I swear it did. It laughed and it changed as I watched.
As it changed, it stayed the same. The river was all about time, it was about how little time actually mattered. I looked at my watch. I was an hour and a half late. The river laughed at me again. It looks like an interesting project. Girl Meets Boy is Smith's retelling of Ovid's story of Iphis and Ianthe, which deals with the idea gender fluidity or transformation within the context of heteronormativity.
What Smith does, however, is to tell the story, or rather a story playing with similar ideas, in the context of two sisters, Anthea and Imogen "Midge"based in one of my favourite places - Inverness. Anthea is a free-spirited idealist who dislikes her job in the local PR firm her sister got her.
Imogen is a straight-laced pragmatist who is pursuing her ambitions in the same firm, which currently tries to market over-priced bottled water. The story really kicks off when a protester by the artistic alias of Iphis07 vandalises the PR firm's property: The boy up the ladder at the gate was in a kilt and sporran.
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The kilt was a bright red tartan; the boy was black-waistcoated and had frilly cuffs, I could see the frills at his wrists as I came closer. I could see the glint of the knife in his sock. I could see the glint of the little diamond spangles on the waistcoat and the glint that came off the chain that held the sporran on. He had long dark hair winged with ringlets, like Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean, but cleaner. Heroic Stutter I was tired of all the stories written from the point of view of the teenage girl who falls for a vampire guy.
This is quite the opposite. By day, on the artificial arm, by night, I honed my new abilities with Vanessa.
With less to think about, I managed to get better by the minute. My fangs were sharpening, my body was tightening, and my being was getting stronger every moment that I remained on this earth.
In one day, it was make or break day. Either, I would become full-fledged vampire, creature supreme of the night, or I would die in an arena and cease to exist. And another thousand or two other antonyms to describe the day that would soon come.
Then the day finally came. I was understandably nervous. I wore a suit and tie. My trench coat on top of that.
Vanessa wore a coat over a tight-fitting dress. I never understood as a human how sensual rain is. So much feeling, the tiny pinpricks, barely registering as a touch before disappearing into a mass of other raindrops.
The smell, the water causing everything to change ever so subtly. The sound of a billion tiny drops of water colliding and regrouping. Then, as if they never existed, they wash away.
Yes, as a vampire I learned that rain is sensual. I know that it seems rather random to say that, but when you think about the end, you try to absorb as much of this world as you can. We entered a building, and were greeted.
Two rather brawny Vampires opened the doors. The doors were to an abandoned warehouse. I remember thinking to myself, 'Where do people get these warehouses from?
Which in turn means it was perfectly light enough to see for a vampire. One breath and I could tell there were a hundred or more vampires present. I glanced around until Vanessa stomped on my foot, in a gesture for me to not act like a total noob. We went through a few doors, down a corridor or two, into an elevator, out of an elevator, and through a whole maze of a building that was way too complicated for any regular person, or even me, to figure out which way the exit was.
This was probably the idea, or maybe just a scare tactic. Or maybe it was a scare tactic by being a scare tactic. Wait, where was I going with that?
My bad, if you haven't noticed I get a little rambling sometimes. Not my fault, I swear. Though, I've never really met anyone in my family who has this same problem.
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Maybe it is my fault, then, but that's a tad bit irrelevant, so, I'm going to get back to this whole…. Together, Vanessa and I sat on a bench designated for us. We were in a room that seemed to be based on a human courtroom. Or maybe the human courtroom was based on this room. You know how things can be when a race exists unknown to the common public. When history intertwines like that you can't be terribly sure what came first.
For example the court system we have in America takes a fair amount of its workings from the ancient Greeks, but how do know that the ancient Greeks weren't subtly influenced by the old vampires that existed back then?
You see what I mean?
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Kind of confusing, almost. Either way, it was almost nostalgic, even thought I had never been in an actual courtroom in my life. But that doesn't really matter that I'd watched a lot of TV involving some kind of courtroom scenes, because it didn't really matter now. My existence was on trial. I was pretty sure I wasn't sure of everything. Do you really know what you're doing? That's pretty much it. I think I'd prefer to do this myself, if it's not too much trouble.
I know what I'm doing. Though in actuality I had very little idea what to do, but I had played lawyer before and won, so why not argue for myself. She told me everything she could in the time we had.
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A vampire wearing glasses and a suit stepped up to the stand. Our first judgment tonight will be the justification of the existence of the vampire formerly known as Frank Mendoza. Turned on the 28th day of March by the vampire Vanessa Lorenzo.
I'll open the floor. He read my life story. I have no evidence suggesting something worth keeping him around for. Well, actually, every vampire that I've met so far has seemed rather cold. I don't know if it's their lack of a beating heart or what, but vampires generally have a cold demeanor about them.
Even with that said, this woman vampire was cold compared to the vampires I met afterward. Anyways, she complained shortly that I would just take up space and feed off the crowd. People pretty much condemning me for not being a familiar, or not have two arms to help in any way that someone who uses two arms would be able to help. It all seemed like they used too much dark logic.