It's not like he watched me in my sleep or anything, in the brief moments where I would just lay with my eyes closed, instead he would sit in the living room, smoking a cigarette under the chandelier and I wondered how old was he here. How long had he gotten all of this? I wondered if he had drained the blood of everyone involved.
I wondered how deep did his love run to fall in love again? I couldn't help but wonder how much did his body ache from not touching mine, to see me oblivious of his love every day. I remember him taking a bath longer than usual and the thought of him touching himself came to mind to me. I stood there outside the door, wondering which version of me was it. What did he dream of?
I wondered if we were still taken by a red thread, which was around our throats, choking us if we would far away from each other.
I still touched myself to Alex, even if I knew that somehow Jamie would be some other love of my life. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen.
Time goes and love gets distilled with water. Memories come and go. I wait for him outside and he gets out, all dressed already, instead of a wrapped in towel. We behave carefully around each other. Alex was taller. I don't take any steps back, feeling myself in some daydream where he could place me anywhere and trail his fingers in my hair, letting it slide through the tips. I don't move and neither does he. I look at his eyes, but I'm the only lost one.
I grab the hem of my plain shirt and Jamie watches my fingers tug on it, fiddle.
Maybe it's all a fight of love.
He keeps scanning my eyes, trying to understand all the kaleidoscope of my emotions. He carefully takes out his fingers and traces the bite marks from his bite on my neck, as I close my eyes. Jamie slowly removes his hand from it and that's when I see his own fear. His fear of touching me again. I have no idea, I know nothing besides his love, no matter how long he will tell me about the love we shared, it's not ours, it's a dream he had. But I live with that shadow of a dream in my heart. I am somewhat of a prize to be won. I am the crucified Jesus. It's not even that I've fallen in love with Judas, I've lost all roles, throwing the bible away.
Jamie would talk to me sometimes, he would tell me of our love. He would let me finish the sentences, but we never touched each other, we would sit on the couch and he would keep telling me, as I would finish, knowing of how I had once been.
Our knees wouldn't brush and we would share a cigarette box, never tremble between cigarettes.
“Why are you scared?” I say, my breath stopping.
I don't even know our age difference. So many days, months, years have passed. I haven't grown. Jamie stopped ageing and I could see him-
I look up to see a ladder on the ceiling and I see the ceiling dissolve and I see Alex with his top hat, taking it off, upside down and looking at me.
How long has it been?
Jamie never asks.
He looks at the ceiling himself, watching all of the room turn into a whirlwind, slowly disintegrate. Alex's steps get closer and lower, so that he can go down to us. His legs don't tremble and his hair is as long as it always has been. Jamie doesn't take his eyes off me. He takes my chin, lifting it up, as Alex descends further.
“I don't care how long it takes for you to love me.”
“I know.” I breathe out, watching Alex and Jamie, moving my head all the time. I can feel the thread strangle me. I tilt my head, watching the man who loves me the most in the world. Because when love is one sided, it overflows with blood. “You bit me.
You took me from someone else. Because I had done the same. I had taken you away from your life. I gave it meaning.”
I grab his face in my hands and stroke his cheeks as now he finally looks at Alex, who is standing behind me, but without a bat.
I drop my hands, stretch them out to the sides, as Alex puts his underneath my own.
I see me kissing Jamie, I see me watching Alex with my eyes open during the kiss. I can feel my hair grow, I can feel all the years catch upon me. Alex takes his top hat and puts it on my head.
I lean my head back, exposing my neck to Alex, the side without any bites.
Split the baby in two.
Alex bites me.
I scream. Jamie holds me down, I can feel myself, I can see myself asking for blood donations down the road.
I've wanted to fall in love with Jamie.
And I always will. I will go with a bat to Jamie's store and swing it at his ribs. I will try on every dress with the top hat, smoke cigarettes and watch him, oblivious, as Alex watches, how love unravels as far as time goes.
I've been slowly releasing stories which I've finished from my vault, if you must. It wasn't an easy transition from fanfiction to fiction again, even though I've done it now. Sometimes I still write a snippet of something, but due to the limited time I have I mostly focus on fiction.
Bar Eyes and Used Lighter was one of those stories which really shape a place for me and it uses heavily different parts of Edinburgh and I remember I even had a photo of where Alison "met" Jamie for the first time in my old phone. It feels like ancient history with me moving so much and so many things had changed.
Even if there are things I'm confused about, I'm quite solid on my gender and have been for a good few years. So I go back and forth on writing stories with female love interests due to my complicated love life. But I speak about it on length on my new blog.
About Bar Eyes... It was supposed to always come full cycle, I believe. It had many ways to end and this was the most fitting. I wrote this a really long while ago and frankly the previous chapter had been posted like 3 years ago. I just don't want a story like Bar Eyes to have no ending.
I've also got a few more stories up my sleeve, so if you feel like you want to know, most likely I've written it, so feel free to ask or I'll at least tell you what happens or maybe even give it justice enough for an ending. Who knows.
I think the story makes itself clear and I've spoken at length on the inspirations and I've always wanted to actually do a photoshoot of all the places where Used Lighter/Bar Eyes took place, but alas, I won't be going there anytime soon so maybe in many many years time I will go and take some photos, if the places haven't changed that much, which I've heard they have. Maybe keep them to myself, who knows.
It's good to have it finished and I truly loved both Used Lighter and Bar Eyes.
Quite a while back, I had a popular story called Stale Smoke In A Running Circle which focused on the story of a questioning their gender Alison, it was a Kills fanfic, which gained life of it's own and now many years later, I've decided to change the setting and write the unwritten at the time.
It's now fiction, set in Portugal and absolutely bizarre.
They say there is a sadness which doesn't allow one to create and one which does. But what about the happiness which consumes one and somehow love crawls under the skin?
Or is there just some passion gone terribly wrong?
I would never knock on his door, expecting everything to go wrong, instead I drive myself crazy with all the thoughts and making up all the odd stories in my head to kill time. I imagine all the scenarios in which he would love me just as desperately as I would or some reality where he would just push me over and I wouldn't be talking to myself on the couch while staring at the ceiling, making sure that Kate is asleep, the thrill of the honeymoon long gone which I will never recall and all reality blurred to such an extinct that I don't even know if I am drinking any more.
I do nothing.
I've told myself the real story all the time, making sure that I've remembered and forgotten every detail of his skin and how it had felt to kiss his love against his lips. The problem is that there is no ending, no spoilers and nothing to hint anything otherwise. There is just a crashed by my own mood and feelings bachelor party. There are feelings which have gone sour for anyone else. I can only think of my own ending to brace myself to sleep. And maybe that is solace.
Maybe I'll forget your face someday, but for now it's pure agony and I've made my decision with another woman. Be the story teller before I sleep, lure me into those dreams where neither of us are cowards and where we both lose ourselves, I don't really believe that somehow we are not whole but we would surely become something.
To describe something wild, nothing comes to mind to fit it and how to describe it.
When does love collapse?
Why does it end in a whimper?
Why does the receiver of the last letter never respond?
Where do the kisses of love go?
And when will I ever stop telling myself all these stories where we had once loved each other?
The last story is always the truth,
That you were my muse.
That you carried me through life, only
To immerse me in water one last time
So that when I open my eyes
I would see the stars
And you hidden in the dark.
There will never be a truth as vivid
As the one I've told.
Take those steps back, with me in your arms.
Take a future where we fear no man.
I will always mourn.
I've decided to finish off my favourite stories or reveal the final chapters, so that there is nothing left of fanfiction which I didn't neglect. There are a few stories which are on hiatus, which maybe will be turned to fiction later, but for now, I'm showing these loved stories their deserved ending.
Blunderbuss started many many years ago and whenever I had a short idea, it would be tied into this bizarre AU. By the end I had a connection with a guy, which ended up being doomed, so I decided the last chapters to our brief relationship. It seemed like a fitting story to pour my feelings into.
The story ended way before the relationship had, if I recall correctly. It holds how I thought things would end. It's sad to end a story which spanned many years, but here it is.
Thank you for the support and it had been a request originally, back when I had done those. I just want to say thank you.
Life is short. We don't realize it because we're constantly fighting
and that's how we get distracted by the lightning fast pace of it.
I realize that when I meet Lana again, while me and Jamie decided to
eat out, after fishing out all the stupid documents I had ended up
scattering all over the house. I never cared much about my birth
certificate and once we found it, I stared at it for a long while, as
if it was somehow a reminder of my mother. Was that the last gift? My
name? It made me think for a while, as Jamie watched me.
Maybe we should all ask for forgiveness? Maybe there's a point in
She's in a red dress, as I catch her hand before the bathroom. Sister
or not, we were together for a while. Lana stares at my own hand,
slowly removing it, confused at the sudden touch. Jamie headed out
for a smoke. We're leaving the place.
I wanted the house.
“Have the house.” I say. She tilts her head and even narrows her
eyes at me, expecting some backstabbing since I happen to be more
than excellent at that. She looks around, probably wondering where's
Jamie and if he's wired with something to take to court. Lawyers are
lawyers after all.
“What?” She asks baffled. I can see that we've both gotten older
and I always forget to take care of myself, while Lana on the
opposite with her status as a trophy wife does everything to look
“I don't want it.” I say. Maybe she's wired and she steps closer
to me, as if to make sure that I'm saying the things she is hearing.
“But you live there.”
“Ah.” Of course. From who she could've heard? No one. I'm sure
Jack as displeased as he was, didn't call my sister to tell her that
his boyfriend left him to try with his ex-spouse again. “Jamie's
got a place.”
an apartment in the city. Where are you going to paint?” How does
she even know? But then maybe word spread, it's not like we have a
different circle of friends.
“I don't need that much space to paint.”
“You always claimed that you did.”
“I was an asshole.” I shrug, recalling how I would make a
commotion for mom and Lana to leave the garage alone because my huge
room wasn't enough for me at all, because I was just being greedy.
Lana just smirks slightly, crossing her arms and I look down at her
huge heels. She feels so stereotypical, but she always wanted this.
All she's missing is the children which will come along the way in
the next few years.
“For being an asshole?” She reaches into her purse and pulls out
a box of cigarettes, also to indicate that she is done with this
conversation and would join anyone else outside, which isn't Jamie,
since she still has all reasons to hate him. You'll always hate the
person who you were left for.
“Yeah.” I pause. “I mean, not that.”
“Go on.” I catch Lana's attention. A woman walks past us, still
fixing her hair after the mirror. Lana sighs and looks at her
manicured nails. I never liked having long claws, but as years went
on hers got longer and longer and I would tell her how impractical
they were, but she wouldn't listen.
“I'm sorry for... Jamie. I'm sorry for leaving you.” I leave it
vague, because people are listening, women are listening as they fix
their make-up. Lana looks away, biting her lips, rubbing her arm with
“It took you more than seventeen years to say that.” She says and
I can see that she's holding from making her voice break. Lana looks
back at me and I see her eyes shimmer. I've left her alone. We didn't
really have many friends. We were always there for each other. I
always imagined our forgiveness differently, I'd think we would get
back together, I'd even think that we would hook up for time's sake.
Maybe there's some love which doesn't last. We've been so distant.
And I've discarded her.
Now I cross my arms before I wrap my arms around her, as she begins
to cry. We've grown. We've grown apart. Maybe it's best that we're on
track. I move her from side to side, as if we're small again. Lana
gives out a small laugh and eventually pulls away from me.
She wasn't even angry at mom for long.
She leans in, but then leans back, smiling.
It's all gone.
I smile back.
That's pretty much it. I'll try to give justice to the few stories that I actually finished. I enjoyed the whole love triangle between Lana/Alison/Jamie I had created quite a while back. Maybe I'll use it in some sort of way in fiction, who knows. I love revisiting old stories and looking them through.
I know this last chapter is very long overdue, but I hope it is still loved.
I thought it would be longer, I knew that it would go differently, that Jamie/Alison would be endgame and whatnot.
I'll really miss writing fanfiction full time and I do. But I've been working a lot on new stuff, even if I'm on a brief hiatus currently, because when am I not?
RV made me think a lot and it'll forever have a small place in my heart.