Listening to: BSG Apocalypse

This was was like a movie, but I was distracted from writing this till now, so the details are fuzzying.

Was part of a vampire clan. Interestingly enough, there was something that was an Opposite to Vampires. No idea what they’re called now, but they ended up having leathery feathered wings and could run around in the daytime. That was a subplot, running from them.

Ransacked this small town. Wild bit was when someone used a salt line mixed with something to create a barrier against us. Walked up to one and flicked the air, making a blue, ripply barrier shimmer then fade back to empty air.

Tahri was in this one. But, sad to say, she was already dead by the time I came across her. Sorry dear. I was evil.

The one that sired me and three others died in a fight, which ended up killing two of us.

The main plot was my “girlfriend” getting me back from the clan. Kept calling her ‘my girl’ and shit. She even went so far as to join those opposite vampire things. I didn’t know this till her winged “father” told me to come to a location under a flag of truce.

Got there and she and I talked. Those bits are gone from my memory, but she was pleading with me to let her try something. My mood was ‘this should be interesting’, and let her try whatever it was.

The clan decided to attack then. Whatever she did to me, I finally recognized her as my wife before becoming part of the clan. One of the clan went to kill her, and I caught him in mid air by the throat… Twisting it till it beheaded him.

Her winged clan blamed her for this. My clan blamed me, rightly so, for the death of my brother: The dude that survived the death of our sire with me. During this confusion, my former wife and I bit each other in a very “Underworld” move. During this, we changed into hybrids of both sides. I recognized her face as my real life life wife with black hair, she recognized something in me too after losing her wings.

The fight that went on around us, left us to our own devices. Wingless, she hopped on the back of a bike behind me. I asked her what she wanted me to do. She said “Burn It.” I Molotov Cocktailed the window of the building where the fighting was going on and rode off into the night.

Not a very happy ending since we were still pissy over everything, but we were together at least.

Funny thing, dreams.