NOTE: Due to the fact that Artie lives in an alternate world, I'm taking a few liberties with history. The encounter cited in this ficlet actually took place after an event that occurred in 1915, three years before Artie was born. As a result, I'm moving it up to 1921, when Artie was three years old.

( He would never forget the eyes. Those were the one thing he remembered most clearly about the encounter... )

A man’s right to live is sacrosanct. Period, end of sentence. That includes all the rights and privileges that such entails...right to vote, right to marry, right to raise his own goddamn kids ( Read more... )

“I don’t wanna hear it ( Read more... )

Only type I have...that I’ve ever had...is women who can outshine me. I like strong girls, guts and gumption is what turns my crank. To be blunt...I like a woman with balls. Figuratively speaking, obviously ( Read more... )

My perfect birthday’s coming up in October. Come the eighth, I’ll be ninety years old...ten shy of my first century. Kind of a landmark for a vampire, least I think so. Once you’re a full century old, you’re really getting to the ‘eternity’ part of immortality. You stop being old or long-lived and start getting into the metaphysicality of age ( Read more... )

1. Gail
2. Marrying Gail
3. Rian
4. AJ
5. Joe
6. The twins
7. The pint of A positive I have in the fridge for lunch
8. My court date at 3 this afternoon, and the arsonist I'm testifying against
9. Setting a date for the wedding
10. Heading to the car dealership this weekend to help Gail pick out some wheels

Artie Jackson
Original Character

( Paranormal Crimes Division - circa 2005 )

If you ask me? It’s all a bunch of hokum…fearlessness. There’s no such thing this side of the grave. I don’t care who you are…I’m a vampire, and I know I’m not exempt from that. Immortality is an illusion, at it’s best…no one is immortal ( Read more... )

“It’s a load of horseshit, and if you think I’m about to go along with this crap, you’re crazy!”

“Mr. Jackson, please...”“Please nothing!” Artie bellowed, getting a small grain of pleasure out of the way the other man flinched at the sound of his voice. Raising a hand to point accusingly at the producer currently incurring his wrath, he pressed ( Read more... )

1) My wife, to start ( Read more... )