|Starry, Starry Night
||[Nov. 12th, 2006|03:46 pm]
Olivia's Subeta Stories
As she padded around late at night standing on only her back feet, Sera passed the apartment building where most of her friends lived. She smiled up at the window she suspected was theirs and kept walking.|
Seratonin liked to go off on her own and just observe the natural world. There was something about friends' company that just started to make her feel trapped if she had no escape, no matter how much she loved them. As she passed the apartment, the dirt road into the woods got darker. Trees blocked out the light of the waxing gibbous moon and the stars for the most part, allowing only a faint glow on the trunks and branches.
After walking for about half an hour, Seratonin reached one of the banks of Veta Lake. This wasn't a highly populated area; the resort was invisible from this place and nobody was out on a boat.
Sera wore a big black cloak with a black hood. She took the hood off and removed a small package from a well-concealed pocket. Then she flopped down in the tall grass, lying on her back and observing only the stars and the mountains in the distance. She smiled wryly upon seeing the shooting stars and the satellites; there was so much life in the universe even when one was alone.
Sera took something from the package and put it in her mouth. "I absolutely love chocolate-covered coffee beans," she said to the universe.
"Yes, me too," seemed to come the reply from the universe.
"So what have you been up to lately?" Sera asked the sky.
"Busy, as usual," everything seemed to sigh collectively. "How about you? How is the coffee addiction going?"
"Very well," said Seratonin, swallowing her coffee bean and eating another. "I start to get kind of shaky after not having any coffee for a while and I crave coffee, not blood. And when I have enough coffee, I literally could not care less about blood, except perhaps wanting to be as far from it as possible."
"That's good," said everything. It paused, and then asked, "Do you blame yourself for being a vampire?"
"Well, no. I don't blame myself for being born that way. But I would feel lame and weak if I didn't try to change my ways, no matter how natural and unavoidable they may have started out."
"Everyone else is very relieved at that," said everything. "But, you know, by the same token, very few of those who don't control themselves are in fact evil..."
"I know," shrugged Sera quickly. "I just don't like that kind of life very much at all."
"Look at every intelligent, soulful race there has ever been," continued infinity. "They always make mistakes, step on other people's feet, hurt some people, help some people. Conflict is the center of change and growth. It is also the way anything goes forward."
Sera pondered this for a moment.
"Am I schizophrenic and imagining that the universe talks?" she asked.
"No, you just have a habit of answering your own questions by analyzing the look and feel of your surroundings," said everything. "You are characterizing the universe. Also, you have a vivid imagination, a lot on your mind, and you are a bit lonely."
"I see," said Sera. "Do you mind about the whole characterizing bit?"
"Sera, if I minded THAT much, do you know how many people would have been squashed like bugs by me already?"