No Longer Killing Time (G) - Challenge #117
Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 4:06 am
As usual, I don't own Moonlight or any of its characters.
This is for the "Killing Time" Challenge #117. Rated G.
No Longer Killing Time
“Deal me out this hand, fellas, I need something to drink.” Mick got up and headed for the bar where Josef’s bartender had a scotch ready for him. Mick downed it in one gulp and sauntered over to the freshies sitting on the leather sofa, extending his hand to a pretty blonde.
“Marigold,” he nodded as she immediately stood and accompanied him to a secluded corner of Josef’s game room.
Mick returned for a few more hands of poker, but his heart wasn’t in it. He was restless and nothing he did seemed to help. Marigold had slaked his thirst, yet he was still discontented.
“I’m gonna take off now,” he said as he pocketed his winnings.
Mick drove along the Pacific Coast Highway letting his mind meander with the winding road. He had been a vampire for over 30 years now, and he could see nothing in the future for him. He was just existing; killing time to pass the hours as they turned into days, weeks, months, years. It was depressing. There must be something more. How did the old vamps keep going?
He thought of his friend Josef. He made fortunes, lost them, and made them again. Always trying to outsmart his competition. Mick thought it was the challenge that he liked best. However Mick had never failed to notice that Josef kept himself busy and constantly surrounded by others. Mick valued his privacy too much to live like that. He wondered if Josef coped with his eternal existence by never allowing himself the time to think about it.
He thought about his sire, Coraline. She played people like Josef played the stock market. She never cared about the consequences. She never stayed in one place too long before she grew bored. Even with him. Coraline couldn’t even be bothered to see him completely through his fledgling stage before dumping him with Josef. She took off for greener pastures and bigger cities but always came back, wiggling her finger as well as her hips at Mick and he was powerless to stay away. It grated on him how he loved her and hated her at the same time and she knew it. She enjoyed the hold she had over him and his painful expression when she left him again. What a way to go through eternity.
***
Standing outside in the shadows, he watched the little girl get tucked into bed. He remembered how she had clung to his neck the night before; how she laid her blonde head on his shoulder. How she had trusted him. He remembered the mother’s happiness at seeing her baby girl again; the grateful kiss she bestowed on Mick’s cheek. And he came to a realization.
I don’t have to just drift any more. I’m no longer killing time, because now my life has meaning. She has given me a purpose.
The end.
This is for the "Killing Time" Challenge #117. Rated G.
No Longer Killing Time
“Deal me out this hand, fellas, I need something to drink.” Mick got up and headed for the bar where Josef’s bartender had a scotch ready for him. Mick downed it in one gulp and sauntered over to the freshies sitting on the leather sofa, extending his hand to a pretty blonde.
“Marigold,” he nodded as she immediately stood and accompanied him to a secluded corner of Josef’s game room.
Mick returned for a few more hands of poker, but his heart wasn’t in it. He was restless and nothing he did seemed to help. Marigold had slaked his thirst, yet he was still discontented.
“I’m gonna take off now,” he said as he pocketed his winnings.
Mick drove along the Pacific Coast Highway letting his mind meander with the winding road. He had been a vampire for over 30 years now, and he could see nothing in the future for him. He was just existing; killing time to pass the hours as they turned into days, weeks, months, years. It was depressing. There must be something more. How did the old vamps keep going?
He thought of his friend Josef. He made fortunes, lost them, and made them again. Always trying to outsmart his competition. Mick thought it was the challenge that he liked best. However Mick had never failed to notice that Josef kept himself busy and constantly surrounded by others. Mick valued his privacy too much to live like that. He wondered if Josef coped with his eternal existence by never allowing himself the time to think about it.
He thought about his sire, Coraline. She played people like Josef played the stock market. She never cared about the consequences. She never stayed in one place too long before she grew bored. Even with him. Coraline couldn’t even be bothered to see him completely through his fledgling stage before dumping him with Josef. She took off for greener pastures and bigger cities but always came back, wiggling her finger as well as her hips at Mick and he was powerless to stay away. It grated on him how he loved her and hated her at the same time and she knew it. She enjoyed the hold she had over him and his painful expression when she left him again. What a way to go through eternity.
***
Standing outside in the shadows, he watched the little girl get tucked into bed. He remembered how she had clung to his neck the night before; how she laid her blonde head on his shoulder. How she had trusted him. He remembered the mother’s happiness at seeing her baby girl again; the grateful kiss she bestowed on Mick’s cheek. And he came to a realization.
I don’t have to just drift any more. I’m no longer killing time, because now my life has meaning. She has given me a purpose.
The end.
Although it will be 22 years before he will refer to her as such.
That was beautiful MLC. I loved it!
). Mick finally has a purpose, a reason to go on.