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A very special message
2024.05.10 09:42 Top-Advantage-4497 A very special message
I have a super important request. This is because I'm strongly against social media and can't do it myself. As a huge fan of The Wiggles and as an 18 year old, I want anyone who is willing to do this, to pass on a message to The Wiggles. This is for all of them so, the OGSs (Greg, Murray, Jeff Anthony) the Currents (Lachy, Simon, Tsehay, Caterina, John, Evie, Lucia) and Sam and Emma. Here's the message.
"Dear The Wiggles, so Anthony, Greg, Murray, Jeff, Lachy, Simon, Tsehay, Caterina, John, Evie, Lucia, Sam and Emma. I imagine you all get this quite a lot but you guys have been an amazing amazing part of my childhood as well as some of my adulthood. As a young kid who has suffered from five years of depression, your music and positivity is one of the things that has helped me. I want to thank every single one of you for everything, especially the good times in helping me escape any dark thoughts I have. You all rock and are incredible. I wish to meet you all someday and I hope we can make it possible. I love every single one of your songs as a young fan, you guys are amazing, incredible and awesome! I hope this message gets passed onto you guys! Thank you so much for the amazing childhood and for the help! From Liam."
So yeah if anyone could help me out in spreading this message to The Wiggles, that would be awesome. And yes I do have help in case anyone asks, I'm seeing a pyschiatrist monthly and I'm on medication.
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"Dear The Wiggles, so Anthony, Greg, Murray, Jeff, Lachy, Simon, Tsehay, Caterina, John, Evie, Lucia, Sam and Emma. I imagine you all get this quite a lot but you guys have been an amazing amazing part of my childhood as well as some of my adulthood. As a young kid who has suffered from five years of depression, your music and positivity is one of the things that has helped me. I want to thank every single one of you for everything, especially the good times in helping me escape any dark thoughts I have. You all rock and are incredible. I wish to meet you all someday and I hope we can make it possible. I love every single one of your songs as a young fan, you guys are amazing, incredible and awesome! I hope this message gets passed onto you guys! Thank you so much for the amazing childhood and for the help! From Liam."
So yeah if anyone could help me out in spreading this message to The Wiggles, that would be awesome. And yes I do have help in case anyone asks, I'm seeing a pyschiatrist monthly and I'm on medication.
2024.05.02 07:19 abjinternational Caterina Mete, the Red Wiggle, opens up about her IVF journey and motherhood as a single parent - sharing honest reactions from other mothers
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2024.04.13 13:18 abjinternational Single mum Red Wiggle Caterina Mete opens up about challenging IVF journey without a partner
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2024.03.23 02:56 PuNaNi007-2022 I was called out by the Wiggles
 | I went to the Wiggles Groove tour yesterday in Chatswood. My 17 month old daughter Nalani was dressed as Emma Wiggle and I had a purple shirt in that said, “I’m just here for John” and at the end of the concert Caterina said, “there’s a lady over there with a shirt that says, “I’m here for John” and John bowed (big deal for me as a fellow half Filipino) and Anthony said “we’re all here for John” 🤣🤣 submitted by PuNaNi007-2022 to wiggles [link] [comments] My daughter who is a massive fan sat still the whole time just watching. I was mega fan girling as an OG fan. So exciting! That is all 🥰 here’s a pic of me and my daughter in our gear |
2024.03.22 02:20 wponeck Question about the Bouncing Balls video
In addition to their usual outfits, the Wiggles are seen wearing various costumes as well. What is Caterina supposed to be dressed as?
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2024.03.20 12:31 Direct_Bridge9709 Shadows and red
The blood is warm as it flows into my mouth and down my throat. It washes over my tongue, and I savor the full taste and experience of my prey. It covers all of my taste buds and I find myself falling into feral ecstasy. A father. Out and about with his mistress. I taste the zest of fear in the stream and realize how I screwed up the kill. It always tasted better when they least expected it, when they didn’t know that this would be the final night of their pathetic, short lives. I feel a grip on my shoulder.
“Hurry” I hear her say.
I shrug her hand off and continue my meal. I then hear her voice next to my ear.
“That’s enough.” Her voice has some bite to it, enough for me to realize that the fun is over, and it was time to go.
I place my hand on the top of his head, get a solid grip, and then twist my wrist. His life ends with a wet snap and the light leaves his eyes.
I stand naked in front of the mirror. My muscles coil and ripple as I flex them as my body contorts at will, my skin is milky white, without blemish or freckle. My teeth and claws are sharp enough to cut through any material, and I take a gander into my eyes. Two pits of absolute darkness. I am perfect. The culmination of thousands of years of evolution into the ultimate hunter. The apex predator. It is with sadness that I have to pervert this perfection in order to blend in with the welp that have the audacity to claim rule of this planet. I begin to change in order to continue blending in with these vermin. My skin begins to darken until I stop glowing, and I become a more human shade. My teeth begin to fall out as the molars and incisors push them from my mouth and my smile grows into something that can disarm them. My pupils shrink and are then surrounded by a red ring as the iris grows. The final touch is the hair. I feel it itch and then burn across my scalp. A carpet of Jet-black grows across my head in a matter of minutes. While I find the human form absolutely revolting, to them I am irresistible, akin to something that could be found in one of their Hollywood movies. It makes the hunt easier in the modern age. It causes a sense of melancholy for me. In the old times I never needed to change for them. They came on their quests to come and slay the horrid beasts that inhabited their lands and didn’t fear death. Their twisted sense of honor and duty made them easy and, at some points, fun. Some of them put up a mighty fight. Even when it ended the same way every time, it still made me want. No longer. There are no warriors that are eager to prove themselves against a true challenge in the name of their kings or gods. Now I have to work. Now the human chattel must be lured, put at ease, and then slaughtered.
I hear the door creak.
“That’s new.” She says as she presses her body onto my back and wraps her arms around me.
“Which part.” I ask as I grab her arms and pull her closer to me.
“The hair” she says, as she runs her hands along my shoulders and up my neck.
In the millennia that I’ve known her, I have learned to love her. I have learned to hate her. I have learned to live. I have learned to die. I have learned what it means to be perfect. I have learned what it means to be truly flawed.
She is my master. Every time she touches me, for a brief moment I am taken back to the square where I first met her, and she tied me to her as her servant.
I’m lying on my back. The hole in my stomach has grown numb as the cold begins to take me. I look over to see the broken arrow in my left shoulder. I look to the sky and see the smoke billow into the clouds as the birds flee. I can hear the muffled voices of the wounded and dying around me, the distant clangs of swords, the heavy crashes of iron on wood, as it splinters as the axe’s crash into shields and men. I try to pray but my mind has become clouded with fog as I realize that my pleas for heaven would fall on deaf ears. I wiggle my fingers and am pleasantly surprised that I can still move them. I try and lift my arms. Agony fills my being, but it is an agony that I can bear as I crawl towards a pillar so that I can see some form of spectacle before I meet my end. I sit up and look at the sight. The fall of my home, what you would know as Constantinople. I see a man standing on top of a barricade waving the imperial banner, only for him to be cut down by the invaders. Men, Women, and Children run amok, trying to escape the anarchy only to be hacked apart or captured. Nobody understood what was happening or why it was happening. We had weathered the Saracen storm for centuries. A bullwork against the Sultan attempting to make his invasion into the north. These men weren’t Saracens. They were Christians. I still don’t understand. I wasn’t of noble birth; therefore, I wasn’t entitled to ask questions on the matter, nor was I smart enough to understand the political ambitions of the powerful. Centuries later I would read why they destroyed my home. It was the nature of humans. Greed would always lead to bloodshed throughout the course of their circular history. In that moment I understood what failure looked like in its most complete form. I had failed to protect what I had sworn my life to. Everything I knew and loved was lost in a night, and in those final moments I felt truly empty. That’s when I saw her for the first time. Walking through the carnage as if she were out for a stroll to the market. The invaders run past her, as if she wasn’t even there. It was then she meets my eyes. Even though we are separated by the square, the bodies, and the fires, I can still feel those eyes, The red rings, swallowed as her pupils grow and become black as tar, drilling into my soul, analyzing everything I had ever done and everything that I was going to do. She begins to walk towards me, flowing through the scene like a specter, the same bored smile cresting her face that would never leave as long as I’ve known her. The smile is terrifying, as her seemingly perfect teeth grow into jagged white fangs. She sits next to me like a child who wants to play a game.
“Hello.” I hear her say, her voice clear as if I could hear it in my head.
I try to speak but I realize that my mouth is filled with blood and the only sound I can make is a wet cough and a wheeze. I don’t know why but I reach my hand out, and to my surprise she takes it and lets it rest in her lap.
“Do you want to live?” I hear her speak again, as she gently caresses my hand.
“Y-Yes.” I manage to choke out. My throat is dry, and it is difficult to speak.
She turns to face me. Her black eyes are reflective pits, and her face wears a look of amusement as she licks each and every one of her fangs.
“And what would you be willing to do to live through this.” Her voice has changed. It is now something more primal, wild, and evil.
“Anything” I say, as the black spots in my vision begin to grow and cover my sight. I can feel the cold spread over my body.
“Very well.” She says as I feel her cover my body and her teeth finding a home in my neck.
Even after a thousand years, the wound feels as fresh as the day she gave it to me. I stand there and I feel her grip tighten as she hugs me and runs her hands over my chest.
“You’ve been getting more audacious.” she says releasing me and placing her hand on the small of my back. I find myself unable to formulate a response as I lose control of my body. Not again. Please don’t let it happen again. I’m pushed to my knees by a weight that is so heavy it feels like my bones are about to turn to powder. She stands above me, placing a clawed finger under my chin and bringing my eyes to meet hers, she hasn’t changed them back, the black holes continue to swallow me. I feel her cut into my skin as I struggle to keep my head up.
“Rember what you are.” She says as I begin to grunt under the pressure.
“You are mine. You do what I bid. Don’t think because we’ve been attached to each other for all this time that I will hesitate to put you down.” She continues, As the pressure increases, and I feel her claw digging into my throat.
“I-“I manage to clench out as my newly grown teeth begin to break from the strain.
“You?” She says, her empty face briefly crosses with curiosity.
“I understand.” I whisper. I can feel my shoulders begin to dislocate and my clavicle turn inward as I am driven against the hard stone floor.
Her eyes soften and I feel the pressure relent.
“Oh, you know I can’t hurt you when you look at me like that” she says as she drifts to her knees and puts her face inches from mine. I stare back at her, trying to mask the hatred in my heart.
“I just don’t think you understand how much I care for you is all. When I tell you that its time to leave, then we leave. It isn’t up for discussion, argument, or debate. One day you will understand, but until then I have to keep you under the yoke.”
She cups her face with my hands, and I see the black begin to shrink and the red circles trace around her pupils. She kisses me deeply, stands, and then leaves me on my knees. I begin to regain feeling in my limbs, and the bones and tendons snap back into place. It is then when I am filled with emotion that I have learned all too well throughout my time. Hate. I hate her. I hate being her puppet, her slave, and I make myself a promise. Should the opportunity present itself, I shall be the one to take her life.
I leave the bathroom and join her again in the common area.
“There is a tribunal tomorrow night.” She says glancing up from her phone to look at me. She’s transferred back into human form, and looks completely unimposing, her short and petite physique, complete with her dark red hair, something that would disarm even the most veteran hunter. She’s used the trick before on hunts, using her seduction and other subtle skills to her advantage. I on the other hand prefer the more direct approach. While I’ve used my fair share of the more devious methods to secure a meal, there is something inside me that feels so right about watching these worms realize how weak they truly are before meeting their end at my hands.
“That’s strange, this is the 2nd one this year.” I say, as I make my way over to the alcohol pantry and begin to make myself a drink. I decide on the Bowmore and begin to pour 2 glasses.
“Yes, I want you present as well, they’re calling in everyone from this side of the country.” She says, taking the glass and having a sip. I take a swig from mine. Say what you will about the humans, they know how to make some damn fine liquor.
“Any idea what its about?” I ask, finishing the drink and pouring another.
“I think it’s the rise of hunter activity on the east coast.”
“Oh no, a bunch of humans running around with crosses trying to vanquish the demons that haunt their villages.” I say, sarcastically placing my hands over my chest.
“As amusing as I find it, its in response to the attacks in the west, they managed to burn down a whole community in New Mexico, the Californians are also getting more exposure in their response to these attacks.”
“I’m still confused as to what that has to do with us.”
“I assume its for another call for clan unification, as unlikely as that is.”
I snort a laugh. A call for unification wasn’t just unlikely. It was impossible. The western clans made that clear after the war, killing over a hundred eastern vampires in Mississippi. While we made peace and 20 years have passed, there is still no love lost between the 2 sides.
“Either way, we’ve been called to attend, and I’ll need you there in case things get… messy.” She says, caressing my cheek.
You would think that the meeting of the most powerful trueborn vampires in the United States would be in a location with more Panache, and you would be dead wrong. The cliché of meeting in a castle or a mansion was actually an ingenuous play in order to keep the humans in the dark of our truer nature. Instead, we meet in the woods, the swamps, the caves, and tunnels. The places where they don’t think the powerful lurk.
We step onto the porch of the cabin and open the door. From there we are greeted by two thralls carrying assault rifles.
“Identification ma’am.” One says, not moving from his post.
She opens her hand and draws a line across it, which opens a thin cut in her palm. She then places her hand over his and lets a few drops of blood fall. He licks his hand clean and then grows very wary.
“Apologies Mistress. We can’t be too careful nowadays.” He says with a slight bow.
“I understand, but please try not to take up anymore of our time, we are in a bit of a hurry.” She says as she licks her hand, the wound healing almost instantly.
They step aside and we make our way to the cave entrance. Its barely wide enough for me to stand, let alone walk, and so we are forced to stoop.
We make our way through the cave system, weaving in and out of passages and underground river systems. The cave system finally opens to the pit, a mass cavernous space, and in the center, a circle filled with the council. On the far wall of the cavern stands the tower, and carved in stone, the hierarchy. At the top a full set of teeth, symbolizing “true born”, vampires who were born of two vampires. Underneath, a set of 6 teeth, my class, “Rivka”, were taken by a true vampire. Below that is the set of 2 teeth “Thralls”, mindless beasts controlled by their hunger and the boot of the hierarchy.
She stands at the edge of the circle, joined by the 3 other true bloods, behind them stand their Rivka and Thrall bodyguards, heavily armed and wearily analyzing each other. While it was discouraged for a fight to break out in these meetings, it wasn’t uncommon that blood would be shed between Rival parties. The other true bloods brought dozens of their soldiers, each with centuries of experience in combat, while I stand alone at my masters side.
“They’ve been getting more brazen, we had them at our mercy not even a decade ago”- An ancient voice rasps from under a Jet-black hood from the far side of the circle.
“That’s always been your problem Bogdan, you’ve become so blinded by your own influence that you can’t conceive of the mud born acting on their own.” Another says, annoyance clearly reflected in her tone.
“Of course, you’re terrified of the vermin Isabelle, you were forced out of Spain centuries ago, while I never let them get so powerful.” Bogdan says, hacking out a laugh that sounds like steel over a whetstone.
“Watch your tone Veneti, before I remove your tongue.” Isabella says, rising to her feet.
“Claim it, it will be the last thing you try to do.” As Bogdan spreads his arms and his claws begin to grow on the tips of his fingers.
I hear growls, the cocking of firearms, and the drawing of swords and knives as the Rival entourages prepare for a fight. They begin to shed their human facades, and change, turning into monsters in a matter of seconds. I step in front my master and draw my own weapons, my gladius and H and K. I flip the safety off, and time begins to slow down. I feel the pressure in my mouth as my human teeth are pushed from my gums to be replaced by my fangs.
She begins to laugh. It’s not a harsh or mean-spirited laugh, but a genuine belly laugh, as if she heard a reference to an inside joke that only she knew the meaning of. The laugh grows in volume until it is the only sound that can be heard in the pit.
“Is something funny Dido?” I hear a voice from the far end of the pit. The figure and his entourage haven’t risen, even among the commotion. They remain kneeling, no doubt gripping their weapons, ready to mop up the slaughter that was about to take place.
“No Itzcoatl, nothing at all” she says as she continues laughing.
Bogdan and Isabelle stare daggers into her as she finally composes herself.
“It’s just funny that we still let these little spats erupt while our kind is being killed in the hundreds.” She says with a slight giggle.
“None of us are immortal, and these humans are getting more clever, more organized, while it might not be on the levels of the Expulsion or Diaspora, we need to take heed and deal with the threat. We’ve been doing their work for them with our division, all they need to do now is conquer.” She says as her eyes become stony. She steps in front of me and into the center of the circle.
“How ironic. You speak of unity when you have nothing to contribute. You want war but you have no armies. What exactly do you plan to do.” Isabelle mumbles as she spits her human teeth on the ground.
“Just because I don’t keep my dogs on a leash doesn’t mean they aren’t hard at work. I’ve placed them near the heart of our enemies. In their organizations, their churches, their homes. They have given me the information that has kept us all alive, and more importantly, 2 steps ahead of them. So please, for your sake, do not question my intelligence again.” She says.
They open the circle as if a prophet has entered the caves.
“They have united. Their churches have joined their organizations. They work together and keep us separated. This is the time to join forces and call the Unification.”
The Silence grows as the air begins to relax and the weapons are put away. I then begin to hear it. A distant thump. At first, I think it’s just the wind, but the thump grows and gains speed and volume. I’m not the only one either and we all focus our ears to hear the sound.
“It’s not possible” I hear Bogdan rasp.
“We are betrayed.” I hear Itzcoatl whisper in shock.
I then hear the unmistakable pops of gunfire. The tunnel entrance is over two miles of winding twists and river systems from the cave, but it won’t take them long to figure out the way here. If what Itzcoatl said was true, then they already know where to look.
“WE MUST LEAVE. BEFORE THEY BURN US OUT.” I hear Isabella gasp, straining to keep the panic from her voice as she begins moving towards the opposite end of the pit.
“We will stand and fight, no mongrel will end my line today.” I hear Bogdan retort indignantly as he moves to intercept her.
“If they found us, you can bet that they blessed the river systems. The only way out is through.” I hear Itzcoatl say, he draws his Tomahawk and twirls it in his hand.
“We have the darkness on our side, no human can see in these caves. They are in our territory, let us show them why we are the dominant species.” He continues and waves his hand, backing into the stones with his entourage, taking up positions in the ceiling and behind the stalactites. The others follow suit and we prepare our ambush.
It isn’t long before we begin to hear them. Smell them. Taste them. Their odor, their feelings, their fear. They aren’t our typical prey, the fear is dulled by their adrenaline and experience, their steps are more measured and deliberate, they move almost silently, with the only obvious noise being their equipment.
“Hunters.” I hear her voice in my head.
“Lots of them” I respond in turn.
They move into the pit, they carry night vision, stakes, and Shotguns. The holy cross carved into their chest plates and helmets. My head begins the dull quake if I focus on it for too long. It won’t save them. While they’ll prove to be a challenge, this won’t be the end of me. Hunters are used to fighting thralls, rooting them out in their dens and houses. I feel a smile cut across my face. We wait until the entire raiding party enters the pit. They outnumber us 3 to 1. They didn’t bring nearly enough.
“COME THEN PALNKAYO. WE ARE STARVING”. Itzcoatl howls and leaps from his spot in the spikes.
They all look up in shock as we descend. A blanket of teeth, claws, swords, and gunfire falls upon the hapless vermin as they begin to comprehend their folly. I must say, their reaction time is impressive, and in less than a second, they begin their counterattack. The air around us erupts into flames.
“DRAGONS BREATH” I hear a thrall shout and then begin to scream as his body catches fire and he hits the floor, writhing in agony until a hunter finishes him with a stake through his head. The hunter is dispatched by a Rivka, Antonio, who sends a kick into the hunters head with so much force that it flies off his shoulders. I land on the ground, roll, and drive my gladius through the stomach of one, and using his body as a shield to put down another two with my pistol.
Shrieks morph into death rattles into silence before you can comprehend what exactly you heard. For my kind it is agonizingly slow. The hunters train to try and counter our movements and reflexes by they can’t counter our cognition. When time moves at a snails pace you have all the time in the world to plan your next move, and this makes combat into something more akin to a game rather than survival. As I watch my shots connect to the bodies, their flesh rippling and hearing the sound of their organs rupture, I see Itzcoatl land in front of me and take 3 hunters out at once, moving with the grace of a homicidal ballerina, movements so easy that he can’t contain the smile on his face. I see Bogdan and Isabella take on their own hunters with similar efficiency and soon the room goes from its crescendo of noise and violence to a deafening silence that makes the concept of sound seem like a far removed myth, save for the whimpers of the wounded and dying. The fight is over almost as quickly as it begins, a hurricane of screams and blood as the dozens of combatants fall in a matter of extended seconds. To the untrained eye, it A blur of motion moving in a dizzying rhythm, a liquid dance of thrusts, parries, gunfire, displaced limbs, and organs.
The true borns meet in the circle, Itzcoatl walks with a limp to the center, reaches down, and pulls a stake from his thigh, observes it with mild amusement and then tosses it over his shoulder as if it were a toy. Bogdan tears a piece of cloth from his robe and wraps it around what’s left of his right arm. Half of Isabellas face is burned off, and I see the charcoal black muscle and bone contract as she tries to speak.
“Th- Theeee…” She then falls back into silence, realizing that the effort required to talk would not be worth the energy. I notice that she isn’t among them. I feel my pulse begin to quicken again. I scan the ground, the walls, the ceiling. I feel my soul begin to wail.
I can’t find her. I search through the bodies that cover the ground like a twitching rug. I see the dismembered bodies of Hunters, Thralls, and even a few Rivka. After a few minutes of searching, I do something that I have only done twice before. Something that caused her to warrant only the worst of the punishments I suffered at her hands. I call her name.
“Dido.” I whisper.
I stand in silence as I wait for the pressure to begin. I start sweating, shaking, quaking in anticipation. But it doesn’t come. Instead, I see a shift among the bodies and one lone, shaking hand raise.
I rush over and uncover her. She looks pale and her mouth is covered in blood. She is shaking and winces in pain as I pull her from the pile. I lay her flat on the cold stone floor. I notice the hole in her chest and the stake buried at the bottom.
I begin to panic and look back to the circle for help. It’s empty, and now the only thing I am surrounded by is death and silence. I feel her hand caress my face. It’s freezing. She pulls my face towards hers and I stare into her jet-black eyes.
“My sweet..” She coughs weakly and I feel it all leave. All the hate, the rage that I carried for so many years, the murderous thoughts, the plans, the schemes, the maybes, the almost. Now I stare down the only thing that gave me a purpose.
“You’re wounded, save your strength, don’t try to talk” I rasp out as I pull the stake out and formulate a plan to get us out of here. I hear them again, the stamping of feet, the clambering of equipment, the shouting of men who are out for blood. There’s more this time, no doubt to come and reinforce their attack party. They’re maybe a mile out and closing.
“You need to leave.” She says as she runs her fingers through my hair.
“I’m not leaving you.” I say firmly, reassuring both her and myself.
“I’m not asking.” She says, as her hands begin to close.
“I don’t care, I’m not going to leave you here for these animals to take you, I don’t care what you do, I don’t care how much it hurts. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’m going to stay.”
An eternity passes and a smile flashes across her face.
“Drink.” She says, holding her wrist to my mouth.
“What?”
“You will become true born, more powerful than you can imagine.” She says, pressing her skin against my lips.
“It is forbidden.” I say.
“You’re ready.”
It is then when it hits me. This is it. These final minutes. These would be the last few moments that she spends. I then remember my promise. I would be the one to end her.
Without a second thought I bite. I feel her entering me. Drop by drop. I taste every single thing she ever did, her wants, her needs, her fears. My vision begins to blur as I relive her life. Thousands of years in less than a second, every emotion she ever felt, everything she ever thought.
She goes still and I lift my mouth. My body feels. Different. I can feel a new power coursing through my system and intense pain as the rest of my molars are shoved from their place and my mouth is filled completely with fangs. I am now true born, slave to no one. The true top of the food chain. My sight is filled with strange visions. Seconds. Minutes into the future. Different futures. They converge on one spot. The mouth of the cave. I can hear them. They’ve slowed their advance, moving more cautiously as they survey the chaos of the previous battle. I face the mouth of the cave and fall to my knees, preparing to meet them. What will they think as they begin to separate? They’re final thoughts as I tear them apart?
It doesn’t matter. It is time to feed.
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“Hurry” I hear her say.
I shrug her hand off and continue my meal. I then hear her voice next to my ear.
“That’s enough.” Her voice has some bite to it, enough for me to realize that the fun is over, and it was time to go.
I place my hand on the top of his head, get a solid grip, and then twist my wrist. His life ends with a wet snap and the light leaves his eyes.
I stand naked in front of the mirror. My muscles coil and ripple as I flex them as my body contorts at will, my skin is milky white, without blemish or freckle. My teeth and claws are sharp enough to cut through any material, and I take a gander into my eyes. Two pits of absolute darkness. I am perfect. The culmination of thousands of years of evolution into the ultimate hunter. The apex predator. It is with sadness that I have to pervert this perfection in order to blend in with the welp that have the audacity to claim rule of this planet. I begin to change in order to continue blending in with these vermin. My skin begins to darken until I stop glowing, and I become a more human shade. My teeth begin to fall out as the molars and incisors push them from my mouth and my smile grows into something that can disarm them. My pupils shrink and are then surrounded by a red ring as the iris grows. The final touch is the hair. I feel it itch and then burn across my scalp. A carpet of Jet-black grows across my head in a matter of minutes. While I find the human form absolutely revolting, to them I am irresistible, akin to something that could be found in one of their Hollywood movies. It makes the hunt easier in the modern age. It causes a sense of melancholy for me. In the old times I never needed to change for them. They came on their quests to come and slay the horrid beasts that inhabited their lands and didn’t fear death. Their twisted sense of honor and duty made them easy and, at some points, fun. Some of them put up a mighty fight. Even when it ended the same way every time, it still made me want. No longer. There are no warriors that are eager to prove themselves against a true challenge in the name of their kings or gods. Now I have to work. Now the human chattel must be lured, put at ease, and then slaughtered.
I hear the door creak.
“That’s new.” She says as she presses her body onto my back and wraps her arms around me.
“Which part.” I ask as I grab her arms and pull her closer to me.
“The hair” she says, as she runs her hands along my shoulders and up my neck.
In the millennia that I’ve known her, I have learned to love her. I have learned to hate her. I have learned to live. I have learned to die. I have learned what it means to be perfect. I have learned what it means to be truly flawed.
She is my master. Every time she touches me, for a brief moment I am taken back to the square where I first met her, and she tied me to her as her servant.
I’m lying on my back. The hole in my stomach has grown numb as the cold begins to take me. I look over to see the broken arrow in my left shoulder. I look to the sky and see the smoke billow into the clouds as the birds flee. I can hear the muffled voices of the wounded and dying around me, the distant clangs of swords, the heavy crashes of iron on wood, as it splinters as the axe’s crash into shields and men. I try to pray but my mind has become clouded with fog as I realize that my pleas for heaven would fall on deaf ears. I wiggle my fingers and am pleasantly surprised that I can still move them. I try and lift my arms. Agony fills my being, but it is an agony that I can bear as I crawl towards a pillar so that I can see some form of spectacle before I meet my end. I sit up and look at the sight. The fall of my home, what you would know as Constantinople. I see a man standing on top of a barricade waving the imperial banner, only for him to be cut down by the invaders. Men, Women, and Children run amok, trying to escape the anarchy only to be hacked apart or captured. Nobody understood what was happening or why it was happening. We had weathered the Saracen storm for centuries. A bullwork against the Sultan attempting to make his invasion into the north. These men weren’t Saracens. They were Christians. I still don’t understand. I wasn’t of noble birth; therefore, I wasn’t entitled to ask questions on the matter, nor was I smart enough to understand the political ambitions of the powerful. Centuries later I would read why they destroyed my home. It was the nature of humans. Greed would always lead to bloodshed throughout the course of their circular history. In that moment I understood what failure looked like in its most complete form. I had failed to protect what I had sworn my life to. Everything I knew and loved was lost in a night, and in those final moments I felt truly empty. That’s when I saw her for the first time. Walking through the carnage as if she were out for a stroll to the market. The invaders run past her, as if she wasn’t even there. It was then she meets my eyes. Even though we are separated by the square, the bodies, and the fires, I can still feel those eyes, The red rings, swallowed as her pupils grow and become black as tar, drilling into my soul, analyzing everything I had ever done and everything that I was going to do. She begins to walk towards me, flowing through the scene like a specter, the same bored smile cresting her face that would never leave as long as I’ve known her. The smile is terrifying, as her seemingly perfect teeth grow into jagged white fangs. She sits next to me like a child who wants to play a game.
“Hello.” I hear her say, her voice clear as if I could hear it in my head.
I try to speak but I realize that my mouth is filled with blood and the only sound I can make is a wet cough and a wheeze. I don’t know why but I reach my hand out, and to my surprise she takes it and lets it rest in her lap.
“Do you want to live?” I hear her speak again, as she gently caresses my hand.
“Y-Yes.” I manage to choke out. My throat is dry, and it is difficult to speak.
She turns to face me. Her black eyes are reflective pits, and her face wears a look of amusement as she licks each and every one of her fangs.
“And what would you be willing to do to live through this.” Her voice has changed. It is now something more primal, wild, and evil.
“Anything” I say, as the black spots in my vision begin to grow and cover my sight. I can feel the cold spread over my body.
“Very well.” She says as I feel her cover my body and her teeth finding a home in my neck.
Even after a thousand years, the wound feels as fresh as the day she gave it to me. I stand there and I feel her grip tighten as she hugs me and runs her hands over my chest.
“You’ve been getting more audacious.” she says releasing me and placing her hand on the small of my back. I find myself unable to formulate a response as I lose control of my body. Not again. Please don’t let it happen again. I’m pushed to my knees by a weight that is so heavy it feels like my bones are about to turn to powder. She stands above me, placing a clawed finger under my chin and bringing my eyes to meet hers, she hasn’t changed them back, the black holes continue to swallow me. I feel her cut into my skin as I struggle to keep my head up.
“Rember what you are.” She says as I begin to grunt under the pressure.
“You are mine. You do what I bid. Don’t think because we’ve been attached to each other for all this time that I will hesitate to put you down.” She continues, As the pressure increases, and I feel her claw digging into my throat.
“I-“I manage to clench out as my newly grown teeth begin to break from the strain.
“You?” She says, her empty face briefly crosses with curiosity.
“I understand.” I whisper. I can feel my shoulders begin to dislocate and my clavicle turn inward as I am driven against the hard stone floor.
Her eyes soften and I feel the pressure relent.
“Oh, you know I can’t hurt you when you look at me like that” she says as she drifts to her knees and puts her face inches from mine. I stare back at her, trying to mask the hatred in my heart.
“I just don’t think you understand how much I care for you is all. When I tell you that its time to leave, then we leave. It isn’t up for discussion, argument, or debate. One day you will understand, but until then I have to keep you under the yoke.”
She cups her face with my hands, and I see the black begin to shrink and the red circles trace around her pupils. She kisses me deeply, stands, and then leaves me on my knees. I begin to regain feeling in my limbs, and the bones and tendons snap back into place. It is then when I am filled with emotion that I have learned all too well throughout my time. Hate. I hate her. I hate being her puppet, her slave, and I make myself a promise. Should the opportunity present itself, I shall be the one to take her life.
I leave the bathroom and join her again in the common area.
“There is a tribunal tomorrow night.” She says glancing up from her phone to look at me. She’s transferred back into human form, and looks completely unimposing, her short and petite physique, complete with her dark red hair, something that would disarm even the most veteran hunter. She’s used the trick before on hunts, using her seduction and other subtle skills to her advantage. I on the other hand prefer the more direct approach. While I’ve used my fair share of the more devious methods to secure a meal, there is something inside me that feels so right about watching these worms realize how weak they truly are before meeting their end at my hands.
“That’s strange, this is the 2nd one this year.” I say, as I make my way over to the alcohol pantry and begin to make myself a drink. I decide on the Bowmore and begin to pour 2 glasses.
“Yes, I want you present as well, they’re calling in everyone from this side of the country.” She says, taking the glass and having a sip. I take a swig from mine. Say what you will about the humans, they know how to make some damn fine liquor.
“Any idea what its about?” I ask, finishing the drink and pouring another.
“I think it’s the rise of hunter activity on the east coast.”
“Oh no, a bunch of humans running around with crosses trying to vanquish the demons that haunt their villages.” I say, sarcastically placing my hands over my chest.
“As amusing as I find it, its in response to the attacks in the west, they managed to burn down a whole community in New Mexico, the Californians are also getting more exposure in their response to these attacks.”
“I’m still confused as to what that has to do with us.”
“I assume its for another call for clan unification, as unlikely as that is.”
I snort a laugh. A call for unification wasn’t just unlikely. It was impossible. The western clans made that clear after the war, killing over a hundred eastern vampires in Mississippi. While we made peace and 20 years have passed, there is still no love lost between the 2 sides.
“Either way, we’ve been called to attend, and I’ll need you there in case things get… messy.” She says, caressing my cheek.
You would think that the meeting of the most powerful trueborn vampires in the United States would be in a location with more Panache, and you would be dead wrong. The cliché of meeting in a castle or a mansion was actually an ingenuous play in order to keep the humans in the dark of our truer nature. Instead, we meet in the woods, the swamps, the caves, and tunnels. The places where they don’t think the powerful lurk.
We step onto the porch of the cabin and open the door. From there we are greeted by two thralls carrying assault rifles.
“Identification ma’am.” One says, not moving from his post.
She opens her hand and draws a line across it, which opens a thin cut in her palm. She then places her hand over his and lets a few drops of blood fall. He licks his hand clean and then grows very wary.
“Apologies Mistress. We can’t be too careful nowadays.” He says with a slight bow.
“I understand, but please try not to take up anymore of our time, we are in a bit of a hurry.” She says as she licks her hand, the wound healing almost instantly.
They step aside and we make our way to the cave entrance. Its barely wide enough for me to stand, let alone walk, and so we are forced to stoop.
We make our way through the cave system, weaving in and out of passages and underground river systems. The cave system finally opens to the pit, a mass cavernous space, and in the center, a circle filled with the council. On the far wall of the cavern stands the tower, and carved in stone, the hierarchy. At the top a full set of teeth, symbolizing “true born”, vampires who were born of two vampires. Underneath, a set of 6 teeth, my class, “Rivka”, were taken by a true vampire. Below that is the set of 2 teeth “Thralls”, mindless beasts controlled by their hunger and the boot of the hierarchy.
She stands at the edge of the circle, joined by the 3 other true bloods, behind them stand their Rivka and Thrall bodyguards, heavily armed and wearily analyzing each other. While it was discouraged for a fight to break out in these meetings, it wasn’t uncommon that blood would be shed between Rival parties. The other true bloods brought dozens of their soldiers, each with centuries of experience in combat, while I stand alone at my masters side.
“They’ve been getting more brazen, we had them at our mercy not even a decade ago”- An ancient voice rasps from under a Jet-black hood from the far side of the circle.
“That’s always been your problem Bogdan, you’ve become so blinded by your own influence that you can’t conceive of the mud born acting on their own.” Another says, annoyance clearly reflected in her tone.
“Of course, you’re terrified of the vermin Isabelle, you were forced out of Spain centuries ago, while I never let them get so powerful.” Bogdan says, hacking out a laugh that sounds like steel over a whetstone.
“Watch your tone Veneti, before I remove your tongue.” Isabella says, rising to her feet.
“Claim it, it will be the last thing you try to do.” As Bogdan spreads his arms and his claws begin to grow on the tips of his fingers.
I hear growls, the cocking of firearms, and the drawing of swords and knives as the Rival entourages prepare for a fight. They begin to shed their human facades, and change, turning into monsters in a matter of seconds. I step in front my master and draw my own weapons, my gladius and H and K. I flip the safety off, and time begins to slow down. I feel the pressure in my mouth as my human teeth are pushed from my gums to be replaced by my fangs.
She begins to laugh. It’s not a harsh or mean-spirited laugh, but a genuine belly laugh, as if she heard a reference to an inside joke that only she knew the meaning of. The laugh grows in volume until it is the only sound that can be heard in the pit.
“Is something funny Dido?” I hear a voice from the far end of the pit. The figure and his entourage haven’t risen, even among the commotion. They remain kneeling, no doubt gripping their weapons, ready to mop up the slaughter that was about to take place.
“No Itzcoatl, nothing at all” she says as she continues laughing.
Bogdan and Isabelle stare daggers into her as she finally composes herself.
“It’s just funny that we still let these little spats erupt while our kind is being killed in the hundreds.” She says with a slight giggle.
“None of us are immortal, and these humans are getting more clever, more organized, while it might not be on the levels of the Expulsion or Diaspora, we need to take heed and deal with the threat. We’ve been doing their work for them with our division, all they need to do now is conquer.” She says as her eyes become stony. She steps in front of me and into the center of the circle.
“How ironic. You speak of unity when you have nothing to contribute. You want war but you have no armies. What exactly do you plan to do.” Isabelle mumbles as she spits her human teeth on the ground.
“Just because I don’t keep my dogs on a leash doesn’t mean they aren’t hard at work. I’ve placed them near the heart of our enemies. In their organizations, their churches, their homes. They have given me the information that has kept us all alive, and more importantly, 2 steps ahead of them. So please, for your sake, do not question my intelligence again.” She says.
They open the circle as if a prophet has entered the caves.
“They have united. Their churches have joined their organizations. They work together and keep us separated. This is the time to join forces and call the Unification.”
The Silence grows as the air begins to relax and the weapons are put away. I then begin to hear it. A distant thump. At first, I think it’s just the wind, but the thump grows and gains speed and volume. I’m not the only one either and we all focus our ears to hear the sound.
“It’s not possible” I hear Bogdan rasp.
“We are betrayed.” I hear Itzcoatl whisper in shock.
I then hear the unmistakable pops of gunfire. The tunnel entrance is over two miles of winding twists and river systems from the cave, but it won’t take them long to figure out the way here. If what Itzcoatl said was true, then they already know where to look.
“WE MUST LEAVE. BEFORE THEY BURN US OUT.” I hear Isabella gasp, straining to keep the panic from her voice as she begins moving towards the opposite end of the pit.
“We will stand and fight, no mongrel will end my line today.” I hear Bogdan retort indignantly as he moves to intercept her.
“If they found us, you can bet that they blessed the river systems. The only way out is through.” I hear Itzcoatl say, he draws his Tomahawk and twirls it in his hand.
“We have the darkness on our side, no human can see in these caves. They are in our territory, let us show them why we are the dominant species.” He continues and waves his hand, backing into the stones with his entourage, taking up positions in the ceiling and behind the stalactites. The others follow suit and we prepare our ambush.
It isn’t long before we begin to hear them. Smell them. Taste them. Their odor, their feelings, their fear. They aren’t our typical prey, the fear is dulled by their adrenaline and experience, their steps are more measured and deliberate, they move almost silently, with the only obvious noise being their equipment.
“Hunters.” I hear her voice in my head.
“Lots of them” I respond in turn.
They move into the pit, they carry night vision, stakes, and Shotguns. The holy cross carved into their chest plates and helmets. My head begins the dull quake if I focus on it for too long. It won’t save them. While they’ll prove to be a challenge, this won’t be the end of me. Hunters are used to fighting thralls, rooting them out in their dens and houses. I feel a smile cut across my face. We wait until the entire raiding party enters the pit. They outnumber us 3 to 1. They didn’t bring nearly enough.
“COME THEN PALNKAYO. WE ARE STARVING”. Itzcoatl howls and leaps from his spot in the spikes.
They all look up in shock as we descend. A blanket of teeth, claws, swords, and gunfire falls upon the hapless vermin as they begin to comprehend their folly. I must say, their reaction time is impressive, and in less than a second, they begin their counterattack. The air around us erupts into flames.
“DRAGONS BREATH” I hear a thrall shout and then begin to scream as his body catches fire and he hits the floor, writhing in agony until a hunter finishes him with a stake through his head. The hunter is dispatched by a Rivka, Antonio, who sends a kick into the hunters head with so much force that it flies off his shoulders. I land on the ground, roll, and drive my gladius through the stomach of one, and using his body as a shield to put down another two with my pistol.
Shrieks morph into death rattles into silence before you can comprehend what exactly you heard. For my kind it is agonizingly slow. The hunters train to try and counter our movements and reflexes by they can’t counter our cognition. When time moves at a snails pace you have all the time in the world to plan your next move, and this makes combat into something more akin to a game rather than survival. As I watch my shots connect to the bodies, their flesh rippling and hearing the sound of their organs rupture, I see Itzcoatl land in front of me and take 3 hunters out at once, moving with the grace of a homicidal ballerina, movements so easy that he can’t contain the smile on his face. I see Bogdan and Isabella take on their own hunters with similar efficiency and soon the room goes from its crescendo of noise and violence to a deafening silence that makes the concept of sound seem like a far removed myth, save for the whimpers of the wounded and dying. The fight is over almost as quickly as it begins, a hurricane of screams and blood as the dozens of combatants fall in a matter of extended seconds. To the untrained eye, it A blur of motion moving in a dizzying rhythm, a liquid dance of thrusts, parries, gunfire, displaced limbs, and organs.
The true borns meet in the circle, Itzcoatl walks with a limp to the center, reaches down, and pulls a stake from his thigh, observes it with mild amusement and then tosses it over his shoulder as if it were a toy. Bogdan tears a piece of cloth from his robe and wraps it around what’s left of his right arm. Half of Isabellas face is burned off, and I see the charcoal black muscle and bone contract as she tries to speak.
“Th- Theeee…” She then falls back into silence, realizing that the effort required to talk would not be worth the energy. I notice that she isn’t among them. I feel my pulse begin to quicken again. I scan the ground, the walls, the ceiling. I feel my soul begin to wail.
I can’t find her. I search through the bodies that cover the ground like a twitching rug. I see the dismembered bodies of Hunters, Thralls, and even a few Rivka. After a few minutes of searching, I do something that I have only done twice before. Something that caused her to warrant only the worst of the punishments I suffered at her hands. I call her name.
“Dido.” I whisper.
I stand in silence as I wait for the pressure to begin. I start sweating, shaking, quaking in anticipation. But it doesn’t come. Instead, I see a shift among the bodies and one lone, shaking hand raise.
I rush over and uncover her. She looks pale and her mouth is covered in blood. She is shaking and winces in pain as I pull her from the pile. I lay her flat on the cold stone floor. I notice the hole in her chest and the stake buried at the bottom.
I begin to panic and look back to the circle for help. It’s empty, and now the only thing I am surrounded by is death and silence. I feel her hand caress my face. It’s freezing. She pulls my face towards hers and I stare into her jet-black eyes.
“My sweet..” She coughs weakly and I feel it all leave. All the hate, the rage that I carried for so many years, the murderous thoughts, the plans, the schemes, the maybes, the almost. Now I stare down the only thing that gave me a purpose.
“You’re wounded, save your strength, don’t try to talk” I rasp out as I pull the stake out and formulate a plan to get us out of here. I hear them again, the stamping of feet, the clambering of equipment, the shouting of men who are out for blood. There’s more this time, no doubt to come and reinforce their attack party. They’re maybe a mile out and closing.
“You need to leave.” She says as she runs her fingers through my hair.
“I’m not leaving you.” I say firmly, reassuring both her and myself.
“I’m not asking.” She says, as her hands begin to close.
“I don’t care, I’m not going to leave you here for these animals to take you, I don’t care what you do, I don’t care how much it hurts. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’m going to stay.”
An eternity passes and a smile flashes across her face.
“Drink.” She says, holding her wrist to my mouth.
“What?”
“You will become true born, more powerful than you can imagine.” She says, pressing her skin against my lips.
“It is forbidden.” I say.
“You’re ready.”
It is then when it hits me. This is it. These final minutes. These would be the last few moments that she spends. I then remember my promise. I would be the one to end her.
Without a second thought I bite. I feel her entering me. Drop by drop. I taste every single thing she ever did, her wants, her needs, her fears. My vision begins to blur as I relive her life. Thousands of years in less than a second, every emotion she ever felt, everything she ever thought.
She goes still and I lift my mouth. My body feels. Different. I can feel a new power coursing through my system and intense pain as the rest of my molars are shoved from their place and my mouth is filled completely with fangs. I am now true born, slave to no one. The true top of the food chain. My sight is filled with strange visions. Seconds. Minutes into the future. Different futures. They converge on one spot. The mouth of the cave. I can hear them. They’ve slowed their advance, moving more cautiously as they survey the chaos of the previous battle. I face the mouth of the cave and fall to my knees, preparing to meet them. What will they think as they begin to separate? They’re final thoughts as I tear them apart?
It doesn’t matter. It is time to feed.
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The blood is warm as it flows into my mouth and down my throat. It washes over my tongue, and I savor the full taste and experience of my prey. It covers all of my taste buds and I find myself falling into feral ecstasy. A father. Out and about with his mistress. I taste the zest of fear in the stream and realize how I screwed up the kill. It always tasted better when they least expected it, when they didn’t know that this would be the final night of their pathetic, short lives. I feel a grip on my shoulder.
“Hurry” I hear her say.
I shrug her hand off and continue my meal. I then hear her voice next to my ear.
“That’s enough.” Her voice has some bite to it, enough for me to realize that the fun is over, and it was time to go.
I place my hand on the top of his head, get a solid grip, and then twist my wrist. His life ends with a wet snap and the light leaves his eyes.
I stand naked in front of the mirror. My muscles coil and ripple as I flex them as my body contorts at will, my skin is milky white, without blemish or freckle. My teeth and claws are sharp enough to cut through any material, and I take a gander into my eyes. Two pits of absolute darkness. I am perfect. The culmination of thousands of years of evolution into the ultimate hunter. The apex predator. It is with sadness that I have to pervert this perfection in order to blend in with the welp that have the audacity to claim rule of this planet. I begin to change in order to continue blending in with these vermin. My skin begins to darken until I stop glowing, and I become a more human shade. My teeth begin to fall out as the molars and incisors push them from my mouth and my smile grows into something that can disarm them. My pupils shrink and are then surrounded by a red ring as the iris grows. The final touch is the hair. I feel it itch and then burn across my scalp. A carpet of Jet-black grows across my head in a matter of minutes. While I find the human form absolutely revolting, to them I am irresistible, akin to something that could be found in one of their Hollywood movies. It makes the hunt easier in the modern age. It causes a sense of melancholy for me. In the old times I never needed to change for them. They came on their quests to come and slay the horrid beasts that inhabited their lands and didn’t fear death. Their twisted sense of honor and duty made them easy and, at some points, fun. Some of them put up a mighty fight. Even when it ended the same way every time, it still made me want. No longer. There are no warriors that are eager to prove themselves against a true challenge in the name of their kings or gods. Now I have to work. Now the human chattel must be lured, put at ease, and then slaughtered.
I hear the door creak.
“That’s new.” She says as she presses her body onto my back and wraps her arms around me.
“Which part.” I ask as I grab her arms and pull her closer to me.
“The hair” she says, as she runs her hands along my shoulders and up my neck.
In the millennia that I’ve known her, I have learned to love her. I have learned to hate her. I have learned to live. I have learned to die. I have learned what it means to be perfect. I have learned what it means to be truly flawed.
She is my master. Every time she touches me, for a brief moment I am taken back to the square where I first met her, and she tied me to her as her servant.
I’m lying on my back. The hole in my stomach has grown numb as the cold begins to take me. I look over to see the broken arrow in my left shoulder. I look to the sky and see the smoke billow into the clouds as the birds flee. I can hear the muffled voices of the wounded and dying around me, the distant clangs of swords, the heavy crashes of iron on wood, as it splinters as the axe’s crash into shields and men. I try to pray but my mind has become clouded with fog as I realize that my pleas for heaven would fall on deaf ears. I wiggle my fingers and am pleasantly surprised that I can still move them. I try and lift my arms. Agony fills my being, but it is an agony that I can bear as I crawl towards a pillar so that I can see some form of spectacle before I meet my end. I sit up and look at the sight. The fall of my home, what you would know as Constantinople. I see a man standing on top of a barricade waving the imperial banner, only for him to be cut down by the invaders. Men, Women, and Children run amok, trying to escape the anarchy only to be hacked apart or captured. Nobody understood what was happening or why it was happening. We had weathered the Saracen storm for centuries. A bullwork against the Sultan attempting to make his invasion into the north. These men weren’t Saracens. They were Christians. I still don’t understand. I wasn’t of noble birth; therefore, I wasn’t entitled to ask questions on the matter, nor was I smart enough to understand the political ambitions of the powerful. Centuries later I would read why they destroyed my home. It was the nature of humans. Greed would always lead to bloodshed throughout the course of their circular history. In that moment I understood what failure looked like in its most complete form. I had failed to protect what I had sworn my life to. Everything I knew and loved was lost in a night, and in those final moments I felt truly empty. That’s when I saw her for the first time. Walking through the carnage as if she were out for a stroll to the market. The invaders run past her, as if she wasn’t even there. It was then she meets my eyes. Even though we are separated by the square, the bodies, and the fires, I can still feel those eyes, The red rings, swallowed as her pupils grow and become black as tar, drilling into my soul, analyzing everything I had ever done and everything that I was going to do. She begins to walk towards me, flowing through the scene like a specter, the same bored smile cresting her face that would never leave as long as I’ve known her. The smile is terrifying, as her seemingly perfect teeth grow into jagged white fangs. She sits next to me like a child who wants to play a game.
“Hello.” I hear her say, her voice clear as if I could hear it in my head.
I try to speak but I realize that my mouth is filled with blood and the only sound I can make is a wet cough and a wheeze. I don’t know why but I reach my hand out, and to my surprise she takes it and lets it rest in her lap.
“Do you want to live?” I hear her speak again, as she gently caresses my hand.
“Y-Yes.” I manage to choke out. My throat is dry, and it is difficult to speak.
She turns to face me. Her black eyes are reflective pits, and her face wears a look of amusement as she licks each and every one of her fangs.
“And what would you be willing to do to live through this.” Her voice has changed. It is now something more primal, wild, and evil.
“Anything” I say, as the black spots in my vision begin to grow and cover my sight. I can feel the cold spread over my body.
“Very well.” She says as I feel her cover my body and her teeth finding a home in my neck.
Even after a thousand years, the wound feels as fresh as the day she gave it to me. I stand there and I feel her grip tighten as she hugs me and runs her hands over my chest.
“You’ve been getting more audacious.” she says releasing me and placing her hand on the small of my back. I find myself unable to formulate a response as I lose control of my body. Not again. Please don’t let it happen again. I’m pushed to my knees by a weight that is so heavy it feels like my bones are about to turn to powder. She stands above me, placing a clawed finger under my chin and bringing my eyes to meet hers, she hasn’t changed them back, the black holes continue to swallow me. I feel her cut into my skin as I struggle to keep my head up.
“Rember what you are.” She says as I begin to grunt under the pressure.
“You are mine. You do what I bid. Don’t think because we’ve been attached to each other for all this time that I will hesitate to put you down.” She continues, As the pressure increases, and I feel her claw digging into my throat.
“I-“I manage to clench out as my newly grown teeth begin to break from the strain.
“You?” She says, her empty face briefly crosses with curiosity.
“I understand.” I whisper. I can feel my shoulders begin to dislocate and my clavicle turn inward as I am driven against the hard stone floor.
Her eyes soften and I feel the pressure relent.
“Oh, you know I can’t hurt you when you look at me like that” she says as she drifts to her knees and puts her face inches from mine. I stare back at her, trying to mask the hatred in my heart.
“I just don’t think you understand how much I care for you is all. When I tell you that its time to leave, then we leave. It isn’t up for discussion, argument, or debate. One day you will understand, but until then I have to keep you under the yoke.”
She cups her face with my hands, and I see the black begin to shrink and the red circles trace around her pupils. She kisses me deeply, stands, and then leaves me on my knees. I begin to regain feeling in my limbs, and the bones and tendons snap back into place. It is then when I am filled with emotion that I have learned all too well throughout my time. Hate. I hate her. I hate being her puppet, her slave, and I make myself a promise. Should the opportunity present itself, I shall be the one to take her life.
I leave the bathroom and join her again in the common area.
“There is a tribunal tomorrow night.” She says glancing up from her phone to look at me. She’s transferred back into human form, and looks completely unimposing, her short and petite physique, complete with her dark red hair, something that would disarm even the most veteran hunter. She’s used the trick before on hunts, using her seduction and other subtle skills to her advantage. I on the other hand prefer the more direct approach. While I’ve used my fair share of the more devious methods to secure a meal, there is something inside me that feels so right about watching these worms realize how weak they truly are before meeting their end at my hands.
“That’s strange, this is the 2nd one this year.” I say, as I make my way over to the alcohol pantry and begin to make myself a drink. I decide on the Bowmore and begin to pour 2 glasses.
“Yes, I want you present as well, they’re calling in everyone from this side of the country.” She says, taking the glass and having a sip. I take a swig from mine. Say what you will about the humans, they know how to make some damn fine liquor.
“Any idea what its about?” I ask, finishing the drink and pouring another.
“I think it’s the rise of hunter activity on the east coast.”
“Oh no, a bunch of humans running around with crosses trying to vanquish the demons that haunt their villages.” I say, sarcastically placing my hands over my chest.
“As amusing as I find it, its in response to the attacks in the west, they managed to burn down a whole community in New Mexico, the Californians are also getting more exposure in their response to these attacks.”
“I’m still confused as to what that has to do with us.”
“I assume its for another call for clan unification, as unlikely as that is.”
I snort a laugh. A call for unification wasn’t just unlikely. It was impossible. The western clans made that clear after the war, killing over a hundred eastern vampires in Mississippi. While we made peace and 20 years have passed, there is still no love lost between the 2 sides.
“Either way, we’ve been called to attend, and I’ll need you there in case things get… messy.” She says, caressing my cheek.
You would think that the meeting of the most powerful trueborn vampires in the United States would be in a location with more Panache, and you would be dead wrong. The cliché of meeting in a castle or a mansion was actually an ingenuous play in order to keep the humans in the dark of our truer nature. Instead, we meet in the woods, the swamps, the caves, and tunnels. The places where they don’t think the powerful lurk.
We step onto the porch of the cabin and open the door. From there we are greeted by two thralls carrying assault rifles.
“Identification ma’am.” One says, not moving from his post.
She opens her hand and draws a line across it, which opens a thin cut in her palm. She then places her hand over his and lets a few drops of blood fall. He licks his hand clean and then grows very wary.
“Apologies Mistress. We can’t be too careful nowadays.” He says with a slight bow.
“I understand, but please try not to take up anymore of our time, we are in a bit of a hurry.” She says as she licks her hand, the wound healing almost instantly.
They step aside and we make our way to the cave entrance. Its barely wide enough for me to stand, let alone walk, and so we are forced to stoop.
We make our way through the cave system, weaving in and out of passages and underground river systems. The cave system finally opens to the pit, a mass cavernous space, and in the center, a circle filled with the council. On the far wall of the cavern stands the tower, and carved in stone, the hierarchy. At the top a full set of teeth, symbolizing “true born”, vampires who were born of two vampires. Underneath, a set of 6 teeth, my class, “Rivka”, were taken by a true vampire. Below that is the set of 2 teeth “Thralls”, mindless beasts controlled by their hunger and the boot of the hierarchy.
She stands at the edge of the circle, joined by the 3 other true bloods, behind them stand their Rivka and Thrall bodyguards, heavily armed and wearily analyzing each other. While it was discouraged for a fight to break out in these meetings, it wasn’t uncommon that blood would be shed between Rival parties. The other true bloods brought dozens of their soldiers, each with centuries of experience in combat, while I stand alone at my masters side.
“They’ve been getting more brazen, we had them at our mercy not even a decade ago”- An ancient voice rasps from under a Jet-black hood from the far side of the circle.
“That’s always been your problem Bogdan, you’ve become so blinded by your own influence that you can’t conceive of the mud born acting on their own.” Another says, annoyance clearly reflected in her tone.
“Of course, you’re terrified of the vermin Isabelle, you were forced out of Spain centuries ago, while I never let them get so powerful.” Bogdan says, hacking out a laugh that sounds like steel over a whetstone.
“Watch your tone Veneti, before I remove your tongue.” Isabella says, rising to her feet.
“Claim it, it will be the last thing you try to do.” As Bogdan spreads his arms and his claws begin to grow on the tips of his fingers.
I hear growls, the cocking of firearms, and the drawing of swords and knives as the Rival entourages prepare for a fight. They begin to shed their human facades, and change, turning into monsters in a matter of seconds. I step in front my master and draw my own weapons, my gladius and H and K. I flip the safety off, and time begins to slow down. I feel the pressure in my mouth as my human teeth are pushed from my gums to be replaced by my fangs.
She begins to laugh. It’s not a harsh or mean-spirited laugh, but a genuine belly laugh, as if she heard a reference to an inside joke that only she knew the meaning of. The laugh grows in volume until it is the only sound that can be heard in the pit.
“Is something funny Dido?” I hear a voice from the far end of the pit. The figure and his entourage haven’t risen, even among the commotion. They remain kneeling, no doubt gripping their weapons, ready to mop up the slaughter that was about to take place.
“No Itzcoatl, nothing at all” she says as she continues laughing.
Bogdan and Isabelle stare daggers into her as she finally composes herself.
“It’s just funny that we still let these little spats erupt while our kind is being killed in the hundreds.” She says with a slight giggle.
“None of us are immortal, and these humans are getting more clever, more organized, while it might not be on the levels of the Expulsion or Diaspora, we need to take heed and deal with the threat. We’ve been doing their work for them with our division, all they need to do now is conquer.” She says as her eyes become stony. She steps in front of me and into the center of the circle.
“How ironic. You speak of unity when you have nothing to contribute. You want war but you have no armies. What exactly do you plan to do.” Isabelle mumbles as she spits her human teeth on the ground.
“Just because I don’t keep my dogs on a leash doesn’t mean they aren’t hard at work. I’ve placed them near the heart of our enemies. In their organizations, their churches, their homes. They have given me the information that has kept us all alive, and more importantly, 2 steps ahead of them. So please, for your sake, do not question my intelligence again.” She says.
They open the circle as if a prophet has entered the caves.
“They have united. Their churches have joined their organizations. They work together and keep us separated. This is the time to join forces and call the Unification.”
The Silence grows as the air begins to relax and the weapons are put away. I then begin to hear it. A distant thump. At first, I think it’s just the wind, but the thump grows and gains speed and volume. I’m not the only one either and we all focus our ears to hear the sound.
“It’s not possible” I hear Bogdan rasp.
“We are betrayed.” I hear Itzcoatl whisper in shock.
I then hear the unmistakable pops of gunfire. The tunnel entrance is over two miles of winding twists and river systems from the cave, but it won’t take them long to figure out the way here. If what Itzcoatl said was true, then they already know where to look.
“WE MUST LEAVE. BEFORE THEY BURN US OUT.” I hear Isabella gasp, straining to keep the panic from her voice as she begins moving towards the opposite end of the pit.
“We will stand and fight, no mongrel will end my line today.” I hear Bogdan retort indignantly as he moves to intercept her.
“If they found us, you can bet that they blessed the river systems. The only way out is through.” I hear Itzcoatl say, he draws his Tomahawk and twirls it in his hand.
“We have the darkness on our side, no human can see in these caves. They are in our territory, let us show them why we are the dominant species.” He continues and waves his hand, backing into the stones with his entourage, taking up positions in the ceiling and behind the stalactites. The others follow suit and we prepare our ambush.
It isn’t long before we begin to hear them. Smell them. Taste them. Their odor, their feelings, their fear. They aren’t our typical prey, the fear is dulled by their adrenaline and experience, their steps are more measured and deliberate, they move almost silently, with the only obvious noise being their equipment.
“Hunters.” I hear her voice in my head.
“Lots of them” I respond in turn.
They move into the pit, they carry night vision, stakes, and Shotguns. The holy cross carved into their chest plates and helmets. My head begins the dull quake if I focus on it for too long. It won’t save them. While they’ll prove to be a challenge, this won’t be the end of me. Hunters are used to fighting thralls, rooting them out in their dens and houses. I feel a smile cut across my face. We wait until the entire raiding party enters the pit. They outnumber us 3 to 1. They didn’t bring nearly enough.
“COME THEN PALNKAYO. WE ARE STARVING”. Itzcoatl howls and leaps from his spot in the spikes.
They all look up in shock as we descend. A blanket of teeth, claws, swords, and gunfire falls upon the hapless vermin as they begin to comprehend their folly. I must say, their reaction time is impressive, and in less than a second, they begin their counterattack. The air around us erupts into flames.
“DRAGONS BREATH” I hear a thrall shout and then begin to scream as his body catches fire and he hits the floor, writhing in agony until a hunter finishes him with a stake through his head. The hunter is dispatched by a Rivka, Antonio, who sends a kick into the hunters head with so much force that it flies off his shoulders. I land on the ground, roll, and drive my gladius through the stomach of one, and using his body as a shield to put down another two with my pistol.
Shrieks morph into death rattles into silence before you can comprehend what exactly you heard. For my kind it is agonizingly slow. The hunters train to try and counter our movements and reflexes by they can’t counter our cognition. When time moves at a snails pace you have all the time in the world to plan your next move, and this makes combat into something more akin to a game rather than survival. As I watch my shots connect to the bodies, their flesh rippling and hearing the sound of their organs rupture, I see Itzcoatl land in front of me and take 3 hunters out at once, moving with the grace of a homicidal ballerina, movements so easy that he can’t contain the smile on his face. I see Bogdan and Isabella take on their own hunters with similar efficiency and soon the room goes from its crescendo of noise and violence to a deafening silence that makes the concept of sound seem like a far removed myth, save for the whimpers of the wounded and dying. The fight is over almost as quickly as it begins, a hurricane of screams and blood as the dozens of combatants fall in a matter of extended seconds. To the untrained eye, it A blur of motion moving in a dizzying rhythm, a liquid dance of thrusts, parries, gunfire, displaced limbs, and organs.
The true borns meet in the circle, Itzcoatl walks with a limp to the center, reaches down, and pulls a stake from his thigh, observes it with mild amusement and then tosses it over his shoulder as if it were a toy. Bogdan tears a piece of cloth from his robe and wraps it around what’s left of his right arm. Half of Isabellas face is burned off, and I see the charcoal black muscle and bone contract as she tries to speak.
“Th- Theeee…” She then falls back into silence, realizing that the effort required to talk would not be worth the energy. I notice that she isn’t among them. I feel my pulse begin to quicken again. I scan the ground, the walls, the ceiling. I feel my soul begin to wail.
I can’t find her. I search through the bodies that cover the ground like a twitching rug. I see the dismembered bodies of Hunters, Thralls, and even a few Rivka. After a few minutes of searching, I do something that I have only done twice before. Something that caused her to warrant only the worst of the punishments I suffered at her hands. I call her name.
“Dido.” I whisper.
I stand in silence as I wait for the pressure to begin. I start sweating, shaking, quaking in anticipation. But it doesn’t come. Instead, I see a shift among the bodies and one lone, shaking hand raise.
I rush over and uncover her. She looks pale and her mouth is covered in blood. She is shaking and winces in pain as I pull her from the pile. I lay her flat on the cold stone floor. I notice the hole in her chest and the stake buried at the bottom.
I begin to panic and look back to the circle for help. It’s empty, and now the only thing I am surrounded by is death and silence. I feel her hand caress my face. It’s freezing. She pulls my face towards hers and I stare into her jet-black eyes.
“My sweet..” She coughs weakly and I feel it all leave. All the hate, the rage that I carried for so many years, the murderous thoughts, the plans, the schemes, the maybes, the almost. Now I stare down the only thing that gave me a purpose.
“You’re wounded, save your strength, don’t try to talk” I rasp out as I pull the stake out and formulate a plan to get us out of here. I hear them again, the stamping of feet, the clambering of equipment, the shouting of men who are out for blood. There’s more this time, no doubt to come and reinforce their attack party. They’re maybe a mile out and closing.
“You need to leave.” She says as she runs her fingers through my hair.
“I’m not leaving you.” I say firmly, reassuring both her and myself.
“I’m not asking.” She says, as her hands begin to close.
“I don’t care, I’m not going to leave you here for these animals to take you, I don’t care what you do, I don’t care how much it hurts. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’m going to stay.”
An eternity passes and a smile flashes across her face.
“Drink.” She says, holding her wrist to my mouth.
“What?”
“You will become true born, more powerful than you can imagine.” She says, pressing her skin against my lips.
“It is forbidden.” I say.
“You’re ready.”
It is then when it hits me. This is it. These final minutes. These would be the last few moments that she spends. I then remember my promise. I would be the one to end her.
Without a second thought I bite. I feel her entering me. Drop by drop. I taste every single thing she ever did, her wants, her needs, her fears. My vision begins to blur as I relive her life. Thousands of years in less than a second, every emotion she ever felt, everything she ever thought.
She goes still and I lift my mouth. My body feels. Different. I can feel a new power coursing through my system and intense pain as the rest of my molars are shoved from their place and my mouth is filled completely with fangs. I am now true born, slave to no one. The true top of the food chain. My sight is filled with strange visions. Seconds. Minutes into the future. Different futures. They converge on one spot. The mouth of the cave. I can hear them. They’ve slowed their advance, moving more cautiously as they survey the chaos of the previous battle. I face the mouth of the cave and fall to my knees, preparing to meet them. What will they think as they begin to separate? They’re final thoughts as I tear them apart?
It doesn’t matter. It is time to feed.
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“Hurry” I hear her say.
I shrug her hand off and continue my meal. I then hear her voice next to my ear.
“That’s enough.” Her voice has some bite to it, enough for me to realize that the fun is over, and it was time to go.
I place my hand on the top of his head, get a solid grip, and then twist my wrist. His life ends with a wet snap and the light leaves his eyes.
I stand naked in front of the mirror. My muscles coil and ripple as I flex them as my body contorts at will, my skin is milky white, without blemish or freckle. My teeth and claws are sharp enough to cut through any material, and I take a gander into my eyes. Two pits of absolute darkness. I am perfect. The culmination of thousands of years of evolution into the ultimate hunter. The apex predator. It is with sadness that I have to pervert this perfection in order to blend in with the welp that have the audacity to claim rule of this planet. I begin to change in order to continue blending in with these vermin. My skin begins to darken until I stop glowing, and I become a more human shade. My teeth begin to fall out as the molars and incisors push them from my mouth and my smile grows into something that can disarm them. My pupils shrink and are then surrounded by a red ring as the iris grows. The final touch is the hair. I feel it itch and then burn across my scalp. A carpet of Jet-black grows across my head in a matter of minutes. While I find the human form absolutely revolting, to them I am irresistible, akin to something that could be found in one of their Hollywood movies. It makes the hunt easier in the modern age. It causes a sense of melancholy for me. In the old times I never needed to change for them. They came on their quests to come and slay the horrid beasts that inhabited their lands and didn’t fear death. Their twisted sense of honor and duty made them easy and, at some points, fun. Some of them put up a mighty fight. Even when it ended the same way every time, it still made me want. No longer. There are no warriors that are eager to prove themselves against a true challenge in the name of their kings or gods. Now I have to work. Now the human chattel must be lured, put at ease, and then slaughtered.
I hear the door creak.
“That’s new.” She says as she presses her body onto my back and wraps her arms around me.
“Which part.” I ask as I grab her arms and pull her closer to me.
“The hair” she says, as she runs her hands along my shoulders and up my neck.
In the millennia that I’ve known her, I have learned to love her. I have learned to hate her. I have learned to live. I have learned to die. I have learned what it means to be perfect. I have learned what it means to be truly flawed.
She is my master. Every time she touches me, for a brief moment I am taken back to the square where I first met her, and she tied me to her as her servant.
I’m lying on my back. The hole in my stomach has grown numb as the cold begins to take me. I look over to see the broken arrow in my left shoulder. I look to the sky and see the smoke billow into the clouds as the birds flee. I can hear the muffled voices of the wounded and dying around me, the distant clangs of swords, the heavy crashes of iron on wood, as it splinters as the axe’s crash into shields and men. I try to pray but my mind has become clouded with fog as I realize that my pleas for heaven would fall on deaf ears. I wiggle my fingers and am pleasantly surprised that I can still move them. I try and lift my arms. Agony fills my being, but it is an agony that I can bear as I crawl towards a pillar so that I can see some form of spectacle before I meet my end. I sit up and look at the sight. The fall of my home, what you would know as Constantinople. I see a man standing on top of a barricade waving the imperial banner, only for him to be cut down by the invaders. Men, Women, and Children run amok, trying to escape the anarchy only to be hacked apart or captured. Nobody understood what was happening or why it was happening. We had weathered the Saracen storm for centuries. A bullwork against the Sultan attempting to make his invasion into the north. These men weren’t Saracens. They were Christians. I still don’t understand. I wasn’t of noble birth; therefore, I wasn’t entitled to ask questions on the matter, nor was I smart enough to understand the political ambitions of the powerful. Centuries later I would read why they destroyed my home. It was the nature of humans. Greed would always lead to bloodshed throughout the course of their circular history. In that moment I understood what failure looked like in its most complete form. I had failed to protect what I had sworn my life to. Everything I knew and loved was lost in a night, and in those final moments I felt truly empty. That’s when I saw her for the first time. Walking through the carnage as if she were out for a stroll to the market. The invaders run past her, as if she wasn’t even there. It was then she meets my eyes. Even though we are separated by the square, the bodies, and the fires, I can still feel those eyes, The red rings, swallowed as her pupils grow and become black as tar, drilling into my soul, analyzing everything I had ever done and everything that I was going to do. She begins to walk towards me, flowing through the scene like a specter, the same bored smile cresting her face that would never leave as long as I’ve known her. The smile is terrifying, as her seemingly perfect teeth grow into jagged white fangs. She sits next to me like a child who wants to play a game.
“Hello.” I hear her say, her voice clear as if I could hear it in my head.
I try to speak but I realize that my mouth is filled with blood and the only sound I can make is a wet cough and a wheeze. I don’t know why but I reach my hand out, and to my surprise she takes it and lets it rest in her lap.
“Do you want to live?” I hear her speak again, as she gently caresses my hand.
“Y-Yes.” I manage to choke out. My throat is dry, and it is difficult to speak.
She turns to face me. Her black eyes are reflective pits, and her face wears a look of amusement as she licks each and every one of her fangs.
“And what would you be willing to do to live through this.” Her voice has changed. It is now something more primal, wild, and evil.
“Anything” I say, as the black spots in my vision begin to grow and cover my sight. I can feel the cold spread over my body.
“Very well.” She says as I feel her cover my body and her teeth finding a home in my neck.
Even after a thousand years, the wound feels as fresh as the day she gave it to me. I stand there and I feel her grip tighten as she hugs me and runs her hands over my chest.
“You’ve been getting more audacious.” she says releasing me and placing her hand on the small of my back. I find myself unable to formulate a response as I lose control of my body. Not again. Please don’t let it happen again. I’m pushed to my knees by a weight that is so heavy it feels like my bones are about to turn to powder. She stands above me, placing a clawed finger under my chin and bringing my eyes to meet hers, she hasn’t changed them back, the black holes continue to swallow me. I feel her cut into my skin as I struggle to keep my head up.
“Rember what you are.” She says as I begin to grunt under the pressure.
“You are mine. You do what I bid. Don’t think because we’ve been attached to each other for all this time that I will hesitate to put you down.” She continues, As the pressure increases, and I feel her claw digging into my throat.
“I-“I manage to clench out as my newly grown teeth begin to break from the strain.
“You?” She says, her empty face briefly crosses with curiosity.
“I understand.” I whisper. I can feel my shoulders begin to dislocate and my clavicle turn inward as I am driven against the hard stone floor.
Her eyes soften and I feel the pressure relent.
“Oh, you know I can’t hurt you when you look at me like that” she says as she drifts to her knees and puts her face inches from mine. I stare back at her, trying to mask the hatred in my heart.
“I just don’t think you understand how much I care for you is all. When I tell you that its time to leave, then we leave. It isn’t up for discussion, argument, or debate. One day you will understand, but until then I have to keep you under the yoke.”
She cups her face with my hands, and I see the black begin to shrink and the red circles trace around her pupils. She kisses me deeply, stands, and then leaves me on my knees. I begin to regain feeling in my limbs, and the bones and tendons snap back into place. It is then when I am filled with emotion that I have learned all too well throughout my time. Hate. I hate her. I hate being her puppet, her slave, and I make myself a promise. Should the opportunity present itself, I shall be the one to take her life.
I leave the bathroom and join her again in the common area.
“There is a tribunal tomorrow night.” She says glancing up from her phone to look at me. She’s transferred back into human form, and looks completely unimposing, her short and petite physique, complete with her dark red hair, something that would disarm even the most veteran hunter. She’s used the trick before on hunts, using her seduction and other subtle skills to her advantage. I on the other hand prefer the more direct approach. While I’ve used my fair share of the more devious methods to secure a meal, there is something inside me that feels so right about watching these worms realize how weak they truly are before meeting their end at my hands.
“That’s strange, this is the 2nd one this year.” I say, as I make my way over to the alcohol pantry and begin to make myself a drink. I decide on the Bowmore and begin to pour 2 glasses.
“Yes, I want you present as well, they’re calling in everyone from this side of the country.” She says, taking the glass and having a sip. I take a swig from mine. Say what you will about the humans, they know how to make some damn fine liquor.
“Any idea what its about?” I ask, finishing the drink and pouring another.
“I think it’s the rise of hunter activity on the east coast.”
“Oh no, a bunch of humans running around with crosses trying to vanquish the demons that haunt their villages.” I say, sarcastically placing my hands over my chest.
“As amusing as I find it, its in response to the attacks in the west, they managed to burn down a whole community in New Mexico, the Californians are also getting more exposure in their response to these attacks.”
“I’m still confused as to what that has to do with us.”
“I assume its for another call for clan unification, as unlikely as that is.”
I snort a laugh. A call for unification wasn’t just unlikely. It was impossible. The western clans made that clear after the war, killing over a hundred eastern vampires in Mississippi. While we made peace and 20 years have passed, there is still no love lost between the 2 sides.
“Either way, we’ve been called to attend, and I’ll need you there in case things get… messy.” She says, caressing my cheek.
You would think that the meeting of the most powerful trueborn vampires in the United States would be in a location with more Panache, and you would be dead wrong. The cliché of meeting in a castle or a mansion was actually an ingenuous play in order to keep the humans in the dark of our truer nature. Instead, we meet in the woods, the swamps, the caves, and tunnels. The places where they don’t think the powerful lurk.
We step onto the porch of the cabin and open the door. From there we are greeted by two thralls carrying assault rifles.
“Identification ma’am.” One says, not moving from his post.
She opens her hand and draws a line across it, which opens a thin cut in her palm. She then places her hand over his and lets a few drops of blood fall. He licks his hand clean and then grows very wary.
“Apologies Mistress. We can’t be too careful nowadays.” He says with a slight bow.
“I understand, but please try not to take up anymore of our time, we are in a bit of a hurry.” She says as she licks her hand, the wound healing almost instantly.
They step aside and we make our way to the cave entrance. Its barely wide enough for me to stand, let alone walk, and so we are forced to stoop.
We make our way through the cave system, weaving in and out of passages and underground river systems. The cave system finally opens to the pit, a mass cavernous space, and in the center, a circle filled with the council. On the far wall of the cavern stands the tower, and carved in stone, the hierarchy. At the top a full set of teeth, symbolizing “true born”, vampires who were born of two vampires. Underneath, a set of 6 teeth, my class, “Rivka”, were taken by a true vampire. Below that is the set of 2 teeth “Thralls”, mindless beasts controlled by their hunger and the boot of the hierarchy.
She stands at the edge of the circle, joined by the 3 other true bloods, behind them stand their Rivka and Thrall bodyguards, heavily armed and wearily analyzing each other. While it was discouraged for a fight to break out in these meetings, it wasn’t uncommon that blood would be shed between Rival parties. The other true bloods brought dozens of their soldiers, each with centuries of experience in combat, while I stand alone at my masters side.
“They’ve been getting more brazen, we had them at our mercy not even a decade ago”- An ancient voice rasps from under a Jet-black hood from the far side of the circle.
“That’s always been your problem Bogdan, you’ve become so blinded by your own influence that you can’t conceive of the mud born acting on their own.” Another says, annoyance clearly reflected in her tone.
“Of course, you’re terrified of the vermin Isabelle, you were forced out of Spain centuries ago, while I never let them get so powerful.” Bogdan says, hacking out a laugh that sounds like steel over a whetstone.
“Watch your tone Veneti, before I remove your tongue.” Isabella says, rising to her feet.
“Claim it, it will be the last thing you try to do.” As Bogdan spreads his arms and his claws begin to grow on the tips of his fingers.
I hear growls, the cocking of firearms, and the drawing of swords and knives as the Rival entourages prepare for a fight. They begin to shed their human facades, and change, turning into monsters in a matter of seconds. I step in front my master and draw my own weapons, my gladius and H and K. I flip the safety off, and time begins to slow down. I feel the pressure in my mouth as my human teeth are pushed from my gums to be replaced by my fangs.
She begins to laugh. It’s not a harsh or mean-spirited laugh, but a genuine belly laugh, as if she heard a reference to an inside joke that only she knew the meaning of. The laugh grows in volume until it is the only sound that can be heard in the pit.
“Is something funny Dido?” I hear a voice from the far end of the pit. The figure and his entourage haven’t risen, even among the commotion. They remain kneeling, no doubt gripping their weapons, ready to mop up the slaughter that was about to take place.
“No Itzcoatl, nothing at all” she says as she continues laughing.
Bogdan and Isabelle stare daggers into her as she finally composes herself.
“It’s just funny that we still let these little spats erupt while our kind is being killed in the hundreds.” She says with a slight giggle.
“None of us are immortal, and these humans are getting more clever, more organized, while it might not be on the levels of the Expulsion or Diaspora, we need to take heed and deal with the threat. We’ve been doing their work for them with our division, all they need to do now is conquer.” She says as her eyes become stony. She steps in front of me and into the center of the circle.
“How ironic. You speak of unity when you have nothing to contribute. You want war but you have no armies. What exactly do you plan to do.” Isabelle mumbles as she spits her human teeth on the ground.
“Just because I don’t keep my dogs on a leash doesn’t mean they aren’t hard at work. I’ve placed them near the heart of our enemies. In their organizations, their churches, their homes. They have given me the information that has kept us all alive, and more importantly, 2 steps ahead of them. So please, for your sake, do not question my intelligence again.” She says.
They open the circle as if a prophet has entered the caves.
“They have united. Their churches have joined their organizations. They work together and keep us separated. This is the time to join forces and call the Unification.”
The Silence grows as the air begins to relax and the weapons are put away. I then begin to hear it. A distant thump. At first, I think it’s just the wind, but the thump grows and gains speed and volume. I’m not the only one either and we all focus our ears to hear the sound.
“It’s not possible” I hear Bogdan rasp.
“We are betrayed.” I hear Itzcoatl whisper in shock.
I then hear the unmistakable pops of gunfire. The tunnel entrance is over two miles of winding twists and river systems from the cave, but it won’t take them long to figure out the way here. If what Itzcoatl said was true, then they already know where to look.
“WE MUST LEAVE. BEFORE THEY BURN US OUT.” I hear Isabella gasp, straining to keep the panic from her voice as she begins moving towards the opposite end of the pit.
“We will stand and fight, no mongrel will end my line today.” I hear Bogdan retort indignantly as he moves to intercept her.
“If they found us, you can bet that they blessed the river systems. The only way out is through.” I hear Itzcoatl say, he draws his Tomahawk and twirls it in his hand.
“We have the darkness on our side, no human can see in these caves. They are in our territory, let us show them why we are the dominant species.” He continues and waves his hand, backing into the stones with his entourage, taking up positions in the ceiling and behind the stalactites. The others follow suit and we prepare our ambush.
It isn’t long before we begin to hear them. Smell them. Taste them. Their odor, their feelings, their fear. They aren’t our typical prey, the fear is dulled by their adrenaline and experience, their steps are more measured and deliberate, they move almost silently, with the only obvious noise being their equipment.
“Hunters.” I hear her voice in my head.
“Lots of them” I respond in turn.
They move into the pit, they carry night vision, stakes, and Shotguns. The holy cross carved into their chest plates and helmets. My head begins the dull quake if I focus on it for too long. It won’t save them. While they’ll prove to be a challenge, this won’t be the end of me. Hunters are used to fighting thralls, rooting them out in their dens and houses. I feel a smile cut across my face. We wait until the entire raiding party enters the pit. They outnumber us 3 to 1. They didn’t bring nearly enough.
“COME THEN PALNKAYO. WE ARE STARVING”. Itzcoatl howls and leaps from his spot in the spikes.
They all look up in shock as we descend. A blanket of teeth, claws, swords, and gunfire falls upon the hapless vermin as they begin to comprehend their folly. I must say, their reaction time is impressive, and in less than a second, they begin their counterattack. The air around us erupts into flames.
“DRAGONS BREATH” I hear a thrall shout and then begin to scream as his body catches fire and he hits the floor, writhing in agony until a hunter finishes him with a stake through his head. The hunter is dispatched by a Rivka, Antonio, who sends a kick into the hunters head with so much force that it flies off his shoulders. I land on the ground, roll, and drive my gladius through the stomach of one, and using his body as a shield to put down another two with my pistol.
Shrieks morph into death rattles into silence before you can comprehend what exactly you heard. For my kind it is agonizingly slow. The hunters train to try and counter our movements and reflexes by they can’t counter our cognition. When time moves at a snails pace you have all the time in the world to plan your next move, and this makes combat into something more akin to a game rather than survival. As I watch my shots connect to the bodies, their flesh rippling and hearing the sound of their organs rupture, I see Itzcoatl land in front of me and take 3 hunters out at once, moving with the grace of a homicidal ballerina, movements so easy that he can’t contain the smile on his face. I see Bogdan and Isabella take on their own hunters with similar efficiency and soon the room goes from its crescendo of noise and violence to a deafening silence that makes the concept of sound seem like a far removed myth, save for the whimpers of the wounded and dying. The fight is over almost as quickly as it begins, a hurricane of screams and blood as the dozens of combatants fall in a matter of extended seconds. To the untrained eye, it A blur of motion moving in a dizzying rhythm, a liquid dance of thrusts, parries, gunfire, displaced limbs, and organs.
The true borns meet in the circle, Itzcoatl walks with a limp to the center, reaches down, and pulls a stake from his thigh, observes it with mild amusement and then tosses it over his shoulder as if it were a toy. Bogdan tears a piece of cloth from his robe and wraps it around what’s left of his right arm. Half of Isabellas face is burned off, and I see the charcoal black muscle and bone contract as she tries to speak.
“Th- Theeee…” She then falls back into silence, realizing that the effort required to talk would not be worth the energy. I notice that she isn’t among them. I feel my pulse begin to quicken again. I scan the ground, the walls, the ceiling. I feel my soul begin to wail.
I can’t find her. I search through the bodies that cover the ground like a twitching rug. I see the dismembered bodies of Hunters, Thralls, and even a few Rivka. After a few minutes of searching, I do something that I have only done twice before. Something that caused her to warrant only the worst of the punishments I suffered at her hands. I call her name.
“Dido.” I whisper.
I stand in silence as I wait for the pressure to begin. I start sweating, shaking, quaking in anticipation. But it doesn’t come. Instead, I see a shift among the bodies and one lone, shaking hand raise.
I rush over and uncover her. She looks pale and her mouth is covered in blood. She is shaking and winces in pain as I pull her from the pile. I lay her flat on the cold stone floor. I notice the hole in her chest and the stake buried at the bottom.
I begin to panic and look back to the circle for help. It’s empty, and now the only thing I am surrounded by is death and silence. I feel her hand caress my face. It’s freezing. She pulls my face towards hers and I stare into her jet-black eyes.
“My sweet..” She coughs weakly and I feel it all leave. All the hate, the rage that I carried for so many years, the murderous thoughts, the plans, the schemes, the maybes, the almost. Now I stare down the only thing that gave me a purpose.
“You’re wounded, save your strength, don’t try to talk” I rasp out as I pull the stake out and formulate a plan to get us out of here. I hear them again, the stamping of feet, the clambering of equipment, the shouting of men who are out for blood. There’s more this time, no doubt to come and reinforce their attack party. They’re maybe a mile out and closing.
“You need to leave.” She says as she runs her fingers through my hair.
“I’m not leaving you.” I say firmly, reassuring both her and myself.
“I’m not asking.” She says, as her hands begin to close.
“I don’t care, I’m not going to leave you here for these animals to take you, I don’t care what you do, I don’t care how much it hurts. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’m going to stay.”
An eternity passes and a smile flashes across her face.
“Drink.” She says, holding her wrist to my mouth.
“What?”
“You will become true born, more powerful than you can imagine.” She says, pressing her skin against my lips.
“It is forbidden.” I say.
“You’re ready.”
It is then when it hits me. This is it. These final minutes. These would be the last few moments that she spends. I then remember my promise. I would be the one to end her.
Without a second thought I bite. I feel her entering me. Drop by drop. I taste every single thing she ever did, her wants, her needs, her fears. My vision begins to blur as I relive her life. Thousands of years in less than a second, every emotion she ever felt, everything she ever thought.
She goes still and I lift my mouth. My body feels. Different. I can feel a new power coursing through my system and intense pain as the rest of my molars are shoved from their place and my mouth is filled completely with fangs. I am now true born, slave to no one. The true top of the food chain. My sight is filled with strange visions. Seconds. Minutes into the future. Different futures. They converge on one spot. The mouth of the cave. I can hear them. They’ve slowed their advance, moving more cautiously as they survey the chaos of the previous battle. I face the mouth of the cave and fall to my knees, preparing to meet them. What will they think as they begin to separate? They’re final thoughts as I tear them apart?
It doesn’t matter. It is time to feed.
2024.03.04 17:04 Remarkable-Tea470 Caterina Wiggles fertility journey
TW Pregnancy
I came across this in the news and thought I’d share as I haven’t seen it posted.
Caterina is a member of The Wiggles (popular children’s musical group, Australia) and just announced her pregnancy as a SMBC at 43 with twin girls using IVF and donor conception.
I think we all know how isolating this experience can be and the feeling when public figures fall pregnant in their 40s seemingly without assistance (which is absolutely their right to keep private, of course). But I thought it was lovely that she used her platform and announcement to normalize the experience.
https://au.lifestyle.yahoo.com/the-wiggles-star-announces-pregnancy-with-twin-girls-two-little-miracles-000129124.html
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I came across this in the news and thought I’d share as I haven’t seen it posted.
Caterina is a member of The Wiggles (popular children’s musical group, Australia) and just announced her pregnancy as a SMBC at 43 with twin girls using IVF and donor conception.
I think we all know how isolating this experience can be and the feeling when public figures fall pregnant in their 40s seemingly without assistance (which is absolutely their right to keep private, of course). But I thought it was lovely that she used her platform and announcement to normalize the experience.
https://au.lifestyle.yahoo.com/the-wiggles-star-announces-pregnancy-with-twin-girls-two-little-miracles-000129124.html
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2024.03.01 15:43 ThrowraRefFalse2010 Anthony's singing
Hey everyone, I just watched a bit of the performance the wiggles did at the Crocs place and I saw itnwas only John, Caterina, Anthony, and Tsehay (I'm trying to remember her song where they spell her name and I am struggling so if I got it wrong, please correct me lol) And I heard some people mention Anthony's voice now versus his voice wheb he was younger, but I never heard it. And I know have heard the raspy singing voice at that performance. At first I was like "who is that" and then I remembered.
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2024.03.01 02:18 abjinternational Caterina Mete, the Red Wiggle, Makes First Appearance Since Pregnancy Announcement, Receives Babygrows on Radio Show
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2024.02.29 07:10 OnChildrenbyKGibran Caterina of the Wiggles, better known as Red, just announced her pregnancy as a single mother by choice.
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2024.02.27 07:42 2468laurakate New red wiggle predictions!
So excited for Caterina - she’ll be a great mum. I’m curious as to everyone’s predictions for the line up once she leaves. Do you think they’ll simply replace her - maybe Dom? Or could this be the trigger to go back to 4 wiggles and retire some of the older ones out. I think John, Tsahai and Lucia will be in the line up moving forward no matter what.
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2024.02.26 22:40 abjinternational Caterina Mete, Red Wiggle, reveals she is expecting twin girls through IVF with anonymous donor: 'Feeling incredibly grateful'
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2024.02.17 07:31 moviesounds101 What was on YTV approx. 20 years ago (in Spring 2004)?
(listed in alphabetical order)
2030 C.E.
All Grown Up!
Are You Being Served?
Astro Boy
Beasties
Beyblade
Big Wolf on Campus
The Boy
Breaker High
Care Bears
ChalkZone
Dexter's Laboratory
Digimon
D'Myna Leagues
Dragon Ball
Dragon Ball GT
Dragon Ball Z
Duel Masters
The Fairly OddParents
Flying Rhino Junior High
Freaky Stories
Fries with That?
Gamerz
George Shrinks
Girlstuff/Boystuff
Girlz TV
Hamtaro
Heavy Gear
He-Man and the Masters of the Universe (2002)
Hey Arnold!
Incredible Story Studio
Inu Yasha
Jackie Chan Adventures
Jacob Two-Two
Jimmy Neutron
Justice League
Keeping Up Appearances
Knights of the Zodiac
Martin Mystery
Medabots
Mental Block
Mona the Vampire
Monster by Mistake
Moville Mysteries
My Family
My Life as a Teenage Robot
Mystery Hunters
The New Addams Family
New Woody Woodpecker
Pingu
Pokemon
The Powerpuff Girls
Radio Active
Ready or Not
ReBoot
Road Scholars
Rugrats
Rupert
Samurai Jack
Seven Little Monsters
Spider-Man (2003)
SpongeBob SquarePants
Stickin' Around
Stuart Little
Super Duper Sumos
Superfriends
System Crash
Teen Titans
Thunderbirds
Timeblazers
Transformers: Energon
Uh Oh!
Video & Arcade Top 10
Warp
X-Men: Evolution
YTV's Hit List
Yu-Gi-Oh!
Yvon of the Yukon
Zixx: Level One
(interstitial programming) Chip'n Orbit Dinga Elliot Moose [7m] Everyday Heroes Nanalan' Nelvana clips Stickin' Around [int]
and for all those that were infants at the time, or had younger siblings, or just liked watching unironically, here was Treehouse (YTV's preschool spinoff) at the same time:
4 Square
The Adventures of Dudley the Dragon
Anatole
Angelina Ballerina
Ants in Your Pants
Babar
Barney
Bear in the Big Blue House
The Berenstain Bears
The Big Comfy Couch
The Bittles
Blue's Clues
Bob the Builder
Boohbah
Corduroy
Crazy Quilt
Dora the Explorer
Igloo-Gloo
Kleo the Misfit Unicorn
Little Bear
Little Grey Rabbit
Madeline
Max & Ruby
Mighty Machines
The Mole Sisters
Oswald
Pumper Pups
Rubbadubbers
Thomas & Friends
Timothy Goes to School
Tipi Tales
The Toy Castle
Treetown
Wee 3
The Wiggles
Wimzie's House
Wumpa's World
[Saturday's Special; one of the following four miniseries on a single weekly rotation] Peter Rabbit & Friends Brambly Hedge Percy the Park Keeper Faeries
(interstitial programming) Bob the Builder [Mini Adventures] Grandma, Look What I Found I Can Do It! Jellabies Judy & David's Boombox Land O'Hands Max the Cat Miffy and Friends The Mole Sisters [5m] My Special Book Osbert & Cush Pablo the Little Red Fox Pet Squad The Toy Castle [Time to Dance] Wanna Play? The Wiggles [Let's Wiggle]
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2030 C.E.
All Grown Up!
Are You Being Served?
Astro Boy
Beasties
Beyblade
Big Wolf on Campus
The Boy
Breaker High
Care Bears
ChalkZone
Dexter's Laboratory
Digimon
D'Myna Leagues
Dragon Ball
Dragon Ball GT
Dragon Ball Z
Duel Masters
The Fairly OddParents
Flying Rhino Junior High
Freaky Stories
Fries with That?
Gamerz
George Shrinks
Girlstuff/Boystuff
Girlz TV
Hamtaro
Heavy Gear
He-Man and the Masters of the Universe (2002)
Hey Arnold!
Incredible Story Studio
Inu Yasha
Jackie Chan Adventures
Jacob Two-Two
Jimmy Neutron
Justice League
Keeping Up Appearances
Knights of the Zodiac
Martin Mystery
Medabots
Mental Block
Mona the Vampire
Monster by Mistake
Moville Mysteries
My Family
My Life as a Teenage Robot
Mystery Hunters
The New Addams Family
New Woody Woodpecker
Pingu
Pokemon
The Powerpuff Girls
Radio Active
Ready or Not
ReBoot
Road Scholars
Rugrats
Rupert
Samurai Jack
Seven Little Monsters
Spider-Man (2003)
SpongeBob SquarePants
Stickin' Around
Stuart Little
Super Duper Sumos
Superfriends
System Crash
Teen Titans
Thunderbirds
Timeblazers
Transformers: Energon
Uh Oh!
Video & Arcade Top 10
Warp
X-Men: Evolution
YTV's Hit List
Yu-Gi-Oh!
Yvon of the Yukon
Zixx: Level One
(interstitial programming) Chip'n Orbit Dinga Elliot Moose [7m] Everyday Heroes Nanalan' Nelvana clips Stickin' Around [int]
4 Square
The Adventures of Dudley the Dragon
Anatole
Angelina Ballerina
Ants in Your Pants
Babar
Barney
Bear in the Big Blue House
The Berenstain Bears
The Big Comfy Couch
The Bittles
Blue's Clues
Bob the Builder
Boohbah
Corduroy
Crazy Quilt
Dora the Explorer
Igloo-Gloo
Kleo the Misfit Unicorn
Little Bear
Little Grey Rabbit
Madeline
Max & Ruby
Mighty Machines
The Mole Sisters
Oswald
Pumper Pups
Rubbadubbers
Thomas & Friends
Timothy Goes to School
Tipi Tales
The Toy Castle
Treetown
Wee 3
The Wiggles
Wimzie's House
Wumpa's World
[Saturday's Special; one of the following four miniseries on a single weekly rotation] Peter Rabbit & Friends Brambly Hedge Percy the Park Keeper Faeries
(interstitial programming) Bob the Builder [Mini Adventures] Grandma, Look What I Found I Can Do It! Jellabies Judy & David's Boombox Land O'Hands Max the Cat Miffy and Friends The Mole Sisters [5m] My Special Book Osbert & Cush Pablo the Little Red Fox Pet Squad The Toy Castle [Time to Dance] Wanna Play? The Wiggles [Let's Wiggle]
2024.02.16 23:51 aelizabeth27 I'm trying to understand the Sam appeal
I watched the Wiggles with my nephew back in the early 00s, and we loved Sam's appearances. My nephew had aged out by the time Sam took over for Greg, so I never saw the Sam era... until now.
My own toddler has fallen in love with the Wiggles, so we watch videos on YouTube and Amazon. He loves the Emma era (he can't get enough of the Irish songs and Do the Propeller), and really likes Tsehay, Caterina, and John from the new era.
Sam videos are met with a prompt "All done." and hand wave, and I can't say I blame him. So far, I think I've only seen Hot Poppin' Popcorn (cursed fever dream) and Monkey Man. Both are rough to say the least, and Sam just looks so low energy and dead-eyed. This can't be the same Sam Moran who crushed it as Professor Singsalottasonga!
I see so much Sam love on this sub, so surely I must have just caught two duds of songs. What are the S tier Sam songs?
EDIT: Thank you all for recommendations. You Make Me Feel Like Dancing in particular gave a great glimpse at the lively, fun Sam I remembered from the OG Wiggle days. I think he had the misfortune of wearing the skivvy during a period with some rough artistic choices for the group. There's no current or former Wiggle that could have made that godforsaken popcorn song work.
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My own toddler has fallen in love with the Wiggles, so we watch videos on YouTube and Amazon. He loves the Emma era (he can't get enough of the Irish songs and Do the Propeller), and really likes Tsehay, Caterina, and John from the new era.
Sam videos are met with a prompt "All done." and hand wave, and I can't say I blame him. So far, I think I've only seen Hot Poppin' Popcorn (cursed fever dream) and Monkey Man. Both are rough to say the least, and Sam just looks so low energy and dead-eyed. This can't be the same Sam Moran who crushed it as Professor Singsalottasonga!
I see so much Sam love on this sub, so surely I must have just caught two duds of songs. What are the S tier Sam songs?
EDIT: Thank you all for recommendations. You Make Me Feel Like Dancing in particular gave a great glimpse at the lively, fun Sam I remembered from the OG Wiggle days. I think he had the misfortune of wearing the skivvy during a period with some rough artistic choices for the group. There's no current or former Wiggle that could have made that godforsaken popcorn song work.
2024.02.08 18:24 Green_Bar_5138 New Wiggles
The Wiggles released a new video today. I think this new lineup is absolutely fantastic. I love Lachy and John’s chemistry as the Purple Wiggles. Them saying “wow” has me rolling. I’m glad that the Wiggles can live on. I love the Yellow ladies and I also think Caterina is an absolute gem as a Wiggle!
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2024.02.07 02:05 Feeling_Selection996 Hit Entertainment Trailers Menu that should have been
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2023.11.29 02:27 kays731 We love the Wiggles! Wanted to share my thoughts as a “new” fan.
Me and my little one love the original wiggles. I grew up as a casual fan and now I really appreciate them because my daughter loves the songs and I actually really enjoy them. I sing them in the car long after my baby has fallen asleep.
Greg is so cute, even now. He just has such a sweet smile and seems so genuine. It’s a shame about his health problems. I really love his voice and I have been listening to his Christmas album.
I love Anthony’s original goofiness. He used to be so dorky and funny. Every time I see his older videos, especially “here comes the snake, slithering along” his motions crack me up. He jumped SO high for the kangaroo. I love it.
I wish I could love the new wiggles. I really like the early Emma era and we added “Do the Propeller” to our playlist but most of the new stuff I really don’t “love.” Lachy and Simon are both great singers and I think it worked better when there was just 4 wiggles but now there’s a lot of voices and none of them are particularly good, except maybe Lucia. I love watching Tsehay and John but I don’t love either of their voices. I don’t really like Evie, she looks like she would rather be anywhere else. She’s a beautiful dancer though. I love Caterina, I just wish they wouldn’t do her hair like that.
I was wondering if the live show would be worth it since we are mostly fans of the original songs that they don’t seem to do anymore (at least on YouTube.) Anyways these are just opinions of a new fan and aren’t meant to offend!
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Greg is so cute, even now. He just has such a sweet smile and seems so genuine. It’s a shame about his health problems. I really love his voice and I have been listening to his Christmas album.
I love Anthony’s original goofiness. He used to be so dorky and funny. Every time I see his older videos, especially “here comes the snake, slithering along” his motions crack me up. He jumped SO high for the kangaroo. I love it.
I wish I could love the new wiggles. I really like the early Emma era and we added “Do the Propeller” to our playlist but most of the new stuff I really don’t “love.” Lachy and Simon are both great singers and I think it worked better when there was just 4 wiggles but now there’s a lot of voices and none of them are particularly good, except maybe Lucia. I love watching Tsehay and John but I don’t love either of their voices. I don’t really like Evie, she looks like she would rather be anywhere else. She’s a beautiful dancer though. I love Caterina, I just wish they wouldn’t do her hair like that.
I was wondering if the live show would be worth it since we are mostly fans of the original songs that they don’t seem to do anymore (at least on YouTube.) Anyways these are just opinions of a new fan and aren’t meant to offend!
2023.11.25 06:29 tonymagoni New Wiggles Fan Thoughts
Hi all,
My son and I discovered The Wiggles a few months ago, and I just finished the documentary. I have thoughts:
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My son and I discovered The Wiggles a few months ago, and I just finished the documentary. I have thoughts:
- We discovered the new Wiggles first, so I certainly don't hate them, but having now gone and watched the OG stuff that's online it does feel like they lost the plot somewhere mid-Emma. Early Simon/Emma/Lochy actually feels very OG, but then it gets... odd? And certainly abandons the "dances kids can emulate" schtick. The new new cast's stuff is better, but feels impersonal (again, compared to the OG)
- The documentary makes me think Anthony is a bit of a Steve Jobs character. Everyone gives him credit for what he did to make the group, and he's no doubt talented, but it feels like everyone is also kind of just afraid of him and/or doesn't like him. In particular, the Sam situation and Jeff, Greg and Murray all quitting at once really have me thinking he's a bit unpleasant.
- Does Anthony not like Captain Feathersword? Dude has been with them since the real early days and he not only seems to have little to do in the new stuff (understandable to a degree since he's old) but he's in the documentary for all of like 10 seconds! I swear the Captain had more screen time in some of those videos than the Wiggles themselves!
- And speaking of side characters, why is Henry now speechless?
- Bok is lame. He'd be great for the OG crew, but now that everything is super-polished a sock puppet is too low-effort.
- Tsehay is incredible to watch
- I hope Caterina was offered the Yellow first and turned it down. She deserved it.
- Did I miss the mention of that Phillip guy who did most of the music in the first album or did they fail to mention him?
2023.10.29 08:24 amymammy05 caterina wiggle
I know this is going to be controversial but Caterina really can not sing? Like she’s an incredible dancer, and I can appreciate that she’s been with the wiggles for years but I really don’t think she can sing. I think they’re better off having the other wiggles sing
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