My parents are equally appalled and enthusiastic about how much I've been on the computer. All weekend, most of today, writing. I blamed it all on you people. If you didn't read this, and like it, then I wouldn't have to write so much and enjoy it! It's all your fault(s). I threw you guys under the bus, but since most of you (all) are nowhere around, I got blamed anyway. :P But oh well, I don't really care much. They didn't yell at me all that loud, and I still can write. Its happy things all around! Topic jump, it's snowing again! I swear, it's like being in London. It snows a few inches, sticks for a few days, then melts. Whoop-de-dang-do. *fake smiley face* It's supposed to be MINESOTA people. You know, snow all the way up to your nose, ice in your pajamas? (Never happened here, but we've had snow every month but July. I'm being cautious.) Granted, this is happening in April, but still. The year before last, that was bad. WE ONLY HAD A FEW INCHES AT ANY GIVEN TIME! We had a brown (no snow) Christmas. IN MINNESOTA! I can see how you other people's might jaws have hit the floor.
Pisica's POV:
We had a somewhat awkward arrangement. Every so often, we would go clubbing and Soarece would drain someone, although we figured if it was a fatal draining, they'd turn into this zombie-thing. First time that happened, I stabbed it with one of my knives, which apparently stopped it (forgive me for the pun) dead in its tracks. Every week I would drain a pint or so of my blood, and Soarece would drink it, which seemed to hold off enough of her cravings for her to act normal, somewhat. I had tried a number of vampire warding off techniques, with varying success.
I had tried waving garlic at her, but after staring at it for a moment, she shrugged and ate it, which resulted in a fit of coughing. I teased her, but she angrily tried to eat some pancakes, and vomited those up. "So solid food is a big no-no." I said, looking over my list. She nodded, still coughing. A week later, we tried running water. Apparently that was a big no-no too. She was shivering violently, and I was going to ask if the water was really that cold, but remembered that she hadn't touched it before trying to skive off. "I f-feel l-like I 'm-m i-in a c-cold f-fire." She said, teeth chattering.
The hairs rose on the back of my neck. Fire was still a phobic thought for me. Once, when Soarece was still human, she had tried turning on a gas-lit stove, only to have me shriek and slam into a wall in my panicked effort to escape. I looked at her. She was about three feet from a merrily running brook. "When you get closer to the water, do you feel colder?" She nodded, vibrating with the need to get away. I made a note on the ever increasing list. "Note: water is cold fire. Avoid." Next week we tried the theory of blessed grounds.
Soarece walked to church with me, looking nervous. "What if I burst into flames and melt?" she asked, glancing apprehensively at the tiny church and graveyard ahead of us. "If you were going to burst into flames and melt, wouldn't you do so when you walked out in the sun?" I asked, keeping my eyes focused ahead. She ran a hand through her hair and winced. I saw the tiny streamlets of smoke running off her skin where ever it was out in the open. "I certainly feel like I'm on fire." I grinned mirthlessly. "And if graveyards were a vampire hangout, why did people say you can't enter a consecrated space? Because I'm pretty sure a priest would have blessed a graveyard before they put people in it."
She stopped dead, staring at the thin line of iron rail that separated the so-called ordinary world from the blessed grounds of the holy. "I can't do this." I squinted at her. "There's like a barrier or something?" She shook her head. "What if I burst into flames and melt? What if I, like pollute it somehow? What if I poison this holy place!?" I watched her calmly. "What if I do this?" I said, shoving her so she fell on the ground, landing inside the perimeter. She landed right on her rear. "Ow!" I grinned, casually strolling in. "It seems the blessed grounds defense theory is officially dead." She rubbed her behind. "What if I really did burst into flames and melt!? You would have killed me!"
I helped her sit up. "I had a 90% chance you wouldn't. And I was right." She scowled at me, and I brightened. "How about we try a blessed cross or some such, since you're mostly intact?" I didn't wait for her to answer, and dragged her back to our shack. I whipped out a cross made from tying two of the daggers I had found on myself together. I waved it at her, and she flinched back, tripping and falling on her coffin with a thud. "Yeah, that works. It feels like you're shocking me with a bolt of electricity. Put it down." I grinned, putting it down and reviewing my list.
Light tolerance- extremely high, only light smoking when fully exposed.
Blood- seems to need about a pint per day.
Silver- high tolerance, except when blessed
Blessed Grounds- not even a twitch
Solid Foods- seems to be able to tolerate small amounts, but says they taste nasty. Not recommended
Running Water- Very bad. Says water is cold fire. Avoid.
Coffin- says doesn't need to sleep, but seems more cheerful and upbeat when used. Use often, she is a real "morning" hater.
Garlic- no reaction, except the typical one to solid food.
Blessed things in general- bad, but can be tolerated for short periods. Avoid.
Abilities-
"Hey, we haven't tested out any of you powers yet!" I yelped, feeling guilty I had not paid attention to this detail. She straightened from her prone position on the coffin. "Let's fix that, shall we?" she asked, grinning. Five nights and several lengthy explanations later, my list was much longer.
Abilities:
Strength- above average. Lifts heavy weight like they were nothing.
Speed- oddly, I can beat her when it comes to that, but she whoops all the normal people in races.
Agility- outstanding. Enhanced reflexes, predicts targets actions, untouchable by anyone but me. Combined with speed, almost unstoppable.
Intelligence- still Soarece, but seems much better at thinking and planning battle moves.
Zombie things- apparently some kind of pet or slave. Follows simple directions, but still zombies. Avoid creating.
Regeneration- not bad, can survive most death blows, before healing. Silver still presents a problem. Avoid testing in the field as much as possible.
Hypnotism- apparently, people can stay under this for several hours. Pinkish discoloration, but barely detectable. Worth pursuing.
Mind-reading- weak, only able to sense emotions so far. May increase as drinks more blood.
Accuracy- surprising. Can hit a target accurately from over a hundred feet away. Says something about a third eye. Research.
Going through solid objects- caught her with one hand through the cookie jar. Had to smash, definitely one of her developing powers.
Other- Says she feels like animals are following her, moved the door closed once, said she felt a pastor conduct a blessing on the neighbor's newest child. More developing powers, not sure what will result.
"So, I'm like a superhero now!" she said, looking over my list. One corner of my mouth twitched up. "A bloodsucking, night dwelling one." She frowned. "No need to rain on my parade." I grinned lazily. "That's my sole purpose. I'm a stormcloud, just waiting for some unsuspecting happy-go-lucky punk to wander by with his noisy parade, then I dump a big dam-buster right on his head. I thunder all the happy out of him, and zap his parade floats to dust. Then I pelt him and his entourage with hail." We both laughed hysterically, the image presented just too funny for us to deal with. Speak of the devil, a big crash of thunder boomed over our heads and sent us shrieking under the covers, or in her case, coffin lid. Rain poured down, pattering through the cracks in the roof and dripping onto the floor.
We laughed, amused by our overreaction. "A superhero, just, keep away from the storms. Thunder's your big weakness." I said, laughing so hard I could barely breathe. She cracked the lid on her coffin, eyes glowing in the little bit of darkness it afforded. "Oh shut up. You screamed too." I shrugged. "Yes, but I'm a fragile human." The lights flickered, then went out. I sighed. "You want to fix it, or should we sit in the pleasant dark?" I asked, wondering where all the heat had gone. She shook her head. "The heats off to, and you need it. Plus, what about breakfast?" I sighed, walking over to my coat, which was pretty dang cool.
It was black with a high collar, and always made me feel like some kind of spy, mysterious and dangerous. Soarece said it made me look like a gang boss, one of the pretty ones who backstab their way into power. I liked it either way. It was pitch dark, like if you held a hand in front of your face you would see nothing, but I could see clearly. I opened the door, feeling icy rain patter down on my face. It was calming, and I liked it. Water made me feel safe, probably a reaction to the whole fire-phobia thing. I climbed up to the roof, seeing the antenna that anchored us to a power line was crooked.
My first stupid mistake was to touch it without gloves. It was searing cold, and my hands felt like they were burning. I tugged at it, trying to return it to its former position. My mind slipped into the pattern I was making for it, namely, trying to remember who or what I was before I met Soarece. I thought about this when I was falling asleep, when I was standing in line, whenever there was spare time. Trying to do anything in a storm without my whole mind focused on the task was my second stupid mistake. My third, and most costly, was to put both feet on the circuit breaker, thus effectively making a chain for electricity.
My whole body suddenly tensed up, and I felt all the hairs on my neck stand up. That was the only warning I got before a lightning bolt hit me head on. I shrieked, feeling a wave of electricity slam through my body, the bounce back as it hit the circuit breaker. Heat flared in my body, and images flashed in front of my eyes. Vampire, tall, stately, long red coat, black hair, infuriating smirk on his face as he swept me into a dance- I was blown back from the antenna, slamming into a brick building, one of our neighbor's apartment flats. "Ow…" I moaned, feeling the static from the bolt still traveling through my body. "Note to self…lightning bolts are bad…for the…body." I smiled though, remembering a little more about who I was was totally worth being pulverized by a lightning bolt.
She didn't follow safety rules. Shame… but she remembered more! My parents are kicking me off the computer, so this is going to be a shorter chapter. Sorry! R, R, Rcomment, Auf Wedersien!