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Mar. 2nd, 2004
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The light changed. I looked up at the sky; the clouds had disappeared, replaced by a clear, cobalt sky. The sun now kissed the horizon. The hunger still gripped me, a pain deep within me, yet distant at the same time. A foul presence skated across my senses, raising the hairs at the nape of my neck. I spun, searching for it, but I stood alone on Ring Road. That worried me more than if there had been others walking along the road with me. The presence wasn't human, of that I was certain, and the presence of other students would have been comforting. There was strength in numbers. But I was alone, and far from the safety of my hall and my room.
Not alone. The presence behind me grew stronger, nearer. I tried to keep a reign on my panic, to walk normally. Animals can sense fear. Running away from a predator is usually invitation for it to give chase. I needed to keep calm, to walk slowly.
I needed to get the hell back to my room before whatever the fuck was behind me caught up.
Even as I reasoned with myself that calm was essential, I ran. My breath backed up in my chest as terror clogged my throat. I could feel evil behind me, and I felt the explosion of excitement as it picked up the chase.
Safety was close, just around the corner, and I knew I'd never make it. I forced myself to run faster, and tripped over my own feet. I landed hard on the gravel path, and something landed hard on me. I screamed, and someone else's scream echoed through me.
"Control it! You're stronger than this! Dammit, Reina, control it!"
"I can't." My voice wasn't my own. Hoarser, deeper. Wood's voice.
Oh no. Oh Lady, please, not again.
The monster crouched on my chest, pinning me to the ground, and I couldn't make myself look at it. I hadn't the courage. I twisted my head to the side, eyes tightly closed, and whimpered.
"Not again," I whispered, a strangled sound that squeezed past the terror in my throat. "Not again, not again."
The monster's hands gripped my shoulders, its fingers digging in painfully. Other, invisible hands ran over my, a frantic caress, a desperate touch. A disembodied voice shouted in my ear.
"Reina! Reina, don't you do this! Don't give in! You're stronger than this, I know it. Take the control!"
"I can't!" I sobbed. I would have done anything, anything, to escape from the vision. To prevent the end I knew would come. How many more times would I have to live through death? How much longer would I be victim to these waking nightmares?
The creature leaned over me. Matted, greasy hair brushed my cheek as it lowered it's head to my throat. A tongue probed, licking along my throat, then teeth closed over my jugular. I breathed in panicked, choking gasps.
"Oh gods. Help me. Logan, help me!"
Not alone. The presence behind me grew stronger, nearer. I tried to keep a reign on my panic, to walk normally. Animals can sense fear. Running away from a predator is usually invitation for it to give chase. I needed to keep calm, to walk slowly.
I needed to get the hell back to my room before whatever the fuck was behind me caught up.
Even as I reasoned with myself that calm was essential, I ran. My breath backed up in my chest as terror clogged my throat. I could feel evil behind me, and I felt the explosion of excitement as it picked up the chase.
Safety was close, just around the corner, and I knew I'd never make it. I forced myself to run faster, and tripped over my own feet. I landed hard on the gravel path, and something landed hard on me. I screamed, and someone else's scream echoed through me.
"Control it! You're stronger than this! Dammit, Reina, control it!"
"I can't." My voice wasn't my own. Hoarser, deeper. Wood's voice.
Oh no. Oh Lady, please, not again.
The monster crouched on my chest, pinning me to the ground, and I couldn't make myself look at it. I hadn't the courage. I twisted my head to the side, eyes tightly closed, and whimpered.
"Not again," I whispered, a strangled sound that squeezed past the terror in my throat. "Not again, not again."
The monster's hands gripped my shoulders, its fingers digging in painfully. Other, invisible hands ran over my, a frantic caress, a desperate touch. A disembodied voice shouted in my ear.
"Reina! Reina, don't you do this! Don't give in! You're stronger than this, I know it. Take the control!"
"I can't!" I sobbed. I would have done anything, anything, to escape from the vision. To prevent the end I knew would come. How many more times would I have to live through death? How much longer would I be victim to these waking nightmares?
The creature leaned over me. Matted, greasy hair brushed my cheek as it lowered it's head to my throat. A tongue probed, licking along my throat, then teeth closed over my jugular. I breathed in panicked, choking gasps.
"Oh gods. Help me. Logan, help me!"
Excitement
Mar. 2nd, 2004 10:51 pmI was going to go to bed at 10:00. I realized I'd written over 3k words, and I was mentally exhausted. So I said good-bye in chat, and headed out to go to the bathroom before hopping in bed.
Brendan was standing in the hall, just sort of lingering, so I stopped and said hi to him. That turned into 45 minutes of talking him into going and talking to the girl he likes (I'm fairly certain who it is, but he didn't tell me. It was strictly a conversation about "thinking" vs "doing".) Finally got him to go in there and ask to talk to her, they're now outside talking, and oh gods, I'm so excited! This is the romance writer in me coming out. Gods, I hope she doesn't turn him down. I got to witness 45 minutes of his angsting over it, and he really likes this girl. He's trying to play it suave and "Don Juan", but he's going to be hurt if he turns him down. He was really worried about his odds, because apparently he's tried this 7-10 times before, and only been successful once. Poor guy.
Mph! I hope things work out! ^_^
Brendan was standing in the hall, just sort of lingering, so I stopped and said hi to him. That turned into 45 minutes of talking him into going and talking to the girl he likes (I'm fairly certain who it is, but he didn't tell me. It was strictly a conversation about "thinking" vs "doing".) Finally got him to go in there and ask to talk to her, they're now outside talking, and oh gods, I'm so excited! This is the romance writer in me coming out. Gods, I hope she doesn't turn him down. I got to witness 45 minutes of his angsting over it, and he really likes this girl. He's trying to play it suave and "Don Juan", but he's going to be hurt if he turns him down. He was really worried about his odds, because apparently he's tried this 7-10 times before, and only been successful once. Poor guy.
Mph! I hope things work out! ^_^
Wow. Productive day.
Mar. 2nd, 2004 11:31 pmWow. Productive day.
That last one is a romance writer's dream. I'm feeling very giddy and giggly. ^_^
All in all, a very good day. *happy sigh*
- Took my Psych 7A midterm
- Wrote over 3k on ReinaWIP
- Wrestled with the printer and got a submission package for GotG to Dorchester formatted and printed out
- Helped Erik get his own submission package done up and sent off
- And provided "the best advice EVER" ( :P ) to a friend of mine, that resulted in him succeeding in asking out the girl he likes and has been angsting over asking out for a long time.
That last one is a romance writer's dream. I'm feeling very giddy and giggly. ^_^
All in all, a very good day. *happy sigh*
