By: Stitchcat
Hellooooooo all you lovely devourers of all things dark, demented, and downright delicious. I’ve meted out something a wee bit different for all of you today, something I normally wouldn’t read, and not because it’s a Jasper fic.
*gasp*
Yes, it’s a Jasper fic, but it’s…
so…
much…
more…
than just a Jasper fic. *snickers*
I came upon this little doozy once upon a last Halloween. It was for a contest, the name of which is escaping me right now, and I apologize PROFUSELY to those who hosted it. Flog me later. ;) I was prereading for another entry for it, and decided to read ALL of the fics entered because…well, I’m not so sure. Morbid curiosity? I wanted the shit scared out of me? Yeah, I think it was one of those.
See, normally, I’m rather a…chickenshit when it comes to all things scary and…well…dark, (IRONY!!!) especially if there is gore and maiming and blood spurting. Some of you are aware of this and exploit this knowledge, especially when said horror is mixed with an occasional…clown. (See DT’s Halloween ’10 post). I don’t seek out the slasher movie, and I have a tendency to shy away from slasher fics.
But Halloween…well, it has a tendency to bring it out in all of us, and we’re back to that morbid curiosity thing again.
Once again, I digress. You’re all used to that by now though. ;D
But this fic? Holy Linda-Blair-neck-whip. Not only did it have the cojones (aka cahones to us gringos) to leave me quite breathless even amidst the middle of the first chapter, but it also KEPT ME READING, which considering that first chapter, is quite a feat.
Summary: Jasper found his closest companion and Maria her worst enemy in one night of terror. AU.
It begins with a rather ambitious priest, Padre Benito Vela, who is pastor over a rather unambitious parish with only 50 “souls” to lead after war, drought, and disease have dwindled the town’s inhabitants. A stranger to the ole Padre and to his town finds his way to the church, one twenty-year-old Pedro, with news of death and destruction following him, of secret attacks on his own home town, “red-eyed demons” coming in the dark of night to steal away the strongest of men – soldiers – and how in three-days’ time they had all gone missing. Of how he had traveled to other pueblos, his warnings to their villagers having gone on deaf ears.
Dun, dun, duh…
I’ll warn you the first chapter is a brutal one, filled with blood, rape, slash, and slaughter to twist even the staunchest stomach, imho, but I have to share with you this one paragraph. It’s the one that took my breath away with the sheer simplicity of description, and yet depicted a scene so vivid:
He had chanced a look at the main street – all he could see – and immediately wished he hadn't. These were not men, they were monsters. The scene below him, hindered though it was, was that of a nightmare. For an intelligent man like Pedro it was almost impossible to comprehend. Shapes blurred from house to house, room to room, dragging the occupants into the street. The first few minutes of the attack appeared to be pure savagery. People were torn limb from limb, several of the demons converging on what remained and drinking the blood spurting from severed arteries. Body parts were tossed around like children's toys, blood was running in the slop channel in the street. It was as if the creatures had been taken over by a feeding frenzy.
Our sweet Stitchcat has woven a tale of the very beginnings of Maria and Jasper and of Maria’s quest to build her army. However, it’s centered around the POV of Pedro, and of our dear Padre, both of whom meet their fate one warm evening in their town, and its church.
"All you need know is that we are vampires. We feed, we fight and we fuck. That is what we are created for, what we excel at, what we are. You will see soon enough that fighting fuels the need to feed, that feeding fuels the need to fuck. You will fuck anything that moves, anything with a mouth or a hole. It is how it is, there is no God here to shame you, no priest to punish you. Welcome, Pedro, welcome to Hell."
If you’re looking for something new, something different, and a perspective that’s not common, I HIGHLY suggest you scurry on over to Stitchcat’s Dias de los Muertos. It’s only three chapters so far, but even in those three I find myself wanting more. That, and my CardboardWard to snuggle and protect me. Don't forget to leave Stitcheroo some good lovin' by way of reviews, too.
Until next time, may your Darkest Temptations be served…
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