I'm Starting to Think We Need an Intervention...
I am starting to have mixed feelings about my friends. On the one hand, they're my friends! They care about me and want to help me and I'm pretty sure they have my best interest at heart because I am naive and a little stupid at people. On the other hand, I can't really ignore how many glaring flaws they have. I'm not saying I expect them to be perfect or anything! But...maybe a little less prone to outright murder?
After we got close to the Mormon compound, we pulled into an abandoned Wal-Mart to rest for the day, reconnoiter, and let Shelly sleep. The parking lot had a lot of abandoned cars (filled with zombies which made me sad to see) and I tried to scavenge some stuff for our car, since it got attacked by the land-squiddy thing. (Also, in the store, I found a lot of useful, nifty stuff, including some DVDs! And a DVD player! There were lots and lots of movies, including some good stuff from when I was little, and a bunch of old, boring grownup movies, like the dumb space movie about robots and a farm boy. Blech.) But I'm getting ahead of myself here.
So, on our way to park, we started talking about what we should do about the vampire that talked to Shelly and thinks we're coming to rescue him. I mentioned we'd need another bodybag, in case we get out during the day, but I guess everyone else thinks that we should kill him, EVEN THOUGH HE TOTALLY THINKS WE'RE COMING TO SAVE HIM AND HAS BEEN USEFUL TO US WITH INFORMATION AND EVERYTHING. Everyone else thinks he's too strong and might upset the balance of power back in Vegas. But wouldn't it be useful to have a strong vampire on our side? He could help us stop the Mormons! But Tabitha says he's TOO strong and Shelly says that he'll probably wait for us to free him, then kill us and eat us.
I think that betraying someone just because you think they're gonna betray you first is wrong. Maybe he's only thinking about killing us and eating us because he thinks we're going to kill him for being so strong and old. It's a circle of violence and mistrust that doesn't end! But if both sides would just hold on for a moment, they'd see that we could both be useful to one another!
Anyway, the conversation where everyone basically said that we're going to kill an innocent vampire out of hand because they're scared of him made me so mad, I left in a huff to go scavenge the cars and the Wal-Mart and stuff. After I got my super-awesome haul (the place had been pretty cleaned out, but I knew there was more stuff and I found it!), I brought it back to the car to store. Except the back of the car smelled like pee, which was weird. I didn't think anyone was that gross? So I started pulling stuff out to find the source of the smell and found a little boy wedged in the trunk. I guess he's not a little boy, he's about 13, but he acts just like a kid.
He was unconscious when I found him, with a concussion and a broken arm. I healed him some and he came around and asked for Jack. Turns out he's Jack's kid! I didn't even know Jack HAD a kid! He never talked about him, for all that he's all, "blah blah family pack blah blah blah." I guess the kid didn't count because he wasn't a werewolf yet, just a kindred. And the kid wanted to spend more time with his dad because Jack is seriously never home and more involved with the younger werewolves when he IS home (I think he's an absentee dad. Mom used to talk about those a lot) and maybe just act out to get attention, so he snuck into the car with us. Jack wanted to send him home, but we're a million miles away, and then he wanted the kid to stay in the car, but I pointed out that what if there was a fire, so finally Jack just got all snarly at us. But what if the car WERE on fire? Wouldn't he rather his son not burn to death?
And then he growled because his son wasn't trained, and I pointed out he was never going to GET trained if Jack kept coddling him and that I'd been on my own since I was younger than that kid, and Jack just kept getting madder. He has a terrible temper. And doesn't like hearing he's wrong about things. Which is UNFAIR! I don't see why I can't make good points just because Jack doesn't want to hear them! And then I pointed out that Jack is never home to teach his some anyway--WHICH IS TRUE!--and Jack went beserk on me! He just frenzied and tried to kill me! But then his son dove in the way to protect me (even though I had already dodged because I don't wait around for people to hopefully help ME!) and Jack killed him! No, seriously, he did! His claws went right through him and it was awful! Poor kid was practically in half!
But I guess the shock of being horribly murdered by your own dad was enough to trigger his first transformation, so he came back and lunged at his dad, also in a berserker rage. Jack kinda knocked him out of the way and clawed open my chest!
Then he calmed down and gave him and me some fancy magic juice that healed us, and he and his son kept acting like what happened was a GOOD thing. I don't understand! How is giving into a crazy rage a good thing, especially when it could so easily have turned into the death of your only son and the only (?) Bastet in the whole west?!
I'm rethinking the status of our friendship. I don't know if I want to keep being friends with Jack, but then, didn't I do the same thing to Ben just a few weeks ago? And he forgave me. Maybe I should take some time and think about how I feel. All I do know is that on the ride home, Jack's son is sitting bitch between him and Tabitha. I'm sitting out of gouging distance. I don't like sucking chest wounds, I really don't.
[Moving over to Dreamwidth. Catch me over there as booksomewench. This entry cross-posted to both sites. Feel free to comment here or there.]
After we got close to the Mormon compound, we pulled into an abandoned Wal-Mart to rest for the day, reconnoiter, and let Shelly sleep. The parking lot had a lot of abandoned cars (filled with zombies which made me sad to see) and I tried to scavenge some stuff for our car, since it got attacked by the land-squiddy thing. (Also, in the store, I found a lot of useful, nifty stuff, including some DVDs! And a DVD player! There were lots and lots of movies, including some good stuff from when I was little, and a bunch of old, boring grownup movies, like the dumb space movie about robots and a farm boy. Blech.) But I'm getting ahead of myself here.
So, on our way to park, we started talking about what we should do about the vampire that talked to Shelly and thinks we're coming to rescue him. I mentioned we'd need another bodybag, in case we get out during the day, but I guess everyone else thinks that we should kill him, EVEN THOUGH HE TOTALLY THINKS WE'RE COMING TO SAVE HIM AND HAS BEEN USEFUL TO US WITH INFORMATION AND EVERYTHING. Everyone else thinks he's too strong and might upset the balance of power back in Vegas. But wouldn't it be useful to have a strong vampire on our side? He could help us stop the Mormons! But Tabitha says he's TOO strong and Shelly says that he'll probably wait for us to free him, then kill us and eat us.
I think that betraying someone just because you think they're gonna betray you first is wrong. Maybe he's only thinking about killing us and eating us because he thinks we're going to kill him for being so strong and old. It's a circle of violence and mistrust that doesn't end! But if both sides would just hold on for a moment, they'd see that we could both be useful to one another!
Anyway, the conversation where everyone basically said that we're going to kill an innocent vampire out of hand because they're scared of him made me so mad, I left in a huff to go scavenge the cars and the Wal-Mart and stuff. After I got my super-awesome haul (the place had been pretty cleaned out, but I knew there was more stuff and I found it!), I brought it back to the car to store. Except the back of the car smelled like pee, which was weird. I didn't think anyone was that gross? So I started pulling stuff out to find the source of the smell and found a little boy wedged in the trunk. I guess he's not a little boy, he's about 13, but he acts just like a kid.
He was unconscious when I found him, with a concussion and a broken arm. I healed him some and he came around and asked for Jack. Turns out he's Jack's kid! I didn't even know Jack HAD a kid! He never talked about him, for all that he's all, "blah blah family pack blah blah blah." I guess the kid didn't count because he wasn't a werewolf yet, just a kindred. And the kid wanted to spend more time with his dad because Jack is seriously never home and more involved with the younger werewolves when he IS home (I think he's an absentee dad. Mom used to talk about those a lot) and maybe just act out to get attention, so he snuck into the car with us. Jack wanted to send him home, but we're a million miles away, and then he wanted the kid to stay in the car, but I pointed out that what if there was a fire, so finally Jack just got all snarly at us. But what if the car WERE on fire? Wouldn't he rather his son not burn to death?
And then he growled because his son wasn't trained, and I pointed out he was never going to GET trained if Jack kept coddling him and that I'd been on my own since I was younger than that kid, and Jack just kept getting madder. He has a terrible temper. And doesn't like hearing he's wrong about things. Which is UNFAIR! I don't see why I can't make good points just because Jack doesn't want to hear them! And then I pointed out that Jack is never home to teach his some anyway--WHICH IS TRUE!--and Jack went beserk on me! He just frenzied and tried to kill me! But then his son dove in the way to protect me (even though I had already dodged because I don't wait around for people to hopefully help ME!) and Jack killed him! No, seriously, he did! His claws went right through him and it was awful! Poor kid was practically in half!
But I guess the shock of being horribly murdered by your own dad was enough to trigger his first transformation, so he came back and lunged at his dad, also in a berserker rage. Jack kinda knocked him out of the way and clawed open my chest!
Then he calmed down and gave him and me some fancy magic juice that healed us, and he and his son kept acting like what happened was a GOOD thing. I don't understand! How is giving into a crazy rage a good thing, especially when it could so easily have turned into the death of your only son and the only (?) Bastet in the whole west?!
I'm rethinking the status of our friendship. I don't know if I want to keep being friends with Jack, but then, didn't I do the same thing to Ben just a few weeks ago? And he forgave me. Maybe I should take some time and think about how I feel. All I do know is that on the ride home, Jack's son is sitting bitch between him and Tabitha. I'm sitting out of gouging distance. I don't like sucking chest wounds, I really don't.
[Moving over to Dreamwidth. Catch me over there as booksomewench. This entry cross-posted to both sites. Feel free to comment here or there.]