had changed; it was no longer confident and easy as it was before. It had become more demanding, harder, and hungrier. He quietly wondered if he was like that when about to get his fix.
"Fine, whatever, I'm not the one killing myself," Vega casually said while opening the briefcase. He waited while Iggy placed a large wad of bills on the counter before reaching in and drawing out a small vial of green liquid.
Zims veins exploded at the site of the drug. He couldn't take his eyes off it. It was as if the veil was calling to him, demanding his utter and complete attention. If he had bothered to look at the others he would have see the exact same hungry, dangerously attentive look.
Vega reached below the counter and drew out a needle, then handed them both over to the now shaking Iggy, who snatched them and quickly went over to the chair. Zim forced himself not to watch. He knew if he did he would probably end up diving on him and ripping the drug from Iggy's hand in order to feed it to himself.
The line quickly moved until it was Zim at the counter slamming down the money and watching with an unnerving look as Vega got a needle and a veil of aswermitus. As he went to take the vial from Vega's hand the man closed it, causing Zim to look up in panic and anger.
"Sweet dreams," he sneered and he slowly re-opened his hand. Zim snatched up the vial and gave the man a last glance of pure hate before going back to his mattress.
He immediately sat down and threw off his coat, then preformed the ritual that he had become so accustomed to.
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I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
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He rolled up his left sleeve, revealing the deeply bruised part of his upper arm. He winced slightly as he let the syringe puncture his skin, then watched with gritted teeth as his green blood swirled into the drug, mixing in with the substance. It looked odd, a mist of green in the sea of red. Then he slowly pumped the A into his body, watching with fascinated eyes as the substance disappeared into his arm. The moment it was gone he took the needle out. By the time it had dropped onto the floor beside him, Zim's eyes had already rolled back and closed as it sunk in. His mouth opened as he breathed out slowly in relief. Finally, the internal screaming had been silenced.
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And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same
When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like Tallest' son
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know
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He fell back onto the cloud as the feeling rushed though him. Pleasure. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. The feeling of a great release, nothing mattered anymore. He couldn't care less about anything he had cared about when he was back in the real world. Dib, Gir, the thoughtcrime, it all faded into nothing, it all seemed so petty now. When he re-opened his eyes he did so with a great big grin of happiness.
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I have made the big decision
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
'Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
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He sat up slowly and looked around him. He was lying on a cloud which was floating slowly towards a very dark looking castle. For a flicker of a moment he hesitated, nothing was usually dark in the dreams. But then suddenly he didn't care, in-fact, he felt the need to go to this castle because he knew that in there, was the bunny girl.
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When I'm closing in on death
And you can't help me now, you guys
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
You can all go take a walk
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As the cloud he was on passed the castle he jumped, or rather glided, onto a balcony. The balcony was long, and lead into a room which was hidden by large red curtains. As he walked towards the room the curtains moved and flapped in a none-existent wind. They reared up, forming hands and waved to him. Zim casually waved back.
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And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know
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He walked into the room and found it to be a rather lavish, but darkly lit, bedroom. Across the walls were Irken-style weapons and large banners with weird symbols that were always changing and moving. Candles were the only source of light and it all reminded Zim of something he had seen when he researched the time of earth known as the middle ages. Except it had an Irken Imperial edge to it, the colours of dark purples and blood reds where everywhere. And the metal walls had blobs of glowing greens that swam like the inside of a lava lamp.
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I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailor's suit and cap
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As he walked around the room, looking at the weird weapons that hung on the wall, some he knew from reality, some he didn't, he heard a giggle from the main bed. He snapped round, a smile growing quickly on his face. Zim could see through the pink curtains that she was there.
Lying on her side on the bed, she seemed to be wearing a strange costume. It was black, and almost see through, but it was decorated with strange patterns that covered the most revealing parts of her body, while at the same time enhancing her figure. Around her neck and shoulders was an odd red brace that Zim had seen on prisoners to stop them from moving their heads. However, on her it seemed wide enough to allow her to turn her head to look at him.
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Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
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He knew what he was doing was a crime, a crime worthy of instant untried death, but that didn't stop Zim from crawling slowly onto the bed.
It didn't stop his mind from exploding with hundreds of different thoughtcrimes, all centred around the Irken girl lying on the bed in front of him. He crawled over, a primal look in his eyes, until he was right over her. She smiled at him and slowly drew a hand across his cheek, her very touch lighting a feeling within Zim quite unlike anything he had ever felt before.
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Aswermitus, be the death of me
Aswermitus, it's my wife and it's my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I'm better off and dead
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He fell sideways onto the bed, the strange material so soft against his skin. His eyes closed and he lay right on his back. He also ran two hands across his head, pulling down his antenna. He lay there for a moment, basking in the euphoria and bliss of the room and the bunny girl at his side.
Then he heard something whisper into his ear. "Lust."
He looked casually at the girl who was brushing her hand back and forth across his chest; she had never talked before, so why did her voice sound so familiar?
"You are changing Zim, your mind is changing." Her voice washed over Zim, making that new feeling within him grow more. "You're improving."
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Because when the spike begins to flow
I really don't care anymore
About all the Jim-Jim's in this town
And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds
And everybody puttin' everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds
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He watched as the bunny girl moved closer to him, lying to the left of him, while propping herself up on her elbow. She leaned forward, putting her face so very close to his. Zim felt something raging inside him and more traitorous images flashed though his mind. She whispered in that voice, the one that sounded so familiar to him. The one that filled him with this new, pleasurable, hunger.
"Zim," she whispered, "you're so special, and you're going to be one of a kind."
Zim turned to look at the bunny girl, staring right into those sparkling dark blue eyes. Then, for the first time ever in the drug trips, he grabbed her head and kissed her first. The feeling inside him finally had a name, lust.
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'Cause when the spike begins to flow
Then I really don't care anymore
Ah, when the aswermitus is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank Tallest that I'm as good as dead
Then thank your God that I'm not aware
And thank Tallest that I just don't care
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess I just don't know
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Oh dear...I'm going to be crucified. So yea...ermm, nothing to say here much. MEGA long chapter but only because I didn't go right into the song.
Lilith, first wife of Adam. Walked out of Eden by choice and later became the mother of all vampires (literally). The name sounds evil, which is of course the point of my choosing. The character herself I'm still deciding on, I'll just have to see how my mind types her out. Hopefully she will turn out good and not horrible.
Oh, the whole trip thing needs some explanation...I combined the idea's from Venus In Furs, which is a song about S&M btw, with the Heroin song.
Speaking of songs, and therefore bands, who can guess where 'Mystik Spiral' is from? Here's a hint. You'll never find it on DVD despite is huge popularity…and it's from Daria. Woops.
Anyway, I got a few rather good ideas for the next chapter, some your gonna hate, some your gonna laugh at. Hopefully you won't be disgusted enough at me to stop reading because the next chapter is REEEAAALLY good, really, I loves it. It ties up where Mini-moose and Skooge are!
R&R, its makes you happy, it makes me happy, it makes us all happy.
Oh, and I'd like you all to give a clap to my editor Dayinel, who really should be thanked more for her dedication to helping me make these things you people call 'FanFics'.