Lovesick for Mina

When you hear the name Mina, what comes to your mind?

Of course, of course... This little maiden that stole Dracula's heart...


Well, she was like Mina... And I was like Dracula. Now, let me tell you a story of mine...

When I met her, she was indeed looking like Mina.



Even more beautiful from her, I could say... She was like a fairy, in my eyes, she was like she didn't belonged to this world. And I had this feeling, that this girl was someone I have met before. Perhaps in my dreams...

Her eyes... Emerald stones that shined like stars I had never seen before... What could I say about her? I am not sure how Dracula should have felt when he met his fatal beauty, but for sure, it must had great admiration in it... Because, when you meet a girl like this, you could not avoid to fall in love with her... But also, to stay a little away, as she seems so... unreachable to you...

She really was like Mina... This was also the way we met. She had a part from Dracula's movie, where he was holding her from behind and was about to kiss her.

Alluring picture. It was seductive to me. A Gothic Romance. And then, I felt in love with her...

At that time, I didn't know much about love, about feelings, about anything... My only truth at that time was the way I felt. My emotional needs and how much I allowed them to be expressed...

Now I see a bit deeper... I feel a bit more. I understand how my most deep emotions works.

I was like a vampire. My needs, my desires, were harmful for the one I loved. I couldn't see her as she was.
I wanted her mine. An object, in my possession. That's how I loved her. My dominant nature could not find love, affection, acceptance in any other way of relationship.
Do you know how it feels like? It is like a pain in the chest, because you know you are not good enough for this. There is nothing good in desiring such a thing. You are a monster and you know it.
But you just can't help it. Being a Domme is like being a vampire. You need love to survive. You need blood to survive. And you can't pay for it with anything, except your guilt and regrets.

She found this a little alluring. Was it the mystery of a gothic romance, she had never lived? Or the charming feeling to belong to someone? I am not sure. But she gave in and, for a short time, she was mine.
Still, not as I wanted. An unconditional love, not in its pure form, but in a way of total submission and addiction. My only way to feel secure. I offered a lot, to feel worthy enough to ask for everything.

Remember the brides of Dracula? Verona, Marishka, Aleera.  They could offer him everything he ever wanted. Blood, love, devotion, submission, beauty. But it was something else that he needed in Mina.

She was as pure as a flower. As a white rose. Or a lily. His hands were filthy, with blood and dirt. If he touched this flower, he would be dirtying it. But, if this beautiful flower agreed, it could share this purity with him. This kind of acceptance could make him feel less monstrous.
And she agreed... Like Mina, this girl of mine, seemed to feel the way I felt and responded to my feelings.
But it wasn't so. This was an attraction, surely, some emotions, but nothing more. Nothing of what I expected (or hoped).

I wanted more, I needed more. I wanted everything from her and to be her everything. She was the only one that shed a tear for my difficulties and opened her arms for me. For a person like me, that grew up in rejection, fear, pain, this was more than enough to fall for her completely.
However, as in Dracula, Mina finally understands the true nature of this attractive man. She finally rejects him, too. Like everybody else. She chose the "good guy", this man who would offer her more and ask for nothing that could be too much.
And this betrayal was what kills Dracula. He died for her, gladly, for having her, even for a moment, as he needed her. And for leaving her safe and sound, in what was the most suitable choice for her...

You don't need to be a vampire to feel like a monster. If the way you express love is not appropriate, you may be one. What matters is to be responsible against yourself and others.


Here is a song... Oh, I'm still so lovesick for Mina...

The cold touch of death

‘If you are bored of living, I could kill you if you want.’



It is truly amazing how trivial things like missing a bus, can have such a tremendous impact. Now, for instance, had I not missed the bus of the day, right now I would’ve been home, playing videogames like every night. Instead, I was in a dark street, half way away from home and outside a playground, which made it even more spooky. It was hard to believe that I had already walked this same road a number of other times when I had stayed out too late to catch the bus on time. And tonight as well the first half had proved to be just as dark and dull as any other. But my encounter with the girl had changed all that. She was sitting on the porch of one of the houses facing the playground. As I slowly approached, I saw that she was staring inside the playground. Which was spooky enough by itself, but became even more so from the faint rusting sounds of one of the swings. I am not sure whether it was more spooky when it was as if she was observing some invisible kid on the swing, or when her eyes suddenly fixated on me. even though I didn’t see it and even though she remained completely motionless, I knew that she was following me with her eyes. I continued to look at the ground in front of me, as I usually do while walking. But as I passed her I couldn’t help but throw her a sideways look. Her eyes were haunting and for the split second that they met with mine, it made the hairs at the back of my neck stand up.



As I was about to increase my pace, an icy voice pierced both the air and my eardrums.



‘Do you want to go play in the playground?’



Again, I wasn’t sure whether the sound of her voice or what she had actually said had spooked me most. It was amazing that she managed to create such dilemmas. At first I thought about just ignoring her and continuing on my way. but I felt compelled to answer her since ignoring her would be rude, so I slowly turned around, avoiding any kind of eye contact and focusing on the ground in front of her.



‘Uhm…no thanks, I’m not really in a mood.’



‘Why not?’



Although I could’ve answered in so many other ways, I chose to answer truthfully, for reasons beyond my understanding.



‘I don’t know…lately I haven’t been in a mood for pretty much anything.’



‘That’s saaad…why?’



‘I don’t know…I guess that everything just seems to bore me.’



‘If you are bored of living, I could kill you if you want.’



As I expect it to be normal, that suggestion caught me completely off-guard. So much that I forgot myself and, momentarily, stared straight into those haunting eyes. She was serious. That it was followed by a word of sympathy, had probably increased the shock. And the shock made me go through the whole meeting in my head. There was nothing that implied that she was going to suggest anything like that. There was a considerable difference between spooky and death.



I shouldn’t have talked to her. even though it was too late for such thoughts. But how does one even reply to such a statement.



‘No…thanks…’



‘Why not? Would you rather live a life of boredom and repetitiveness?’



‘Yes…well no…well…there’s no guarantee that it will always be like this…’



‘Maybe not, but it is most likely.’



‘How would you know anything like that?!’



‘I just do.’



I felt like arguing, I felt like insulting her…but in the end…I just walked away…she didn’t seem to react to this or showed any sign of following. As I walked away, I found that even though I felt an unexplainable urge to turn and look at her one more time, but I felt too scared to do so…as if, if I did, everything she had said would suddenly be true…or more true…what was also unexplainable was that for the following days I couldn’t stop thinking about her. What was particularly weird was that soon I realized that I didn’t even remember what she looked like. All that I remembered was that despite her scary demeanor and spooky attitude, she had been beautiful…so beautiful…she soon became an obsession, until I finally found myself going back to the house across the playground and asking about her. nobody knew anything about her. nor the people of the house, nor the neighborhood. I began to think that maybe she had also just happened to be there that night without actually living anywhere nearby. With nothing else to go on, I reluctantly gave up…



And just like that, 10 years passed. Ten years of the same boredom and repetitiveness that she had mentioned. And, in contrast to the actual experience, the memory was sweet and nostalgic in a way. I had often thought of her offer and whether I had made the wrong choice. I also thought about my choice if I was to be asked again.



At a random day, a random time, a random place, I made my way to the roof. I was in a bad mood. Which is ironic because heights only make my mood worse. There was a strangely familiar spooky atmosphere. Shadows on the walls, there one moment and then gone the next. A wind that hissed in an intimidating way. and of course, a fatal fall on solid concrete on all sides.



‘Do you want to gaze at the moon and stars?’



It was then that I saw her, and magically my memory from the event 10 years ago returned. In terms of spookiness and beauty, she was exactly the same. But she was also older now which, for some reason, seemed strange to me.

It was no longer difficult for me to stare straight in her eye. Nor did her voice make me shiver.



‘I missed you.’



‘It was inevitable that we would meet again.’



‘Does your offer still stand?’



‘Of course.’



‘What happens after someone dies?’



‘It depends.’



‘Will we be together after I die?’



‘If you want.’



I hesitated a little before the next question.



‘Who are you?’



I might’ve imagined it, but for a moment she almost seemed surprised.



‘I am your death.’



I couldn’t help but smile as to how something so crazy, actually made sense. So this is what happens when people fall in love with death.



‘I guess you already know that I am ready…could we maybe hold hands?’



She extended her hand and I took it into mine. Even though it was to be expected, the feeling surprised me, when faced with such beauty. The feeling of the cold touch of death.

The last one

D       O      NT

Its really ironic how despite the alterations of time, the once ‘DO NOT ENTER’ sign continued to have the same meaning. Its also ironic that they even placed such a sign there in the first place. As if the few that got to see it, by arriving intentionally or by accident, would be deterred by it, which happened to be the only sign of civilization for miles within this jungle. Well, apart from the wall, of course, although it hardly resembled a wall anymore, with all the flora and fungi covering and even growing on it.

As our trespasser reached the top of the wall, he was surprised to see that the ground was a lot further down on the other side. In fact, the wall basically surrounded a very large part of the jungle, cutting it off completely. Yet, with a bit of effort, it would be possible to climb back up again. therefore he made his way carefully down.

Upon reaching the ground and making his way towards the center of the valley, he immediately noticed that the trees there were slightly different. In fact, the whole area resembled a forest rather than a jungle, with a far less density of trees. And a whole other type of trees. As if the whole area once existed somewhere else and someone had picked it up and transferred it here. The other thing he noticed was the deadly silence. Compared to the endless noise of bugs, birds and animals on the other side of the wall, on this side nothing could be heard.

As the sun prematurely set behind the edge of a sector of the wall, our trespasser pulled out a big flashlight and lit it.

 As the sky grew steadily darker, he arrived at a glade with an almost perfect circle shape. As if nothing but grass dared to grow inside it. Even the branches of the trees surrounding it seemed to hesitate to violate its perimeter more than was absolutely necessary. Surely the fact that the trees seemed to tilt away from it was just a hallucination of the dying light.

But he gave little attention to the trees since what really drew his attention was a small hill that seemed to emerge from between the forest of trees and only now visible since there where no branches to hide it from him. The hill seemed completely barren. Nothing seemed to grown on it and its round shape and smooth surface made it look like a bald head. Only a single black bump seemed to exist on its surface, but it was impossible to tell by this distance what it was. However it both repulsed him and made him stare at it, as one cannot help but stare on a boil on someone’s face.

He felt as if something bad would happen if he took his eyes off it. but soon a more rational part of his mind persuaded him about the foolishness of such thoughts and slowly made him turn his eyes elsewhere. However, maybe out of instinct and even though he tried to fight it, soon he turned his eyes back to the hill. But nothing was there. The hill’s entire surface was completely smooth. And it had probably been that way from the start. But it was impossible to tell now, since all light from the sun had vanished and on this moonless night only the light of his flashlight remained. He scanned the wall of trees in front of him, bathing them one after the other with light, attempting to choose the direction he should take. Although, despite his earlier sense of repulsion, there was a certain appeal to making his way towards the bald hill. He turned his flashlight in that direction and took a few steps but almost immediately froze. The light of his flashlight fell on something between the trees. Something small and white that seemed to slightly reflect the light of his flashlight back to him as it fell on it. Once again, a random sense of repulsion filled him. But this time he did not allow it to overwhelm him. He attempted to take a better look at the strange item by taking a few steps forward. However this had the opposite effect since a branch on the edge of the glade got in front of the reflecting light and hid the strange item completely. For some reason this alarmed him and his eyes darted left and right, as if expecting someone or something to charge at him from between the trees. But he soon composed himself and turned both his flashlight and eyes back at the direction of the strange item. But what he saw made all sense of composition vanish instantly. At the very edge of the glade, just in front of the wall of trees, now stood…something that just an instant ago wasn’t there. A dark, tall silhouette, with a white, round head that was reflecting a portion of the light from his flashlight…but surely it couldn’t have been the same thing he had noticed earlier…nothing could’ve moved that fast, especially between the trees and rough terrain. Yet, what was now before him, be it man, monster or whatever, projected the same sort of repulsion for a third time, which was now enhanced from the proximity. But surely the three could not be related, since what he had seen, if he had even seen it, on the hill had been miles away.

Unsure of how to proceed, he took a few steps back, without taking his eyes of the dark silhouette. Maybe he was overreacting. Maybe it was just someone with a miner’s helmet on his head. But this otherwise rational explanation was unlikely in specific setting. There, the mere possibility of anyone else being there was unlikely. Much less a miner. As any sort of rational explanation began to fade, he slowly retreated to the other end of the glade, walking backwards and his eyes fixed on the thing in front of him. As his back reached the first tree, a wave of comfort surrounded him. Soon the trees would provide him with enough cover to flee undetected. And after one more failed attempt of identifying the motionless being on the other side of the glade, he switched off his flashlight, turned his back on it and dashed inside the trees. After passing a few trees and hid behind a thick tree trunk and slowly stuck his head out to see if there was still any sign of it. but what he saw made him gasp with both surprise and fear. Between the trees he had just passed, a small portion of the edge of the glade, where just a few seconds ago he had stood was still barely visible. And close by he could barely make out the white item or head, which now seemed to slightly glow with a faint light of its own. The rest of the dark silhouette had been swallowed up by the same colored darkness of the night. Despite this, he was certain that if he lit the flashlight, it would immediately appear below the faint, white glow. How could this be? It was covered more than 2/3s of the distance he had in those split seconds. Yet now it seemed motionless once again. but despite its speed, surely now it had lost all sign of him…right?

He quickly took a look behind him and then back at the glade. This time his surprise and fear were too great to conceal and his screams soon echoed inside the valley, shattering the deadly silence. The…whatever it was, was new about 5 meters away from him, staring directly at him. For he now knew what that white thing was before switched the flashlight back on. Yet even without the element of surprised, it was still horrid to behold.

What stood before him, in the light of his flashlight, was a huge, white eye, with a tiny in comparison black dot at its center, on top of, what seemed to be, a tall and thin pile of dried tar. He could not believe that he had even considered it to be remotely human. This monstrosity just happened to have the height of an average human and its bulging, huge eye was where one would expect to find a face. But our terrified individual’s mind was now only concerned about how to get away from the monster in front of him and the valley altogether. He dared not attempt to take his eyes off of it, especially from such a short distance. And since it seemed to remain motionless as long as he stared at it, out of sheer terror of coming face to face with it, he avoided even blinking, until his eyes became watery and tears started to run from them. Then, but finally, with a dreadful amount of terror and agony, he allowed himself to blink as quickly as he could, dreading to keep his eyes closed more than was necessary only slightly more of what he expected to see upon opening them. To his great relief, the creature did not seem to have moved, so he hesitantly allowed himself to blink a few more times. It was only then that he realized with disgust that the creature stared at him unblinking and also had no means to blink. He also realized that the strong light from the flashlight did not seem to effect it at all.

He realized that his only course of action was to move slowly backwards until he reached the wall. As he did so, with his hands stretched as much as possible behind him and stepping very careful to avoid tripping, he made sure to keep the thing within his field of vision as much as possible. However, as the trees became thicker as he moved away from the glade, he occasionally lost sight of it, only to find it once again a few meters away from him. There is no way of telling how long it took him to reach the wall. However his relief was short-lived since he now faced the problem which he was aware of from the start of his backwards trip. And that was climbing the wall without taking his eyes off the thing, which was not standing 10 meters away from him. Not nearly far enough for him to consider that he could take his eyes off it without being overwhelmed. He desperately scanned to face of the rock with his hands, even though he knew that there was no way he could hoist himself up with his back turned on the wall. He wasn’t even sure if he could do it normally. Despite his terror he felt so tired…his eyelids now felt like gates which required effort to remain open. He knew he was doomed. The sky was beginning to become less dark. So it had been several hours after all…even though it felt like a lifetime…

as he closed his eyes to blink, he felt his head unwillingly falling forward. Upon bringing it back up and opening his eyes, he came face to face with the thing he had dreaded to happen from the start. His face was now inches away from the surface of the huge eye ball. He attempted to scream again, but out of exhaustion and despair, his voice was low and cracked. All hope of escape then faded and was replaced with a dreadful realization. No means of escaping. He brought the flashlight up and close as possible in a final desperate attempt to blind it or scare it away. But the batteries were now fading and the light of the flashlight was fading as it flashed occasionally. Not that he had any real hope of that plan succeeding anyway. Hallucinations from exhaustion and fear seemed to overcome him, for in the dying light of his flashlight he could’ve sworn that he saw something behind the semi-transparent surface of the eye. And that that something was teeth…a long line of teeth that seemed to shape a wicked smile. Just a few hours ago this fact would’ve shocked him to his core…but that felt like centuries ago…now he was too tired and scared to care.

When he knew that he had reached his limit, he made one final desperate with for a quick and painless death, before allowing his head to tilt downwards again. Unfortunately, what followed couldn’t have been further from his wish.

As his head lowered slightly, he immediately felt a hard surface hit him on the face, was thrown back against the hard surface of the wall and he slowly collapsed to the ground, until he remained in a sitting up position with his back against the wall. He was certain that he would loose consciousness but he didn’t.. he remained motionless half-expecting it to happen with every second that passed. As it soon became apparent that it wasn’t going to happen, he slowly opened his eyes. He was now looking behind a semi-transparent white surface. He opened his mouth to scream but no voice came out. He attempted to move but couldn’t move a muscle. His eyes darted in all directions, seeking something…anything…and they found it. on the ground in front of him he saw a grey (black seen through white) pool of some sort of liquid. And from this pool slowly stood up a figure. The tar fell effortlessly from its body as it stood up. It was a human, as far as he could tell. He stared at his hands as he clenched and unclenched them slowly. Then he looked at him and hope suddenly was reborn.

“Do not hope.” He said slowly in a toneless voice. “Instead brace yourself for pain beyond imagination. It will feel like an endless number on needles being pushed beneath your skin, from the top of your neck down to your toes. And it takes excruciatingly long until it’s over. Normally your mind would snap from the amount of pain, but your sanity will be preserved. I know everything that you are feeling right now. I know everything that you are thinking right now. But I won’t help you and I wont show any pity, the same way I wasn’t give any and shown any when she was at my place and I was at yours a…long time ago…and, I imagine, the same way when she was at your place and another at my place now. An excruciatingly slow circle of knowledge and ignorance where each of us start with one role and finishes with the other. Yet even the knowledge comes with a large portion of ignorance.”

For a few seconds, eyes full of hatred and eyes for of cold understanding met in silence.

“You hate me and will always hate me, the same way I hated and will always hate her as long as my mind remains sane. And you will hate yourself, the same way I do, for every decided to come here. I’m sure whatever reason brought you here is as insignificant as mine was. Although that’s about as much as I remember about it. Its insignificance. You will also soon see the insignificance of reason behind such actions, the insignificance of names and identity, the insignificance of many things that you considered important until now. But they will all fade from your mind soon enough…although ‘soon’ is such a relative concept.”

The one that was now a man and used to be a monster was now looking down on the man that was soon to be a monster. He saw how the tar-like substance was now at his angles and will soon cover him entirely.

“Once this process is complete, the pain will subside and there will be a ‘settling in’ period and in about a day it will commence anew. The realization of your predicament and its nature will become clear soon enough. I part with you with the same words she parted with me. which although spoken so long ago remain scarred in my skull. It will also seem cruel to you at first but eventually you will acknowledge its truth and necessity…”

He took a big breath as if he had waited an eternity to say those 7 words…and it seemed that he did.

“I hope you are the last one.”

Other Things

‘Hey Kim! How are you? :D hope everything is good J listen, because my schedule is a bit tight on Saturday, is it ok if we do the lesson at my place?’






‘Sure, no problem Miss Veronica, whatever you want J just sent me the address and I’ll be there :D’






Whatever I want huh? That can be arranged, Veronica thought.






Veronica was glad that she only needed to wait a few minutes before Kim answered, since waiting of any kind had become excruciatingly as of late. She was overjoyed as she read Kim’s reply and quickly sent her her address. Being Thursday night and since the lesson was in the afternoon, she would have to wait about a day and a half…but she had wanted this long…surely she could wait for just another day and a half…just another day and a half…






A day and a half later…






It was a blessing the girl was so punctual. It proved particularly difficult for Veronica to hide her anticipation during the last seconds of the one and a half days. She found herself gazing at the door of the elevator, waiting for its little window to light up and signal Kim’s arrival on the floor. Of course, she did this while gazing through the door’s eye hole, to avoid her anticipation from alarming Kim and also surprised herself for managing to wait until Kim walked close to the door, before opening it






‘Hello Kim! Come in!’






‘Hello, thank you miss Veronica.’






As she stepped in Veronica couldn’t help but notice that she was wearing both a very sweet perfume and easy-to-take-off clothes.






‘Make yourself at home, the living room is straight ahead. Would you like something to drink?’






As Veronica said this, in a particularly loud voice, and Kim made her way to the living room, she discreetly locked the door and removed the key.






‘No thank you, I’m alright.’






You won’t be for long, now that the hard part is over and the fun part is about to begin, Veronica thought.






Veronica had it all planned out. In order not to startle Kim to o much she would start he lesson normally, then at some point accidentally spill some water on Kim, then have her take off her blouse to clean it, then suggest she waits in the bedroom where its more comfortable, then…screw this…






Veronica walked slowly in the living room, stood next to where Kim was sitting and, after exchanging a silent look for a few seconds, slapped her across the face.






Kim’s only reactions, to such a sudden and in no way expected or rational act, were a small gasp, a look of surprise and, to Veronica’s great joy, her eyes instantly becoming very watery.






‘Do you have ANY idea what I’ve been through since our last lesson? I thought about you all the time, thinking what your tears taste like, what your skin tastes like, what your naked body looks like….but now you are here…now you are MINE…so cry for me!’






And with that, she slapped Kim a second time and immediately tears began to run down her cheeks.






All the frustration of the last week immediately vanished as Veronica begun to observe, completely mesmerized, the tears on Kim’s face. She only snapped out of it when the first tear reached her chin and was about to fall. At that point she bent down and barely caught it with her tongue. And as more tears reached Kim’s chin, she began to lick them off her skin. Kim gasped again and began breathing deeply but Veronica hardly noticed. She was too busy licking Kim’s tears on her cheeks and making her way slowly up.






There is no way of knowing how long this continued.






‘Please…please don’t hurt me miss Veronica…’






At first Veronica ignored her pleas and simply continued. But then she began to slowly wonder. Was it normal that this was going so well? Was it normal that Kim had not screamed or attempted to flee?






She stood up and looked down on her. she seemed a little scared, her face and eyes were read, she was trembling slightly but other than that she seemed fine and in complete realization of what was happening.






‘Please…miss Veronica…please…’






Could it be that this girl’s only forms of self-defense were crying and begging?






She grabbed Kim by the arm, pulled her on her feet, dragged her to her bedroom and pushed her on the bed. Kim fell on her back and, almost immediately, Veronica was on top of her. both Kim’s easy-to-take-of-clothes and Veronica’s not-so-easy-to-take-off-clothes ended up being ripped off. While Veronica did this, Kim didn’t resist at all and only shut her eyes. Afterwards, while Veronica observed her, she attempted to hide her breasts and sensitive area with her hands. But when Veronica grabbed them and placed them on her sides, she did not attempt it again.






Veronica began to gently stroke Kim’s body, from her thighs up to her neck, enjoying how her body moved and shifted slightly beneath her fingers. She then bent down over her and began to kiss her face and lick some of her tears.






As her hand slowly made its way down from her neck, and met one of her breasts, she grabbed it tightly and let her nails sink into it.






‘Ah…no…no…please don-mmm…’ Kim tried to say before Veronica kissed her and stuck her tongue deep in her mouth.






Her hand then realized her breast and slowly moved downward between her legs. And as it did, Kim’s lips began to tremble. Then Veronica began to rub against her. Up and down…up and down…until she was too overcome with desire and lust to realize what she was doing…






The wonderful moment of anticipation had come and gone. It had been more than worth it, but now it belonged in the past and it was time to move on and pick up the pieces.






‘I’ll give you some clothes. You wont have to return them, obviously. You can tell your parents that you got them from a friend.’






Kim didn’t seem to be listening but was gazing on the surface of the bed.






‘In any case, you are free to go. And just to save you from the trouble, don’t bother pressing charges. I know people in high places and it wont do you any good. I don’t expect you to…’






‘Uhm…’






There was a sudden silence on both sides.






‘Could we maybe meet again?’






Veronica was sure she didn’t hear her correctly






‘Eh...?’ was all she managed to say.






‘I…would like it if we could meet again…’






Veronica couldn’t help but wonder if she had fallen asleep…but if she was truly awake, life was sweet…life was great!






‘Well…nothing can prevent us from continuing our lessons. And, if you are a good girl and study, consequently there will be spare time for…other things…’

Never too late

“You haven’t studied…again.”
 “I’m sorry miss Veronica…I’ll be sure to study for next time.”
 “You said that last time…and the time before that.”

Kim sat there silently, staring at times at her book or around her room, anywhere apart from in Veronica’s direction, hoping that she would just continue with the lesson. However, Veronica wasn’t going to let it go that easily this time.

“You do realize that there is no point continuing if you don’t study, right?”
 “I’m sorry, i…”
 “Don’t bother apologizing. I get paid either way, so it’s the same for me. Its you that is wasting your time and money this way. And it’s a shame.”

Veronica was neither angry nor annoyed. But surely she preferred it when her students progressed. It did become a bit tiring to repeat the same thing again and again. therefore a slight nagging of her students is something she tended to do. Plus, truth be told, their reaction was rather alluring. The way they often became slightly red with shame and their eyes became watery.

“I guess I’ll have to discuss it with your parents then.”
 “No!”

I must admit that I wasn’t expecting such an intense reaction. Surely no kid liked it when I said that. Although at the end, I just used it to get them to study. But in Kim’s case an expression of panic formed on her face and a single tear ran down her cheek. Now…normally that is as far as I push it, but after seeing that lovely tear… I wanted to see more… What kind of monster could be attracted from something like this?

“I’m sorry Kim, it’s not like I want to do it, but I really don’t see any other way…”
 “No please…you don’t understand…”

Tears were now running out of Kim’s big eyes and down her beautiful face… ah… It was so difficult to keep a serious expression… Such beauty, such vulnerability… But I need to stop this…

“My parents…if they find out that I haven’t been studying enough…they….”
 “Hush now…” Veronica said as she gave Kim a hug. She was trembling slightly and her tears were now falling on the shoulder of Veronica’s shirt. A slight feeling of regret passed through Veronica, as she felt the shaking of this little girl, who was now crying in her arms... She wanted to comfort her... Or, at least, this is what a part of her wanted.

“There is no need to worry Kim. I won't say anything to your parents.”

She then took Kim’s face in her hands and after staring at her for a while she took out a handkerchief and dried her tears. It was a bit risky from her side, but she then took Kim's face in her hands and kissed her gently on the cheek. Kim smiled shyly and blushed slightly.

“Better now?” Veronica asked, smiling broadly.
 “Yes miss… Thank you…” Kim said slowly while smiling slightly.
 “What do you say we call it a night? Get some rest and we can do the extra time in the next lesson.”
 “Ok, if you don’t mind…”
 “Not at all.”
“Thank you very much, you are really nice.” Kim said as she smiled and waved her goodbye.

Veronica simply smiled back, wondering if she should’ve replied the same way she did just a few moments ago.
Her thoughts were now already to the next lesson.
At times like these, she was both grateful and regretful that she didn’t tell her students to come to her house for the lessons. Although… Its never too late…

Libra

Καταρχήν, καλά Χριστούγεννα.! Καλές γιορτές και τα σχετικά. ^_^

Λοιπόν... Ήθελα να σας πω για το リブラ (διαβάζεται libra, στα ιαπωνικά).  Είναι ένα ψευδώνυμο που συνηθίζω να χρησιμοποιώ, χωρίς ποτέ να έχω εξηγήσει σε κανέναν το γιατί.

Η σημασία της λέξης είναι είναι ζυγαριά και, από ιαπωνικής προσέγγισης, έχει δύο έννοιες: ισσοροπία και κρίση (ζύγισμα). Είναι ήδη γνωστό πως η ζυγαριά είναι και το σύμβολο της Δικαιοσύνης, από την θεότητα Θέμις, της αρχαίας Ελλάδας.

Φωτογραφία by ~Algrably

http://algrably.deviantart.com

Με αυτό το όνομα (libra), υπάρχει ένα από τα πολύ αγαπημένα μου τραγούδια. Είναι από το ιαπωνικό συγκρότημα ムック [Mucc], αρκετά καλοί στο είδος τους και πολύ κοντά στην αισθητική μου. Αφήνω εδώ τον σύνδεσμο, για όποιον ενδιαφέρεται να το ακούσει ή και να το δει:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y0vKExq2Lx4

Οι στίχοι του με εντυπωσίασαν πολύ. Δείχνουν πως ένας άνθρωπος προσπαθεί να ισορροπήσει ανάμεσα στα ένστικτα του (φυσικό πεδίο), τα συναισθήματά του (συναισθηματικό πεδίο) και την λογική του (νοητικό πεδίο). Πως μαθαίνει να επιβιώνει, διαχωρισμένος από όλες τις εντολές που έχει πάρει, χωρίς να μάθει να ζει.

Και πως, πάνω απ'όλα, περιορίζεται, από την όποια θρησκεία μπορεί να έχει, ώστε να ασχολείται με το τι θα του συμβεί στην μετά θάνατον ζωή του. 

Και έτσι, "ξεχνάει" να δει τι του συμβαίνει στην ζωή του πριν τον θάνατο. 

Εδώ θα αφήσω και τους στίχους (με μετάφραση στα Αγγλικά):

http://www.sweetslyrics.com/572693.Mucc%20-%20Libra%20+english%20Translation+%20.html

Mucc 

(Για περισσότερες φωτογραφίες: http://j-rock.narod.ru/gallery/mucc/4/photomucc4.html)