Monday Maunderings.

No, I haven't forgotten. I've been...busy. Yeah. Anyway, I've been thinking about putting these things back on Saturdays. Thoughts?

Seeing as I'm not posting these in any kind of order whatsoever, I suppose I'll toss you a bone and tell you that this scene takes place while Ben is still in prison, not too long after this little incident put him back in the lab, strapped to a table with needles in his arms and harvesting his blood, for good. And, go:

Perez stood there for a few seconds, breathing, which struck Ben as almost funny--the fact that a vampire who didn't need to breathe was doing so, while Ben struggled for air, tickled his sense of irony. Ben waited to feel the snapcrunch that meant his jaw had broken, but it didn't come. Perez released him with a not-gentle slap to each cheek. "Frigging wolves. Nothing but trouble. How is he, Jensen? He looks like shit."

"He's having a really bad reaction to the wolfsbane this time," Jensen said from behind Ben's head. "Honestly, Perez, can't we just put him down?"

"No, we can't. Certain people on the Council want to make an example out of him, so he gets to die slow. Congratulations, wolf, you managed to piss off a couple of people who count more than I do."

"Sorry," Ben tried to say through the gag.

Perez's lips tightened, and he took the thing off. "You want to talk?"

Ben's mouth and throat were dry, and he took a few tries before he was able to speak. "This is no picnic...for me either." He barely recognized his own voice. He still couldn't breathe.

"Don't you dare ask for her."

"God, no. Fuck you, man...for even thinking...I'd want her to see me...like this."

"Never liked you."

"Not too fond...of you either." The effort of making conversation sent him into a coughing spasm, and he tasted blood and wolfsbane toxins.

You know, I really got quite fond of Perez while writing this. He turned into a decent contagonist.

Monday Maunderings.

No, I haven't forgotten. I've been...busy. Yeah. Anyway, I've been thinking about putting these things back on Saturdays. Thoughts?

Seeing as I'm not posting these in any kind of order whatsoever, I suppose I'll toss you a bone and tell you that this scene takes place while Ben is still in prison, not too long after this little incident put him back in the lab, strapped to a table with needles in his arms and harvesting his blood, for good. And, go:

Perez stood there for a few seconds, breathing, which struck Ben as almost funny--the fact that a vampire who didn't need to breathe was doing so, while Ben struggled for air, tickled his sense of irony. Ben waited to feel the snapcrunch that meant his jaw had broken, but it didn't come. Perez released him with a not-gentle slap to each cheek. "Frigging wolves. Nothing but trouble. How is he, Jensen? He looks like shit."

"He's having a really bad reaction to the wolfsbane this time," Jensen said from behind Ben's head. "Honestly, Perez, can't we just put him down?"

"No, we can't. Certain people on the Council want to make an example out of him, so he gets to die slow. Congratulations, wolf, you managed to piss off a couple of people who count more than I do."

"Sorry," Ben tried to say through the gag.

Perez's lips tightened, and he took the thing off. "You want to talk?"

Ben's mouth and throat were dry, and he took a few tries before he was able to speak. "This is no picnic...for me either." He barely recognized his own voice. He still couldn't breathe.

"Don't you dare ask for her."

"God, no. Fuck you, man...for even thinking...I'd want her to see me...like this."

"Never liked you."

"Not too fond...of you either." The effort of making conversation sent him into a coughing spasm, and he tasted blood and wolfsbane toxins.

You know, I really got quite fond of Perez while writing this. He turned into a decent contagonist.

It is very nice...

on occasion, to receive affirmation that my writing does not suck.

I have received that affirmation today. I have to be cryptic, because I was asked not to publicize it all over the internet, so I'm not going to say which story or which publication. Suffice to say that I'm doing the Dance of Joy (in a restrained manner). More news when I get it...

It is very nice...

on occasion, to receive affirmation that my writing does not suck.

I have received that affirmation today. I have to be cryptic, because I was asked not to publicize it all over the internet, so I'm not going to say which story or which publication. Suffice to say that I'm doing the Dance of Joy (in a restrained manner). More news when I get it...