Birthday Stuff for Yonmei
Jan. 12th, 2004 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishalakLightning just struck my brain. I have a good idea, oh an now I'm getting a plan. To encourage my freljs to let me know when their birthdays are I'm going to institute a program of talking up them up on their birthday and trying to do bits of literature for them.
Since she's apparently put down her b-day in the livejournal system my first act of non-random silliness is to wish![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yonmei a very happy birthday. She's a very cool fan living in Edinburgh. I'm going to take a guess at what she might like for her pwesent from me.
The Account of Raymond Fayer
One fine winter day, the sort that makes living in Colorado as joy, I went out for a bicycle ride. The sun was shinning and the air was just a bit cool and the only places the memory of snow lingered was in the deepest shadows. I went up the hill under the bare limbs of maple trees and raced past empty lots with knarred old apple trees. After just a short time my goal came into view, the small suburban library.
After locating an interesting book on vampires I went back outside and wandered through the park. Eventually I came to a spot I liked next to a tree and some park benches and I settled in for a good read. There was just one other person around enjoying the day, an older gentleman in a battered brown hat and long coat. At first I paid him no mind, but he looked at me every once in a while and being a Coloradan I felt compelled to greet him.
One thing lead to another and eventually we were talking. He noted that he didn't much care for the Supreme Court Decision legalizing vampires. "Let me tell you, they're dangerous. Far more dangerous than the cougars we kill for attacking joggers."
Now I'm no bleeding heart (no pun intended) that sees vampires as just humans with fangs, but I somewhat agree with the decision back in '94 (or was it later?). But I'd been talking to him a while and I had a bit of respect for Raymond so I asked, "What makes you think so?"
"I've seen what vampires do. I helped destroy one back in 1984." True or not I was curious to hear his story. So I asked and he told.
"There was a lot of vampire activity back then. Some sort of war between two rivals and so a lot more people turned up dead. So it was on everyone's mind when some local youths went missing. The police searched high and low and the vampire hunters and bounty hunters nosed around for a while, but no one turned up anything. Until my granddaughter came to me asking for advice. She thought she saw one of the missing boys down at the Dairy Queen that used to stand just off Belleview Avenue near Federal. Well I took it to the police and they were going to check it out. They wanted her to help identify the boy and I encouraged her to assist them.
"So that's how I ended up with her in a police cruiser one fall night. She pointed him out and the police went to talk to the boy, see what was going on. They didn't even have a chance. I don't know why they didn't pick up on it, certainly something was wrong. Maybe they just thought it was the uncomfortable blue of the florescent light that gave it all a surreal edge.
"I armed myself with a rifle, but that would not have done much good if hadn't been distracted by the two cops. The load was ordinary lead, not silver so it didn't kill him, but shooting him through the head certainly did slow him down.
It was called in and lots of other cops arrived and one of the bounty hunters from up in Denver. The little ice cream and hamburger joint was kept under a siege at his suggestion until dawn. Easier said than done, though with silver-plated bullets and a lot more people it was managed. We found the rest of them down in the joint's basement. Two out of the ten missing were vampires and we found one other of the missing, true dead. The town knocked down that Dairy Queen and filled up the basement with rubble then caped it off with concrete. There still isn't anything there."
I didn't really have any other questions for him. I've walked over that spot, I never knew what there was about it. But it is always cold there next to the supermarket. Littleton is a town that forgets I suppose, but the ground remembers that something happened there where there is just bare concrete and some broken tiles today. I don't know what to think, but it was an interesting story to hear, espeically since it is hard to find anything like that unless one digs into the micofilmed newspapers.
Since she's apparently put down her b-day in the livejournal system my first act of non-random silliness is to wish
yonmei a very happy birthday. She's a very cool fan living in Edinburgh. I'm going to take a guess at what she might like for her pwesent from me.The Account of Raymond Fayer
One fine winter day, the sort that makes living in Colorado as joy, I went out for a bicycle ride. The sun was shinning and the air was just a bit cool and the only places the memory of snow lingered was in the deepest shadows. I went up the hill under the bare limbs of maple trees and raced past empty lots with knarred old apple trees. After just a short time my goal came into view, the small suburban library.
After locating an interesting book on vampires I went back outside and wandered through the park. Eventually I came to a spot I liked next to a tree and some park benches and I settled in for a good read. There was just one other person around enjoying the day, an older gentleman in a battered brown hat and long coat. At first I paid him no mind, but he looked at me every once in a while and being a Coloradan I felt compelled to greet him.
One thing lead to another and eventually we were talking. He noted that he didn't much care for the Supreme Court Decision legalizing vampires. "Let me tell you, they're dangerous. Far more dangerous than the cougars we kill for attacking joggers."
Now I'm no bleeding heart (no pun intended) that sees vampires as just humans with fangs, but I somewhat agree with the decision back in '94 (or was it later?). But I'd been talking to him a while and I had a bit of respect for Raymond so I asked, "What makes you think so?"
"I've seen what vampires do. I helped destroy one back in 1984." True or not I was curious to hear his story. So I asked and he told.
"There was a lot of vampire activity back then. Some sort of war between two rivals and so a lot more people turned up dead. So it was on everyone's mind when some local youths went missing. The police searched high and low and the vampire hunters and bounty hunters nosed around for a while, but no one turned up anything. Until my granddaughter came to me asking for advice. She thought she saw one of the missing boys down at the Dairy Queen that used to stand just off Belleview Avenue near Federal. Well I took it to the police and they were going to check it out. They wanted her to help identify the boy and I encouraged her to assist them.
"So that's how I ended up with her in a police cruiser one fall night. She pointed him out and the police went to talk to the boy, see what was going on. They didn't even have a chance. I don't know why they didn't pick up on it, certainly something was wrong. Maybe they just thought it was the uncomfortable blue of the florescent light that gave it all a surreal edge.
"I armed myself with a rifle, but that would not have done much good if hadn't been distracted by the two cops. The load was ordinary lead, not silver so it didn't kill him, but shooting him through the head certainly did slow him down.
It was called in and lots of other cops arrived and one of the bounty hunters from up in Denver. The little ice cream and hamburger joint was kept under a siege at his suggestion until dawn. Easier said than done, though with silver-plated bullets and a lot more people it was managed. We found the rest of them down in the joint's basement. Two out of the ten missing were vampires and we found one other of the missing, true dead. The town knocked down that Dairy Queen and filled up the basement with rubble then caped it off with concrete. There still isn't anything there."
I didn't really have any other questions for him. I've walked over that spot, I never knew what there was about it. But it is always cold there next to the supermarket. Littleton is a town that forgets I suppose, but the ground remembers that something happened there where there is just bare concrete and some broken tiles today. I don't know what to think, but it was an interesting story to hear, espeically since it is hard to find anything like that unless one digs into the micofilmed newspapers.
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