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49. PreservativesThere's something in my blood stream and it's keeping me alive. You could say that it's a poison and this is my sickness, but there's nothing toxic about it. If it were toxic, surely I would decay? I'm still around. No, it's not a poison; it's a preservative. It keeps me, like a dead creature floating in a jar of vinegar - only there is no vinegar and I'm not floating and I'm very much alive.
44. Two RoadsMy vision swims, great ribbons of red dancing over a carnelian forest. The tall trunks of trees that never quite reach the sky, and yet somehow never end, stand before me, glowing ocre in the eerie red light. There are two paths of autumnal leaves, forking away from the one at my feet. To the left there are screams. Shrieks of pain and rage and final-moment indignation. Please-don't-hurt-mes and this-isn't-happenings. Help-somebody-helps and cries that melt into horrendous gurgles. And they make me hungry.I am disgusted. I am sick to my stomach. And I am so very hungry.It is not until what feels like an age has past that I really notice the right prong of the fork. It's glowing. White light shines though the leaves. The green leaves, rimmed by golden light. It is quiet, and still, peaceful beyond any earthly measure. The light feels like music running through my head, like warm water on my skin.But still I hear the screams, and my mouth waters to taste that agony. I don't want the p
2. LoveThe thing about Daniel Lucas is that he was uncontrollably, head over heels in love. Mercy Harding was an enigma, she was a mystery he never wanted to be solved; it was all part of her charm, you see. Mercy Harding was perfect.She was classy, she wore a blouse and pencil skirt to the cafe down the road. She used real words, not the otherworldly slang other girls spoke. To even be friends with a girl like her was unbelievable. Mercy Harding was perfect.She made him laugh. Around Mercy, how could be not be smiling? She was gorgeous. Her jet black hair wasn't natural and she was never without that hint of makeup and she didn't need it, but he wouldn't change her for the world. She was perfect.And she's so smart, he thought as they sat on his sofa, watching reruns of a nineties sitcom, she sees things I never could. She talked about the hidden meanings in books and films, who the characters were and who they wanted to be, and you couldn't help but be drawn in.The canned laughter
A Girl Called Mercy Part 3Whilst Jen and Sammy are certainly off the menu, a girl’s got to feed. It was boring in the apartment, and the thirst was getting too much for me to bear, so it was only logical to go out for a bit of fun and a good meal. I dressed up and everything. My dress is black, fanning out at the waist, and my lips are painted blood red – I just adore conforming to stereotypes. The flat shoes I wear on my feet slap against the wet pavement rhythmically, it’s as if I’m accompanied by my own personal drum beat, marching me out to war. Of course, war would imply that there’s going to be a fair fight, which there undoubtedly isn’t.What happened with him was unexpected and atypical. Normally, I have a lot more control over myself. Like tonight. The moon peeks out from behind a wrapping of wispy clouds as the partygoers scream and howl in apparent joy. The scent of humanity is all around me; humanity and alcohol. A pack of young men who can’t be any older th
A Girl Called Mercy Part 2It's always the same, after I kill someone like that. I have to move on, literally.The lady that shows me around my new home seems disconnected; she doesn't believe that I'm actually interested in renting. It is just a single bedroom apartment, but in all fairness I look a lot younger than the 25 I claim to be.The walls in the apartment are whitewashed, wallpaper less, and it seems like I'm going to have to furnish it mostly myself - unless I like sleeping on just a mattress and sitting on the floor. The bedroom has curtains, thankfully, and a door that locks from the inside. When I ask about it the woman tries to laugh, but it appears that laughter is too much effort for her, "Bit weird, yeah, but at least it doesn't lock from the outside, you know. I've sold one of them. Freaky as hell."She doesn't sound particularly freaked out.When I am satisfied that the apartment features running water and a working microwave, I produce a roll of cash from my purse."How much was the first mo
A Girl Called Mercy: Part OneSobs shake my entire frame. My hands tremble as I take another shuddering breath. I cough up blood. His blood. I retch as I feel it on my lips again, the metallic liquid making my mouth water. My body arcs in pain and I bring my knees in close to my chest. It's under my fingernails and on my nose. It's on my shirt.Oh Lord, have I killed him? I don't even know. It was just... his pulse in my ears and I could smell it and ... oh. It hurts so much, this. Guilt. It's physical. Like my heart is being torn from my chest by invisible hands. I howl like an animal. Maybe that's all I am now. An animal. A monster. I lie there writhing on the floor until it fades to darkness.I think he thought I was going to kiss him, but really I was just drawn to the pulse in his neck. It's very hard to explain why I wanted to do it, I just did. I bit him.I remember the warm blood running down my throat, sending shivers down my spine. I had enjoyed it. There's no use pretending otherwise. That just makes it
Farja interviewQuestions:1. What is your real name?Farja2. What is your surname?Cinneaddaughter3. What are your three most popular nicknames?I’m not quite sure if you mean popular with me, or popular with the Court. If it’s the latter, “Princess” is the obvious candidate. Mailyne calls me Farj sometimes, and I don’t object to that too much, and I suppose my last name isn’t uncommon for me to go by. I don’t think “daughter of flames” counts as a nickname.4. What is your favourite color(s)?Flame red, although that’s fairly stupid considering who I am.5. What is your favourite animal?!There are a pack of wolves that roam near the Dwarf Tunnels. They’ve always fascinated me, and I like to watch them whenever we visit the Sub-terras for supplies.6. Do you know what type of animal/race of human/mythical species you are? What kind?I have Elvish blood way back on my mother