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01.01.30 | Somewhere, USA: I've been around for hundreds of years. How? By learning a long time ago to turn my humanity switch, off.


This is my space. I say what I want. No human or bot admins to shut me down. No one able to leave comments. Just me. My thoughts. My stories. My time. Not yours.



Let my story of survival from human to an energy vampire, begin.



a place to begin



Sit with me for a moment.



01.03.30 Somewhere, USA: "My friend behind the bar won't ... bite. He's already full. And I don't bite because well my teeth don't come out far enough. But sit close enough and you are just what I need." I remember her telling me that and I remember not understanding what she meant by it. I found out soon enough. Because I couldn't resist the urge I felt to sit next to her. I couldn't resist how it felt to listen to her. And having been an empath, I couldn't resist the pool of the energy that surrounded her.


That is how I became this. Hundreds of years now I sit, like she did, and invite strangers to hear my stories while I drink their energy. Day or night. Rain or shine. I am here and she is not. She moved on. She always moved on. I move to, but I - unlike her - do not have to run. Not everyone, wanted to become this. i rather enjoy it. So, sit. Have a dink. He won't bite. He is already full. It is I, who is thirsty.



Victim? I think not



Life is one straight line - birth then grave. But then He gifted us Free Will.



01.06.30 Somewhere, USA: HIs name, Sam.


I was somewhere talking to another young bartender when he walked in. His hair was this sort of short, curly, with a messy bit coming out from under a cowboy hat. His face was young but said otherwise. He looked at me and sat right down next to me. "I'll have a beer and please, give the lady here another drink." Tipped his hat to me and said, "My treat".


Before he could say another word, I took a sip of my own. Strong. Male. Alpha, but on the lighter side. Quick. True. I decided to stay in this pool. First, I sip. No need to devour. After all, we are in a public place. I smirked, thanked him and he introduced himself and then strangely tried to walk away. Oh, not yet. I'm thirsty and you offered. "Please stay. You look like you have a story or two to share." I frowned, "It's been a day, cheer me up. The drink was a good start."


I could feel the good-hearted nature in him swell up, the tinge of being recognized followed. "Not many women enjoy a man just ordering them a drink."


"The world is short on kindness. You sensed me. Thank you."


He said he wasn't sure what I meant and agreed that he did sense something and that is what brought him over. He was a local. I was just traveling through. I love the road. You never know who it can bring. He sat. He shared stories that made me laugh and some that made me wonder how he was alive. Ranching isn't an easy nor a pretty job. I've known that for centuries. Of course, he didn't know that.


We talked, he drank, He didn't seem to notice me not touching mine. I walked him to the parking lot so i could go home with him. I needed a place for the night and his place was nearby. We sat looking at the night sky while I devoured his energy. Oh, he'll be fine. Just tired. I didn't see an early rise for him the next morning. I put him to bed, slept next to him, then left before he woke up.

One night of peace. Thank you, Sam. I needed it.



You have questions



What exactly am I?



01.08.30 Somewhere, USA: What is an "energy vampire"? I know you all probably know the blood sucking type. Unless you've been living under a rock. In books, Anne Rice, anyone? From tv, hello, Damon Salvatore. Going back to film, Dracula. Or maybe even in person. Lucky, you. Or maybe not. Bad economies, bring our kind to the current public eye. My ... breed, is a little less known.


But, seriously, first. Who in their right mind thinks having the blood sucked out of them is erotic, sexy, romantic? I've been in the room with my blood sucking friends and the sound, let alone the smell .... No. No, thank you. It's not erotic, sexy, nor romantic.


Before I piss off my friends, yes, the lead up is good. But the act, even with experience ... no. But, hey, to each their own. Enjoy.


So. Me. Us. Our kind. We ... kind of have it easy. Daylight, not an issue. Even on a clear day with nothing but blue sky. Food allergies, not much. Nothing life threatening. And, feeding, we don't need a private spot, and we don't make a terrifying public display. We simply stand next to you and feed. In a park, elevator, movie, in line for food, etc. Positive experiences are better than bad ones. Feeding in line at a DMV one time was a very bad mistake. I didn't feel so great after that. Lesson, learned.


Killing us. Hard. And while we have the "blood sucking" friends, not all of them like us and not all of us like them. Good and bad people exist. It doesn't stop just because you become basically immortal.


And that's, that. The 50,000-foot view as they call it. Maybe one day you'll sit with me, and we can have a deeper conversation.



what happens to me when you feed



So now, it's about you.



01.12.30 Somewhere, USA: After leaving you with that tidbit, were you looking for more? When the blood is gone, so are you. But when energy is gone? And what did it mean when I "devoured" Sam's energy? Well, I am glad you asked.


Be warned, not all of my kind are nice. Not all of my kind will leave you alive. Short and simple, I can leave you feeling from a bit lightheaded to tired to feeling exhausted to comatose and finally, to taking everything that muscle we call a heart needs to beat. And if I don't do that, to recover, all you'll need is rest.


Try me. Annoy me. You'll find out. Kindness, that is your best bet. But, unfortunately for you, I am the judge of that.



she didn't deserve it



But you did.



01.18.30 Somewhere, USA: First a bit of house cleaning, if you will. I am leaving you this as I go along my way. Sometimes I post from my phone. So, while alive for all this time, it doesn't give me the gift of perfection. Errors happen. Remember, kindness. I do go back and edit because it does disturb me to see my errors.


Oh wait, you can't talk back. But that doesn't mean I can't hear you. Side effects are never pretty and yet, they happen.


Speaking of perfection, no human that I have ever met has been perfect. But some of you think that we need to be and are horrible to us when we are not. We see our own imperfections, don't we? I guess not and that is why some strike out. Even our so-called friends are guilty of it. One day I hope you read this, and that it will help you come to understand what happened.


You didn't deserve her cruelty. You are a hard worker. You are beautiful without following every single trend. You never once defaulted her for anything she did and yet .... Yet. She still found everything wrong with you. The side comments, the eyerolls, the scoffs during your stories of accomplishments, while wasted on her, they were not on me. I sat with you while she sucked you dry and she isn't even one of my kind. I watched every time your light went out and then you were strong enough to bring it back.


You, my friend, are amazing. She needed time out. She will return from her comatose state once I am ready to bring her back. You visiting her in the hospital is helping. You can't hear her, but I can. She can feel you, she is starting to realize how amazing you are. A little more time and she may come across the gratitude you were waiting for.


In the meantime, take care my friend. You deserve this break. What awaits on the other side is worth this. I just felt the need to intervene. And with this gift, I can and did.



your fear of extinction



The new topic: AI



01.26.30 Somewhere, USA: The new topic back in ... 2024? I think it was then, was, "Will we be extinct due to AI?" Well, here we are in 2030 and ... well, there may be a few less of you. A hundred million, plus or minus a few hundred thousand. In a world of over a billion ... who could tell? But extinct, no.


Oops. I forgot. You humans don't know the real count. All lies. The media told you it was only a few thousand. Incorrect. Amazing how the media really kept it away from you. I mean, all you had to do was look around and the signs of "less" were there. Then again, it just depended on where you were in the world when you looked.


You lovely morons started taking over every space possible to build data centers. I stayed away from those townhalls, the energy was not to my taste. Less farms, less land, less cattle, less drinkable water, less, well, everything. And guess what, that lab-grown meat, cricket garbage, nuts for milk (seriously? - okay it helps a small portion of you) and everything else, wasn't enough to sustain you. Oh, but I wasn't worried because I can feed off electronics, lightning, the hum of the earth. So, if you go away, I live on. You're a tasty treat, not a necessity. Now my blood thriving friends, yeah. They need you. Animals don't cut it and most don't believe in a sensible diet. Hunger is hunger.


Anyway. Can you guess who suffered the most in all this, "We must have it now!" mode? I'll let you discuss. I don't care to discuss. But let's just say the wealthy and powerful had their 15-minutes of fame, then the work-hard-to-earn-it class won in the end.


As they always, do. So, here we are. A bit lighter in the world, but here. And now, I feel it's time to share my story of 'her' and how unfair it was and what I am really up to, to avenge 'her'. That story will start next month. Lots to do and all that. Bye for now.



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