TRANSITIONING VAMPIRE, TOMAS, MEETS THE GIRLS... 9/19/14

SCENE - Deep, cylindrical, raw, earth pit, far back in the cave where the TALKS TO GOD MAN lives.

Minute traces of light from the TALK TO GOD MAN'S hearth find their way down to the bottom, where JONATHON (also known as TOMAS) sits shivering. He whimpers. The surface of his body is red and oozing. His recently shed skin lies in tatters near his feet.

Then he hears voices from up above.... Papa comes over to the edge of the pit.

PAPA - Twins, He got twins.

TALK TO GOD MAN'S VOICE - Identical, not fraternal. Did you tell him that!?

PAPA - No need now, you dumb f%$k!

JONATHON - (weakly) Please, it hurts. It just hurts...

TALK TO GOD MAN drags the girls, bound with duct tape, to the edge. Their eyes are round with fear. One of them wet her daisy dukes. They kick. They squirm.

PAPA shoots them a 'look.' They instantly rise up, collide with the ceiling and crash back down on the floor, motionless and unconscious. 

TALK TO GOD MAN'S VOICE - Don't hurt 'em. They special.

PAPA turns toward the offending individual and snaps his fingers... The TALK TO GOD MAN'S mouth immediately puckers up, shrinking down to a tight, little rosy anus before winking out altogether.

PAPA - (whispers) Hope he's not a mouth breather.

Then he hoists a girl under each arm and sublimates through the air, depositing them down in the pit near Jonathon.

PAPA - (quietly) You know what to do....

Then he quickly vaults up and sits on the edge to watch.

JONATHON tentatively crawls over to the first girl. He begins to sniff her body and taste her skin. She awakens, sees his raw, oozing flesh, devoid of all hair, even eyelashes...  She screams through the duct tape, bucks her whole body, trying to get away. But it's no use. He  breaks the bonds 'round her ankles, pulls off the urine soaked daisy dukes and has his way.

She vomits. It runs out her nose. He pulls off the tape. It explodes from her mouth. PAPA doesn't say a word. In fact he absentmindedly watches a spider crawling across the the rough, shadowy surface up above.... Then he looks down and sighs, as JONATHON rises from the limp, panting girl and moves on to her sister. Her eyelids flutter, as he kisses her neck, breaks the skin and begins to drink.

PAPA  hums Nessun Dorma (vampires love that aria), as the second sister dies and JONATHON'S skin grows back...

TALK TO GOD MAN begins to suffocate. We hear the nasal wheezing.

PAPA looks toward the sound and belches. Soon after, the unbroken expanse of flesh where the shaman's mouth used to be begins to break open... a long, jagged, bloody gash. Then lips suddenly swell out and take shape. The TALK TO GOD MAN gasps and sucks in huge mouthfuls of air. His fingers explore this new portal.

TALKS TO GOD MAN - This ain't my mouth. This a f%$kin' 'lady' mouth!

PAPA glares impatiently. This time all facial openings disappear... the mouth... the nostrils... the eyes... and the ears..

The unfortunate shaman thrashes about, then grows still and dies, as PAPA turns back and watches his 'son' regenerate...

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MANIC VAMPIRES BUST IN ON THE TALKS TO GOD MAN... 9/17/14

SCENE - abandoned, cave-like mine. abode of The Talks To God Man. An energy pulse-like Papa suddenly moves into the space with Jonathon (also known as Tomas) in his arms and solidifies inches from the face of old Piney shaman.

TALKS TO GOD MAN - (drops his pipe and stash) JESUS CHRIST! Who the hell are you! I ain't conjured nobody, you f&%kin' son of a bitch!

PAPA - (drops a catatonic Jonathon) Go to hell, you old bastard. Where's the pit!?

TALKS TO GOD MAN points toward dark passage beyond. PAPA grabs Jonathon's wrist and drags him in.

TALKS TO GOD MAN - (bathed in flickering glow from small fire) Excuse the mess.

INT. THE PIT. A deep, rough, cylindrical excavation, littered with a few rancid corpses, greasy, ashy, residue and old, crumpled up McDonald's wrappers.

From the bottom of this gruesome place, lit by errant photons escaping the far off fire, we see PAPA approach the rim and roll Jonathon over the edge.  He smacks down on the hard packed earth fifteen feet below and moans.

PAPA - Get up. You're alright. That can't hurt you. 

JONATHON coughs, gags, spits up and shakily rises to his feet. He stares up at PAPA.

PAPA - Don't you remember? We did this in Southern France all those centuries ago.

JONATHON sniffs and nods.

PAPA - I'll get you something to drink.

JONATHON watches him retreat. He looks at the rancid corpses and retches. Then he leans against the wall and slides down to the floor.

A few heartbeats pass. He fidgets. He rubs his back against the wall. Then his chest starts to itch. He scratches. It doesn't help. He scratches some more, rakes his nails across his scalp and jumps to his feet, as if devoured by starving, manic, schizophrenic, communist bed bugs. He tears at his clothing, ripping it off and throwing it away. Watery, blood tinged fluid drips from many wounds. He quivers, as a bloody, urine-like arc bursts from his urethra  and paints the nearby wall.

Steam rises from his body. JONATHON gasps for air, as a lose flap of skin rolls down from his forehead. He pulls at it, peeling of a thick, sticky strip passing over an eye (eyelid skin comes off), down a cheek, continuing along his neck, pectoral region, abdomen, groin and leg. He shakes his hand til it comes off. 

PAPA comes back and throws down a box of white wine.

PAPA - Here. Drink this. Red Paint People looted a liquor store. Flayed the owner, only his skin wasn't supposed to come off.

JONATHON pulls off other swatches of skin. You know when you're just beginning to heal after a bad sunburn and the warm, wet, sticky, dead skin just peels off? Well, the noise is like that, only louder... and what comes off is thicker... not just the epidermis, but the dermis, the true skin as well.

PAPA - Come on. Drink some. Lessens the sting when it all comes off. You feeling that yet?

JONATHON struggles to unscrew the top and guzzle it down.

PAPA - (quietly) I guess you are.

JONATHON - (pants) Where are the girls? I remember girls. (grabs his belly). OH GOD! GET THEM! GET THEM! GET THEM!

JONATHON sits down and screams, as his red, raw flesh meets the dirt...

PAPA - Don't sit down!

JONATHON jumps up.

PAPA - Sorry.

JONATHON shivers and weakly moans. Get the girls. Get the girls.

PAPA nods, turns toward where the TALK  TO GOD MAN sits and yells - Yo, crazy hobo... where you got some girls 'round here?!

TALKS TO GOD MAN'S voice - You gonna kill 'em?

PAPA just shrugs, like the way Robert Downey Jr. might shrug.

TALKS TO GOD MAN'S voice - Y-you gonna kill me?

PAPA - No.

TALKS TO GOD MAN'S voice - Hell, yeah! Hot damn! Gimme a minute...

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Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: LIFE AFTER BURIAL <~~~ a buried alive tale from our early days...think 19 people saw it back then.. 9/16/14

Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: LIFE AFTER BURIAL: Lorenzo railed in the darkness, smashing his arms against the thick, unforgiving, oak walls. The casket was small , designed for a corpse,...



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'PAPA COMES BACK and this song fits~~> 9/15/14 ... James Taylor - Sweet Baby James (Live: BBC - 1970)

I felt the resonance and there was an aroma too. I'm not sure if the smell was truly there. It might have just been in my mind, yet it was so real... a fire, a campfire... more like an ancient hearth, all woodsy and rich. The ghost beyond the pond moved towards me. and I never saw a human like shape. The presence was never more that a softly glowing smear. But it passed over the water. I could see its reflection on the surface. Ponds can be so still. Nothing, no sound save the 

crickets. I was alone in the forest with this thing, but I wasn't afraid. Ghosts never scare me. They are not monsters, simply people who've lost their bodies. Soldiers lose limbs all the time. They just lost a little more.


The shimmering, silvery essence moved toward me. Maybe it would be more accurate to say it expanded til I was within it. That's when I knew who it was. We are more than hands and feet and faces and breath. We are more than those transitory things. I (Tomas) know, for I was dead, or something very much like it. The soul is real. And that's the truth.


The twenty eight thousand year old being who made me was back. 'Papa' had returned. I said it. I said the word. I said - Papa.... Barely a whisper, but he heard it and he said my name too. He said - Jonathon... He always calls me Jonathon, the name I was born with.... And at the sound of it he began to condense. The fog that was his essence drew in like an inhalation. I heard the sigh and he was there, seated on the ground right near me, dressed in soft suede garments such as Indians might have worn, or perhaps a neolithic man from ice age Europe... Well, that's what he was.... a stone age shaman. The powerful ones were all life-eaters. They thought it was an honor. Clansmen and clanswomen near death were 'taken in' by the shaman. Their blood became his blood. In that way they lived on, advising, recommending... a day to day presence. Of course the shaman hid from the sun, so the people worshiped the moon. At least she was their major deity. 'The Fire That Doesn't Burn' she was. And the fact that they who were 'taken in' by the life-eater, after the blood was gone, ignited into a cool, blue flame and rose up to the sky as large, papery ashes proved the truth of it.  The moon was silvery gray because it was covered by the ashes of all gone before. Life-eaters are consumed in a like manner when their time comes. 


In two hundred and seventy centuries 'Papa' had never made another. Jonathon (also known as Tomas) was the first. Thus his blood was very strong and in ten centuries he did many things. But vampires make mistakes. That's why the born-witch, known as Pig Blood Something or Other killed him.


True, he was back as a human. Doctor Franklin and his unique take on science could do that. But he wanted more. The eighteen year old boy who longed for a pure, clean, mortal life missed his powers. Papa knew that. Papa knew almost everything.


So Jonathon (also known as Tomas) looked to the other and said - Where have you been?..... The being inhaled and said - I have been to other places... Jonathon nodded. He knew not to push....But he did whisper - Did Edith call you?... Papa shook his head and said - Shells, bones, incantations mean nothing. Power is power and toys are toys, at least to me and those like me.


Then he said - Come. It must be done..... So there under a cool, September moon, deep in The Pine Barrens, Jonathon regained the power and became what he was. Papa drank from his wrist and he drank from Papa's. Though the ageless shaman drank first, for the mortal link must be drained nearly dry for the magic (if it is magic) to work. And the circle was unbroken for four thousand heartbeats. That which was lost was restored. Jonathon was mortal no more...


Though he still had to go through the shedding of his  skin. He still had to go through 'first food.' And before each and every cell of his body was transformed, he could couple with a living woman and create a human line.... if that was his desire.


Then he got up and went with Papa to a cave used by a Piney shaman of sorts... to the place where the 'Talks To God' man lives. That's where he'd wait. That's where it would happen.


And in the hours before dawn the People of The Pines, including The Red Paint families, knew a vampire had been born among them. Those strange creatures known as Jersey Devils knew too. Perhaps it was telepathy, or the cricket song? Who cared?


The Pines knows many things


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THE DIMINISHED VAMPIRE, TOMAS, RESTS IN THE MIDNIGHT WOODS... 9/14/14

I had a coin, a small silver disc, quite worn and barely legible. Indeed, it's the only thing I had from my 'first' mortal life. I kept it in a little leather sack. Oh, I had other coins, but that one was special. My father brought it back from a trip to Savoyard holdings in the north of what would become Italy. He showed it to me and said - Look at the writing, Jonathon. See the letters..... I turned it over and said - Hebrew, Papa. It's in Hebrew. How is that possible? Is it old? Does it come from The Holy Land?..... It didn't seem that old. I examined it. It looked brand new, or almost brand new.... He showed me the symbol on the front, a menorah, the Light Eternal from The Temple.... But I had never seen a Jewish coin. We had Venetian coins and Spanish-Arabic coins, but nothing like this..... Look at the name - my father said.... I did.... Malika Hannah, it said.... Queen Anne? - I asked. Who is she? Is it a toy? Is it a joke?.... No - he said. She rules in the Occitan (linguistic term, designating an area in the southern part of French speaking lands). Not a large realm, but quite secure and well respected... He closed my little hand around it and said - Keep it with you always. For you too can be a king.

That was before The Crusades. Yet I kept it with me always. It was with me when I died and I had it during all those centuries as a life-eater (politically correct term for 'vampire'). But I lost it at the time of my second death, my vampiric death, when the born-witch killed me in the theatre (Philadelphia's Academy of Music). Perhaps it's still there under a seat? If they haven't destroyed the place yet.

And while I had it, I always thought I too can be a king. Oh, not in the physical sense. Not it a temporal sense, but figuratively. I could do great things and no one could stop me. I could save the worthy with tiny droplets of my blood and cull those unworthy to live. I could dispense gemstones and treasures to meek souls. I could help complete the world. I could do good things......

Then he stopped. Tomas, also known as Jonathon, just sat there, leaning against a tree, in the midst of many trees, staring out at the moon reflected in a still, small, forest pond. Was he a vampire again, even for a night?... No. Edith could have arranged something. She might have done it. Witchy-women, though not as strong as born-witches, are quite adept and can do many things. A dog might speak words in an obscure, forgotten language. An ugly bride might be a princess. But conjured things are not real and soon revert to the truth. 

What would Tomas be when the magic left him, a mortal with a bellyful of cold, septic, human blood?... Edith understood disease. She could not risk losing Tomas' second body, so she refused to do it.... Was he disappointed?... Of course. But he endured, a soul adrift in a 'borrowed' shell. Although passionate, vampires do know patience.

So he rested there, whispering to the ghosts. They shared stories of their deaths and he did too. Some asked his name. But most didn't care. They just wanted to talk... tattered bits of remembrance rising through the damp, forest air.

Yet one ghost stood apart, an ethereal presence watching from across the pond... a misty white stain lost in time. Tomas studied this lonely apparition, though he didn't say a word. And the 'shade' kept silent too. Though souls possess a 'soul song,' a certain resonance, a unique vibration, eternal and never ending..

And this one seemed familiar.....

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Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: THANK GOD FOR VAMPIRE CHILDREN: I'm still a little nervous about it. Well, maybe more than a little. Not in a million years did I ever think they'd come after me. I...This is a classic episode from three years ago. Focuses on the 'cherubs' too... Baby/toddler vampires usually created by exceptionally evil vampires. But they seem loving and good natured just the same. There's another strain, 'Imps'... six to nine month fetuses, who rip their way through the bellies of newly minted vampire mothers and scurry into the night... Very amoral, when compared to 'cherubs' since their brains are far less developed. But this episode doesn't have anything much to say about them. Cherubs, like elferinos and elferinas possess the power of true flight...



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Phil Collins - A Groovy Kind Of Love (Live in New York 1990).. And EDITH MAKES TOMAS A VAMPIRE FOR ONE NIGHT... 9/12/14

She knew he wanted it. She knew he wanted it real bad. The sun was starting to come up. Sky was still gray. Air kind of damp. Morning's always damp in The Pines. Got that rich, loamy  soil thing going on. Good place for planting bodies. ... They sat on the porch. Edith rocking back and forth. Tomas sweating. She grinds coffee beans in an old fashioned grinder. Still got supplies in The Pines. Trade stuff with rich folks holed up down the shore. Rich folks get them from boats that come down from Canada. Yeah, things are falling apart, but they still got nodes of near normalcy scattered around.



Tomas goes - You can do it. I know you can do it. Throw a hoo-doo. Skrall me real good. I don't care. I don't care if it hurts. Do the magic. Say what you know. Kill a chicken. Kill a rabbit. Please. Please. Please. Look, I can't talk. My throat's so sore. Please...



And then he just looks at her...



Edith, former 'housekeeper' to a pack of night-folk in Center City, Philadelphia and Pine Barrens 'witchy woman' of the first rank, puts down the grinder, looks right at him and sighs. She goes - Sun's up. You can't be no life-eater (politically correct term) when the sun's up.



TOMAS - I'll wait. I'll wait. So, I'll wait. Do it later. I'll sleep. I'll rest. I'll work in the mushroom caves (more like hand excavated mines). I'll play Monopoly Junior with Mister Edith. Who the hell cares!? (shudders) I wanna kill tonight. I wanna kill somebody real bad.



EDITH - Who you gonna kill 'round here? You got 'the visions?'



TOMAS sniffs and shrugs.



EDITH - (shakes her head) Want me to try an' find 'Papa?'



TOMAS bites at a fingernail and shrugs some more.



EDITH - Tomas... you alright?



TOMAS - Yes, I'm alright. I'm fine.... I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.



EDITH - Then why you sweatin' so much?... You know you stink a little bit.



TOMAS - You think I don't know that? God, I hate this 'human' crap.... (starts shaking his knee... remaining coffee beans vibrate in the bowl).



EDITH - You used to idolize it... no, romanticize it. Talked about it all the time. Hugged a sofa cushion to your chest when you did it. Rocked back and forth. Cried a little... What happened?



He gives her a look, like how can she not know that. Then he slumps and closes his eyes.... She studies him. That second body they gave him looks just like him... the first one, I mean. Got the same, long, lose curly hair... fine features. He knows it too... the neck... the jaw... Don't know if that second body started out Spanish/Sephardic, like he is, but... it is now.



Then she see a tear drippin' down his face... that 'eighteen' year old face (second body more like twenty eight, but to Edith they both look young).



EDITH - (whispers) I'll do it... I'll throw a hoo-doo.



TOMAS - (still comatose) And I'll be a vampire?



EDITH - Look, I gotta tell you one thing. Magic ain't the same as real. We can go woo-woo-woo with' all them atoms and all, but it don't last forever. Not like real, 'cause it ain't real. Things snap back. They go. They drift.... That's why Cinderella got a curfew, honey.



TOMAS - (opens his eyes and sits up) I don't care. One night. Just one night. Give me one night. Better that way. We can find 'Papa' later and I can be the life-eater' I'm supposed to be. But just later. Just tonight. OK? (knee starts shakin' again... beans start jumpin') I gotta kill somebody. I just gotta do it.



EDITH - (quietly) Who you gonna kill? (then she gets it) You gone make vampire love to somebody, ain't you?



TOMAS - (shrugs and bites his nail) What d'you care?



She starts grindin' them beans again and shakes her head.... He exhales with relief.



Crows caw, as the sun's rays break through, gilding the scene in the small forest clearing with crisp, orange light. 



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