Well, I missed the first bus...but nothing will stop the cogs in my brain from obsessively coming up with stupid little plot lines and smart arse responses for when I'm roasted by so called friends.
Now. I know what you may be thinking after reading the title, 'but you discussed vampires yesterday?' However today will be different. Today my brain is screaming about this vampire boy that I met in my dreams last night. My dream was oddly detailed and questionable in terms of circumstance but it was entertaining at least. So pop your feet up, grab a breakfast bar and lets begin today's Bus Tale:
I'm alone. A feeling of complete dread washing over me. A dark shadow follows me around whichever direction I seem to run. I feel a cold hand cupping my neck, I turn without warning to confront the hand but no one is behind me. Confused I turn back, I am confronted by a pair of all black eyes. I freeze, examining the creature in front of me. A tall, well build man who stands a great 6.5ft tall. His hair darker than matter itself. His lips bountiful and smothered in a dark crimson substance. His mouth turns to a grin. 'Did I scare you young one?' I freeze. His voice carries a familiar tone but one that fear keeps me from identifying. I try to respond but find my mouth is silent. I am mute. No way to respond to my personal predator. I go back to examining his features. His face is masculine but his cheekbones still leave me breathless. He leans into my face and whispers all my darkest secrets. Things that no one knows. Things he shouldn't know. He tells me to kneel and so I do. His voice gets deeper and he stands above me 'hold out your hands.' And I do. He clicks his fingers and a heavy metal chain appears around my wrists. 'No one wants you to be alive. No one cares. You are a nobody.' He chants over and over and over each breath making him louder and louder. I worry that he thinks I will be affected by this. These are words my depression tells me daily. After he is finished he stands there proudly. As if to say 'I broke her down'. I look up at him, laughing. He looks scared at first then angry that I didn't give him the satisfaction of breaking he so clearly wanted. 'You know, for a vampire you really are weak' I say standing. 'You should learn what you are dealing with before you attack its rule number one of the vampire codex.' I pull my wrists up and the chain disintegrates into dust. 'Also rule number two, never allow the subject to take control. It just makes them feel strong enough to fight.' My head, which has remained glued to my chest starts to rise, 'and last but certainly not least. Rule three.' He unfolds his arms and starts to get uncomfortable. 'Never take what's already broken' my head snaps up and be screams. My once bluey grey eyes now all black and surrounded by blue veins.
That. Waking up thinking you are a demon followed by agonising pain can be quite terrifying. Anyway must dash.
Till next time,
Bus Tale over
Thank you
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Bus tales
Non-FictionThis is a book full of all the tales I hold in my mind that only the long bus journey to college can erase. This is a mix of mature, fantasy and people watching. Basically whatever I feel like that day.
