SpiteFic: Sokushinbutsu
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twispiteficTitle: Sokushinbutsu
Author: albion_witch
Rating: PG
Word Count: 710
Inspiration: Various comments made during the sporking of The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner
Summary: A brief look at the thoughts of a vampire called Freaky Fred.
Pain is an illusion as some students of the Buddha would say.
Hunger is a rather persistent illusion these days. So much so, it gets very hard for me to keep myself from breaking the wall open and going out to hunt.
No, I’ll keep sitting here until I get my answers or I die.
I wouldn’t mind either one.
I miss broccoli.
No, really I do. When I went over to my mom’s for dinner, she made broccoli. Maddie would pass me hers and I’d eat them in my salad. My mom and I argued about a lot of things, but she liked it that I ate my vegetables without a fuss. The twins thought it was hilarious when I let out a fart after dinner.
There’s a photo in my wallet. I had my huge coke-bottle glasses and braces then when I was dog piled by three crazy little girls.
Three wonderful, crazy little girls who wanted to go whale-watching with me someday.
I was at a bookstore in the mall. I bought one of those DK books about ocean life and I was gonna give it to Maddie the next time I came to visit. I was walking to my car and I dropped my keys.
I didn’t see them coming. Not until before they broke my legs and dragged me away.
I was so hungry when I woke up. The one called Riley led me and a bunch of kids to an apartment complex in a bad part of town. Most of the tenants were asleep. Husbands and wives cradled each other in bed, while mothers were coaxing their children back their own rooms. We descended upon them like rabid dogs. The blonde woman cried as I ripped into her partner’s neck and lapped up his rich hot blood before turning on her.
I wanted to cry too, but I was so hungry.
There was a little one in the group. She reminded me of Maddie. She gave me books and liked playing poker. She also liked killing people like the rest of the group. She killed five people one evening before her hunger was sated. It would have been unfair for her if she did leave with me and I wouldn’t let her hunt. I probably would have ended up killing her just to stop her suffering.
We both knew all of us were being led to our deaths. I asked her to come with me, but she was waiting for a friend. Maybe she knew that he was already dead but didn’t want to believe it. I ran all the way to Vancouver and waited.
I didn’t have to go back to know that she was dead.
I saw my funeral from a distant tree. I wanted to run up to Mom, Dad, Maddie, and the twins and hug them to stop their crying.
No, I couldn’t that to them, me being the way I am.
I read up on the innocents lost to my terrible hunger (the blonde woman had two kids) and left flowers on their graves and the front steps of those they left behind before morning broke. I found others like me. Many of them murdered people and some had their fill of animal blood, but none of them could tell me why we are the way we are.
I swam down to the Mariana Trench to see the great beasts that thrived in the dark, climbed up Mount McKinley and Everest through raging storms, and wandered through Death Valley barefooted.
Now all I want to do is rest.
Even with my hunger, I repulse everybody away from my cave, my power at full blast. I even built up a wall of rocks, fallen trees, and whatever I could get my hands on. I don’t have a watch, so I can’t really tell how long I’ve been in here. I do remember that it snowed thirty times since then and it’ll snow thirty or forty more times before that wall comes down. Maybe I’ll starve to death or turn to stone and erode away if I keep still long enough. Maybe I’ll be reborn as a human again. I’d like that. Or achieve Enlightenment through my pain and disappear for good.
That would be awesome.
Author: albion_witch
Rating: PG
Word Count: 710
Inspiration: Various comments made during the sporking of The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner
Summary: A brief look at the thoughts of a vampire called Freaky Fred.
Pain is an illusion as some students of the Buddha would say.
Hunger is a rather persistent illusion these days. So much so, it gets very hard for me to keep myself from breaking the wall open and going out to hunt.
No, I’ll keep sitting here until I get my answers or I die.
I wouldn’t mind either one.
I miss broccoli.
No, really I do. When I went over to my mom’s for dinner, she made broccoli. Maddie would pass me hers and I’d eat them in my salad. My mom and I argued about a lot of things, but she liked it that I ate my vegetables without a fuss. The twins thought it was hilarious when I let out a fart after dinner.
There’s a photo in my wallet. I had my huge coke-bottle glasses and braces then when I was dog piled by three crazy little girls.
Three wonderful, crazy little girls who wanted to go whale-watching with me someday.
I was at a bookstore in the mall. I bought one of those DK books about ocean life and I was gonna give it to Maddie the next time I came to visit. I was walking to my car and I dropped my keys.
I didn’t see them coming. Not until before they broke my legs and dragged me away.
I was so hungry when I woke up. The one called Riley led me and a bunch of kids to an apartment complex in a bad part of town. Most of the tenants were asleep. Husbands and wives cradled each other in bed, while mothers were coaxing their children back their own rooms. We descended upon them like rabid dogs. The blonde woman cried as I ripped into her partner’s neck and lapped up his rich hot blood before turning on her.
I wanted to cry too, but I was so hungry.
There was a little one in the group. She reminded me of Maddie. She gave me books and liked playing poker. She also liked killing people like the rest of the group. She killed five people one evening before her hunger was sated. It would have been unfair for her if she did leave with me and I wouldn’t let her hunt. I probably would have ended up killing her just to stop her suffering.
We both knew all of us were being led to our deaths. I asked her to come with me, but she was waiting for a friend. Maybe she knew that he was already dead but didn’t want to believe it. I ran all the way to Vancouver and waited.
I didn’t have to go back to know that she was dead.
I saw my funeral from a distant tree. I wanted to run up to Mom, Dad, Maddie, and the twins and hug them to stop their crying.
No, I couldn’t that to them, me being the way I am.
I read up on the innocents lost to my terrible hunger (the blonde woman had two kids) and left flowers on their graves and the front steps of those they left behind before morning broke. I found others like me. Many of them murdered people and some had their fill of animal blood, but none of them could tell me why we are the way we are.
I swam down to the Mariana Trench to see the great beasts that thrived in the dark, climbed up Mount McKinley and Everest through raging storms, and wandered through Death Valley barefooted.
Now all I want to do is rest.
Even with my hunger, I repulse everybody away from my cave, my power at full blast. I even built up a wall of rocks, fallen trees, and whatever I could get my hands on. I don’t have a watch, so I can’t really tell how long I’ve been in here. I do remember that it snowed thirty times since then and it’ll snow thirty or forty more times before that wall comes down. Maybe I’ll starve to death or turn to stone and erode away if I keep still long enough. Maybe I’ll be reborn as a human again. I’d like that. Or achieve Enlightenment through my pain and disappear for good.
That would be awesome.
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Date: 2012-08-06 01:01 am (UTC)It's sad when you have to lower your standards to "he only killed the one family" to get a heroic character in this series.
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Date: 2012-08-06 08:59 am (UTC)...Not that I had much to choose from, though.
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Date: 2012-08-06 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-08 06:28 pm (UTC)...Meyer, why is it you write such sympathetic characters on ACCIDENT and such horrible, MONSTROUS characters on purpose?
A wonderful fic, and a good look into Freaky Fred's mind. -Applauds-