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  1. Morrigan

    Liz Fic part 6

    Elizabeth's heart was racing her body was covered in sweat as she shot straight up her hand immediately shooting up to feel her stinging neck. She brought her fingers away from her neck to look at the blood on her hands. She breathed heavily trying to gain her bearings her eyes falling to the sheets that covered her. Blood. Her entire bed was covered in blood, not just her neck where she felt a stinging sensation. She took a deep calming breath as she ran her bloodied hand over one side of her face and into her hair. Where did all of the blood come from? Was it all hers? Was she dead? If she were dead then she'd be in some sort of surreal heaven. A pleasant and fabulous heaven where blood was given without a price. No, she wasn't dead but she didn't feel well. Her entire body felt weak, her mind swirling as she fell back to the bloodied sheets trying to think of where all the blood came from. Her body felt so weak, so tired. It wasn't like her to feel so tired or so dazed. With an extreme amount of effort she threw a leg over so she was able to roll to her stomach and look around the floor for any clues as to where the blood had come from. Anything. She needed to know why she felt so woozy, why she was still alive if that was all her blood. Her eyes scanned the floor. A shoe, her bag, her... Elizabeth pressed her head harder into her mattress to tilt her head slightly. That wasn't her knife. She had never seen that knife before in her life and yet there it was, covered in blood on top of her bag. Suddenly she shot up again only to fall to the floor her face planting next to an unfamiliar shoe attached to a leg. She grabbed at it before she realized how terrifyingly bad this was. This was not happening! What was she supposed to be doing? Calling the cops? Cleaning up? What happened when she got home? Elizabeth closed her eyes and thought back to her drive home. It had involved being driven by a police officer, wait. No. She had taken a cab home but she had been at the police statioin earlier. She paid the cab driver when she arrived. Walked up the steps to her apartment glancing over at her deceased neighbors door. Unlocked her door, walked in the door. Did she unlock her door? Did it matter? She got into her apartment and then... Then? Elizabeth's eyes snapped open as she stared at the foot. The man attacked her and held her with the knife to her neck. That's why her neck stung. He didn't know how to handle a weapon and he pressed too hard on her neck because she didn't react the way he wanted. With fear. There was a fight and she won, obviously by the corpse on her floor. Despite how much she wanted to cleanse herself of this death, to play around in his puddle of blood, she couldn't. She had to call the cops for this one. There was no getting out of that but she had to know her story before she did that. Elizabeth repeated the events in her mind before she finally fumbled for her home phone dialing 911. “911, what's your emergency?” a male's voice picked up on the other end. “Yes, my name is Elizabeth Thory and,” she attempted to choke up like she was on the verge of tears, “I was attacked in my home and I overcame my attacker but I think he's dead. There's blood everywhere.” “Alright ma'am, take a deep breath. Do you feel that your life is threatened right now?” god she hated when people told her to take a deep breath, it was like they thought she had forgotten how to breath. “I don't think so! I think he's dead!” she sobbed into the receiver. “Is anyone in need of medical assistance?” “Yes,” she breathed quietly. “Stay on the line with me miss until we get someone to your location. Can you give me your address?” “Umm. Uh. I live in apartment 26 in the palm apartments, um. It's on Pine road,” she said being as purposefully ambiguous as possible. Alright ma'am someone will be there shortly. Please stay on the line with me until medical services get there. Elizabeth hung up. She didn't need to hear him repeat himself and she could already hear the sirens. The sirens themselves made her heart beat in anticipation. This was so bad! So very bad and yet she felt she had to do it this way.
  2. Morrigan

    Liz Fic Part 5

    The bump of the club was getting on Elizabeth's nerves. Normally the sound didn't bother her but tonight was a particularly nerve wracking night because she wasn't there to find someone to kill to sate her desire. In fact she was pretty well sated at the moment. She was there to stalk a different sort of prey. Another predator. After the realization of what Dexter Morgan was Elizabeth had went home and did some research on him. He was spotless. The best she could find on him was a traffic ticket, from when he was 23. It wasn't anything and it didn't mean much especially since she wasn't sure what she was expecting to find. Maybe “Dexter Morgan, Serial Killer” with a list of his victims? While it would have been convenient, it was doubtful. Whatever it was, she didn't find it looking through her normal circuits. She did, however, find out where he lived which was a good start. That was how she ended up here. Elizabeth followed him here from his home. Normally she would have went home after following him here but she came inside instead. It was a perverse need to watch another predator stalk their prey. Her need to interact with another person that needed the sticky feeling of blood on their hands to stay sane. It was her darkness reaching out for his. Elizabeth kept an eye on him the entire night only leaving time to blink and eventually that cost her. She had lost him in the crowd in the split second it took for her eyes to close and open. How was that even possible? She swung her head around looking frantically for the man she had lost but in the sea of bumping bodies he seemed to be gone. “You know I thought we agreed that after the Adams case we'd see each other,” an amused grumble said to her from behind. She turned her eyes up to see the face of her prey for that evening. “I'm sorry. I have a thing for a man that looks like he can handle a knife, I mean me, I mean himself,” she said with a shake of her head and a chuckle. “Sit down and I'll buy you a drink,” she said offering him the seat next to her. “Nah. I actually think I'm going to call it a night,” he said to her. Damn. She was hoping to talk with him. “Didn't find what you were looking for?” she asked him. “No,” he said throwing a thumb over his shoulder as an indication that he was getting ready to leave. “I'm going to head out. Long day at work and I've got to get up early.” “Mind walking me to my car?” Elizabeth asked. “Sure,” he said with a shrug. What else was she supposed to do? She was only there to watch him and he was leaving. Her best plan was just to leave too. Elizabeth left the half empty drink on the counter as she let Dexter lead her out of the club. When they got outside she couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped her lips. She was glad that the insistent bumping of the club had been muted to a dull thump behind her as she walked. He looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. “Glad to be out of there?” “A little. The pounding music was giving me a headache.” “If you don't like it then why do you go?” To stalk a man that reminds me... of me. “To meet people. I met you tonight didn't I?” “I guess so,” he said giving her a thoughtful frown. “Did you come out here to meet someone in particular?” Elizabeth was getting tired of the fake smile game but kept it up in case she was wrong about him. “Nope, I don't have a special someone to go meet at random clubs in the middle of my work week. You?” she said with a bump of her shoulder into him. “I was looking for someone but they weren't there.” Elizabeth nodded feeling that she had interrupted his ritual. That was rude of her wasn't it? Well she would have to make it up to him after she got to know him better. “This is me,” she said coming up to her 2004 dark blue, hatchback Ford Focus. She gave him a nod and a smile in which he returned the nod but not the smile. Elizabeth thought that was a bit odd since he seemed so good at fitting in with the situation. “Who are you?” he asked her more darkly then she had anticipated his presence imposing on hers in an attempt to press her closer to the car. “My name is Liz I'm the woman that the cops think murdered my next door neighbors.” “I know that, but who are you?” his eyes narrowed at her. “I saw you outside of my apartment.” A low grunt escaped her throat as shoved her shoulders back into her car, his knee held her up, his forearm quickly pressing her painfully against the cool metal frame behind her. Then the blade appeared a beautifully crafted, stainless steel, chef's knife held rather painfully beneath her chin against her jugular, “Who are you and why are you following me?” The question was absurdly hilarious! She couldn't help the reaction as her head fell back the knife still held painfully firm against her neck as she laughed. She could feel the small tingle as the knife dug deep enough to draw blood. He drew first blood then which was fine, she had been the one stalking him, poorly. “Well I already told you that my name is Liz but that's not what you want to know is it?” she questioned him as she pulled her head back up the blade of the knife scraping dangerously across her skin. “Why am I stalking you? Well I thought it was obvious Dexter. We have something in common,” she said with her toothy alligator grin.” The pressure of the knife loosened for a moment before being pressed harder then before followed by a bizarre twist of him mashing his lips against hers. She yelped into his lips before she relaxed into the kiss closing her eyes, her arms reaching around him to pull his body closer to hers. She could hardly believe what was happening it was all so amazingly sexual. All of her favorite things mashed together in one place. Blood. Pain. Pleasure. The possibility of death. The hand that had been holding her against the car moved to help push her higher on it their lips still hungrily devouring one another. She could die at that moment and be happy to die. She was not as alone as she once thought. The crushing loneliness that made her work dangerously close to the line of unsafe. It was minutes, maybe hours, of being pressed against that car before he removed his lips from hers panting in her ear. “Your mine,” he rasped before the blade that was pressed against her neck shot a cool pain into her as he sliced across her jugular. For a moment Elizabeth was surprised by the action, her eyes wide, accusing before she smiled and her body slumped down to the ground as he removed himself from her, his green shirt soaked in her blood. Her blood. Wasn't that a beautiful canvas to stare at? Her own. She gurgled a thank you as she stared up at his darkened silhouette, the only thing she could see clearly were his eyes and the hypnotizing blade that he held stained with her blood. My blood is so beautiful. Elizabeth could feel herself slipping away as the darkness began to surround her vision as everything began to fade, the life draining out of her.
  3. Well today was productive in the fact that my daughter's teacher came and my daughter learned. I find my daughter might not be able to go to the zoo on Friday because she doesn't have a vaccine. Bullshit IMO. They are full of fail. She obviously missed a vaccination in the traveling even though I've thought she's always been up to date. Obviously my brain is broken because I like listened or something? But she didn't get her stupid Chicken Pox one and that will prevent her from going to the zoo on Friday. *fail* Worked a little on tomorrow's comic. I will work on it more vigorously tomorrow morning and hopefully have it posted by the afternoon. You will see it tomorrow. I have the elements all made and so it just requires the put together part. I wrote a bit of a fic before I wrote this. You'll see a password protected entry, that's because it's not done but I published that so a friend could read it for me. When I complete that part I will post and either make that post public or give you the password. Either way, for now it is private. Short post tonight. I'm tired. PS. 3.1 Beta went live on the IPB boards today!! PSS. Join Wootflakes or baby elephants will die!!
  4. Today I watched the Addams family. Not just any Addams Family but the old black and white show. I think I was watching the second half of the first season, if I remember correctly. It's filled with such awesome slapstick comedy. I remember watching this when I was younger, obviously not live because, well lets face it, I wasn't alive in 1965. I just remember watching re-runs of the show when I was younger. The Addams Family has always been a favorite show of my family's. We often compare our eccentric ways to that of the Addams family. What else for today? Well I discussed more with my brother about possibly writing his Feargrant/Tnargraef story down. I think, if I can get this in a manageable state to start writing, this will be an extreme challenge for me. Want a few reasons why? The main characters aren't generically plain - by that I mean they aren't human, not moderately normal or pretty in any way. The main characters are male - I'm a woman and I write best from a woman's aspect. One character is a little crazy - Okay, admittedly? I can write nuts very well but there are a few traits, like rhyming, that will be a little more difficult to deal with. The story is a little intricate but with big holes - I'm trying to figure out the story my brother has in place but trying to understand my brother some days is like trying to understand a circle. You know it goes round and round but you never know why. Understanding the structure while not understanding the entire why - There are reasons for a lot of stuff but some of it doesn't make a lick of sense. Trying to figure out if I'll have a bit of artistic leisure as I'll be the one writing it - I sort of prefer the "Here's the general story, here's the character, have fun" sort of way. We'll see how it goes. I'm still slowly working on that world of mine but both stories inspire me and I just had a fantastic idea for a Dexter Fic that I might write. I really need to finish my other one and finish reading a few things before I start a million new projects. Speaking of projects I already have Thursday's comic figured out. Hopefully I'll get to designing the panels come tomorrow but I think that I might do a few things before I sit at the computer. Namely Yoga. As for the Yoga thing? I'm a big Yoga failure. I had meant to start it up, do it every morning but Sunday threw me off. I gave into the mum begging thing and I went to church again (something I find to be very good too do handy projects like Komi-himo. I'm going to get back on it tomorrow and not forget on Sunday. I especially can't forget because my daughter liked doing it with me on Saturday and she tried to do it today without me (she snatched my book and started to pretend that she was learning, really cute actually). I need to do it for me as well. I want to lose weight and then there is my recent stress. OMG! My recent stress. I must be really stressed because I've had the worse stress break outs that I think I've ever had. It's driving me mad. I hope that the Yoga and stuff will help with it. I really miss my Wii Fit. A lot! Like a lot a lot. I want it back so I can feel better all over. If my brother gets a Wii I will get a new Wii Fit game and do it. What else? What else? Oh! I was able to properly stay up and listen/ watch Tarol again tonight. I really enjoy watching him draw Goblins. He is especially entertaining when people are stupid a few of the things he said tonight: Quote 1: "I make idiots look like bigger idiots." Quote 2: "I feel like I'm dissecting a frog.... made from jerk." It just tickled me and made my brother's lol. Last thing? My brother discovered Flying Vaginas in FF13. Hope you're having a good day. ^_^
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