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Thread: Vampiric Speculations

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live a different life? To do and see things that you currently cannot? I'm sure you have, I'm sure it's perfectly normal. We all dream of things that might have been or could be, or even things that couldn't. That is the marvel of the human mind, our imaginations. But what if you are happy? What if you have a life that you enjoy, despite some minor struggles and the usual irritations life throws at you? A life that you feel you would be profoundly empty without? What then? Well, I say that it is still understandable to dream as we do, to yearn and want more. Allow me, if you will, to deepen my question. What if you are so very much happy with your life, and yet you are presented with the vision of another. This vision is not given by an external force, though certainly inspired by one, and it is only vaguely possible to attain. This vision, this overwhelming want of things you cannot have, fills you with so much happiness when you dwell upon it that it rivals the very joy you feel in your day to day life. You suddenly find yourself wanting, for lack of a proper word, two things now the life you have and the one which you now desire so very strongly. You want them both, to have and hold together as one. To have your cake and eat it to, so to speak. Funny little phrase, that. And then, what if I was to tell you that there was a way to gain that which you sought so dearly? Two ways, in fact, however both at a dreadful price. The first was surely less palpable, to lose quite possibly all that you love and hold dear to your heart and soul. The other to lose a piece of yourself, to give up values which you hold to tightly in the core of your being. What would you do then?
Thread: Vampiric Speculations

My, it's... been awhile since I traversed into this little corner of BM which I call 'mine'. A little housekeeping is in order, I do believe. There's bloody cobwebs lurking in the corners o.o In any case, I come to you today with another bit of my silly wonderings, this time pertaining to something which quite irritated me. I'll try to keep it short, after all this is merely venting I suppose. How I despise being reminded of how the male population acts. The way many of my 'kind' monger and beat their proverbial chests, milling around this world and discharging the filth that is their baser instincts. Specifically, I refer to the way in which some think of, and moreso speak to, women. I see it time and time again, and I find no excuse for it. Surely there are times when it is all in good fun, or pertaining to the conversation at hand, and that I can readily look past, keeping in mind the character of the person that is speaking. But oh how I loathe the man who looks to women as objects, a commodity to be traded and used, thrown away when the fun is over. Perhaps not so bad as that, but equally detestable in my eyes, the want of a woman not for who she is, but because of what she can do. Dear God how I wish to be rid of their foul presence. Our 'fairer halves' are not simply pieces of flesh that we are to use for our carnal desires. They are beautiful, passionate, and exotic beings whom deserve our care and devotion. We should look unto them with respect and dignity, show them we are honorable and sincere. Lie to them not and take no false action in their regard. Though they are stronger than traditionally believed, we are supposed to still be their protectors. My God, how hard is it to cherish the other half of ourselves? I can see it even when it is veiled in a seemingly nonchalant comment, or when people are joking and the invisible fangs of the dogs reveal themselves. I daresay it is both an awesome and disgusting sight. Ah, it seems tiredness is taking over, and my thoughts becoming jumbled. Perhaps not the best thing to do, typing this up as I planned to tomorrow though instead on this restless night. I bid you all adieu, those that may peruse this, and hope that it strikes some chord with us all. Cherish and love, now and forevermore.
Thread: Vampiric Speculations

I know you said that it would probably be best if no one posted in here, your space, other than yourself, but I have to say...I admire you, for being one of the better men who don't look upon a woman as simply a tool to satisfy the instinctial need to reprocriate. I'm glad someone can see women for what we really are the other half. Not just meat. Thanks, Vampy. -Anjeru
Thread: Vampiric Speculations

Hey there Anj. Thank you, for that, though it wasn't my intention, of course, to 'toot my horn', as it were. In this instance it's slightly ironic that you should say such things, because I was thinking of touching upon that in a new post today. Though fear not, for I am but one of many who feel this way I'm just choosing to speak my mind on it. And I know some might think that I portray that which I elaborated upon last night. For this, I say shame upon you for not seeking to look beyond what you see every once in awhile. It matters not, however, as per my usual, those that should know how I truly am do so know. That is what is important to me. Rest assured that despite what I say in chat, I say so only out of fun and always underlain with respect. I abhor seeming to be like the sloven, drooling masses of men on the Internets who beg and coerce pictures and the like from women. But that will be all for now. I think I got my point across. Not sleeping well makes me less inclined to read this over and check, so I'm sure something was missed. Oh wells.
Thread: Vampiric Speculations

Of female persuasion myself, I'm sure we don't mind the playing and occassional attentions based solely on our physical selfs. What I was saying before, was that I, myself, am tired of feeling like nothing more than cattle, to be used up and tossed aside. Perhaps it was my lack of sleep, or something of the sort, but I was just glad to see someone who doesn't think of women as such. I'm not much of ego stroker, nor is it my intention to be, I am just honest, with thoughts and voice. That being said, I am still going to stand by my thank-you.
Thread: Vampiric Speculations

Oh worry not, I wasn't suggesting you were ego stroking, I more of said that to detract from ideas that I was posting all this as a way of 'flaunting' myself. I do thank you earnestly, and you are very welcome as well. You got the right point across, don't worry.
Thread: Vampiric Speculations

Good good. It is a tad harder to string words into your intending meaning when you're tired.
Thread: Vampiric Speculations

Have you ever wanted to rip into someone for something they have done? What if, besides follows the laws of simple respect, they didn't know they had done something to you? Is it still right to bitch them out? What if they are someone that you consider a friend? Is it still right to want to yell at them, to call them out for 'wronging you', if that is how it should be put? Should you keep silent so as to not potentially bring that person to tears? Or should you instead let it out in as nice a way as you can? What should you do when you feel as if someone has taken you for granted? I know what I will do. Do you?
Thread: Vampiric Speculations

If you don't tell a person they've transgressed, they aren't given a chance to redeem themselves. Sometimes, people do things without meaning to that grate on your last fucking nerve and unless you tell them, When you do, it makes me want to punch babies and light puppies on fire. how are they to know they're driving you to assault infants and barbeque puppies? However, if they've been made aware of an annoying habit and they still do it, then by all means, light into them and make them cry. Sometimes a person needs a fire lit under their ass to make them knock their shit off. My personal opinion is if you've told someone numerous times not to do something and they still do it? What kind of a friend are they in the first place? Friendship is a two-way street after all.
Thread: Vampiric Speculations

Dearest BM, I think I missed an important memo. I say this because I find myself wondering when, and why, we transported ourselves back to high school? Why is it that people cannot tell us something to our faces? That they must go to a third party with their issues rather than speak directly to you like an adult? Wouldn't that solve everything? I think so. Far be it from me to presume on behalf of the rest of us, but I like to think myself a very rational person, one more than capable of taking criticism and some harsh words. I've dealt with enough in my life to have developed a layer or two of thick skin inlaid with my own rationality. I mean, I'll obviously wonder what the heck is going on, but I will at least recognize that it's being caused by something, and try to work it out with someone. I'm not some silly teenager that has an ego the size of a elephant and an attitude to match. I'm much easier to deal with than that. But, alas, that matters not to some. Not to mention some interesting misconceptions about the weight they hold in your life. Of course a friend holds a very distinct value to me and a close friend, those select few whom I feel I can really share things with, even moreso. But that should not be confused with something more. A friend is a friend and they stay that way, lest both people in question want more. But I deviate from my original thread of thought a bit. And so things progress as they did in school, with friends whispering behind your back rather than owning up and confronting you. It's sad, and silly, really. Sad because a simple heads up would have assuaged their fears. And also because you wonder if ever you will get to talk things through, to make amends where needed and together understand what has happened. Instead, you have a friendship possibly rent asunder, which is perhaps the worst part of it all. So, in closing, I ponder again why two adults cannot talk about a problem between friends, like civilized people should. Let's leave the yesteryears of our youth and immaturity behind us and progress in a more reasonable fashion, with our ears and eyes open to those around us and ever mindful of how hurtful a single word can be. Oh, and please be sure to CC me on all urgent directives in the future. I hate playing catchup. Yours Sincerely, VS
Thread: inspiration is contagious â ! [ dream & houdini ]

Brendan had been out of work for a full five days when the call came in about a new job. Hed been the longtime top bodyguard for a high-profile singeractress, and done an amazing job at it. But now, the sweet thing was headed to rehab, her finances in shambles after two straight albums that had flopped, and shed had to let him go. He wasnt one of the highest paid bodyguards in Hollywood for nothing. Sure, he was big, fit, and assertive, all decidedly important qualities in a bodyguard, but that wasnt all. He was smart, and in more ways than one. Most importantly, he was discreet. He never spoke a word of anything damaging about his clients. Not to his mother, not to his brothers, and not even to his ex, when theyd been together. Tabloids would have paid a fortune for the information he had on his last employer the drugs, the wild nights, the men, and more. But he knew to keep his mouth shut. And, he was no high school dropout. Hed graduated from a decent university with honors two years ago. Hed done the bodyguard gig to get himself through college, but he enjoyed it so much, why stop just because he had a diploma? So when the phone rang, he was in no rush to jump at any old opportunity. He knew the phone calls would come in force. But he vaguely knew the name of the man on the other end. Hed always been tenuously associated with nefarious characters. Brendan, Id like to offer you the opportunity of a lifetime. Id like you to be number one on Estelle Lights, the man said. Brendan just stayed quiet as the voice on the other end paused. I have reason to believe the Ortega syndicate may be interested in harming her. Youll just need to keep her safe. And Ill pay you double what you made working for that crackhead. Brendan paused for a moment before responding. If there was anything he couldnt refuse, it was a good challenge. And the pay wasnt bad, either. If the Ortegas were involved, it was dangerous that much was certain, but danger didnt phase him, in fact it was his drug. So, several hours later, he found himself employed again, outside a trendy club in the late evening hours, snickering in amusement at the paparazzi outside. Once hed convinced the bouncers he was not involved in the recent fight, and was there for Ms. Lights, he glanced around inside for the familiar figure of the tall, pretty artist. Spotting her, he moved several feet from her and the club owner, running one hand through his short, brown hair that constantly had a wet look to it. He folded his arms, giving his tanned muscles an appearance of even greater definition as they protruded from under the very short sleeves of the grey shirt he wore with his designer jeans. He sized up his new client, quite tall for a woman, yet still a good five inches shorter than he stood, and smiled, accenting his strong jawlines. Ms. Lights, he began after clearing his throat. Im Brendan. Ive been hired as your new bodyguard. Theres a car waiting to take you to your room, he explained, in a tone that was respectful to her as his superior, yet all business.
Thread: inspiration is contagious â ! [ dream & houdini ]

Miss Lights. Your ride has arrived. Estelle's eyes reflected her apparent disinterest. She watched the man with a dull yet convincingly illustrious gaze then watching as the very glamorous looking vehicle pulled to an abrupt halt in front of the club. Estelle would have believed that the back or the alleyway would have been a more appropriate veil for an unnoticed getaway, but the manager had jumped to conclusion believing that the starlet didn't want to have her pretty green dress wreaking of hostile sewer fumes, or ruin her expensive black heels in low puddles of typical New York sludge. Sirens wailed off in the distance still, growing closer and closer. It was best to flee the scene before the police arrived to avoid embarrassment and overeaggerated hype. Estelle could already tell this would be in the next morning's paper, along with discreetly snapped pictures taken of herself by well hidden - well, in some cases well hidden - paparazzi. The Brazilian woman examined the beige-colored six cylinder SUV. It was new a 2011 model, clearly sent by her worrisome brother... and with the vehicle wasn't there supposed to be an escort? Estelle was pleased not to see some sort of sharply-dressed man slither out from the flawless cream back seats. Once again, I'm terribly sorry for this inconvenience... I'll make sure that you are in some way reimbursed for this waste of an evening. Estelle chuckled. This was merely a misconception an unfortunate event. It's absolutely permissible. Sometimes... things like this happen. Please, don't apologize. I expect no compensation at all. We'll just reschedule the event... at a different venue. She flaunted a very dubious, toothy grin which startled the manager. What an odd... but somehow very entrancing woman. Suddenly, a voice filled her head. She swiveled, nearly bumping into yet another man. Some party. She raised one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows, clearly displaying her disinterest yet once again. The voice was sweet and low she hadn't heard a young man's voice - well, one around her age - in quite some time, and it was a relief. With the coming of the man's introduction, Estelle instinctively clutched his slightly calloused hand in her own she gave it a strong shake. Estelle.'Suddenly, her eyes went stark with surprise. Bodyguard? Her clutch on the man's hand tightened visibly, though she was quick to retract her own. I won't lie... it's probably some of the most positive news I've heard all evening. She placed a hand on her stomach and left no more time to waste. She clambered into the vehicle with general ease and elegance, noting how the tinted windows shielded other revelers from seeing her face. I'll cut you loose after we get something to eat. And don't worry you can keep the Happy Meal toy. listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: inspiration is contagious â ! [ dream & houdini ]

Brendan looked over the shapely entertainer from head to toe, making mental notes on her hair, her clothing, her tattoos, and whatever else his eyes picked up. He needed to know everything about her if he was to be her protector. Certainly, hed been aware of Ms. Estelle Lights, but he was completely disinterested in the celeb worship scene, and wasnt much of a fan of anyone he didnt have business with. He frowned at how the club manager whorishly arranged for Estelle to exit front and center, greedy for whatever publicity it might bring his club. If Brendan had been there from the beginning, that never would have been allowed to occur. He opened the back door of the SUV, and took one of Estelles hands, helping her inside. Once shed accommodated herself, he closed the door, walked around to the other side, and slid in himself. Were going to the Alex hotel, he said coolly to the driver, before turning his attention back to his charge. I dont think you understand, he told Estelle. You can have all the happy meals youd like. But you cant go back to your apartment tonight. Theres reason to believe its not safe. Just for now, he explained as the vehicle slowly parted the sea of paparazzi seeking one last shot before diving out of the way of the vehicle. One very determined paparazzo even tried pulling at the handle of Brendans door, which hed locked, of course. Once hed failed, he shot one last off-balance, blinding flash with his camera as the SUV pulled away. Im sure its nothing serious, maam, he lied to Estelle. Probably just some carried away stalker. But it needs to be checked out first. As they drove through the McDonald's, Brendan stayed quiet and simply observed. He could see why someone grabbed a hold of Estelle at a young age and signed her up. She obviously had talents. But she exuded some kind of disarming charm, a sort of air that made it seem as if she were impossible to dislike, even if she did act the diva at times, as any star worth her salt did. Here we are, he announced as they arrived at the ritzy hotel. Ill make sure you get to your room safely, and then I can go out and get you anything you need for the night. I know its a terrible inconvenience to make you come here unprepared.
Thread: inspiration is contagious â ! [ dream & houdini ]

Not safe? Estelle's apartment - or more so, condo - was one of the safest buildings in the entire city. No one even knew that occupied the building, either. After the trip to McDonalds - Estelle of course purchasing a hardy, fattening meal consisting of a big-mac, large fries and a massive brother Coke - they arrived at the hotel. The woman was skillfully lapping dollops of mayonnaise from her french-manicured fingers as the SUV pulled to an abrupt halt. To be honest, Estelle was unsure as to why anyone would want to cause ill will towards her. She was a very kind, and for the most part, selfless woman. She wasn't vain and had many very admirers. So... who would want to hurt her? She rolled up the paper bag with the remainder of her food then stuffed it in her silver handbag, carefully climbing out of the beige vehicle. Luckily, this part of the city were reserved for those who were both posh and extravagant - though Estelle really wasn't either of those. People who lived here seemed to be big time artists, DJs, businessmen and big-time computer programmers. Immediately Estelle felt very, very uncomfortable. This wasn't her type of scene. The buildings, the stores, the expensively dressed people. She obscured her vision by gazing towards the brilliantly illuminated building. It had a forest-green oning which was lined with soft, beige-colored lights. The inside was a mixture of creams, beiges and peaches which made the foyer very soft and elegant looking. I hate persistence. May I ask who hired you, Brendan? she asked, My manager? My publicist? Or is there something I'm just not aware of.listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: inspiration is contagious â ! [ dream & houdini ]

Estelle was displaying the disarming charm that hed heard was her trademark. Shed sidestepped his questions and tackled the eight-hundred pound elephant, and all while doing her best to appear nonplussed by the whole hotel scene. He could tell, though, that it wasnt in her comfort zone. Brendan considered himself an expert at reading people, and few could successfully fool him. Estelle was a Big Mac girl at heart, and this was the last place she wanted to be. So was there something she wasnt aware of? Absolutely. Brendan didnt know the whole story either. But his task was to walk the tightrope of winning Estelles trust, while always staying at least a step ahead of her in the information department. But he wouldnt prove trustworthy by lying. So hed just have to withhold some information. No, Ms. Lights. I wasnt hired by your manager or publicist. I was hired by a relative who has your best interests at heart. The person felt it would be dangerous to tell me, or by extension, you, any more. He looked the exotic beauty in the eyes, as if to convey the thought that the explanation hed given was perfectly thorough, and it would be lunacy to inquire any further. Brendan was about to hold the door for Estelle, when a short, sharply dressed Latino man scurried to the door and held it for both of them. Two rooms, under Elizabeth Winters, Brendan told the woman at the front desk. Of course, the room hadnt been reserved under her real name, lest undue attention was attracted. When he was handed the keys, he led Estelle upstairs, opening the door to an elegantly appointed room. A large four-poster bed was the centerpiece of the two-bedroom suite, and Georgian Hepplewhite furniture pieces adorned the rest of the room, over fine oriental rugs. The view was probably the most magnificent part of the Midtown hotel, however. From the eighth story window, the Empire State Building was visible to the left, the rest of the bright city skyline straight ahead with the Hudson beyond, and the dark spot that was Central Park off to the right. If you need anything, Ill be in the room next door, he said, handing her a small phone. It was a burner phone, with walkie-talkie capability. Just push the button, and Ill be there. Unless you need anything now, he said, rubbing his chin. He was still deciding whether he cared for Estelles personality, or whether this was going to be just a paycheck. As much as he had a natural predisposition against celebrities, he hadnt seen anything in her so far which he disliked. She seemed to be quite a unique and original person. Ill check with your publicist also, so you wont miss any of your appointments tomorrow.