thunder-kitten

I walk across the beach, seeing it with new eyes.  Like seeing it for the first time as a child and being blown away by how different it is from anywhere else I've been.  I bask in the new-ness, I don't know if the feeling will wear off after a few weeks but it's hard to care.  I can taste the salty tang of the ocean, feel the sun on my shoulders and the satisfying squish of damp sand under my feet. Just wet enough to hug my feet and keep their impression as I walk on.  I enjoy feeling it as though I've never felt it before. I suppose I haven't. The walk turns into a skip here and there until I give in to the urge to dance.  As the skips and

I hear the music of the whiskey filling up my glass as I think how to begin my story. I'm gonna have to strip it down to the bare facts like some of the girls strip away those tiny details that don't interest the punters. "How do I know.. well it started with a couple of them visiting the club a bit too often for my taste. They weren't there for the girls or the music..they were asking questions about whether we had anyone 'special' working there. They had a fairly good description of who they wanted; mostly my 'talents' though rather than what I looked like thankfully...." I trail off as I collect the thoughts that've fallen into my glass an

The time has come.  After days of consideration and planning and then more days of getting our affairs together it's time. Tonight Anastasia and I will merge and wake up better than new. I've been waiting for this moment for years, the moment when I can just peacefully go to sleep and know that everything that matters will carry on just fine without me.  I clean the house, I make the bed and I settle on top of the sheets. With a gentle nudge I go to sleep and with just a whisper of effort I set events going. I fall asleep into empty space where I find 'Stasia. It's almost like taking our music collections on our outdated and corrupted piles

I slowly relax as the scalding water unbunches my muscles and washes away all the aches. I soak until the water's merely warm and the room gets darker. I know there's something lurking at the back of my mind, some tiny doubt or fear.. if I was a normal girl it would probably be embarassment that vaughan had had to help me undress but I've never been shy. Whatever it is I ignore it, this bath would be such a waste if I didn't relax completely. As the water cools II know I have to get out again and call softly for Vaughan. He probably wasn't far away because he's there almost immediately. "Did it help?" he asks I nod, "it at least helps to re

I creep into Vaughan's room, his door isn't properly closed in case he wants to get out so I don't feel as much like I'm intruding. When I look in he's back to being human again just as I dreamt. That might make things more awkward but right now I just want to be close to someone...him? I don't want to lose anyone else and he's one of the few people from before who's still here. I shiver and consider putting more clothes on..this gets dismissed instantly- he's never minded nudity before. I'm asleep almost as soon as my head touches his chest. I wake up slowly. The feeling of warmth and safety, body heat.. whose? It doesn't seem like somethin

As I walk into the house I feel numb. Not happy to be out, being in there wasn't so bad- I didn't have time to feel the true horror of my position while I was there. I look around and everything looks familiar and at the same time wrong.  I smile faintly to Vaughan as he helps me..I help him.. helping is going on anyway. We struggle to a chair and I slump and try to remember so that  I can forget. I know it hasn't hit me yet and may not for a while so I'm going to clear things in my head while I can.   I was in the umbra and I went to those guys in jumpsuits for help.. they got me across then the avatar storm hurt me and they put me to sleep

When I was young I would dance with my mother in the snow . Every christmas we would dance and imagine that the snowflakes were faeries, their gentle touch chilling by it's purity. Every winter we would wait for the first snow shower then we'd dance barefoot in the ice-cold wonderland and give our misdeeds to the faeries to cleanse. Every trial, every sadness, every tear we gave to them and they gave us joy. When I grew older I carried on the tradition, too large to be carried by my mother I danced alone. I had all the faerie kisses to myself and I needed all the purity. When I grew up I knew that every winter wasn't enough to cleanse the

Raindrops hit the window, changing in intensity between barely audible and as loud as dried peas on a drum. Beyond that I hear cars outside. Repettitive whooshing of cars running through the water and the odd child shouting as they find a good puddle to jump in. Beyond that... beyond that is drowned out by the cumulative whisper of a million tiny pieces of water. I open the window and hear the whisper become a roar as I reach out to catch the drops. For a minute I enjoy being part inside and part out, mostly warm and dry but a small part being constantly tapped and chilled as the pieces of sky drum on my hand and reunite to carry on their d

I hurry back from classes. I'm going to be late. I hate being late even if I have a good excuse and the person I'm going to see doesn't like excuses except as a tool to pick me apart. I arrive breathless and 2 minutes 40 seconds late. I know this because she's sat with a stopwatch and announces it as I walk in. I open my mouth to apologise then swiftly shut it. I sit down as calmly as I can opposite her, compose myself. "Good afternoon. I hope you're well" She raises an eyebrow "Well enough but that's not why you're here. We're here to talk about you" I nod but keep quiet. Waiting for her to carry on and get to what she wants to discuss.