Interlude Part 2: Shit remains unsparkly
And now, a continuation of our completely original work, Mid-Afternoon...
"But that makes no sense," I say, looking at his golden locks.
His eyes darken like stormy clouds. "What am i?"
"Sorry?"
"Tell me what I am!" he cries, jumping from his chair making his lute clatter to the floor.
"KU, you're a Killin," I try, but his face scrunched up in anger tells me that's not what he was looking for.
"WHAT AM I?!" His eyes crackle .
"A Vulcan vampire?"
"YES. I'M DANGEROUS . DON'T BE FOOLED BY MY FANTASTIC SENSE OF FASHION."
He huffs like a horny ox.
That's hot.
Edgar tries to storm off, but I follow him like a following monkey.
"No, seriously, what is a Vulcan vampire?" I ask as I follow him into the woods. He stops and spins around, his eyes red like the reddest apple.
"I come from the planet Vulcan which is over 400 lightyears away. My father was a Vulcan chemist and my mother was a vampire with a taste for copper based lifeforms. Their love was a foregone conclusion. I am thus a copper blooded being with a taste for human blood. I'm also very good at chemistry."
I absorb this information.
"So if you're from this planet, why are you here in Knife?" This question appears to displease him, as he turns a darker green.
"I and my family are here on a fact-finding mission. Unfortunately, our data indicated that ruffs and piratical costumes were the fashion. You and your fellow humans have clearly taken some major leaps backwards in fashion tastes since then. I was here only for information on your species. I never expected to find someone so...attractive."
I gasp. Me, attractive? But I'm the clumsiest girl in school? How could this graceful being possibly love one such as I?
~~~~~
Edgar picks me up every day before school in his horse and carriage. It makes me feel like a princess. Little clumsy old me being picked up in a carriage by a man who finds me attractive. Who wouldve thought? I only get 10 date-invitations a week - I'm very ordinary and unlikable.
One day after school he takes me deep into the woods. I follow happily because a good hiking trip with a vulcan vampire sounds like a good a passtime as any. My mother has always told me to get a hobby.
We lie in the grass as Edgar sniffs me indulgently.
"I guess the vulcan vampire son of a chemist fell in love with the attractive heap of atoms acting like a blood vessel."
I stare at him with a slack jaw. His voice is so dreamy.
After Edgar and I sniff each other in the meadow for a while, he takes me back to more formally introduce his family. Now that I know that they are all Vulcan vampires, their strangeness is less strange to my human eyes.
His "parents" are actually the leaders of the research group. Carlie is trying to study human medicine and is prone to suddenly dissect the medical condition of the person in front of him (which is exhausting in my case, as I usually have a multitude of cuts, bruises, and hairline fractures). Desiree is studying human courtship and relationship, and as such has been following us around taking notes on everything we do.
Jackson and Annette are posing as two of their adopted children who are dating for some weird and vaguely creepy reason. Jackson is trying to understand human emotion and is prone to bursting into laughter or tears or screaming at random moments in order to study the reactions of those around him. Annette is trying to read others' minds and has been staring at me intently at twenty minute intervals and then making vague pronouncements about the weather.
The last two members of the team are Bruce and Lillian. They are also posing as adopted children who are dating. Bruce is studying human education and has enrolled in about 20 colleges, joining a fraternity in each one. He keeps fist and chest bumping me, which has led to many of the aforementioned cuts, bruises and hairline fractures. Lillian is interested in human development and has been trying to convince me to get pregnant so she can monitor me.
I think I like them. Maybe.
~~~~~~~
There's been a few incidents with my neighbour's dog Jake Brown . There was the one day Edgar came to get me and Jake set his teeth into Edgar's leg, green blood spewing everywhere.
"Bonita! Hide! I shall save thee from the evil beast!" Edgar had cried, batting at Jake with a chopstick from last night's dinner. (Edgar preferred his roadkill prepared in the style of the Asian cuisine)
Edgar was such a gentleman.
Then there was also the unfortunate revelation that Jake was indeed a were-human, morphing into a frightening shirtless bundle of muscles with every full moon. Edgar did not appreciate this.
Ing unexpectedly had to go on a trip and is semi-sans Internet right now. We will return to our originally programmed headdesking when she gets back. Probably.
"But that makes no sense," I say, looking at his golden locks.
His eyes darken like stormy clouds. "What am i?"
"Sorry?"
"Tell me what I am!" he cries, jumping from his chair making his lute clatter to the floor.
"KU, you're a Killin," I try, but his face scrunched up in anger tells me that's not what he was looking for.
"WHAT AM I?!" His eyes crackle .
"A Vulcan vampire?"
"YES. I'M DANGEROUS . DON'T BE FOOLED BY MY FANTASTIC SENSE OF FASHION."
He huffs like a horny ox.
That's hot.
Edgar tries to storm off, but I follow him like a following monkey.
"No, seriously, what is a Vulcan vampire?" I ask as I follow him into the woods. He stops and spins around, his eyes red like the reddest apple.
"I come from the planet Vulcan which is over 400 lightyears away. My father was a Vulcan chemist and my mother was a vampire with a taste for copper based lifeforms. Their love was a foregone conclusion. I am thus a copper blooded being with a taste for human blood. I'm also very good at chemistry."
I absorb this information.
"So if you're from this planet, why are you here in Knife?" This question appears to displease him, as he turns a darker green.
"I and my family are here on a fact-finding mission. Unfortunately, our data indicated that ruffs and piratical costumes were the fashion. You and your fellow humans have clearly taken some major leaps backwards in fashion tastes since then. I was here only for information on your species. I never expected to find someone so...attractive."
I gasp. Me, attractive? But I'm the clumsiest girl in school? How could this graceful being possibly love one such as I?
~~~~~
Edgar picks me up every day before school in his horse and carriage. It makes me feel like a princess. Little clumsy old me being picked up in a carriage by a man who finds me attractive. Who wouldve thought? I only get 10 date-invitations a week - I'm very ordinary and unlikable.
One day after school he takes me deep into the woods. I follow happily because a good hiking trip with a vulcan vampire sounds like a good a passtime as any. My mother has always told me to get a hobby.
We lie in the grass as Edgar sniffs me indulgently.
"I guess the vulcan vampire son of a chemist fell in love with the attractive heap of atoms acting like a blood vessel."
I stare at him with a slack jaw. His voice is so dreamy.
After Edgar and I sniff each other in the meadow for a while, he takes me back to more formally introduce his family. Now that I know that they are all Vulcan vampires, their strangeness is less strange to my human eyes.
His "parents" are actually the leaders of the research group. Carlie is trying to study human medicine and is prone to suddenly dissect the medical condition of the person in front of him (which is exhausting in my case, as I usually have a multitude of cuts, bruises, and hairline fractures). Desiree is studying human courtship and relationship, and as such has been following us around taking notes on everything we do.
Jackson and Annette are posing as two of their adopted children who are dating for some weird and vaguely creepy reason. Jackson is trying to understand human emotion and is prone to bursting into laughter or tears or screaming at random moments in order to study the reactions of those around him. Annette is trying to read others' minds and has been staring at me intently at twenty minute intervals and then making vague pronouncements about the weather.
The last two members of the team are Bruce and Lillian. They are also posing as adopted children who are dating. Bruce is studying human education and has enrolled in about 20 colleges, joining a fraternity in each one. He keeps fist and chest bumping me, which has led to many of the aforementioned cuts, bruises and hairline fractures. Lillian is interested in human development and has been trying to convince me to get pregnant so she can monitor me.
I think I like them. Maybe.
~~~~~~~
There's been a few incidents with my neighbour's dog Jake Brown . There was the one day Edgar came to get me and Jake set his teeth into Edgar's leg, green blood spewing everywhere.
"Bonita! Hide! I shall save thee from the evil beast!" Edgar had cried, batting at Jake with a chopstick from last night's dinner. (Edgar preferred his roadkill prepared in the style of the Asian cuisine)
Edgar was such a gentleman.
Then there was also the unfortunate revelation that Jake was indeed a were-human, morphing into a frightening shirtless bundle of muscles with every full moon. Edgar did not appreciate this.
Ing unexpectedly had to go on a trip and is semi-sans Internet right now. We will return to our originally programmed headdesking when she gets back. Probably.