vampires
I'm invoking Imaginary Clause Eight, which lets people who are behind enough post entries out of order. I still owe loneliness, the end of innocence, and the dark side of love.
Why don't we all just go live in Alaska where the Sun never comes up? Oh, brilliant idea. You're the first vampire who's ever thought of that one, I'm sure. An idea this wonderful could never have occurred to anyone but you, who've been one of us less than a month!
Let me tell you something. Our progenitor, the first vampire that ever wasn't, that's his territory, where the sun doesn't come up for six months. You think you can take him in a fight? WIth that wobbly little hover you're so proud of? He can fly around the entire fucking world and set foot on every building he sees in a night. Maybe you want to make yourself a ghoul or two to do the fighting for you? He has an army of 'em, thousand and thousands, twisted and shrunken, slaving away in his factories making whatever he asks. You wanna send your bats after him? He's got reindeer. You ever seen a reindeer? 300 pounds of muscle and antler charging right at you? No? You want to?
Trust me, kid. Don't mess with Claws.
Why don't we all just go live in Alaska where the Sun never comes up? Oh, brilliant idea. You're the first vampire who's ever thought of that one, I'm sure. An idea this wonderful could never have occurred to anyone but you, who've been one of us less than a month!
Let me tell you something. Our progenitor, the first vampire that ever wasn't, that's his territory, where the sun doesn't come up for six months. You think you can take him in a fight? WIth that wobbly little hover you're so proud of? He can fly around the entire fucking world and set foot on every building he sees in a night. Maybe you want to make yourself a ghoul or two to do the fighting for you? He has an army of 'em, thousand and thousands, twisted and shrunken, slaving away in his factories making whatever he asks. You wanna send your bats after him? He's got reindeer. You ever seen a reindeer? 300 pounds of muscle and antler charging right at you? No? You want to?
Trust me, kid. Don't mess with Claws.