Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Excerpt for Blood Tears

It won’t hurt forever, but it sure fucking felt like it would. She brushed her tears away as she came to a sitting position, drawing her knees up to her chest. Still feeling as though the tears were going to fall at any moment, she closed her eyes took a deep breath to dispel the remaining emotions from the horrible memory she relived almost every night. Erik.
Pulling the covers from her body, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and ran her fingers through her sweat-dampened hair. The bright red letters from the nightstand flashed 2 a.m. After this she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. Wonderful, another day fueled only by four hours of sleep. When you hunted unholy bloodsuckers, that wasn’t a good thing.
Groaning, she came to her feet her toes sinking into the thick motel carpet. Motels, traveling, keeping hidden in the shadows was something that she had grown accustomed to over the last couple of years. Once things had been so different.
She worked at a coffee shop, granted it wasn’t the best job but it made ends meet. Her apartment had been a beautiful one overlooking the breathtaking park in the center of the city. It was a relatively uneventful, mundane existence but it was normal and it was something she would never have again. One night, one encounter down a dark alley changed everything. It had been then, that one moment in which her entire world and everything she had ever believed shifted. She didn’t know then that walking down that alley was going to change her whole life and the course of her future.
Resting both hands on either side of the sink, she kept her head lowered staring down at the drain. Now, her days and nights were spent chasing unholy creatures that managed to cross over into this world and feed in every way it was possible to imagine.
People were one of two ways. Either they believed in good and not evil or they believed in evil and not good. Those were beliefs she didn’t understand. If there was a counter balance for everything in this world, in this life then how could you believe in one and not the other?
She believed in both. You couldn’t be something like her and not believe. Raising her head, she met her blood red eyes in the scratched mirror in front of her. If you were evil then you had to believe there was an opposite of what you were. No matter how hopeless things seemed she still had to believe things could be different. She couldn’t allow herself to lose faith. She had to believe there could be exceptions, even for someone like her.
“What’s the use?” She muttered turning from the mirror, discussed with her own reflection.
“Why do you torture yourself?” A feminine voice floated to her from the corner of the room.
Picking up the pack of cigarettes she tossed one in her mouth and lit it. “Don’t you ever knock?” Smoke billowed in white swirls as she turned to face Ariel.
“What would be the point of that? You wouldn’t answer.” Smashing her own cigarette into the ashtray, she stood. “I heard about Erik.”
Her head fell back against the wall but she didn’t answer.
“You did the right thing.”
“You would think that.”
“Don’t you?”
“If I didn’t think it then I wouldn’t have done it but cut the bullshit about understanding. You don’t understand anything and you don’t really care do you? One less demon right?”

This is a new story but I am taking stuff from previous work that I have had published that better come down soon otherwise legal action is being taken. Hope you all enjoy it. Until tomorrow, love you all!


LaVerne Thompson said...

Wow! M.A. This was fantastic.


M.A Gonzales said...

Thank you girl! I'm really excited about it!