Forbidden FruitHe was my commanding officer, a man who worked hard, worked his crew harder and he was hot as hell. Forbidden fruit. Completely off limits but I couldn't help my attraction to him, could I? I kept it under wraps, kept things cordial and professional. I was focused my career, that was my priority. I could not- would not- let my infatuation with him get in the way of my goals.
Years in his service proved both rewarding and awkward. Rewarding because he recognized my skill and dedication, and based on his recommendations I reached my goals. Awkward because he was attracted to me too- and he didn't hide it as well as I did. His lingering glances didn't escape my notice, the way he smiled at me- those smiles only given to me in private moments- soft and warm, he didn't smile like that at anyone else. We never took our relationship passed friendly subordinates, and I was okay with that- mildly disappointed, but otherwise good. I was too busy feeling the heady thrill of being promoted,
Millennia of MemoriesI came to the land of ice and stars without hope. Time seemed to be eroding my mind. I was dwelling on the past obsessively and when I wasn’t, I was obsessing about my never ending future. The glow of the northern lights took my breath away. The image of violet streaks sliding across the sky was all I could see, all I could think about. Awed, I just stood there marveling at the shifting ribbons of color above me. Every once in a while I would close my eyes and think back to this place ten years ago, a hundred years ago, four hundred years ago. The landscapes had indeed changed over time but not the sky...It always dances for me.
It’s good to be home. I always feel safe in the mountains of Norway. I’ve made a pilgrimage here every century or so since becoming a vampire. The colored sky reflecting off the ice is the only thing that can shut down my mind- it distracts me from reality and lets me enjoy being alive.
I have a millennia of memories racing around
FrigidEveryone fled New England. No one wanted to deal with the cold winter would bring. Making heat without electricity for months at a time was less appealing than traveling south, so most did just that. The entire region was filled with ghost towns, homes and schools and hospitals abandoned and left to rot.
Fall came and went in a blur while I prepared my home, prepared to hibernate. Harvesting, canning, gathering, building. I needed a solid few months of rest after all of the work it took to get ready.
Winter was a cruel season, cold and snowy, wet and freezing. Frigid outside but warm in here. An Abundance of wood to keep the fire burning. Living on canned and pickled vegetables, dried fruit and meat. Water could be boiled. Hot soup for lunch today. I'm eyeing the packet of hot coco. It's the last one. I hesitate, part of me wanting to save it but what in the world would I save it for?
I'll call this a celebration. Here's to me surviving the winter. I'm tired but healthy. Lon
underwater homecomingFrom time to time I must return home. The ocean welcomes me as I take my place in the tide. I don't fight the undertow. I go under but I can never drown. I am a slave to the sea, it calls and I must come for my very soul in bound to it. The transformation is always disorienting, breathing water into my lungs that first time always feels so wrong but quickly feels right- feels amazing. My legs fuse together forming a powerful tail. The skin there covered in iridescent scales...I swim in circles at first, always needing time to adjust.
Then I swim out to sea. Gliding over the coral beds, descending into dark depths. Blue water becomes black water as I dive down deep. Into the caves, navigating the twists and turns. Finally home, a fantastic cavern, phosphorescent creatures climb the walls in droves, throwing off an intense yet cool glow. Here is where I embrace my family, our tribe of sea witches few but strong. We gather to offer sacrifice to the sea who gives us life and keeps u