Slightly more cheerful

Reece is back :)

I am a happy vampire.

Also, the revision of Hybrid is turning out to be brutal but totally worth it. It's going to be darker and hopefully more epic.

I had my first shift as a supervisor today. It was loads of fun. I like having power.

Sick, sick, sick.

I promise, the pills won't kill me. They're just Strepsils - throat lozenges. Even if I was planning to OD on them, I would probably have to eat a million of the damn things. And I don't like them that much.

I am feeling sick. I think it's just exhaustion and my current depression isn't helping. I've worked every day this week and I'm dead on my feet. I think I'm getting another cold. I feel like crap. I haven't eaten dinner - I made myself soup but the smell alone made me want to throw up.

Oh, and after the excitement *cough* of last night and losing Hybrid, I have managed to mostly fix it and am now going on a revision binge. It has been... an hour and a half. In that time, I have revamped the prologue.

I have tomorrow off, so I will be online all day and I am really in need of that time to relax. Seriously, I need to sit on my ass for a day and not have to talk to customers. Seeing as I still have two shifts left this week - six hours on Friday and 10.5 on Saturday.

Dead.

Kill me now.

No, really.

Kill me now.

I'm a moron.

I think I lost my only complete version of Hybrid.

You must now kill me before I lose anything else.

A Linky :)

Well, nifty stalkers, I must say - I'm flattered by the comments on my No-Kiss post. Y'all seem to want to read Hybrid!

So, I am going to pander to this whim (and get myself a wider readership in the process) and post a linky to my dear, darling, horrid novel which has a home on WDC. It's almost an entirely up-to-date version. I have a little more and some variations on my personal WIP-copy, but nothing that will impede reading. You should notice some differences in the no-kiss scene with Damien :)

For the record, I love the name 'Damien'. Ever since I saw The Omen, I have adored that name. It's just... so... sexy.

So, my plan for the night is to write for a bit, then watch Nightmare Before Christmas. I feel that having never seen it is a grave oversight on my part, especially considering how much I love Tim Burton's style.

Work has been boring. My first official training shift for supervisor will be next Saturday 7am-5:30pm. I think this may kill me.

No-Kiss Blogfest

Something cold touched my cheek. My eyes fluttered open; Damien was standing over me, water dripping from his fingertips onto my face. I blinked and prayed that his filthy, erotic smirk would go away.

It didn’t.

“Fuck.”

Damien laughed at me. “Hello to you, too.”

His features were exactly the way I remembered it; brown hair and eyes so blue it hurt to look at them. The eyes of a Fire Elemental. He was taller than Thomas, leaner and somehow wilder than his half-brother. Damien was dressed in full black; the same buckled, punk-style outfit he’d worn the night he almost killed me.

God, I wanted him. He made my skin crawl, at times, but I wanted him. It was an electric feeling totally out of my control, and it made me hate myself. I hated Damien, I wanted him dead, but I wanted to screw him first. I could only assume it was the demon in me latching onto her natural lusty ways.

Damien crouched beside me, still smirking. It took me a moment to realise that I was lying in a shallow pool of water. It was just enough to keep me powerless as Damien held me down with his part of Mind.

He stroked my cheek and laughed as I cringed back from the connection.

“Saf, you’ve done an incredible thing. Cleared the way for you to take over everything . . . it’s fantastic. But is there room in your new world order for a little guilty pleasure?”

My eyes narrowed. “Where’s Thomas?”

“Tommy boy is otherwise occupied.”

I snarled. “Don't give me that shit, Damien. My new world order involves parading your fresh corpse through the streets of Dublin.”

Damien laughed and let a tongue of fire caress his forearm. I stared at the shadows it created on his skin.

“Why are you wasting your time with him? He’s just a kid, Saf. You and I . . . girl, we could achieve so much more. The ultimate alliance.”

I forced myself to drag my eyes away from the fire at his fingertips.

“I don’t have to explain anything to you. You were only ever a pawn, Damien. Now let me go before I get really angry.”

Damien laughed again and offered me his hand. I took it and let him help me up.

The moment I was back on my feet, I pulled him closer, pressing my body against his. It felt alien, like I didn’t belong there. The lust I had felt disappeared into the depths of my too-quiet mind.

Jake, you little shit, where are you?

“I waste my time with Thomas because his connections are better than yours, Damien. Jonathan Greer actually accepts him as his son. You, obviously, do not have the same privilege. What use to me is a political nobody, a fiery little punk nursing a few old wounds? You are just a pawn, my dear, and now you are in the mirror-world you belong in, surrounded by the faces of your soul. And anyway,” I said, “Thomas is much better in bed.”

Damien’s hands tightened on my waist. A tic started in his jaw. I smirked at him.

“You don’t know that,” he murmured as he reined his anger in. He traced a light line down the side of my face, coming to rest on my lower lip. A small part of me was repulsed; a larger part wanted to let this go too far. The two parts of my mind – logic and lust – warred silently as Damien leaned down towards me. His mouth brushed lightly against mine.

I sank my fingernails into his back and he jerked away. And with that, I fell backwards into the molten mirror that awaited me, Damien’s face a mask of shock.

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That be my no-kiss scene. Hope you all enjoyed it :P

In other news, I bought myself some new headphones. Biiiiig ones. Retro ones. The sound... seriously, I think my ears died and went to Heaven. It's EPIC.

My New Year's Eve was crap. I had a breakdown and was in bed by ten, and cried myself to sleep. Welcome to my world.