Shut Your Mouth, Merrywhether

[Kaelani]

A date. A date? Kaelani had a date?!

What kind of vampires go on dates? she thought, attempting with all her might to shove the thought away. But she knew she couldn't; no, the woman was far too gone for that to happen, and Uriah had convinced her. She was even wearing one of her new dresses; leather and form-fitting. With each step on the stone of the interconnecting alleyways, Kaelani's new stilletos clicked with a delicate sound, in perfect rhythm. This vampiress was going somewhere, and she was approaching her destination with haste.

Ironically, she wasn't chasing after the man of her dreams on this night. The glimpse of child and trike that disappeared around the corner of Torment and Eighty-Fifth had pink ponytails and cherries on her lolita dress. Merrywhether was her name, and it was on her that Kaelani's heart was set.

Why, one would ask? Kaelani always had an odd sort of liking to odd things and unique creatures such as this one: Merrywhether McKaine. Not many liked her, and there were many popular reasons for it. Perhaps one reason was her unfailing Tourette's syndrome, or her unnatural habit for quoting movies and television shows. Either way, the thing, as so many called her, tugged at 'Lani's heart as if by the claws. Not only did the want and yearn to have the deranged child as her own make her blood chill and her mind scream with crazy delight, but something in the pit of her stomach tighten. Something about Merrywhether had the potential for a wonderful, one-of-a-kind childe. One that many could attempt to copy, but never truly replicate.

After several minutes, at Larch and 50th, the trike was discarded into the tall grasses and the girl took a run down a hill - into the graveyard. One couldn't exactly blame the woman-child for stepping all over people's graves when she really had no clue to what she was doing or where she was going; she was simply a go with the flow type of person, and it was likeable. Even if the random actions were cause of mental illnesses or being sheltered into a twisted reality.

Kaelani found it rather difficult to run down a wet grass hill in stilletos - in fact, there were a few times where her heel had caught in a hole in the ground, or when she had simply slid in a mudpatch. On one of the latter incidences, her body did continue to roll down the hill; tumble-tumble-tumble her body went, until finally she landed cheek-first in the wet dirt and grass, just beside a tombstone. Reaching one hand upright, her fingers curled to grip onto the cool stone, hoisting herself back up onto wobbly legs. With a huff, the woman produced enough air to blow mud-slicked hair out of her face.

"Fucking wonderful," she cursed under her breath, moving forward once more in a walk; she was taking her sweet time now, for the tumbling had put her practically behind Merry on the trail. The girl was dirty from her head, down to her toes - of which one set were covered in a pacific blue Mary Jane, and the other was completely bare, accumulating grains of dirt between her toes. Kaelani gave a disgusted wrinkle of her nose to that. She would definitely have to be cleaned.

But that was when it happened. A splash - really, it was more like the sound of two people kissing. A cow's hoove in the mud, slurping, attempting to wriggle free. But this object that was sloshing about in a mud puddle was Merrywhether's shoe itself. The covering was completely engulfed in thick, brown water and dirt... and she was enjoying herself.

Oh My Darling - the name that would be on her city certificate - was enjoying bouncing and literally flailing in the mud. Dirt and nasty water from graves. From graves.

Nasty. Dirty. TaintTaintTaint, was what filled Kaelani's mind. Yet, the woman inched closer, one wobbling step at a time. From behind the pink-headed child-woman, and in mid-bounce, Kaelani's arms coiled possessively around her midsection and the dress that was mayhaps a size too big.

She'd been prepared for kickings, for a small fist in her face or even teeth attaching to her cheek; but no matter the defensive moves and clever distractions that the small one had, Kaelani was God Damn Determined to sire Merrywhether.

"Merry! We're going to have a fun time," the vampiress started, swinging the smaller frame in her arms as if she held a ragdoll. "I'll give you a bath, and then buy you a goat! How does that sound, Merrywhether?" The silly thing about this whole scenario was: not a syllable out of her mouth had a joking tone to it.

[Oh My Darling]

^she _was ^a _bumbling ^idiot _of ^a _vampire

Always

_second ^rate _and ^too _late

Or

^getting _in ^the _way

Sweet and silent. Calm and sane. Merrywhether's manners were at it again...

Backup.

Holdon.

Waitwait.

That can't be right. No.


Merrywhether was sitting inside of a mud puddle, staring down at the the mud. She pondered what made mud mud. What made it delicious-looking?

The neighbor-kid from down the block had seen her one day, playing in the mud, and had filled a cup up with it and told her that it was a chocolate milkshake. And Merrywhether, silly Merrywhether, had believed him. What else was she to do? All she could do was take people at their word. Silly, silly Merrywhether.

As she squished her fingers into the goop, she watched. Her mind was in all sorts of places... all sorts of unimportant places. And then it skidded to a halt as she thought the word milkshake. Chocolate milkshake.

One of her hands lifted, full of mud. And just as Merry was about to shove the rain-wet dirt into her mouth, somebody came up behind her and scooped her out of her play-area.

Thoughts were racing. What was she supposed to do? What had mother told her to do? If they try to take you...you scream, Merrywhether. You scream until you can't scream anymore. Kidnapping is a horrible thing. Horrible. And bad people will try to kidnap you, too, Merrywhether. Not that I'm too worried about it. They'd bring you back after a few hours, Merrywhether.

Merry wasn't moving at all. She was hanging there limp--like a ragdoll.

Suddenly, she jerked...

Her lipstick-smeared mouth opened wide...


And Merrywhether...



She screamed.

^she _was ^a _bumbling ^idiot _of ^a _vampire

Always

_second ^rate _and ^too _late

Or

^getting _in ^the _way

But

_{so easily manipulated}