forever's gonna start tonight
Mar 27, 2019 17:53:37 GMT -5
Post by Teja on Mar 27, 2019 17:53:37 GMT -5
It hit the news fast. And the viewers hard.
Teja was one of hundreds, one of more than hundreds, watching the terror unfold. What a Christmas the poor inhabitants of Stuyvesant Town had to look forward to. Particularly since it was not until Christmas morning that the authorities would send in their squadrons to suppress the outbreak and assist the survivors - all they could do now, at nightfall, was contain it.
It, the outbreak, which had broken all records of outbreaks - in the last place in New York you would expect one. Stuyvesant Town did not even lease to vampires.
But one had gotten in, and now no one was getting out.
The footage had been ghastly, the newscasters grim and pale. Screams from within buildings, some of the windows a tangle of limbs as though the inhabitants were attempting to crawl outside - at first the police had been sent in, and then the first responders were themselves attacked. Altogether horrifying. And no less so were the reports that spread just as quickly of the retaliations around the city. Little nonprofits for the desegregation of vampires, the integration of them into civilized society, churches without religious symbols that sought to cater to vampires, blood bars, vampire nightclubs, and even the houses of a few celebrity vampires - numerous places were broken into, occupants harassed or even injured - or worse; some had simply disappeared. One could pretend they had all gone under their own steam, with enough foolishness. Vampires a hardy bunch, there had been no deaths yet - but the threat this posed to any longterm goals of peace and unity was staggering.
It had taken decades for some of the undead to convince others they could master themselves. And then in one heartbeat, it seemed, the savagery in Stuyvesant had undone it all.
"Of course it's our job," said a police officer on the news at the scene of one of these latter break-ins and disappearances, eyes flashing, "to see to the safety of everyone living in New York." There had been a weighty pause, before he'd blurted, "But they're not all living in New York, are they?"
Teja, something last minute, giftwrapped and silly, tucked under her arm, had abruptly diverted her path from Brooklyn into lower Manhattan. Of course it was unwise. Of course she was cold, and scared, and anxious, and her phone battery was only at 30%.
He's fine, she told herself, even as she got on the wrong train home. He's fine he's fine.
I just have to see it to know. I just have to be sure.
Teja was one of hundreds, one of more than hundreds, watching the terror unfold. What a Christmas the poor inhabitants of Stuyvesant Town had to look forward to. Particularly since it was not until Christmas morning that the authorities would send in their squadrons to suppress the outbreak and assist the survivors - all they could do now, at nightfall, was contain it.
It, the outbreak, which had broken all records of outbreaks - in the last place in New York you would expect one. Stuyvesant Town did not even lease to vampires.
But one had gotten in, and now no one was getting out.
The footage had been ghastly, the newscasters grim and pale. Screams from within buildings, some of the windows a tangle of limbs as though the inhabitants were attempting to crawl outside - at first the police had been sent in, and then the first responders were themselves attacked. Altogether horrifying. And no less so were the reports that spread just as quickly of the retaliations around the city. Little nonprofits for the desegregation of vampires, the integration of them into civilized society, churches without religious symbols that sought to cater to vampires, blood bars, vampire nightclubs, and even the houses of a few celebrity vampires - numerous places were broken into, occupants harassed or even injured - or worse; some had simply disappeared. One could pretend they had all gone under their own steam, with enough foolishness. Vampires a hardy bunch, there had been no deaths yet - but the threat this posed to any longterm goals of peace and unity was staggering.
It had taken decades for some of the undead to convince others they could master themselves. And then in one heartbeat, it seemed, the savagery in Stuyvesant had undone it all.
"Of course it's our job," said a police officer on the news at the scene of one of these latter break-ins and disappearances, eyes flashing, "to see to the safety of everyone living in New York." There had been a weighty pause, before he'd blurted, "But they're not all living in New York, are they?"
Teja, something last minute, giftwrapped and silly, tucked under her arm, had abruptly diverted her path from Brooklyn into lower Manhattan. Of course it was unwise. Of course she was cold, and scared, and anxious, and her phone battery was only at 30%.
He's fine, she told herself, even as she got on the wrong train home. He's fine he's fine.
I just have to see it to know. I just have to be sure.