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4-25-12 Wendnesday Briefs

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on April 25, 2012 at 2:55 AM Comments comments (8)

This week’s prompt was…”I'd follow you anywhere"

Continued…

“Stay close behind me and don't get out into the crowd,” Meara ordered.

“I’d follow you anywhere,” the cheerful vampire’s voice chirped. Annabelle was so sweet and warm one minute and a moment later, she could be a monster. The kind of creature who relished what Stern made her.

Meara glanced over and watched her new friend studying a balloon tied to a post and wondered if the girl had been simple minded before her transformation or if the death of her humanity had caused her to become child-like. She would never know, because Stern wouldn’t live long enough to explain his decision to create Annabelle and lock her away from the world. Annabelle turned, smiling at Meara radiantly, had the woman-child been more of a demon then Stern, or was the girl just a fascination that he tired of and didn’t have the courage to kill?

She’d spent years feeling anger at the unknown woman because their resemblance had lead to her death. Stern had chosen to victimize her and killed her dreams of being a mother, of having a family. These dreams seemed so simple when she was human and yet they were what made her a person. If he’d been kind to her, she might have forgiven him and accepted the darkness. Looking back, she was glad for his acts of cruelty because if he’d shown her kindness she would have become a killer instead of a vampire hunter. Meara could have loved the handsome powerful vampire. He was more than a man he was on God. If he’d used that strength for good instead of evil, she’d have loved him for the rest of her unnatural eternity.

Annabelle laughed, dancing to music that only she could hear in the middle of the crowded sidewalk. An older man gave the simple creature a dirty look and Meara resisted the urge to rip out his throat. Instead, she took Annabelle by the shoulders and led her away from the humans.

Once this child in a woman’s body must have been very beautiful and Meara couldn’t resist feeling a stab of jealousy. She hated knowing she still felt something for Stern in a twisted place inside of her heart craved him like a drug.

A shadow moving in the corner of her eye caught her attention. A small gasp left her. Rolland. Stern’s right hand minion was glaring at her. Seeing him told her she was out of time. Sighing, Meara walked over to her nemesis’s lackey.

She grinned as cockily as she could. “Take me to your leader, troll.”

Rolland’s mouth fell open and the sex-slave turned vampire hunter had a moment of satisfaction knowing the bastard was surprised. Good, let him try to figure out my game. I don’t think he’s seen Annabelle. She never broke eye contact and the tubby little man was the first one to look away. Yeah, another point for me, suck it you worthless worm.

Rolland actually looked scared, and that gave Meara the first warm and fuzzy feeling she’d had in over a century.

Check out everyone else too!

Nephylim m/m

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Sara York m/m

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MA Church m/m

Elyzabeth VaLey m/f

MC Houle m/m

Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

4-18-12 Wednesday Briefs

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on April 18, 2012 at 2:30 AM Comments comments (10)

This week's prompt was "hit me with your best shot"

Shaking off the dark memories Meara closed her eyes, inhaling deeply of the fresh crisp salt air. She loved ships, even after he’d made her a monster. She still loved certain things because they reminded or of what it felt like to be human. Ships made her remember hope. Wild flowers made her remember her childhood. The one thing she loved the most was rain. Rain made her remember hate, and hate kept her strong. She’d been searching for Stern for so many fruitless years, but now she had the single most powerful weapon ever created by man or God to use against the bastard.

“Hello,” Annabelle quietly said in her sweet childlike voice. The girl had the loveliest face, and her English accent was adorable. “Blue, yellow, green, but most of all red, I’m hungry Mi-mi.” Soft childish giggles immediately turned into a dark laugh. Meara shivered.

“We can go below and I’ll feed you Annabelle,” She glanced at the addled girl, frowning. Keeping every human alive on the ship was a challenge. Annabelle’s grip on reality was non-existent.

“Mi-mi is angry; she wants to throw me overboard. Hit me with your best shot. If you can catch me you can throw me into the sea where I will live with the mermaids and eat fishermen.”

“Quiet girl,” she scowled in a harsh whisper as an older couple walked past them. They gave the women a strange look. Annabelle hissed and the elderly pair’s midnight stroll became a late night jog.

This week's prompt was "hit me with your best shot"

“Control yourself,” Meara ordered.

“I like Mi-mi for taking me away from that dark house, and the mean keeper, but if she is mean to Annie she’ll find out why the keeper has so many scars,” Annabelle clapped her hands, twirling. Meara wished she had some other option, but using Stern’s darkest shame against him was the only way to destroy him.

“Mi-mi don’t look so sad. I hate him too,” the last sentence came out almost sounded adult and sane. Meara glanced quickly down at the shorter woman. Annabelle gave her a radiant smile and turned away to stare out into the sea. Seeing into the darkness as once she’d seen into daylight as a mortal Meara looked into the same direction. All she could see is water, but Annabelle began waving.

“I see the sea king and he sees me. Soon you’ll see him too Mi-mi. I once saw with different eyes, but Stern took away my other-sight. Don’t let him give you new eyes Mi-mi,” the mad girl whispered. She turned to Meara. “Don’t look into his heart Mi-mi, that’s how I lost my self.”

The girl turned back to the invisible sea king smiling. Shivering Meara looked out into the emptiness, the girl was trying to warn her, but of what she wasn’t sure. Stern had broken the rules of their kind when he turned someone unstable, and worse he hadn’t destroyed the girl and the weakness of his action put a rare grin on Meara’s face. She patted the girl on the shoulder. “Let’s go eat, and then I’ll read to you.”

Hopping excitedly the ethereal vampiress followed Meara off the deck. By this time tomorrow, they’d be in America, and the three of them would have a long overdue reunion.

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Wednesday Briefs #2 4-11-12

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on April 11, 2012 at 2:40 AM Comments comments (10)

If you missed last week here is #1.  This is raw flash fiction at or just over 500 words.  Please check each week for Meara's continuing story.

Meara stood on the deck of the ship looking up at the devastatingly azure blue sky. Her heart ached. Wrapping the cape more tightly around her body, she fought her fear. Meara’s legs felt like Macaroni as she watched the bird circling in the sky. The creature’s lonely call could be coming straight out of the past. There’d been another bird, long ago, when she was young, in the days when she was a mortal woman and not a vampire.

Meara’s Irish pride flowed through her veins as she remembered that long dead brave Irish lass standing on a ship looking ahead to America. The girl’s courage was obvious, but the creature she’d become had stolen the hopeful bravery along with her mortality. She knew he waited for her somewhere in the shadows of the country that had been her second home for a century. Stern. His name fit him well, the king of night creatures was not a man who indulged in forgiveness, but Meara sought none. She’d never forgive him for condemning her. She’d stolen one of his precious day rings a decade ago and returned home, to Ireland, but found the country so radically changed she felt as if she’d landed on an alien world.

Stern had stolen everything from her and now she returned, seeking revenge. He knew she was coming. She felt his knowledge in the quickening of her blood, and his telepathic call. Screw you Stern! Go to hell where you belong, you evil bastard! Her mind railed at him, bitter.

It didn’t help that every time she thought of him her body grew warm and ready. The handsome demon took the pure, naïve girl and showed her how much her body craved pain and pleasure. Meara knew no other man would ever fulfill her as Stern, but she was willing to live without his carnal mastery to free her from the bondage of the blood bond. She could never find eternal rest while her demonic creator roamed the Earth. Her many suicide attempts had been in vain, but now she knew why. She found the last of the druids last year, an elderly blind woman who’d screamed with agony the moment Meara had stepped into the room because she was completely contrary to the Earth magic the woman had spent her life cultivating.

“You must kill the one who hold’s your life-force, the one who stole your mortality,” wept the old woman. The agony of Meara’s presence ended her ancient, frail life. She’d left money on an antique chest of drawers. “Thank you old mother, I will kill him,” Meara whispered as she walked out of the cottage.

The bird cried again, and its screech stirred the vampiress all the way to the empty place that once housed her soul. She knew loneliness. Every day that she remained parted from Stern was almost unbearable.

“I’m coming for you Stern,” her words floated over the Atlantic as she gazed out towards her destination. “I’m all grownup, not the scared immigrant girl you destroyed, a modern woman. A vampire diva who’s not afraid to get a little blood on her hands, as long as it’s yours lover.”

Installment #2

Meara’s memory drifted back to the long ago night her mortal life ended.

It was a dark and stormy night, she rushed through the streets of Dublin, weeping. The man she loved had betrayed her and all she could think to do was return to her mother’s side at the family hearth for comfort. She’d run through the wetness and mud, ignoring the strange looks she received as she passed by the inn. Several drunken men leered at her telling her they knew a way to dry her tears. She’d ignored them. Home was a short distance away. Meara knew her mother would have discovered she was missing. She’d run away with Finn only to discover her friend Mary was pregnant with his child. She was lucky she’d insisted on vows before she gave her body to the traitor. He’d said such pretty words, beautiful lies. She’d never be so foolish again. She should’ve listened to her beloved mother. Finn was no good.

The rain intensified, she was having trouble seeing her way. Meara had traveled this road many times so she was able to navigate in spite of the deluge. Her head was down as she rushed ahead and the unexpected collision with the hard body knocked the wind from her as she fell back onto the muddy road.

“Are you all right miss?” The man’s voice was seductive and drew her eyes to his face in a way she’d never experienced. He had the face of an angel, but there was nothing in his eyes. As beautiful as he was the coldness in his face made it hard to look at him. Meara scrambled to her feet rejecting the gloved hand he gallantly offered her.

The man’s face was expressive and she noticed the cold flash of anger before he was able to hide it behind his emotionless smile. Meara shivered. The rain was cold but this man’s soulless eyes were colder.

“I’m fine. Thank you, I’ll be on my way,” she replied rushing away from the spooky figure. In a moment, he was ahead of her again. He’d moved so quickly she hadn’t even seen him do it. One second he was behind her and then he was there again, just ahead. Meara cried out and skidded to a halt.

“What do you want?” She demanded of the stranger.

“I want what everyone wants, happiness. I feel your sorrow and grief. I to grieve for love sweet child and I know you can understand that. Let me ease your loss,” his silky words had the ring of an eloquent English accent. No matter how nice his voice was, without feeling behind the words, they were a screeching in her ears.

“I don’t know what you are, but you’ll find no comfort with me.”

“On the contrary my dear, I will find nothing but peace with you in my arms. You are so like her…so like my Annabelle. Do not flee from my sweet bird, for I have a gift for you.”

“I want nothing from you. Allow me to pass,” she was afraid and her fear gave the demand a hard edge.

He laughed.

I forgot to include links last week.  So sorry Brief writers!

Michael Mandrake m/m

http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com/

Nephylim m/m

http://nephylim-author.blogspot.com/

Lily Sawyer m/m

http://lilysawyerbooks.blogspot.com/

Sara York m/m

http://sarayork.blogspot.com/

MA Church m/m

http://machurch00.blogspot.com/

Victoria Blisse m/f

http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk/

AJ Jarrett m/m

http://ajjarrett29.blogspot.com/%20

Elyzabeth VaLey m/f

http://inadreambeyond.blogspot.com/%20

Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com/

4-4-12 Post #1 Meara's Journey

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on April 4, 2012 at 2:15 AM Comments comments (4)

I've joined a fun new flash fiction group.  These 500 words stories will be about Meara a vengful vampiress.  Check out my blog Wednesdays for more of Meara's story.

Meara stood on the deck of the ship looking up at the devastatingly azure blue sky. Her heart ached. Wrapping the cape more tightly around her body, she fought her fear. Meara’s legs felt like Macaroni as she watched the bird circling in the sky. The creature’s lonely call could be coming straight out of the past. There’d been another bird, long ago, when she was young, in the days when she was a mortal woman and not a vampire.

Meara’s Irish pride flowed through her veins as she remembered that long dead brave Irish lass standing on a ship looking ahead to America. The girl’s courage was obvious, but the creature she’d become had stolen the hopeful bravery along with her mortality. She knew he waited for her somewhere in the shadows of the country that had been her second home for a century. Stern. His name fit him well, the king of night creatures was not a man who indulged in forgiveness, but Meara sought none. She’d never forgive him for condemning her. She’d stolen one of his precious day rings a decade ago and returned home, to Ireland, but found the country so radically changed she felt as if she’d landed on an alien world.

Stern had stolen everything from her and now she returned, seeking revenge. He knew she was coming. She felt his knowledge in the quickening of her blood, and his telepathic call. Screw you Stern! Go to hell where you belong, you evil bastard! Her mind railed at him, bitter.

It didn’t help that every time she thought of him her body grew warm and ready. The handsome demon took the pure, naïve girl and showed her how much her body craved pain and pleasure. Meara knew no other man would ever fulfill her as Stern, but she was willing to live without his carnal mastery to free her from the bondage of the blood bond. She could never find eternal rest while her demonic creator roamed the Earth. Her many suicide attempts had been in vain, but now she knew why. She found the last of the druids last year, an elderly blind woman who’d screamed with agony the moment Meara had stepped into the room because she was completely contrary to the Earth magic the woman had spent her life cultivating.

“You must kill the one who hold’s your life-force, the one who stole your mortality,” wept the old woman. The agony of Meara’s presence ended her ancient, frail life. She’d left money on an antique chest of drawers. “Thank you old mother, I will kill him,” Meara whispered as she walked out of the cottage.

The bird cried again, and its screech stirred the vampiress all the way to the empty place that once housed her soul. She knew loneliness. Every day that she remained parted from Stern was almost unbearable.

“I’m coming for you Stern,” her words floated over the Atlantic as she gazed out towards her destination.  “I’m all grownup, not the scared immigrant girl you destroyed, a modern woman. A vampire diva who’s not afraid to get a little blood on her hands, as long as it’s yours lover.”