A VAMPIRINA TAKES A LITTLE GIRL FOR PANCAKES .. 3/22/15

Annie has a purpose. She doesn't know it, but she suspects. I suppose scope and direction of her purpose means little to her. She senses power and understanding and knowledge. And she was meant to live surrounded by night-people, for who better to guard and understand a little girl like her?

I cannot tell you exactly what she is, though I can furnish an illustration. In ages gone by, people thought stars were tiny, pinpoint holes punched in the Heavenly Dome so fleeting beams of Divine Light might pass through. Perhaps she is one of those? Granted, her actions have not always been what one might call 'Godly,' but that happens. The finest hounds grow from unruly puppies. The being we call 'Papa' was attracted to her for a reason.

Some believe she came through more than seventy years ago. The tainted vessel, known as Hitler, knew. That's why he slaughtered so many children. Well, it was one of the reasons. Whether she was, at that time, a little Polish Catholic girl, or a German Jewish girl, or a Roma (Gypsy) or any other victim is not known. But she was there and they destroyed her. Now she's back.

Basically, she's just a child. Annie asks - What ever happened to the lady who gave her kid shitty pizza? ... Sarah says she doesn't know, but can find out. ... Annie goes - And the little girl too? The one who ate the shitty pizza?... Sarah nods... the little girl too... Annie goes - Shitty pizza, shitty pizza, shitty pizza. I like the way that sounds. There ought to be a 'shitty pizza' song..... Annie smiles. Sarah smiles too. They sit downstairs in the basement, playing Chutes and Ladders with the little ghost boy, the polio victim. He can't manipulate, or interact with physical matter, at least not consistently, so Annie takes a turn on his behalf. He likes that. Look, he still wants to win.

Edith keeps Jonathon company. They sit in his music-room-chapel. He reads treatises from La Ciencia Vampirismo.  She likes the way the ancient lambskin pages smell. The colors are still quite vivid. Handwritten old books are like that. In a sense, it's a bit of a compendium... lots of Kabbalistic texts distilled and slightly altered for vampire eyes and other paths toward the divine too. Night-folk experience so much. To be truthful, La Ciencia Vampirismo is still being written. Literate observation never stops.

Jonathon pauses, turns toward his old, mortal friend. Edith comments on the material in her own, homespun way.... The 'correction of the soul.'... That's what it's all about. And apparently Annie has a part to play.

The parchesi game down in the basement (actually a best of five series) comes to an end. Sarah and Annie let the little ghost boy win. He likes that. After they put the game away, Sarah takes Annie for pancakes. Their favorite Waffle House is open all night, so that's not a problem. Now, little girls out for pancakes in the wee, small hours of the morning might be a bit unusual, but 'vampire eyes' take care of everything. So they sit there, among twenty-somethings coming down from a night at the clubs. Sarah likes the hot tea.

Annie wants a few scratch-off lottery tickets on the way out. Sarah says they don't need it. Money, in their world isn't a problem. Annie begs. She insists. Sarah pays for three five dollar, twelve ways to win games. Needless to say, each one is a winner. Seven hundred and fifty dollars for a strange, more than enchanted little girl.

But on the way home through the dark, not quite winter, not quite spring streets, she gives it all to a part time homeless woman with nine fingers.... She goes - Hey, lady, you need any money?..... Woman goes - Sure. When don't I need money?.... Annie gives it to her, six hundreds and three fifties from the three, two hundred and fifty dollar wins.... The woman looks at Sarah... Sarah goes - It's all right. Take it.... The woman does. They walk away.

Annie goes - I like that. It felt good.... Sarah straightens the little girl's scarf and says - I know.

And they walk on toward the house.

Annie's changed... Not 'Little Bastid Annie' anymore...

And she's only beginning....

Edith silently opens the door and lets them in. Then she just as silently locks it.

Thus ends the night, as the first grey wash of dawn plays over the bricks.

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The Circle of Life Broadway 1998 Tonys.. ANNIE TALKS ABOUT CIRCLES TOO .3/19/15

They sat in the kitchen. Odd, even in a largely vampire household, so much happens in the kitchen. Annie was bathed and dressed in an outfit Sarah got for her... skinny jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt and a hoodie. Sarah knows. Edith gave her fish sticks, but the good kind, made from real fish. And they all just sat there watching her eat. She'd dip into the cocktail sauce... take a bite... savor the flavor... Jonathon would say - Do you want to tell us anything?..... Annie'd say - Uh huh... Then she'd eat some more. Even Baylah was there. Annie looked at her and said - She's pretty.... Baylah mouthed - Thank you.... A few heartbeats later, she downed eight ounces of SNAPPLE, took a breath and said - OK, I'm ready. Edith, could you like lower the lights? I talk better in less light.... Edith says - Sure baby... and adjusts the dimmer switch.


Then they sit there 'round the large, granite breakfast bar like a paranormal version of that Night Hawks painting. Hey, they are night-folks after all. Nobody says a word. The tall clock in the entrance hall chimes. The polite, little, good-hearted ghost boy watches from the shadows.


Annie sighed, looked down at the glossy counter top and began ---- When I got zapped off them shootie-chutes, I didn't appear on the street outside here right away. It felt like it was right away, but it wasn't. You know a second has fifty million scillion little pieces in it. And each of those pieces can be chopped up a whole lot more. I know, 'cause I saw this thing on TV and Albert Einstein's head... like a cartoon version of his head, bounced all around explaining it. You know... black holes... time and all.. and he sang little songs. Well, that's what happened to me. I did things. I was with people... or they looked like people. Vampires look like people, but they're not. Other things look like people too. They told me that the big thing is not that we are people, but that we're something else......


Where were they... the ones who spoke to you? - asked Sarah. What did they look like?


I don't know - moaned the strange little girl. They changed. Like smoke, but there was no smoke. Maybe like mist. Is that the right word? You know, I don't go to school and my 'mother's' like a teacher too. Do you think God made a mistake? Do you think I was always supposed to be here? 


Jonathon kissed the top of her head and said - I don't know.


The arc of a life and the arc of a death go together to form a circle. I remember that. They said that - whispered Annie. I don't know what it means. I thought maybe it was words from a song, but I couldn't remember which one. Is it from a song?


It's from something, but not a song - said Jonathon.


Edith knew. She knew because he sometimes hid the books with her. You know... like when he's on the run, or hiding, or when 'stuff' is happening. A lot of people hide things in The Jersey Pine Barrens. She has a cabin there. That'a where Mister Edith is. That's where them Red Paint People are and Pin Head Mel and Horsey Skeezix. Mafia hides bodies there too. Some say you can hear them mumbling under the mud.


Every once in a while, Edith would look through the books. La Ciencia Vampirismo and the journal. She wasn't fluent in archaic Spanish and other old Iberian dialects, but witchy-women have their ways. The letters would dance around on the page and snake from place to place til she could read the ancient, vellum pages. And once, in an old, buried casket, she found a moldering copy of The Zohar (The Radiance), first book of The Kabbalah. Two Red Paint guys told her she should put it back. They said the belief is religious treatises have souls and when no longer serviceable are interred like the dead. But she heard it calling to her. Maybe it wasn't so 'dead?'


The arc of a life and the arc of a death... Edith knew what that meant too.


And what with Annie being back and all, something was gonna happen.... Will it be scary?..... Who knows?


But look, you hang around here. So you sure as hell know it'll be weird.


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MAYBE FATE IS JUST HOW IT IS?... 3/19/15

<continuation of episode where ANNIE shows up>

Jonathon looks at Annie and says - What happened? Why are you here?..... She put down the cake and says - I don't know. thought I was on the shootie-chutes. what are you askin' me for.... Jonathon says - Let me see your teeth.... Annie grimaces, exposing her teeth and goes - See? she already asked me that. I'm not a vampire. OK? ... Edith says - She just came. I looked out through the drapes and she was walking up and down the street, all alone in the dark...... Annie goes - I was afraid to come in..... Jonathon asks - Why?... She just shrugs..... Sarah comes in too. She gasps. She just looks... Annie returns to her hunk of cake and says - Hello, vampire-lady (then to no one) Shit. Why'd I eat this crap? She would a took me for pancakes?... Jonathon wants to question her, but Sarah shuts him up. Annie can be a touchy kid and now's not the time.

So they fix her up in a nice, little room on the third floor and tuck her into bed. Annie says she wants to watch a movie. Jonathon and Sarah don't have any children's movies. But Edith has some DVD's in her room and an old DVD player. So they set it up in Annie's room and put in The Wizard Of Oz. The strange, little girl drifts off to the strains of Over The Rainbow, as two moral vampires and a witchy-woman from the Jersey Pine Barrens talked about her downstairs.

Sometimes night-folk attempt to control their own fates. They forget that they are simply tools and implements controlled by others. You may recall a phrase Jonathon occasionally quotes - Not The Shepherd, but the sheepdog.... That's how a lot of vampires, the moral, or 'noble' vampires see things.

Maybe Annie was wrong to leave? Whether vampirina or mortal, maybe her place was here with these special souls?... Well, now she was back.

The little ghost boy in the basement was glad. He sublimated up through the house and sat by her bed as she slept. He liked The Wizard Of Oz too. When it was over, he listened to her breath. Unlike the vampires, Annie really needed to breathe and the ghost boy liked the sound. After all, he was a polio victim and breath was dear to him.

Jonathon wanted to return to the streets for a final walk... one last patrol before sun-up. Days were growing longer now and vampires don't like that. Every moment in moonlight is a moment of freedom. 

But Jonathon did not go out again. He stayed home that night. Annie was there... And he had to be there too.

Shhh, she's sleeping. Come back next time. Maybe she'll talk...

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SOMETIMES I JUST WRITE STUFF, OK? ... 3/17/15

This is not my regular post. That will come a bit later tonight. This is just a dialog (monologue ?) .. a message for other bloggers and writers. Basically, just some musings I'd like to share. I don't know how to put up graphs and charts or photos. All I can do is feature music vids from You Tube. I do that from time to time for 'atmosphere,' or to provide a 'score.' But this won't even have that. 

OK, here it is---
1) Don't edit yourself. Put it ALL on the screen. Listen to the characters talk and just write it down. It's not strange. It's unique. Don't get too hung up on grammar or punctuation. You know... within reason, but what do you want to be, a writer, or a secretary? Only supercilious nerds will call you to task for minor infractions or inaccurate spelling. Besides, even Shakespeare never met an extra 'e' he didn't like. Play the keyboard like a musician, not like a mathematician.

2) Support everybody. Follow as many people as possible. I don't know much about Face Book. Most of my references are based on Twitter. Retweet as many posts as you can. New voices CRAVE exposure. So put your efforts where they'll do the most good. I know Twitter has a FAVORITES thing, but nobody SEES that. It's like the opposite of a MUTE.. like saying - here's a gold star that nobody else will ever see.. OK to use in conjunction WITH a ReTweet, but alone ?... let it go. And when I say 'follow everybody,' I mean everybody like you... creative types --- writers, actors, flame swallowers... Don't follow people trying to sell big lists of followers, or people who just don't appreciate you...... 

3) With that we come to BIG NAME, or 'celebrity' accounts. What do you get from that? Many are manned by assistants, or interns (not all, but a lot) and you're just there to read their billboards. A little one sided. Follow stars who at least interact every once in a while and retweeting your gushing praise doesn't count as interacting... You gotta know that. Approach them the same way you would interesting people who aren't well known. Ask about viewpoints, creative philosophies, where they got their first big break. Don't beg for a 'follow' 'cause you're their biggest fan, or your dog just ran away with a bunch a drunken carnies. They don't care. They ARE drunken carnies. (boy, don't that life look fun from the outside?)

4) That's all for now... David Letterman just came on... and CBS is gonna  publicly throw him into a volcano soon, so I don't want to miss it... Not the volcano part, but all the episodes leading up to it... I'm pretty sure they give him a pain killer first

5) OK, now I'm done. Fiction post comes later... Paul's playing I'M A SOUL MAN... God, that band is good.

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THE STRANGE JUVENILE BEING KNOWN AS ANNIE COMES BACK... 3/17/15

THE TOWNHOUSE KITCHEN, LATE AT NIGHT.

A thin, little girl, perhaps nine or ten years old, with stringy, light hair sits at the table eating soup. She is Little Bastid ANNIE. EDITH watches her from across the table. The room is dim. A small flat screen TV plays in the background.

EDITH - Is is good?

ANNIE nods.

EDITH - You want more? I got plenty...

ANNIE shakes her head.

EDITH - ANNIE.... how'd you get here?

ANNIE - They brung me (continues eating)...

EDITH - Who 'brung' you?

ANNIE shrugs.

EDITH - Does your family know? You were with your family, right?

ANNIE nods and looks around. EDITH gives her a paper towel. ANNIE wipes her mouth.

ANNIE - I guess so....

They sit in silence. ANNIE stares at the TV, focusing on a young couple touring houses.

EDITH, the 'witchy-woman' housekeeper, studies the girl... ANNIE begins to laugh, though nothing funny happened on screen.

EDITH - shh... shh... shh...

ANNIE - (looks at her) You want me to tell you stuff?

EDITH - Yeah... if it's true... Is it true?

ANNIE - (nods) Yeah, it's true..... You got any cookies?

EDITH - Yeah. You want some?

ANNIE - (shakes her head)No, but I might like want some later. Is it alright?

EDITH - Yeah, sure it's alright. You know that.....

More silence.....

EDITH - Why were you laughing?

ANNIE - (shrugs, then speaks) Want me to tell you what they looked like?

EDITH - Who?

ANNIE - Them what brung me.....

EDITH just stares.....

ANNIE - I didn't come in no train. I didn't come in no plane, or no automobile, either...

EDITH - That don't mean nothing. Folks travel a lot a different ways 'round here. You know that....

ANNIE - (nods) You got any deodorant? You know, I wear deodorant now.

EDITH - Do you? That's nice. Yeah, we got some. It's 'store brand.' I buy what's on sale though. That's just me. CVS stuff. Is that OK?

ANNIE - I don't care... You want me to tell you 'bout who brung me?

EDITH - Yeah, sure, of course I do. Who brung you? Annie, are you still 'regular?' Show me your teeth...

ANNIE - (raises her upper lip) See? No fangs.

EDITH exhales.

ANNIE - There was four of them. I told you, I can't tell you their names, because I don't know their names. But I'll tell you what they looked like. One was all in white. One was like in a fiery color. The other guy was coppery... Real shiny and real coppery. I can't remember the forth one. I keep thinkin' a lion, but that's from The Wizard of Oz.

EDITH - (recognizes the Arch Angelic references) Does your family know?

ANNIE - I don't know. They know I'm not there. First I was on the shootie-chutes and then WHOOSH! no more shootie-chutes. Hope the fat kid next to me don't get in no trouble.... You got any Entenmann's? Like for desert... 

Edith - Yeah, we always got Entenmann's . Billy lives here. Gimme a minute....

She gets up to go get the cake. JONATHON returns from a night out, enters the kitchen and sees ANNIE...

JONATHON - Oh Jala! (Old Spanish- Al Andalus Arabic for 'Oh God!)

ANNIE giggles and makes a face. 

Edith gives her the cake.

< in case you don't know, Little Bastid ANNIE was a strange mortal child, before becoming a vampire and then, through desperate means, mortal again... now she's back>

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Billy Kravitz' vampire wonderland: a continuation--- AND THE VAMPIRE STEPPED OUT OF T...: The monk-not-quite- a monk felt the breath against his throat. He laid down upon the bare, gray mattress and stared up into the darkness. T...The child-vampire, Annie (when she was still with us) creates an ally.

Then, later, she finds a way to regain her mortality (with help from various sources). She's out there now... and she hears voices too...



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