I didn't do anything at all... *stretches and breaks something large*demonsreicheJune 23 2005, 00:57:02 UTC
Title: Monster In My Basement - It Gets Worse - Not Terribly Proud Author: demonsreiche (at LiveJournal.com) Written: June 22nd, 2005
I have no idea what the hell I am doing.
There is supposed to be a truce between the leeches of Toronto and the Shifters, but somehow something or someone managed to get both sides riled up and everything is changing around me. My old packmates are acting different, and even my old Matrona is looking at my kind of strange. It is if they can smell something on me that wasn't there before, and cannot figure out what it is.
I could tell them what it was, but almost guaranteed they'd want to kill me. And given the way things have been going off as of recent, I'm not sure that wouldn't be literally. I know it is not right to have a desire someone who technically shouldn't be around here, but I know that Livanya has something about her that I find addictive. It's like I can't get enough of her when I'm around her - nor she of me. And we've only made love twice.
Okay, let me stop lying. We fucked twice. Hard. Very hard.
Even as I place my head in my hands, I know as a fact that somehow Livanya's involved in all the weirdness that just recently hit the city. I should have told my packmates I ran into a sorceress-type the first time I figured it out, but I've been loathe to. Reasons being? Well, one is that I don't know exactly what she can and cannot do. The second is Tophet. Tophet knows me. Tophet knows Livanya (or so I found out when she came over to my house that first night). Tophet knows California. And NONE of my packmates have any idea who or what California is, let alone the fact that a regular human has seen me shift right in front of his eyes and didn't lose his mind for a bit. That alone would be a severe problem. Sure, my old Matrona knows about him, but not even SHE knows about California. If my Matrona found out I knew a vampire personally, she'd tear off my head herself.
I managed to run into another friend of Tophet's, actually, while I was downtown meeting up with some of my old goth friends. I forget what her name was - Olivia, Orillia... no, it's Olena. She's from one of those Slavic countries, but what gets me is the fact she just kind of knew I was a Shifter. No little muttered spells, no glowing eyes, no strange tattooes or anything - she just knew. It was weird, but she's nice enough that I doubt she'd use it against me. Well, except for the fact she can smile in such a way I want to just kneel at her feet and listen to her talk. Damn, I need to get myself a girlfriend or something. Maybe I'd stop falling into lust all the time.
I am so screwed. At least I'll be going with a smile on my face. Between Livanya, that really nice boy I met at that youth club a few months ago, and my own imagination, I should be set for a while. In fact, I should be better than set, when I think about it. Especially since Tophet is supposed to be in town for the next few weeks. Maybe I can convince him to come over to check out my new computer. He's good with those, so he won't suspect a thing. Yeah, that ought to work. Besides, he's a big boy, he can handle a little roughness...
Author: demonsreiche (at LiveJournal.com)
Written: June 22nd, 2005
I have no idea what the hell I am doing.
There is supposed to be a truce between the leeches of Toronto and the Shifters, but somehow something or someone managed to get both sides riled up and everything is changing around me. My old packmates are acting different, and even my old Matrona is looking at my kind of strange. It is if they can smell something on me that wasn't there before, and cannot figure out what it is.
I could tell them what it was, but almost guaranteed they'd want to kill me. And given the way things have been going off as of recent, I'm not sure that wouldn't be literally. I know it is not right to have a desire someone who technically shouldn't be around here, but I know that Livanya has something about her that I find addictive. It's like I can't get enough of her when I'm around her - nor she of me. And we've only made love twice.
Okay, let me stop lying. We fucked twice. Hard. Very hard.
Even as I place my head in my hands, I know as a fact that somehow Livanya's involved in all the weirdness that just recently hit the city. I should have told my packmates I ran into a sorceress-type the first time I figured it out, but I've been loathe to. Reasons being? Well, one is that I don't know exactly what she can and cannot do. The second is Tophet. Tophet knows me. Tophet knows Livanya (or so I found out when she came over to my house that first night). Tophet knows California. And NONE of my packmates have any idea who or what California is, let alone the fact that a regular human has seen me shift right in front of his eyes and didn't lose his mind for a bit. That alone would be a severe problem. Sure, my old Matrona knows about him, but not even SHE knows about California. If my Matrona found out I knew a vampire personally, she'd tear off my head herself.
I managed to run into another friend of Tophet's, actually, while I was downtown meeting up with some of my old goth friends. I forget what her name was - Olivia, Orillia... no, it's Olena. She's from one of those Slavic countries, but what gets me is the fact she just kind of knew I was a Shifter. No little muttered spells, no glowing eyes, no strange tattooes or anything - she just knew. It was weird, but she's nice enough that I doubt she'd use it against me. Well, except for the fact she can smile in such a way I want to just kneel at her feet and listen to her talk. Damn, I need to get myself a girlfriend or something. Maybe I'd stop falling into lust all the time.
I am so screwed. At least I'll be going with a smile on my face. Between Livanya, that really nice boy I met at that youth club a few months ago, and my own imagination, I should be set for a while. In fact, I should be better than set, when I think about it. Especially since Tophet is supposed to be in town for the next few weeks. Maybe I can convince him to come over to check out my new computer. He's good with those, so he won't suspect a thing. Yeah, that ought to work. Besides, he's a big boy, he can handle a little roughness...
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