"Don't be tiresome," she said crossly. "it's all the same."
"Then you won't mind if I skip that guy then."
"OK, he's a bank president with a broken security system."
We ate him, of course. I told myself I was tasting every fine thing he'd eaten in his junior bourgeois lifetime, and scoring a victory for the exploited people at the bank. Blood for blood's sake didn't move me like I expected. But I loved to watch the princess get excited. She was all over it, and if I can brag for a second, all over me. She fed me warm blood from his arteries with her own delicate fingers. She screamed my name. Twice. With a history like hers, that's got to mean something, right? I could be getting Francis Drake's sloppy seconds, generations removed. I couldn't decide if that was arousing or the most disgusting thought I'd ever had...so I put it out of my mind, for the moment. Our conversations still needed a little work. -more-

That's too cool, Erika. How hilariously funny.

Also, insent.

"Do you ever wonder what the point of an unlife is?" I asked her "I mean, we feed, we fuck(which by the way is incredible and blows my undead mind every time, in case you're wondering) but is that it?"
"You're forgetting the houses and the minions," Darla said. Sometimes you could strip away the fangs and she was like the rich girls at my high school.
"Anything else?"
"We could cut a swath through Europe...That's always fun."
"I do not come from people who cut swaths in Europe...my people got swathed in Europe."
A couple of times, on what would be work nights, I almost called Kay. We kept the same hours at least half the time."Where the hell are you?" I could imagine her saying.
But what would I say? That "what?" would be a better question? What would she do? Scream? Or tell me to get my bloodsucker ass back to Balmer where it belonged? You could never tell with Kay. But I'd dial half the number, then stop.

(giggles)

Deena! What I need help wording is a challenge for stories inspired by the Coventry Carol.

Lullay, thou little tiny child,
By, by, lullay, lullay
Lullay, thou little tiny child,
By, by, lullay, lullay.

O sisters too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day,
This poor youngling for whom we sing,
By, by, lullay, lullay.

Herod the king in his ragin,
Charged he hath this day,
His men of night, in his own sight,
All children young to stay.

Then woe is me, poor child, for thee,
And ever mourn and say,
For thy parting not say, nor sing,
By, by, lullay, lullay.

Doesn't this inspire you to mayhem? The challenge: Write 1k words based on the Coventry Carol. Your choice of pairing. Excess schmoop will result in a contract being put out on your typing fingers.

I am, perhaps, being a little too funny. What is it you actually want to end up with?

I've been listening to the song on repeat since yesterday (Advent tradition for me), and find it both depressing and inspiring. I think it would make for good depressing holiday based fic.

I'm not sure how to word that for a challenge.

Thanks, Plei. I was feeling that the expletive was a bit much first thing in the AM, but it is Munch...

Thanks, Plei. I was feeling that the expletive was a bit much first thing in the AM, but it is Munch...

'Xactly!

It could inspire dark fic very well... makes me want to write one, anyway.

I'd include the words to the carol, and a link to the music online, if I could find it, and then say something like:

The Coventry Carol commemorates the murders of all the babies in Bethlehem when Herod attempted to kill the messiah and subvert the prophecy.

and then tell them how many words and what kind of fic you were looking for... something about exploring the demons in relation to the song. blah blah.. I dunno, something like that.