taking my last piece to a morning after of sorts: The Fledgling

After about a week, Munch decides that being a vampire is a pretty sweet gig. It takes that long because he spends the first few days weak and disoriented with his sense of time all fucked up. It reminds him of nothing so much as those days after the shooting, when he was living on old coffee, whatever alcohol he could smuggle in, and junk from the vending machine across the hall from Stan's room. Waking and sleeping kind of blend together and he neither knows nor cares what day it is. -more-

He has a wound on his left hand that hasn't healed yet, which he discovers when some comely minion brings him his first...feed(He can't say "blood" yet...that reminds him of the shooting too.) "Ow! Watch the digits, babe! Have you been sampling the produce or something?"
"You don't remember?"
"No...hence the asking. What?"

"I'd best leave that for Mistress Darla to explain."
"No...I think you'd better tell me now." And he tried to look imposing, which was hard to do, flat on his back, even if, all told, he enjoyed that position very much. But some of his squadroom technique must translate, because the woman explains. "You crawled out of your own grave."
And as crazy as it is, his next thought is "That's great, John. You finally have a transforming experience and you don't remember any of it." He hopes his brother got an eyeful.

Sooo... any Alias people out there willing to eyeball the Arvin/Jack? It's not very smutty, but I made a friend read it who isn't terribly familiar with Alias, and she claimed it made her need to scrub her brain.

t beams

Shrift!!! I can't read it tonight. I'm doped to the gills, but I could read it first thing in the morning, pretty please? My profile address is peachy.

Insent, Deena, and thanks.

shrift, I'm checking e-mail occasionally too, if you want to send it on.

shrift, I'm checking e-mail occasionally too

t bounces

Insent, then. And please don't hurt me.

erika, post-vamp Munch?

There's a nice echo of "Salem's Lot" in there. The disorientation.

Shrift, insent. You've got a pretty, evil brain. I like it.

Never read it. I was still in my "Omigawd, Steven King?! Read a real book sometime." phase. Which I didn't lose till "Shawshank". There was a rant and everything...I hated to see it go...but I had to give him props...if a white girl from Glendale could give props. I still can't believe I wrote Vamp!Munch...it disturbs me, but one book I read told me that that means you're on to something. I have to know what happens too, but maybe...sniff.