Monday, November 30, 2020

Dinosaurs Don't Wear Glasses

Dinosaurs Don't Wear Glasses

 

the me

i was told i was always supposed to be

'cause it wasn't about me

what others want to see

their own fallacies

a thousand times to be

a wasted legacy

to a disappointed sea

whispering to me

this isn't how it should be

this isn't who i should be

a failure at being me

because potentially

there's so much more to me

then the failure that we see

never will i be

free

Friday, November 27, 2020

LH Short Story: Dad

Lost Humanity Short Story

This story is provided for free by H.S. Kallinger as part of the Lost Humanity universe.
Timing: toward the end of Bridges, shortly before Eva's fifth birthday.
Content Warnings: infidelitous thoughts, ableist language


Dad


Stupid dreams. Why did Sarah have to be gone when I woke up today? Why did I have to keep having these dreams? I'd been awake for an hour, and I was still miserably horny. I couldn't close my eyes without seeing long, red hair that definitely didn't belong to my wife and I definitely didn't need to be thinking about. All day. All fucking day, I'd dreamed...
I erased the search I'd just made. I didn't need to look at his Facebook page. I'd set mine to hidden after he sent me the friend request, but after days of waffling turned into weeks, I'd accepted it. He didn't post a lot. He'd picked up Bitstrips from me, though, before it was shut down. His strips seemed lonely, somehow.
He couldn't see any of my posts of the kids or specifics of my daily life. I had those locked away from all my friends except Sarah, Lukas, Jamie, Bonnie, Mom, Steve, and a couple other people I really trusted. Mom never interacted with anything, but she talked to me about what she read on my social media, so I knew her lurking game was on point. Steve didn't interact either, though he messaged me through the site plenty.
I saw Vincent's name liking one of Lukas's NASA posts and got annoyed. He was the only one of Lukas's pets that actually interacted with his Facebook posts. This was at least his second account, too. He'd deleted the first, and when he did, all his old comments vanished. I didn't like that it gave me mixed feelings. I was mostly happy not to see him on everything Lukas did, but there was also some sadness that someone could just disappear like that. Even if I didn't like him, Lukas and Sarah did. His posts to Sarah had poofed, too.
He hadn't been saying much to anyone lately. I was sometimes tempted to send him a friend request just to see what kind of shit he posted on a friends filter, but that was just being nosy. I commented on the picture. It was beautiful. Lukas's love of space photography was always a nice sight on my timeline. Lukas only commented on people's posts. He never 'liked' anything. And most of the time, he posted in German, even when replying to posts that were in English. I smiled. I loved him so much.
Daddy, what's a damn-pyre?” Eva asked. I looked up from my phone, wondering what the fuck that was supposed to mean. Was it religious? Something about Hell?
What are you reading?” I asked. Sarah had left Eva because she was napping, and Eva had been the one to wake me up when she got up.
This,” she said, holding up the book. It was a children's chapter book, which surprised me.
You're reading this? By yourself?” I asked. She was only four! Yes, her fifth birthday was close, but how was she reading a chapter book at four?
Yes. It says Timmy is a dam-pire. What's that?” she pointed to the word 'dhampir.'
That's dahm-peer,” I said. “Timmy is a dhampir, which means his father is a vampire. See? He's explaining that to Mary right here. 'It's because my dad is a vampire.' Keep reading. It's great to ask, but you should always check the next couple sentences to make sure you don't get the answer first. Also, some people say dam-peer, but the ah version is the most common. Maybe because I've mostly heard European vampires say it. But even the American vampires I know pronounce it with the ah sound. It's only humans that say 'damp.'”
Can I have my book back, please?” she asked, holding out her hand. I rolled my eyes as I handed it back. Well, I'd had two minutes of distraction. Just a few months ago, she was still listening when I gave those lectures. I tried not to let it hurt my feelings. At least she'd only asked for her book back.
Who gave you permission to grow up so fast?” I muttered.
I don't need permission,” she said. “It's my job.”
Your job is to be a kid and play,” I argued.
Shh, Dad. I'm reading,” she said. 'Dad?' What the hell? When did I become just 'Dad?' Oh, I didn't like that. I didn't like it at all. I picked up my phone listlessly, but I didn't turn it back on. “Daddy?”
Yeah?” I replied.
Why are you sad?” she asked. She put her book down and hurried over to hug me.
I'm fine,” I said, taking the hug.
Your face is sad,” she said, pushing on my cheeks to make me smile. I smiled for her.
You're just growing up so fast. I love you. Don't mind me.”
Is it because I called you Dad?” she asked. Damn, she was observant.
I'm not sure I'm ready to be just 'Dad,'” I admitted. She nodded.
Okay. I'll call you Daddy then,” she said. She pushed my bangs away to kiss my forehead. “I'll try not to grow up too fast, too. But I'm still going to read big books.”
You should absolutely read big books,” I said. I hugged her and swung side to side until her squealing giggles hurt my ears too much to continue. I set her down to go back to her book, feeling much better. I glanced at the wound on my arm, which was itching abominably. It looked like it was time to take out the stitches. I'd wait until I wasn't alone with a kid for that. Well, technically, Lukas was home, but he was dead to the world, so he was no use to me. I picked up my phone to distract myself and gave in to the temptation to click on Garret's profile picture. I stared at it. Fuck, he was beautiful. Photographic evidence that I hadn't imagined it stared back at me.
I closed it. I shouldn't do that, dammit. I was already dreaming about him. I had thought I'd gotten the obsessive thoughts about him out when he'd left after turning on Uriah. The dreams had been sporadic, and the daydreams even more so. It hadn't lasted. The closer I got to becoming a vampire, it seemed like I thought about him all the more.
Ugh, becoming a vampire. I really needed to pick a date. My mom's reaction had me depressed, though. I wondered what my dad would have thought? Dad. When had I last called him Daddy? When I was six, maybe? He hadn't been upset when I'd made the switch. If anything, he seemed to like it better. Was it the difference in having a daughter? Or was it that we just had such different feelings about fatherhood? Had he been proud of me when I started chapter books? He wouldn't be proud of me now, choosing to die and become a vampire.
I'm really proud of you, you know that?” I said to Eva. She looked up and smiled.
I'm proud of you, too!” she said. I laughed softly, filled with warmth. I wondered if she knew what that meant. I didn't care. It was so sweet, which was one of all the things I was proud of her for.
I love you, baby,” I said.
I love you, too, Daddy,” she said. She put her book down again and ran over to give me another hug. I took it happily. Even in the middle of a shitty month, this was something I could rely on—my wonderful little girl. I hoped she always knew how happy I was to be her dad.

Eva

Zack
Garret

Wednesday, September 2, 2020

A Demon to Save Me: Sample

The following content is provided for free as a sample of A Demon to Save Me, the first book in the new series set in the Lost Humanity multiverse, by H.S. Kallinger. Please feel free to share this page, but be kind and don't copy and paste the text elsewhere.


(Cover is a draft)



A Demon to Save Me

H.S. Kallinger


A book of Lost Humanity

Book 1



    This story begins the Found Humanity series, which takes place in the Lost Humanity multiverse. It is independent of the series, but it begins in the same universe—or a parallel one.
    The following book contains strong language, suicidal ideation, depictions of violence, self-injury, sex, age gaps, body modifications, drinking and drug use, LGBTQIA-phobia, gender dysphoria, misgendering, and discussions (not depictions on page) of child abuse, fatphobia, assault (SA), teen sex, religion, and racism. This series is trans-positive and spends most of the time on gender euphoria. The sex in this book is not as graphic as the Lost Humanity series, but there is a lot of it. Reader discretion is advised.


(note: not all of this is relevant to this chapter but encompasses the book as a whole)



Chapter One

 

 

Mblood was all over the floor. It smelled like metal and meat. I'd once read a ridiculous vampire book that claimed humans couldn't smell blood. I guess that was true for some? I wasn't human, so I couldn't speak for them as a whole, but my mom had complained about the smell of blood when I'd gashed my head open falling off my bike as a little kid. I liked the smell, always had. Today was no different.

The wound on my thigh matched a few dozen nearly healed scars around it. They were almost invisible unless you had better than human vision. It's why I didn't just use the same spot every time. I used to, and I had a very visible scar from it on my other leg. My dad wasn't ever going to see this part of my legs, so I wasn't worried about anyone finding out about this.

I used the back of my nail to scrape off the last of the blood and rubbed it on the underside of my tongue. The effect was immediate when I pulled my tongue back into my mouth. I wished that it didn't make me hard every time, but I loved the floating and the electric feelings. I'd discovered this by accident when I was fourteen and cut myself instead of the sandwich I'd just made and stuck my finger in my mouth.

My parents had always jumped to prevent me from getting blood in my mouth. Lost teeth got paper towels stuck in the gap right away. Bloody lips and noses were treated with care. I appreciated that I'd never been exposed to it when I was younger. Honestly, I wished I hadn't let curiosity win when I was fourteen. I was already a horny mess. The blood high made it worse.

I didn't tell anyone. Who would I tell? My parents? Oh, hell no. My sister? We're not close enough, and she's older than my mom anyway. Not that you can tell. Mom's thirty-six. Andria's forty. Mom looks thirty-something, but Riri looks twenty-something. Sooner or later, I was going to stop aging, too. Or slow down so much it was as good as stopped. Right now, my age matched my face, just like all the kids at the school I hated.

Fuck my school, and fuck everyone who went there.

Mom was at work. Dad was asleep. I had finished my homework on the bus ride home. It was easy. It had always been easy. Dad had tried to help me talk mom into letting me skip high school and go straight to college, but she kept going on about my nonexistent social life. Forcing me to keep sharing space with a bunch of people who hated me for not knowing how to talk to them wasn't helping anything.

I'd tried to make friends years ago, but it had always ended one of two ways: I hurt them by accident because they were so fragile, or I was 'too weird,' and they hurt me on purpose. Freshman year, a few baby groupies pretended to be my friends to meet my dad, and that was the end of it for me. I wouldn't even speak to anyone there now. There wasn't any point. They all hated me or wanted to use me.

So, here I was, sitting alone in my room on a Friday afternoon, unsure if the boredom or loneliness was worse, and getting high to escape. I pushed the blood around on the floor until it had made a decent pentagram. I felt a little guilty. My dad would be upset if he knew I was even pretending to play with witchcraft. Poor old vampire with his old religion he couldn't let go of. My mom was mostly agnostic, but she tried to believe for him. I just couldn't. Living on the edge of the Bible Belt had it shoved down my throat until I gagged on it. If I had a dollar for every time someone told me I was going to Hell because my father was a vampire, I could get the fuck out.

Hell, huh?” I muttered. I picked up the knife and drew more blood, deeper than I ever had, not really feeling anything. I didn't want to feel anything. I should push just a little deeper...

I used it to make the pentagram better. It was too splotchy. I traced it three times as I added more blood and muttered in Latin, not really thinking, just trying to make it sound cool. I wanted it to sound like a spell to summon a demon. Maybe I could ask about Hell. I chuckled and realized my demon needed a name. “Lexephorath.”

A jolt of electricity ran through me. I shuddered. It felt... nice. I repeated the name twice more and traced my finger around the circle as I did. I spread my hand out over the bloody mess and then slapped my floor.

Everything went red.

I felt like I'd just stuck my hand in fire. The taste of blood filled my mouth. Red lightning ran down every nerve in my body. I couldn't see anything but the color red. Sulfur started burning my nose, mouth, and throat. But strangely enough—none of it actually hurt. I blinked away the red film and barely stopped myself from gasping.

'Beautiful' didn't describe what I was looking at well enough, but it was the best I had. Some poor artist must've had their subject climb out of the painting to come kneel naked in my bedroom. Their hair looked like it had been painted to resemble fire. Their eyes were full of it—a bright, burning orange and yellow—as they met mine. Black, thick lashes may as well have been the coal that kept them alight. Two black and red horns curled and twisted up from their forehead, just above the temples.

How may I serve you, Master?” they asked.

Lexephorath?” I whispered. They cocked their head to the side. After a moment of appraising me, they nodded. Light danced off the silver ring around their neck—a collar? A necklace? It was all they were wearing.

Yes, Master. As you called.” Their voice was strange, more than one overlapping. They stood, and I followed suit, startled by the sudden movement. I struggled to keep my eyes on their face. Their body was as androgynous as the rest of them, and I really, really wanted to stare at their breasts. “And you are?”

Gabriel,” I answered. “I'm Gabriel. I—didn't expect this to work.”

You're not the first,” they said with a smirk. “Here I am, to grant your any desire.”

Just one price, right?” I asked, my thoughts spinning. A demon. I'd summoned a demon. A real demon. Demons are real. Here is one. In my room. Offering me anything I want. What do I want?

Your soul, yes,” they answered. My soul. I have a soul. Souls are real, and I have one. What. The. Fuck. “Gabriel, perhaps you should sit down. You have gone pale.”

I was just making shit up,” I said. They reached out for my arm and stopped.

May I touch you, Master?”

What? Um, why?”

I want to lead you to your desk to sit,” they answered. I stepped back and looked at them, really looked at them. Their skin was white as snow. Two red, leathery, bat-like wings were held tightly closed against their back, black and red claws curving away from the wrists. They had a dick, and the whole effect was like a cross between Baphomet and a human, except I was fairly certain Baphomet had feathered wings. I only knew that one because one of the goth kids I sat with at lunch had it sketched on the notebook she wrote poetry in every few days. The goth kids didn't treat me like I was a freak, but neither did they welcome me into their group. I just... existed parallel to them. Lexephorath suddenly stretched out their wings. “I assume you want a good look.”

Sorry,” I said, dropping my gaze to the blood circle I'd drawn. It was small. “I thought demons appeared inside the circle.”

If you draw it big enough to contain me,” they replied. “Did you want me restrained?”

Huh? No,” I looked back up at their face. Their wings were down again, folded over their body to hide it. The shifting colors of their irises mesmerized me.

We should decide on our contract, Master,” they said. “I can put on clothing if my appearance is disturbing you. I would need you to loan me some, though.”

You aren't—I mean, it's not disturbing—you're just—I don't want to be rude...” I didn't know what to say. “Do you want clothes? Your wings...”

I can hide them,” they said, pulling the wings back and closer to their body until they vanished. They suddenly looked smaller and more vulnerable. I hurried over to my drawers and pulled one open. I stared at my clothes for a moment before closing it and walking over to my closet. I moved the shirts and my suit and reached into the far end that no one but me ever used and pulled out a black dress. I stared at it for a long moment before I offered it to the demon. They took it and slipped it on. “Is this better?”

Yes,” I answered honestly. “Would you rather have had pants?”

No,” they said. “I prefer to be naked, but a dress is fine.”

Yeah, it feels closer to being naked,” I said softly, and they nodded. They didn't say a word about me having a dress, just acted like it was normal.

Exactly.” They smiled brightly. “Shall we create our contract now?”

Oh,” I looked back at the blood again. It was dried, and most of the smell was gone. “I was just lonely.”

Lonely? Well, popularity is easy! We can cure that loneliness in—”

I don't want that.”

You... don't want your loneliness cured?”

I don't want fake popularity. I don't want anyone in my life that doesn't like me for me.”

I can act as an intermediary, introduce you to those who will like you.”

Still cheating.”

How so? I would merely be a... friendship version of a dating service.” They weren't wrong, but...

If I can't make friends on my own at my age, I don't deserve them,” I said.

Then confidence! I can give you the confidence to put yourself out there, to—”

No. I don't want you to change who I am. That goes back to being fake.”

I would just help you find the potential you already have, teach you to nurture it.”

I can pay a therapist for that,” I said. “With money. Which I also don't want. Nor fame or talent or anything else that I can obtain on my own through work and persistence or not at all.”

How about wish fulfillment? You could have three wishes. Or more. I'm not opposed to wishing for more wishes, or a lifetime of my servitude, but—”

No. That's... too much. The only thing I'd have wished for if I was Aladdin was to free the genie.”

If you don't want what I'm selling, why did you summon me?” they asked. I sighed, guilt tugging at me.

I'm sorry. I won't give you my soul. I don't really believe it's a thing, but if it is, I can't just sell it. You can go home. I'm sorry that I wasted your time.”

I can't go back without a soul,” they said, shaking their head. “If we could come and go as we please, there would be a lot of us just going. Mass exodus.”

I can't give you my soul,” I repeated. I walked over to my bed and sat on the edge, slumping miserably. “Honestly, all I want right now is a hug.”

I looked up when they walked over and met their eyes as they stared at me. Their eyes were aflame on the surface. Underneath, they seemed to be an amber color, both dark and light at the same time. I felt time passing, but while I watched their eyes, it wasn't uncomfortable. Finally, they stepped forward and wrapped their arms around me. I hugged them back, resting my head on their shoulder.

Me, too,” they whispered. I hugged them tighter. I didn't let go until I felt all the tension leave us both. They felt... empty.

Are you lonely, too?”

I exist only to collect souls and make other people's dreams come true,” they answered, stepping back. I let my hand trail down their arm to their wrist. I gently tugged, thinking 'soft as a kitten' to remind myself not to apply much force. I didn't get much practice in touching people outside of my family. They sat next to me. “No one has ever asked about me, and there isn't much to tell.”

Well, tell me what there is,” I invited. “You feel like you're waiting for something.”

The contract. It's all I live for,” they answered. “You... feel that?”

Yeah. When I touch people, I sometimes get an idea of what they feel or a sense of... their senses, I guess? Started when I hit puberty. My dad's a vampire, so it comes from him, I guess.”

Your dad's a—a vampire? A real vampire?” Their eyes had gone wide.

Well, yeah,” I said, confused. “Never met one?”

How?” they asked, leaning in close to stare into my eyes. I leaned away.

Uh, he was sired in England by a vampire that loved his poetry during the Elizabethan Era. She loved him, too, I guess? They only stayed together for, like, thirty years. He was twenty-one when it happened. That's all I really know,” I answered. They kept staring at me.

You speak as if vampires are a normal part of life,” they said. I frowned.

Because they are?”

Hmm,” they looked away, their brow wrinkling. “I haven't met any, no.”

Oh, well, I'm a dhampir, a half-vampire,” I said, and they turned back to me. “Not human, not vampire, but more human than vampire. Or I'm supposed to be. I dunno. It means I can't ever be a vampire myself, though. I'm immune.”

My father's the Devil,” Lex said. “My mother was human. She made a deal with him directly—the soul of her firstborn child in exchange for fortune and fame. It was a fool's bargain, of course. In condemning me, she condemned herself. She thought she was clever, though.”

Her own child?” I was horrified. My parents both loved and wanted me very much. I couldn't imagine...

She and Father rolled around to seal the deal, and she chucked me in the Pit still wet from birth. I don't know who she is, even, only that she's down there for it. I don't interact with the damned.”

Just at the point of sale,” I teased, and they laughed.

Right.” They leaned back onto their hands and stared at the starship models I had hanging from my ceiling. “How old are you?”

Sixteen. You?” I watched their eyes go dark as they thought about my question.

I don't know. I... don't know at all,” they said softly. “I don't feel time. I try not to feel anything, ever. I hate my life.”

I can only imagine—living in Hell...”

Don't misunderstand. Hell for me isn't Hell for the damned. I just... exist there. Sometimes I talk to my siblings or the fallen or whatever. Mostly, though, the only time I'm... awake... is when I'm here, serving your kind.”

And you can't leave?”

I'm enslaved to Hell. Chained. There's no way to leave.” Their hand slid along the bed until it was resting next to mine. They felt relaxed. That sense of urgency to get my soul had passed. I wondered what happened to a demon who couldn't collect a soul and asked. “No such thing. I'll just wait until my next summoning and collect then.”

So, you were just trying to guilt me out of my soul?” I asked.

Guilt?” They turned to me and shook their head. “Why would you feel guilt over me?”

I dunno. I felt bad that you might not be able to go home, that you came all this way just to be told to get bent.”

I will say it's an unusual situation,” they admitted with a laugh. “It's never happened to me before. Where did you even learn my name?”

I made it up,” I said.

You—accidentally spoke my true name, right down to the correct stresses?” They looked incredulous. I shrugged. “And you just happen to speak Latin?”

My father insisted I learn,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I also speak French because he does. Honestly, Latin's useful in science, and everyone keeps pushing me to be a doctor, so...”

Do you want to be a doctor?” Lex asked.

I don't know? I want to not be in high school. I want to be halfway done with pre-med. I hate my life, too. Not my parents, though. I got good ones, I guess,” I said. “But everyone else sucks.”

In my experience, humans are terrible creatures,” they said. “You confuse me, though. I've never had a conversation with one of you before. Not like this.”

Told you I was lonely,” I said and laughed bitterly. “Als

I'm aware. You told me I could leave,” they said. “Do you mind if we keep talking?”

Not at all,” I said and lay back on my bed. “What's Hell like?”

For me? It is mostly my father's throne room, my room, and the common room. Corridors of volcanic rock link them and form the walls of the caverns. For you? It would be all your nightmares forever.”

Yeah, you're definitely not getting my soul,” I said, and they laughed with me.

What is high school like?” they asked. I thought about it for a minute before describing it with as little bias as I could. The bias, I dumped on at the end. We went back and forth as the light from the sun got brighter in my room. I pulled the curtains, annoyed. I hated the sun. It made me tired, and I burned easily. When I turned around, Lex was on their side on my bed, and I was once again stunned by their beauty. I walked back to the bed and climbed directly on top of them. They lay back, looking highly amused. “Think of something worth your soul?”

Argh!” I tossed myself onto my back, and they laughed brightly. The happier they were, the more their voice harmonized with itself. The less happy they were, the more dissonant it became. I could listen to them talk for days and never get tired of it. Light bounced off their collar again, and I reached for it. Their hand grabbed mine right before I would have touched it.

No.”

Sorry!” I pulled my hand back. “I was...”

It's shiny, you giant corvid. But only my father may touch it.” They let go of my hand, and I caught theirs before they could pull away. They looked at our hands, and I slowly linked our fingers, monitoring their feelings as I did.

This okay?” I asked. Their amusement trailed down my arm.

Why Gabriel, are you trying to seduce me?” they asked. A thoughtful look came over their face. “You know my true name but hide at least half of yours.”

Gabriel Andrew Belmont,” I offered. “That doesn't give you some kind of power over me, does it?”

No. It doesn't so much as even the playing field. I was just curious. Though, if you made up my name, do you even remember it?”

Lexephorath.” I smirked when they sighed. “Can I just call you Lex?”

Please,” they said. “Every time you speak my true name, it... is like tugging a leash.”

Oh, yikes. Okay, well, Lex it is,” I said. We returned to talking, but the space between us only got smaller and smaller until it was gone, along with our clothes, whatever inhibitions I'd had, and the loneliness we'd both been filled with. After, they lay in my arms, having maneuvered their head with practiced ease to avoid poking me with their horns. I ran my hand down the wing that was draped over the both of us, and they shivered. “I—”

Shh,” They sat up on their elbow and sighed “Someone is calling me.”

Ah, yeah, work calls,” I said, a little sad for them to move away from me. Overall, I still felt better.

It does. Thank you for the day off,” Lex said and flashed me a toothy smile, revealing they had the top and bottom fangs that I'd thought I'd felt.

Any time,” I said.

I wish it were that easy. You know how to call me,” they said before disappearing in a cloud of sulfuric smoke. I covered my nose with my shirt until the stink went away. The sun set with the smell still in the room, so I quickly got up to open my window and re-lit the candles I'd blown out earlier. I grabbed a bottle of fabric refresher and hit my bed, satisfied that all the scented products should prevent my dad from getting an unwanted noseful of my diurnal activities. I felt immediately energized by the oncoming night and hoped that skipping my usual afternoon sleep wouldn't make me crash too early.

For my final act of obfuscation, I squirted hand sanitizer onto my blood circle and wiped it away with tissues. I hadn't made any kind of symbols, just the pentagram, so that part would be easy to reproduce if I wanted. I started to grab a pen and paper to write down what I'd said, but then I thought better of it. As much as I might want to see Lex again, summoning them was an act of force. I couldn't do that to them again, and I shouldn't risk my soul, either, if the damn thing really existed.

I grabbed a mostly clean towel from the pile next to my door and wrapped it around my waist to hurry across the hall to the bathroom. I needed a shower.



 



 

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Thursday, August 6, 2020

Muse: A Short Story


Muse: A Short Story



Jessica just wanted to sleep. She glanced at the clock and panicked. It was 2 AM. 2 AM, and she had school in the morning! Her mind would not be quiet, though, no matter what she tried.

“Dreams are for sleep,” she hissed at her disobedient brain. Still, the story continued unfolding, as it had the past two nights. Then it looped. She tossed and turned against it, but she was trapped. She couldn’t fall asleep with this unbearable urge that she couldn’t understand, pressing at her to get up and pace, but she also couldn’t get up because she needed to sleep.

Finally, she gave up and started pacing. She gave into the voices narrating in her brain and watched the story, interacting as the main character. Finally, only two hours before she had to wake up, she was too tired to stay awake for another moment, and she collapsed into the oblivion of sleep. 

“Jessica! Wake up!” Her mother shook her and Jessica, heavy and sick to her stomach with exhaustion, forced the glue apart from her eyes. Her heart was racing, and she could barely breathe. All she wanted was to go back to sleep, but her mother was ranting at her that she needed to get up and get moving. That she was going to be late for school.

She stumbled around the room, grabbing clothes without really looking at them and went through all the motions of getting ready. Clean underwear, bra, shirt, pants, socks... she wasn’t sure if the outfit really matched, but she couldn’t focus beyond what was needed to mechanically take each step in getting dressed. She walked into the bathroom and glared at her reflection as she yanked a brush through her hair. Five minutes later, she was being yelled at while she shook herself awake from falling asleep on the toilet.

She managed to remember her backpack as she tripped down the stairs, her stomach knotted and her heart still slamming against her chest like she was being chased. She desperately didn’t want to go to school, but she had no choice. She had tried to use this panic as a reason to stay in and sleep in the past, but her mom only responded with telling her that she needed to go to bed earlier. 

What useless, garbage advice. Could other people so easily choose to fall asleep?

She cursed when she banged her head on the door as she slid into the car and her mother flinched in sympathy, thankfully not berating her for her strong language. 

“You wouldn’t feel so bad in the morning if you’d just...”

“Go to sleep earlier,” Jessica finished with her mother, irritably.

“Well, it’s true,” her mother muttered as she pulled out of the driveway. They had a quiet drive to the school and Jessica got there in time to grab breakfast in the cafeteria. Her mom chirped, “I love you; have a good day at school!” 

“Love you, too,” Jessica muttered. “Have a good day at work.” 

She slumped out of the car and scurried to the cafeteria in time to grab the last ham and cheese croissant. She ate it quietly, sitting alone at a table in the nearly vacant room. She had just swallowed the last of her chocolate milk when the bell rang.

She deposited her tray at the window, dropped her milk box in the trash and hurried to her first class. She regretted that it was Government, because she didn’t stand a chance of staying awake. The bell woke her up at the end of class and she groggily tore herself away from her desk, wiping her face and ignoring the teacher’s angry look. She hated sleeping through class, but if they were going to hold school so stupidly early, it couldn’t be helped. 

Two years ago, she had no problem at all staying awake in class or getting up early. Not until the day that she was assigned an art project that was supposed to be accompanied by a poem. She did her project, the subject inspired by the average 12 year-old girl’s love of unicorns. Up to that assignment, she had always been a rather average girl. Well, if you ignored the in-depth, full-sensory dreams she had, both asleep and awake. 

That night, one of those dreams had kept her awake, rather than lulling her to sleep as they always had in the past. She had been inspired to act it out for hours before wearing herself out. She thought it was just good fun at the time.

Then it happened again. And again. Eventually, the novelty wore off and the exhaustion set in. She would be forced to participate in the daydreams until the entire story had been played out, over and over. She couldn’t sleep until she was so exhausted that her body overrode her brain.

It wasn’t every night, by any means. But it would happen several nights in a row and she would be sick from it by the end of it all. Words would assault her, tangling in her brain, looping like a scratched record.

Today, those words begged to rhyme and she idly organized them into tidy, neat rows and scribbled it into a clean composition notebook. She closed it and put it in her backpack, not giving it a second thought for the rest of class.

It was lunch when the strange peace that had filled her the rest of the tiring morning changed to a nagging feeling. 

‘Why is it so quiet?’ she mused. Then she wondered why she thought it was quiet in the middle of the noisiest room in the school.

It hit her like a good scratch against a mosquito bite. There were no words bombarding her brain. No voices filling it with stories she couldn’t turn away from. Finally! There was quiet in her brain. The cycle must have ended. Relief flooded through her as she expected that she would finally get some sleep again.

She wasn’t wrong about the sleep, but the words came back before long. Again, they were barraging the walls of her brain, but this time, they were drowning out a lecture that she needed to be paying attention to. The more she tried to hear what the teacher was saying, the louder the words grew until she was blind to everything around her. Her head began pounding and she was so full of frustration that she grabbed her composition notebook and scribbled down the noisy letters until they went away.

Quiet again.

Jessica easily pieced together what had happened. She looked at her notebook and read the poem she couldn’t remember actually writing. She remembered letters and words, but the content was blank until she reread it. It was like someone else had written through her hands. She shivered. 

After a few minutes, she stopped being creeped out and got angry. 

‘I don’t want to be a writer!’ she thought furiously. ‘There’s no future in this trash!’ 

She couldn’t bring herself to destroy what she’d written, though. She recognized that it wasn’t well-written by any means, but it was such a strange thing that had happened to her that she had to keep the evidence. Even if only for herself.

Two years went by and this behavior continued. She would try to ignore the words and voices, and they would overwhelm her senses until she had to organize them onto the pages. She had filled one book and started another in that time. Her grades had deteriorated because she was still drawn into the worlds she couldn’t bring herself to write down at night. She watched the sun rise every day in the summer before going to bed.

Finally, frustrated by what was going on, she threw a powerful shout into her brain, demanding it give up. That she was not and would never be, a writer.

“You were born this way,” a voice answered. “I’m not your enemy. I am you.” 

Jessica closed her eyes and tried to decide if she really wanted to answer. The voice was quiet, letting her mull it over. The quiet in her brain was absolute until she finally broke the silence.

“Fine. Who are you and why are you doing this to me?” she asked. 

Eyes opened in the dark, large and green. They moved upward and she was standing in front of the massive head of a dragon, its—no, his—blood red scales silken and inviting. She didn’t hesitate but a moment before reaching out and touching his snout. A peace like none she had felt in years filled her. She sighed, leaning against him.

“I am Zopyros,” he answered, “Your muse.” 

Jessica stroked the soft, matte scales, climbing onto his muzzle and up to grab the black horns on either side of his head. 

“You’re the one who torments me,” she accused, climbing higher until she could swing herself around to slide down his neck, settling against the protruding, sturdy spine a few identical spikes above his thick shoulder and wing muscles.

“You’re the one who ignores me,” he purred back, standing up and turning his head to look at her. “We used to have such adventures when you were younger. Then you invited me to your hand. When I came, delighted that you wanted to finally marry us together, as we are meant to be, you shut me out. You shunned me.” 

His rumble was accusatory.

“I have to live in the real world,” she explained.

“What a plain thing to say,” he said, crouching down, his muscles bunching. Jessica clutched tight to the spine in front of her as he leapt into the air, his wings beating down and throwing her forward and then back down before beating again. “It does not become us.”

“It’s the truth.”

“What a vile thing.”

“You’re a vile thing,” she countered as the black faded into a brilliant world she had never seen before.

“You could not be without me,” he replied.

“You love me,” she told him.

“With everything I am,” he promised.

“We have a problem,” she said, shaking her head. Music was blaring around her. The violent rise and fall of his enormous body shook her both painfully and wonderfully. She was in his world, and she didn’t want to leave. The thought of leaving was as physically painful as ignoring him. 

“Let me in,” he said, simply. “I was born with you, for you. I am yours.”

“And I am yours,” she whispered back as he relaxed and glided through the cerulean sky. 

“Stop fighting me,” he pleaded.

“Stop fighting me,” she demanded. They flew lower and lower, aimed for a thick green forest rimming a deep blue lake.

“I am here. You must give in to me.”

“I can’t! I’m not a writer!”

“You are what you are,” he insisted. “We are who we are.”

“You’ll never let me go,” she said, tears burning her eyes. 

“You are mine,” he agreed. “Be my voice. Bear my heart.”

“Let me live,” she begged.

“What life is there without me?” he asked her. Jessica opened her eyes. She climbed out of bed and threw open her bedroom window. She stared at the stars until she could see color in them. She stood there, looking out, for so long her skin grew cold, and her room took on the scent of the night. 

It would be years before she gave into him, but when she finally did, it was glorious.


Four of the same dragon, repeated in different colors, from top left to right: white on black, black on red, bottom left to right: black on blue, light green on dark green




This was originally written March 31, 2012 © H.S. Kallinger

Thursday, May 7, 2020

LH Short Story: Indigo

Lost Humanity Short Story

This story is provided for free by H.S. Kallinger as part of the Lost Humanity universe.
Timing: early World of Lost Souls, though the titular character isn't mentioned until the middle.
Content Warnings: mentions of transphobia and homophobia, unsupportive family members, mention of suicide attempt, mention of drugs, sex


Indigo



This is Indigo,” Rory introduced the man standing next to him with a bright grin. I held out my hand as I stepped into the apartment. “We're moving in together, so it's time for you two to meet!”
Hi,” I said, recognizing the name as Rory's boyfriend. “I'm Zack.”
Hello!” Indigo shook my hand, his eyes wide. He turned to Rory, who had just shut the door. “You didn't say he was so pretty.”
Oh. Yeah, he's beautiful,” Rory said while I sighed, trying not to be annoyed. “What?”
I didn't mean—Rory said that you're not having sex. I'm not worried, so—”
It's not that.” I shook my head, although that was a relief. “I just hate being called pretty.”
I'm sorry!” Indigo said, biting his lip. Okay, he was damn cute himself. Rory had done well there. His dark brown hair was short and stylishly messy, and his big, blue eyes were wide with concern. “May I ask why?”
It's mostly related to being called a girl a lot when I was growing up,” I explained while scratching an itch under my ponytail.
What's wrong with being a girl?” Rory asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
Nothing. I'm just not one, so it bugged me,” I answered, suddenly worried that I'd said something wrong.
Relatable,” Rory said and then laughed. Indigo and I laughed, too. “But for real, cis boy—I'm not saying you should be called pretty if it hurts you. Not gonna do it. But have you ever had someone genuinely and persistently confuse you for a girl?”
I...” I thought about that. I'd had several times where someone had called me 'she' or said 'that girl' when I was little, but they had always apologized when I'd corrected them, except the one little girl that was being a bully. “No. I got confused for one, but only by strangers.”
I spent most of my life being confused for a girl,” Rory pointed out. “I wasn't allowed to correct anyone until I was fourteen and told my dad that if he called me his daughter one more time, I was going to leave and never come back. Mom threw him out. She just grabbed him by the arm and waistband of his pants, hauled his ass to the door, and yeeted him right into the yard. She yelled at him that if he couldn't accept her son, she couldn't accept him. Then she turned to me and said, 'Baby, don't you ever let anyone get away with that again. I'm sorry I didn't do that sooner. You are the best son I could ask for. I won't let anyone...'”
Indigo wrapped his arms around Rory when his voice broke. I had stepped forward to hug him, but I stopped, unsure where my place was now. Indigo met my eyes and then nodded down at Rory's head, raising his eyebrows. I stepped into the hug, putting one of my hands on Indigo's arm.
Your mom is the best,” I said, careful of how tightly I squeezed them. My eyes were burning. I wished my mom had told my dad to fuck off with his homophobia. I didn't want her to throw him out, but it would have been nice if she hadn't made excuses for him.
I love your mom,” Indigo agreed and kissed the back of Rory's head.
I know, I know,” Rory said and then pushed us both away, laughing. “She was always the neighborhood mom, and after I came out, she was the Mom Hugs mom where all the queer kids without accepting parents came to get their mom fix. Basically all the kids from the community that knew me back then still go to her house for holidays.”
Yeah,” Indigo said, nodding. “Rory had to tell me they weren't all the gayest cousins ever, and everyone calls her Mama or Aunt Carrie. I wish I'd had someone like her when I was younger. My parents mostly accept me, but my mom kept saying, 'If you're bi, why can't you just date girls? Or date some boys to get it out of your system, but marry a nice girl?'”
You don't get to pick like that,” I said. Indigo nodded.
She doesn't believe me. My dad just sighs. He'd misgender the fuck out of Rory if he knew he was trans, so my parents don't know, and they can die mad.”
Works for me,” Rory said with a sad smile.
I'm still sorry for the inappropriate questions when we first met,” I said. Rory beamed at me.
You're forgiven. You were trying,” he said and patted my shoulder. “You fix shit when I call you out on it, so that's what matters most to me.”
And I shall henceforth refer to you as 'hot,'” Indigo said, giving me a toothy grin. I laughed.
I appreciate it,” I said.
You can call me Indy, by the way. Everyone does,” Indy said.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Indy,” I said.
Same to you. So, how old are you?”
Thirty-nine,” I answered.
Human years? Because Rory said you haven't been a vampire super long?”
Yeah, thirty-nine years since I was born,” I said, amused. “I was thirty-two when I changed. How about you? How old are you?”
Twenty-six,” he answered. “Oh, hey, am I in the way? Do I need to go somewhere so you two can... uh...”
That's up to you,” I said. “You don't have to leave if it doesn't bother you.”
It's okay if I watch?” he asked, looking back and forth between us.
Have you ever fed a vampire?” I asked. He shook his head.
Non-donor. Bad heart,” he explained. Rory shot him a look of pain and sympathy, and I wondered what it was about. Indy looked at Rory and sighed. “I damaged it when I was a teenager and...”
Drugs?” I asked when he trailed off.
Yeah, but not... I... My dad's reaction when I came out...” He looked away, and I understood. I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder. He shrugged and shot me a weak smile. I wasn't entirely sure my own suicide attempt hadn't contributed to my later cardiomyopathy.
My dad was an asshole about it, too,” I confessed. “But I was already an adult in a committed relationship, so he had to either get over it or...”
Did he get over it?” Indy asked.
Eventually. He wasn't ever entirely okay with it, I don't think, but he either ignored it for the grandkids or whatever his reasons, and he even started calling Lukas my husband at the end,” I said, losing focus as I remembered how happy that had made me. I hadn't told him about us being married—that was Mom—but he hadn't ever said anything negative about it.
My dad finally called Rory my boyfriend when I said we were moving in together. It was a big step for him. He always said 'friend' before,” Indy said.
You didn't tell me!” Rory exclaimed, beaming. “He really said boyfriend?”
Yes!” Indy grinned back. Rory stepped forward and threw his arms around Indy to kiss him. I smiled and stepped over to the couch. I sat down against the arm so Indigo could take the other side if he wanted to watch us. Rory practically bounced into my lap when they broke the kiss, and Indy looked at the remaining space. “It's okay?”
It doesn't bother me,” I answered.
Please stay!” Rory said. He met my eyes with his “And, um, would it be okay if...”
If what?” I prompted when he bit his lip and looked away.
Can Indy and I... while I'm still high...?”
As soon as I'm done, I'll put you right in his lap and step outside,” I said. Indy blushed and grinned with Rory.
Oh, I like that plan,” Indy said. He sat on the couch. “I've never done anything like this.”
Neither have I,” I said. “You're the first boyfriend who's wanted to be involved.”
And you really don't mind?” Indy checked in again.
No. I'm in a polyam relationship where one of my metas is a big voyeur, and I'm not entirely sure I don't have an exhibitionist streak now,” I admitted. Rory waggled his eyebrows at me, and I blushed. “Not that I'm going to be... but I just mean that being watched doesn't bother me, and...”
Well, I am an exhibitionist,” Rory said, grinning at me. “And I am going to be, so let's do this.”
Well, that explains where I met you,” I said, pulling him close. He laughed silently, and it turned into a gasp when I bit him. I closed my eyes and let his amazing taste fill my mouth, only swallowing when I had to. I peeked at Indy, and he was staring at us in fascination. I closed my eyes again and stopped before Rory came again so Indy could have him. I plopped him in Indy's lap, winked, and walked outside as promised.
That was interesting. I was hard as fuck now and really wished I had someone to have sex with, too. I pulled out my phone and texted Garret to see if he was free. Sarah and Lukas were on a date.
'Aye im free'
'wanna have it off?' I texted. I'd liked that phrase ever since he'd used it.
'you're not home!' I started to text where I was, and another text came through. 'standin right outside n you's not there marra. we doin it in public somewhere?'
'I'm at my pet Rory's. His boyfriend got involved and now I want mine. But I want to check in with him before I leave entirely, so I'm giving them a few minutes before I leave.'
'got involved?'
'Watched us.'
'you like bein watched? wanna go somewhere we could get caught?' Garret was shameless. I was so painfully turned on now that I had to adjust myself and resist doing more.
'I think I do.' I stared at the text I'd just sent and blushed so hard my face hurt. He sent me the location to meet, and I was amused that my pet's relationship upgrade had just given me a boost in one of my own. After the happy sounds from inside died down, I waited for someone to tell me it was okay to come back or for them to say anything. Before that happened, the door opened, and Indy smiled shyly at me. He was shirtless.
Thank you, so much,” he said. I grinned at him.
You're welcome,” I said. I followed him back in and checked on Rory, who was only wearing boxers. “How are you doing?”
Everything is wonderful, and I want to stay like this forever,” he answered. Indy had him sit up enough that he could sit down and put Rory's head in his lap. “Update: like this forever.”
Good. I'm glad that worked out,” I said.
You wanna sit and chill with us?” Indy asked.
I'm actually going to go meet up with my boyfriend,” I said. Rory rolled his head over to grin at me knowingly. “But maybe next time. You want to keep doing it like this?”
Yes-s-s-s,” Rory and Indy said together. I laughed.
Congratulations on moving in together, and on your dad's progress,” I said.
Thank you,” they said, again, together. We all laughed.
Have fun with your boy,” Rory said, waggling his eyebrows.
Oh, I will,” I said and winked again. He grinned, closed his eyes and sighed a deeply contented sigh. “Good evening.”
Bye,” Rory sang.
Thank you again,” Indy said. I waved and left to go find Garret and test out his proposition, grateful to him for being the one to offer. I loved him so much. Now, to go show him.
   
Zack                                                                                 Rory