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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 7/7 6:46am Subject: The Beast - OC, vignette
	Title: The Beast Author: VaderLVR64 Characters: OC Summary: You can’t fight your own nature. Notes: Rather mature themes of violence, though nothing explicit. Read at your own discretion. The Beast The beast rouses up, blinking stupidly from its long and dreamless slumber. With its waking, comes the hunger – that deep, gnawing need - and I weep in despair. I try to soothe the monster, calm it into sleeping once again. I am hoping to assuage the fierce appetite that holds me fast in its grip. I am not successful. The claws are sunk deep and will not budge. Carefully, I assemble the mask that protects me. On the surface, I am nothing more than a placid, somewhat awkward man. I am not particularly good at my job, but my skills are unique enough to provide job security. I go about my tasks, plodding from one day to the next. I am the most innocuous of beings. I close my eyes and try to find some small, calm place inside my fevered brain. It does not exist, so it is not to be found. I am not surprised. However, I maintain the pretense out of habit, I suppose, searching for something that is no longer there. Later I want to be able to tell myself that at least I tried. I don’t like to lie, especially not to myself. Sometimes a lie is necessary, but lying out of habit is one bad habit I’m not likely to develop. I have my standards, twisted and dark though they might be. When at last I can admit to defeat and surrender to the beast that lives within, I prepare myself for the chase. Dark, non-descript clothes, but not too dark, that’s likely to stick in someone’s memory. No, I must appear to be benign, somewhat helpless even. I am the predator disguised as the prey. A small bar provides the perfect hunting grounds. There is a swarming mass of beings, none of them on their guard after a few drinks, most of them hardly better than I am, though they like to think themselves different. I feel almost warmly toward them, knowing that one of them will sate the dark appetite that surges within me this night. They will satisfy the beast and I will be able to sleep again. I catch the eye of a particularly lovely fem and smile. Then I turn away. I never pursue them; I let them come to me. It’s so much more gratifying that way. And safer. I must not forget that. I order a drink and turn to watch them writhing on the dance floor. The music pulses through me and soon my own heartbeat seems to be coming from the stage. Thump. Thump. Thump. The hunger builds slowly but inexorably. The beast is still in a stupor from its long slumber. Then I feel it lick its lips. Ah yes, the smell of prey close by… I smile for the beast, being careful to hide my expression. Too much is betrayed by the grin. I will have to satisfy the need tonight; no matter how much I might fight against it. Then I feel the struggle end, and I feel excitement pulse through me. The chase is always exhilarating, and I can feel my senses begin to tingle. I have fought my own nature for so long; I hardly remember what it was like to be at peace. The beast has been my companion since the chaotic days when a hot flash of hormones flooded my system, giving the beast dominion over me. It was then that I first heard that tickling, seductive whisper. You know that you’re curious… Sometimes, in those quiet moments after the fever has abated and the hunger has been fed, before it starts to build again, I wonder why I am the way I am. Was I born this way? Or did something happen to me, something I don’t even remember, an event that twisted me into the monster who masquerades as a man? It hardly matters anymore, but the curiosity is as inevitable as the need I suppose. I am not surprised when the pretty fem sidles up beside me, pressing a breast discreetly against my arm and then retreating. She’s a professional, obviously – and probably quite good at what she does. I will not be taking advantage of her services, though I will be quite happy to give her to the beast. Smiling, I turn to her but do not speak. I always make them speak first. The fact that they have so ardently pursued their own destruction adds a bit of spice to the game. Our eyes meet and I know she sees nothing but the mask. I am not so good-looking that anyone here will remember me, nor am I so unfortunate as to draw pitying stares. My face, like the guise I adopt, is bland and forgettable. She will never forget me, I think. Not even if she lived a hundred years. Which she won’t. She won’t even live a hundred minutes if all goes as planned. “Do I know you?” she finally asked, frustrated by my silence and polite smile. “No,” I reply softly, forcing her to move in closer. I like to watch them come closer to me. Sometimes they pause and their nostrils flare, and I wonder if some long-buried primitive instinct is screaming a warning. They never listen to that small voice, however, and most do not even hear it. “You sure?” she asks, making an obvious play for my attention. We have not met, for if we had she would have remembered. I like the way she smells. It’s soft and spicy, but unmistakably feminine. It’s her hair, I decide, and not some perfume. Her hair is brown, a deep, rich brown that reminds me of… I don’t know what exactly. I can’t pin it down. Dirt? That doesn’t sound right. Besides, what’s sexy about dirt? Her eyes are curiously light, a blue so pale that she almost appears to be blind. Long dark lashes frame her exotic eyes. I like the contrast. Now her lovely lips protrude in a pout for I’m not following her expected script at all. I am supposed to show more interest, move in close and try to touch her so that she can playfully slap away my hands before carefully negotiating the terms for such caresses. I wonder what she would say if she knew how our evening will end? Turning away to order another drink, I deliberately fail to order one for her. She taps me on the shoulder. “Maybe I’d like a drink too?” she says pointedly. Acting surprised, and maybe a bit embarrassed, I instruct the barkeep to give the lady whatever she wants. The barkeep smirks and gives her a wink. He won’t remember me in the morning. I’m just one of a thousand faces he’ll see tonight. I hand her the drink, an expensive concoction looks silly in her hand with its oversized glass and the garish flower sticking over the rim. Her good mood is restored now, and I’m quite sure she is tallying up my credits in her head. I’m nothing more than a stupid tourist now. Perfect. The music is too loud to allow conversation, but that is fine by me. She throws curious glances my way as we drink, pressing against me when she thinks my attention has wondered. She had no idea that I am exquisitely aware of every single move and twitch she makes. Gods, I want to touch her now. Her skin is soft and lightly scented, it begs to be caressed and admired. The beast is rattling the bars of its cage. Does she know that one of my hands is trembling wildly as I repress the urge to reach out and - No. Not yet. I sweat with the effort, but I crush the impulse. Finally, there is a break in the music and she leans in close. “Would you like to really have a good time?” “I’m having a good time now,” I answer and almost laugh when she rolls her eyes. Stupid tourist… I can almost see the words. “No,” she whispers and lets her fingers trail down my thigh. “A really good time, if you get my drift.” I allow myself to look confused for a moment and then smile, even forcing a slight blush to my cheeks. She laughs at that, and I am now completely harmless, even an object of ridicule, in her eyes. I am so very good at this game. It’s too bad I can never get the recognition I deserve. “I…” I swallow hard. “I…I’m not sure…” “Oh, come on, country boy,” she whispers and her hand trails around my hip to lightly caress my lower back. It’s lucky I’m not carrying a weapon there. She doesn’t know that I am the weapon. “You know you want to…” She is practically purring now and my body tenses. An uncontrollable trembling seizes me but I give into it. It is just more camouflage. “How much?” I ask, and that surprises her. Perhaps I am not as naïve as she suspected. I maintain my bland expression and she relaxes. She names a price I would surely argue over if I did not know I would be getting my credits back anyway. I agree readily, and a look of disdain settles over her pretty face. I smile inwardly, thinking of how that scorn will flee when she realizes who I really am. She leads me down an alley (so cliché! I’m almost ashamed to follow through) and then we arrive at a door. Opening it, she pushes me inside and orders on the lights. Giving me a sloppy kiss, she tries to tug at my shirt and then my pants. It’s easy to thwart her efforts without being obvious. She’s had a few too many drinks, I think, which only makes my task easier. Then I sense the moment is right and I lean in to kiss her. Just as our lips meet, my hands close around her throat. Surprise widens her eyes for an instant. I like seeing those unique eyes flare with awareness. How pretty she is in her fear. All too soon, the moment is over and she is limp in my grasp. Gently, I lower her to the bed where she has plied her trade. Carefully, I arrange her lovely hair around her. There is no reason to embarrass her, even in death. She is so lovely. I smile at her again. “Thank you,” I whisper as I turn out the lights. For a while, the beast will be sated. I have purchased myself a small space of peace. My mask will no longer fit so uncomfortably, and I might even begin to believe the façade myself. I sigh with contentment, knowing that I will be able to sleep tonight. Gathering my serenity, I carefully clear my head. These little trips are my own secret. No one else needs to know, and the rules of privacy and courtesy will prevent any nosy intrusions into my secret life. As I enter the doors to my own residence, I am not surprised to see that I am not the only one up and about. I smile, my bland and perfect smile. “Good evening, Master Windu,” I say. Then I go to my bed, where the beast and I fall asleep. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 7/7 8:12am Subject: RE: The Beast - OC, vignette
	Oof, a Jack the Ripper. In the end it became clear who he was Fascinating read. -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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Ganki Registered: Jan '02	Date Posted: 7/7 10:01am Subject: RE: The Beast - OC, vignette
	Very creative and different which means I loved it! -----signature----- “The act of putting pen to paper encourages pause for thought, this in turn makes us think more deeply about life, which helps us regain our equilibrium.” ~Norbet Platt
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bobafett15 Registered: Jun '08	Date Posted: 7/7 10:14am Subject: RE: The Beast - OC, vignette
	?????????/ Windu a Killah? still most-triumphant, though. -----signature----- Verd ori'shya beskar'gam a warrior is more than ones armour my bio page, with full stories list-http://boards.theforce.net/ASP/user.asp?usr=bobafett15
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KELIA Title: Moderator: Fan Fiction Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 7/8 3:25am Subject: RE: The Beast - OC, vignette
	Oooohhhh that was chilling shudders I have fought my own nature for so long; I hardly remember what it was like to be at peace. That doesn't make me feel the slightest bit sorry for him. Instead of giving in to the beast, he should be committed so he couldn't hurt anyone. Great job on this -----signature----- "Do or do not, there is no try." Master Yoda A Light In The Darkness: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28150602/p1/?8 Undue Circumstances: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28530583/p1/?10
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divapilot Registered: Nov '05	Date Posted: 7/8 8:28am Subject: RE: The Beast - OC, vignette
	Terrific! your build-up was fantastic. I love how you wrote this in first person, a man who is trying to stay in charge of the forces that would destroy him. Makes a fascinating counter-point to Anakin, who did let his beast destroy him. I did not see that coming at the end. Great job on this! Creepy! -----signature----- Never tell me the odds. AKL "Beyond the Wall" http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28964433/p1/?6 The Society for Girls Who Like Things that Go Boom. (M. Corde, Pres.) "This is your badness level." ~ Lilo!
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EECHUUTA Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 7/22 1:27pm Subject: RE: The Beast - OC, vignette - Date Edited: 7/22 1:27pm (1 edits total) Edited By: EECHUUTA
	Oooh, very good!
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Darth_Leia_6669 Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 7/23 2:08pm Subject: RE: The Beast - OC, vignette
	Was that a JEDI doing that?!?! Wow, masterfully done. Scary look at what lurks under the mask of everyday life. Honestly, I was half expecting a vampire (my personal favorite ) or something similar, but the portrait you painted was frightening enough. Awesome! --later-- 6669 -----signature----- SOTH: When Worlds Collide http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=28532068&brd=10476 Chapter 17 up 10-8!! Master to Lisbev! Vader for Prez in '08! Check my profile for more stories and art!
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