Dia de los Muertos by stitchcat

Dia de los Muertos
By: stitchcat
Pairings: Jasper/??
Rating: M

While I've had proper time to heal after(yes, I did lose a few fingers) the Major decided that my lustful commentary about him was inappropriate, I've taken the quick time off to read a few stories. The one that the Major and I are recommending this week is Dia de los Muertos by stitchcat. While, I know most everything of how the Major *and, cough, Maria, cough* had his beginning, I still had never seen the Major at his worst. In this story, the Major is depicted as one bad ass mother-fucker. *licks lips at the thought of a sexy ass Major. Hey, I just can't make the innuendos through the blog for a while*

It's a haunting tale of a boy named Pedro, who has the responsibility of a man in around the 1860's near Monterrey, Mexico. He runs from town to town, warning the pueblos of the 'demons' with red eyes. At his last stop, he comes across Pedre Benito Vela, a devoted priest from a small town whose faith in God is his only reason to doubt Pedro's imaginative tale.

As we listen to Pedro's tale unfold he talks about the horrors he witnessed. Here's a snippet:

He had chanced a look at the main street – all he could see – and immediately wished he hadn't. These were not men, they were monsters. The scene below him, hindered though it was, was that of a nightmare. For an intelligent man like Pedro it was almost impossible to comprehend. Shapes blurred from house to house, room to room, dragging the occupants into the street. The first few minutes of the attack appeared to be pure savagery. People were torn limb from limb, several of the demons converging on what remained and drinking the blood spurting from severed arteries. Body parts were tossed around like children's toys, blood was running in the slop channel in the street. It was as if the creatures had been taken over by a feeding frenzy.

Now I don't know about you, but I found that to be a lot like what it feels like here, though the Major is toned down. We are in a new state of war in Texas, much like Mexico back then. It's about territory and feeding again, much like before the Voturi stepped in all those years ago.

As the story unfolds, we see that Pedro's tale, effects the towns people of El Pueblo de los Santos. With their faith in God and the priest that upholds their devotion, and after a few days a massacre ensues.

Now, I have seen gruesome in my time, along with deranged newborns *mutters an 'ouch' as the Major smack me upside the head, reminding me that I was once a deranged newborn too*, but the scene inside the sanctuary, well... lets just see what mental image you come up with after reading this:

Screams echoed around the adobe walls, figures blurred and crashed too quickly to be properly comprehended. Padre Vela had a strange image of a child, his neighbor's child, flying through the air, limbless and spouting blood from each socket, to be caught by another and devoured. It was at that precise moment that Padre Vela realized the truth Pedro had been trying to tell. These things truly were monsters, demons. This was no neat blood-letting, this was carnage. Limb ripped from limb, viscera exposed, intestines torn out and thrown casually to one side, heads lobbed away like stones in a game. Gore splattered the inside of the church. Slime, entrails, excreta and urine ran down the aisle; it was splashed all over the walls, the altar, the floor. The demons still greedily feasting on the once-human flesh before them paid no attention to the Padre as he eased himself behind the altar. He was unsurprised to see Pedro sheltering there also.

*points at the screen, saying I told you so* See what I mean? As much as I would like to admit that our life here in Texas is all rainbows and butterflies, it's not. It's nasty, gruesome and a fight till death, human or vampire.

While, both the Major and I were astonished at how clearly she wrote his past, she brings another haunting element into the story. A priest, a man of God who by now clearly is second guessing his faith, becomes one of us. Losing his faith thinking that he has been damned to hell, he strips himself of his robes and his faith and becomes the one on another mission. Her description of the priest, made me shudder with the fact that he is still out there, watching and waiting for the right moment to strike.

This is just the first chapter, as I'm not going to get into the second. Her descriptions had me cowering in fear, second guessing just whose more dangerous the Major *earns a glare, mutters a sorry to the Major* or the priest.

This story is such an excellent read even though there is only two chapters, it's a work in progress. Neither the Major or I can wait for an update. Maybe she has some sort of "gift" that reaches into the past to write a story that was clearly before her time. Go and give her some love, for as much as we love the Major.

Signing off,
Sgt. TittyKickers