The Pen That Bleeds

Character Profile: Jaspin Demothenese

Name: Jaspin Aluna Corelin Demothenese
Age: 344 years old
Race: Vampire
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight: 130 lbs.
Hair: Worn short, buzzed in the back and tappering down longer in the front, she wears it parted down the middle. Her hair color is platinum blonde.
Eyes: Her eyes are a startling ice blue, her eyelashes long, and her eye shape a bit tappered at the corners. She always wears a white eyepatch on her left eye, as she lost it in a barfight.
Build: Slender and lean, she is athletic but not muscley. She has small hips, butt, and bust. Her fingers are long and dexterious, and she plays many instruments that accent this feature.

Family: The only family she has left is her twin brother, Colt.

Orginizations: The Shadows

Personality: Jaspin is a big tomboy. She has always been more attracted to male activities, even when she was a human. She loved weapons, she loves cars, she love video games. She is a tough chick who knows how to hold her own in a fight. Above all, she loves to party and have a good time. She is a bit of a sexaholic, and she doesn’t care who ends up in her bed as long as they are sexy, male and female alike. She does have her vulnerabilities, such as her horrible claustrophobia which stems from the fact that she was buried alive after she had been turned.

Background: Jaspin comes from a wealthy Greek family originally. She and her brother would often find themselves on the beaches of their European homeland. They were schooled in the finest institutions money could by at the time. Strongly independant in an age when women were percieved to be delicate flowers, she never found a suitor who could tolerate her fierce nature. The men she didn’t frighten away with her sharp intellect found it impossible to marry her, for her father would not agree to a marraige that Jaspin herself denied. He married her mother out of love, and he wanted the same for his daughter.
    At 20, practically a spinster in those days, she was invited to spend the summer at the chateau of a wealthy Frenchman. She quickly fell in love with the man, and they were to be wed the following winter. However, shortly after her 21st birthday, she was found pale and lifeless in her bed, as if the blood had been drained from her body. She was promptly burried at the chateau, and her grieving family came to give their respects. Unbeknownst to her family, however, the Frenchman was a vampire who frequently fed on young women in the guise of being a suitor.
    When he fed upon Jaspin, however, he failed to realize that she had bitten him in defence, and some of his own blood had made its way into her system. Normally, a simple bite from a vampire would not turn a victim, and the victim would need some of the vampire’s blood.
   Some days later, while Colt was sitting at her grave, Jaspin had managed to dig her way out and her hand emerged from the soil. Colt promptly pulled her out, only to be immediatly attacked and fed upon by his sister, a starving vampire. Jaspin quickly snapped to her senses once she recognized her brother, who was now on the verge of death. She quickly and instinctively bit into her own wrist and fed her brother her blood. Fearing he would hate her for what she had done, she tried to flee the country, but he followed her. Colt was not angry with her, and the two of them decided that they would find their way in this new underground world they were not a part of. They sought the help of the Frenchman who turned Jaspin in the first place.
   After a few years, they had grown accustomed to their new lifestyle, and managed to figure out a way to keep their fortune. They have been living a rich lifestyle since. In the 1700s, they immigrated to the New World and built themselves a vampiric empire in what would become modern day New Orleans. There they founded The Shadows, a group of vampires who strive to keep their existance a secret to the rest of the world.

The next few posts you are going to be seeing from me are some character profiles for several of my characters that I have floating around in my head. They all come from the same Universe, one in which Vampires are real, and humans know of their existance, and there is a constant war going on between four distinctive groups. I’ve not written anything for this story yet, and most of it is residing in my head. I’ll be posting about the various characters and other aspects of the story.

Part of the story will eventually be on both my deviantART account and my Fictionpress account. This is one I intend on publishing at some point, so I will not put the full version online.

Hopefully you will enjoy it.

Sincerely,

Stephanie Bingham
aka The Writer Behind The Pen That Bleeds

The Agency (part 3)

These people, who all had special powers, they had special names too. A Fiery was someone who had power over fire and heat. An Aqua was someone who could make water move. A Seer was someone who could catch glimpses of the past, future, or present. A Healer, obviously, could use Aythir to heal people. A Sandman was someone who could control sand and dirt. A Windy was someone who could create winds. Icicles controled ice.

A Spark controled electricity, and to some extent anything that ran on electricity. That’s what Jimmy was. He was a Class 2 Adept Spark, meaning he was very powerful but had control of his powers. Class 1 was the most powerful, and Class 13 was the least powerful. Adepts had control over their powers, while Bombs had no control. Rogues were people who were rebels, people who fought the Agency and the Church of Aythir.

Jimmy could do a lot, including make electricity in his fingertips. I never had to worry about bringing extra batteries for my camera when I went out with Jimmy. He’d just touch my camera and it would be instantly recharged.

One time, me and Jimmy came across a Class 3 Bomb Windy. Poor girl was being chased by a dust devil she uwittingly created when she got pissed off at a hotdog stand guy for putting mustard on her hotdog. We watched it lift her twenty feet in the air, then slam her down hard into a park bench. Bam, knocked her ass out cold.

The dust devil disappeared when she was knocked out, and Jimmy and I ran to her, me vidding the whole thing. She cracked her jaw, dislocated her shoulder, and broke three ribs, but she was alive. We got her to the ER that specialized in unstable powers. She finally woke up after three days, and opted to have her powers stripped.

Later, I edited the fotage I got with “Flight of the Valkyries” playing in the background. One of my most hit vlogs ever.

Echo

(I just remembered I owe you a poem, Echo. Here it is.)

Echo was a curious cat,
she lived in her owner’s flat.
She ate well, but she wasn’t fat,
She was a pirate, as a matter of fact.

Echo sailed the seven seas,
with the aid of pirate fleas.
They hopped a ride on a pekingese,
and ate trout and baby snap peas.

Echo’s journey had just begun,
they sailed into the setting sun.
Every game she played, she won,
all the while having much fun.

One day her story will have to end,
by then, she will have many a friend.
And all the rules she had to bend,
Will remind her of her time well spent.

The Agency (part 2)

(This is only a partial update. If you’d like to read more, or read from the beginning, please go to my Fictionpress.com page for this story: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2700117/1/The_Agency)

This new energy, this special energy, people weren’t sure what it was. Science didn’t know. Many religions said it was the proof of God’s existance. A few religions even sprung up that started worshiping this new energy. Science folk started calling it Aythir, a respelling of the acient Aether, thought to be the fifth element, the element of the spirit and soul. Aythirian churches started popping up amongst many scientists and intellectuals. In truth, The Explosion was the best thing to happen to the Earth, and to humanity. Though several billion people died, those that survived found a new way of life that was easier. Plants and animals florished like never before. There was an infinite energy source through Aythir. Aythir truly was a miracle, and Aythirism was becoming the most popular religion by far. People would pray to Aythir to give them powers.

Of course, the Aythir Church and the Agency worked hand-in-hand. All Aythirian Priests and Priestesses were people who were “awakend.” People who had powers and could use them, and used them to better humanity. Most of the Aytherian Clergy were Healers and Seers, recruited into the priesthood through the Agency. The Agency boasted a utopian, communistic society, but behind-the-scenes, the world was run by more of a totalitarian theocracy. Those who had power, ruled, and the Priests and Priestesses of Aythir were literally the most powerful people on the planet.

(Full text at: http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2700117/2/The_Agency )

I just found out my poem, Yockles and Fliung, has 3 reviews on it on Fictionpress.com. All three reviews are positive. This made me happy.

Puff Puff Pass

Puff Puff Pass
   I feel that sweet smoke
   fill my lungs and soon it comes
   that sweet numbness in my face
Puff Puff Pass
   and as we sit here
   we talk of things and dreams
   that ring so right and free
Puff Puff Pass
   our day will not be wasted
   like we are so far
   responsibilities we have
Puff Puff Pass
   we’ll get things done like always
   I know as I blow
   that smoke through my lips
Puff Puff Pass
   time to put the pipe down
   time to get goin’ to the workin’
   and later when it’s done we’ll
Puff
   Puff
      Pass.

Freewriting #3

(I’ve been reading Rant by Chuck Palahniuk lately. I’m kind of inspired to write a story in a similar manner. We’ll see how this goes.)

Darrel Carens (Close friend of Trudy Galios): Everyone always asks me if I knew Trudy Galios. Yes, I did know her. She was a dear and close friend of mine. No one expected her to do what she done. Nope, sure didn’t. Of course, there is all kinds of speculation as to why she did it. Why she killed. Some people thought she just snapped. Most folks say she was seduced by Crank. Me? I knew her long before she met Eddie Crank. She was always curious about what it would feel like to kill someone. We’d talk about it in a joking manner. Detail how we’d find a victim, how we’d kill them, if we’d torture them, how we’d get rid of the body, how we’d avoid the police. We never were serious about it, at least I wasn’t. I think she was too afraid of the consequences. Of course, her fear went away when she met Eddie Crank and his friends. After the first body turned up, mutilated in a way we had talked about, I chalked it up to pure coincidence. After the second and third bodies, I wasn’t sure just what to think anymore. Then they moved to New York City, and I hadn’t seen Trudy since.

Franny May Hallard (Mother of Tommy Hallard, victim #34): When we first heard on the news about the killing spree that started sweeping the New England area, neither of us thought it would reach down here in Rhode Island. I remember hearing on the news about three murders happening in some small town in New York. The bodies were found three miles apart from each other in different parts of the forest around the town. That’s how it always was. They’d go to each town and kill three people, and place their bodies three miles apart, three days apart from each other. Sometimes they were blacks, sometimes they were whites. Some were men and some were women. I think that’s what scared Tommy and I so much, the fact that there wasn’t any rhyme or reason to the victims. It wasn’t until the fifth round of murders that people started to connect them all together. Then the copycat murders started happening across the country.

Eddie Crank (Founding member of the Crank Death Squad): Shit, all it really was was just a few friends havin’ a little fun. World is so overpopulated, we figured we were doin’ humanity a favor. Hell, lotsa people started immitating us. We didn’t know how outrageous it would become. We did have a system for pickin’ out victims, though. Sure, we did. We had a hacker, an information gatherer, Roy Dangerous. He’d find out all kinds of things ‘bout people in a particular town or city, scumbags and criminals, but of a higher callibur than your run-of-the-mill petty theft. We went after corperate heads that depleted company retirement funds. We went after blond bimbos who married rich old men for their money. We went after dirty cops, drunk drivers who’d been convicted of manslaughter. Oh, and rapists and child molesters. Those were our favorites. Honestly, I think that’s why we got away with it as long as we did. Most people didn’t know we were killin’ criminals, especially when we’d pick off corporate bigwigs. The whole thing really was Trudy’s idea. She just didn’t have the courage to do it until I came along.

The Agency

“They eat guinea pigs in Peru and Bolivia.” Jimmy said as we drove downtown. “In fact, guinea pigs were first domesticated there as a food source around 2000 B.C.”

“You’re kidding.” I say, shaking my head.

“Nope. 65 million guinea pigs a year are eaten by Peruvians and Bolivians.” He said, turning down a side street. ”In America, you can get cute little outfits for your pet guinea pig.”

This was our nightly ritual, as it had been for the past three weeks. Driving downtown, while Jimmy spouted useless and trivial facts. The man was a walking, talking game show.

“In China, St. Bernard meat is the prefered dog meat. In America, people spend at least 50 bucks a month to have their St. Bernard’s bathed and combed at professional pet salons.” He said, pulling the car to a stop. ”They can even get their nails painted at no extra cost.”

“What the fuck does a dog need its nails painted for?” I asked, shaking my head again. Jimmy just shrugged.

“It doesn’t. But it makes the owner feel better that their pet looks cute or some shit. Mostly it’s rich bitches that do that kind of thing.” He said, opening up the car door.

We both got out of the car. Jimmy had parallel parked it on the corner of the street we were on an an allyway. “Did you know that a coconut is actually the seed of the coconut tree? It’s the largest seed in the world.”

“Crazy shit, man.” I responded. Some people might think I just respond to Jimmy out of habit, but I’m genuinely interested in what he has to say. Most of what comes out of his mouth is very interesting. And he knows that it catches me, he knows he’s got me hooked. I’m addicted to his trivia.

“What’ve we got tonight, Jimmy?” I asked him as he pulled out a small device. It was an iPod, slightly modified. And by slightly modified, I mean it wasn’t an iPod anymore. It had a special antena in it that picked up special energy waves. That’s what he called it, special energy. Energy emitted by individuals who were extraordinary in some way. Energy that was unclassified, unlike anything that science could explain.

“Looks like a Fiery.” He said, a bit of a smile on his face. “Damn, I love Fieries. They’re always so much fun.”

“How aware?” I asked.

“Not at all.” He said with a little bit of a chuckle. “Completely untapped.”

“Where?”

“She’s up on the 14th floor. I’m running a scan on the building to get her room number.” He said with a nod. After receiving the room number, he’d transfer the data to the Agency. The Agency would then analyze the data and determine if she was a potential asset or a potential threat. If she was a potential asset, the Agency would attempt to trigger her power. Too little of a power, and she would be considered for an internal job at the Agency. If she had enough power, she’d be recruited into the ranks of those who fought to keep the country safe. Too much power, well, she’d be considered a full blown threat, and she’d be neutralized. That is, she’d be taken to a special place where her powers would be completely stripped from her and she’d go back to living life as a normal, boring person.

“Anymore in the area?” I asked.

“Nope. Time to move to the next grid.” Jimmy said, yawning a bit. “Then we can call it a night.”

The Angency ran the world these days. It all started happening after The Explosion. The Explosion was the result of scientists meddling with stuff they didn’t understand, all centered around experimentation with anit-matter and particle accelerators. No one knows exactly what happened, but a massively catastrophic explosion centered at the Large Hadron Collider wiped out most of the Earth on that side of the globe. Humanity and civilization as we knew it came to a stand still. Economies collapsed, riots ensued, natural disasters increased ten fold, there was food shortages and some sort of strange, new energy never before seen or even conceived by humans was discovered.

The Agency was born out of necessity more than anything. The last remaining world leaders got together and formed it. The population of the earth was just under 1 billion now, the rest killed off by either The Explosion, or natural disasters, or other man made catastrophies. The world became run under one government. Money was done away with, and every human was given the necessities to live, while they were rewarded with leisure and recreation by excelling in their jobs.

Soon, though, it was discovered that this new energy deposited itself around the globe. And it was attracted to living things, plants and animals and humans. The energy could be harvested from the side of the Earth that had been destroyed and used as an infinite power source. It emitted nothing harmful.

The side effects it had on plants and animals was that it made them grow larger, made them more nutritious.

The side effects that this energy had on humans, well… It gave humans abilities. Powers that were once thought to be impossible. People could control things like fire, water, air, sand, dirt, plants, and electricity. Some people could read minds, others could make things move with their minds, and others still had precognitive dreams.

The Agency learned this, and knew that this was bad news. Because however peaceful the new world government seemed to be, there was a behind-the-scenes war being fought. Rebels exist perpetually, and now these rebels had the potential to be very, very dangerous. People with abilities had to be found, and they had to be controled.

The easiest way to control someone is to have them work for you. So the Agency started recruiting people with abilities to work for them. People who were strong enough became military personal, police officers, and emergency workers. People who had weak powers were generally given desk jobs. Those who couldn’t control their powers, or who used their powers criminally were generally caught. They would then be neutralized, given a treatment that would clense them of the special energy attatched to them. Criminals were then jailed. Those who just couldn’t control it, or didn’t want power, were sent home.

Jimmy worked for the Agency, and had been working for them ever since his special ability was discovered. He was a Shocker, someone who could control electricity and electronic devices.

Me? I was just a normal human being, no special abilities. I didn’t even work for the Agency. But Jimmy was a close friend, and I was a journalist, and he would take me along on his assignments. They made for a great vlog.

We got back in the car to head to the next part of the city that Jimmy had to inspect. I was recording the whole night with a camera that had been implanted in my eye. Later, I’d go in and edit the video, add a sound track, and upload it to my journalism vlog. Hopefully, we’d see some action tonight. People always loved disaster. I wish I’d been there to vlog The Explosion.

Unfortunately, due to some health issues I had over the weekend and into Monday, I was unable to get the poems together for my A Poem An Hour challenge.

I still intend to do this, but with less strict rules. I’m just going to write a poem an hour one of these days soon, doesn’t matter what kind, it just has to be at least 8 lines long.

So I owe my friend lunch at Panera Bread for not completing her challenge.

Druster’s Drelow

Druster played the drelow,
It shinied like a crendo.
He livlied it a xinklow
In it’s dinty mesko.

Druster flude the ferow,
Like any wexly greso.
He pippled down the zano,
And quently he did ghello.

Brandel’s Quwong

Brandel loved his quwong,
He snowered it with pelrong,
And hendered it in wintlong,
And jightied it for voo-ong.

Alas, it died in fesong.
Brandel trit his artong,
He marmmered to his yinnong
How he missed his quwong!

Drogged Hinnigh

Back ye plenker faligh!
Or jelk my frilly peltigh!
Lest ye trelk your gelghigh,
Ye will klonk your neerigh.

Into steinkty frondligh,
I’ll cast ye with a quiligh!
Leave this drogged hinnigh,
And let me have my jortigh.

Troddle And Her Scroolesh

Basking in the ganglesh, Troddle pilked the dinlesh. She mukiled through the fulgresh While fastering on grodgesh. Behold, her eyes were roobesh! She held franlinks with such unesh, Whilst scronking tubber floodesh, And yonking decadent scroolesh.

Tander Sloothing

Kradled was the rinling
In its dinly druning.
Farther snol the ling,
Tander for the cloing.

And harlik was the gilfing
Sloothing down the telring,
Bandered in its jilking
As it flothed the flurning.