Post by arielle on Jan 14, 2008 22:54:25 GMT -5
Arielle shifted through the mob of people with a soft grace. She had once been clumsy, but that had been when she was human, before the incident that now haunted the dreams of her sleeping hours. Now she seemed to float effortlessly as she walked. It was an annoyance. She hated everything about her new life. Scents of cigarettes and cheep beer hung in the air. Once, she had loved these 'Human Rights' festivals. The bands, the public speakers, and even the religious fanatics that hung to the corners and tried to preach on the sins that you were committing by being there. One man had stopped her and asked her if she knew Jesus. Apparently, he was the only way to go. She laughed now, thinking of it. If he only knew what she was. She was damned, she was a monster, she was neither here nor there. Arielle Dillard, along with every other vampire, was nothing more than a rock. They weren't living, they were just there.
She recognized the band from a HRF in her hometown in Athens, Georgia. They were called 4 inch 9 and they blasted out album after album of very political crap. Crap was exactly what it was. Humans have no control or rights. Look what happened to her. They were all the same piece of cloth waiting to be cut and folded and made into more crap. She scoffed. Who did they think they were anyway?
As much as she hated it, the truth was that she was here just to be around living people. She had been a vampire for almost a year now traveling here and there trying to run and hide from what she was not, but in the end the urge was too great to resist. People brushed by her left and right, yet she could feel no warmth from their bodies. Hippies, Goths, Emo's, there were even a few preppy wannabes in the crowd, all forgetting their images and folding in together like decks of mis-matched cards and yet she fit in with no one. She hated them. She hated their pink cheeks that where pinched from the chill, she hated their sniffles and coughs. Those were signs that they were living. A brutal reminded of what she was not. Living.
She growled to herself and lit a cigarette. Standing there, in front of the stage listening to Anti-Bush musical banter she closed her eyes. The people around her, cheering and screaming were slowly fading away. The tiny group of grungy youth attempting a mosh pit stopped in mid air. For one moment she could feel the sun. Someone was there with her, tracing her arm. She could almost feel it. Almost....A smelly mass of life crashed into her, spiraling her out of her short-lived fantasy. She landed on the cold, damp asphalt. Instead of moving she laid there. Maybe if she was trampled by these hypocrites she would die, maybe vampires were not immortal. If not, maybe she would snag the careless mosher later and rip his throat out.
She closed her eyes waiting for the nothing that she knew would follow.