Murder

©  2007-2012  HBO TV True Blood

Patrice had finished her shift at the hospital and strolled easily through the meadows in the middle of Golden Gate Park. Amid the redwoods and flowers lining the meadow, she sensed the presence of someone, someone male tracking her as she approached the edge of the treeline.

She heard him breathing and running long before he would reach her. Patricia allowed this man to tackle her from behind. Quickly he flipped her over and straddled her chest. His half erect penis was soon in her face and he was yelling "Open your mouth, bitch!" Patricia complied. She bit down hard, almost severing her attacker's cock. She began to draw blood through the wound. Now she flipped her assailant over, crushed his sternum with her knee. She continued drawing his blood.
This was not the first time he had done this. She could see in his mind the faces of his earlier victims, all of them blond, all of them young. It was better she didn't kill him by draining him. She didn't want to risk creating a revenant. Not to worry though, the crushed sternum would prevent him from breathing and crying out. She noticed the garrote in his hand. He had planned to strangle her when he finished. He deserved to suffer more and Patricia regretted not having time to deal with him in a more leisurely fashion. He would have screamed if he'd been able. She wiped the blood off her chin and started for home. The sun would soon be rising.

Sophie Lancaster: No se olvide

La mayoría de las personas en los Estados Unidos no conocen de que Sophie era. Déjenme decirles acerca de ella.
Sophie era una mujer joven, de 20 años de edad que vivía en Bacup, Lancashire, Inglaterra, una ciudad suburbana 22 millas al norte de Manchester. Ella estaba en su año de despedida de la universidad con la intención de estudiar una carrera en la literatura Inglés. Su novio mucho tiempo, Robert Maltby, era un estudiante de arte de la época. Hoy es un pintor de éxito. Ambos eran miembros de la subcultura gótica.
Al regresar a casa después de una noche fuera, Sophie Lancaster y su novio, Robert Maltby se sometieron a un "ataque de la turba vicioso" de "un gran grupo de personas" en la madrugada del sábado 11 de agosto de 2007, en la zona de skate park de Stubbylee Park, Bacup.
La pareja fue a casa y se encontró con un grupo de adolescentes en la entrada al parque.  El grupo de los siguió, pero no había ningún problema hasta que algunos de ellos de repente asaltado Robert Maltby sin provocación. Cuando fue golpeado hasta quedar inconsciente, la pandilla atacó a Sophie Lancaster, quien estaba tratando de protegerlo por acunando en sus brazos. Un testigo de 15 años de edad, dijo a la policía: "Fueron corriendo y sólo su patadas en la cabeza y saltando arriba y abajo en la cabeza.
Testigos revelaron que después, "Los asesinos celebraron su ataque contra los godos - o" Moshers "- diciendo a amigos después de que habían" hecho summat [algo] bueno ", y afirmando:" Hay dos Moshers casi muerto hasta Bacup parque - usted quiero verlos - son un lío.
Ambos fueron hospitalizados como resultado del ataque, inicialmente en la enfermería de Rochdale. Robert Maltby lesiones lo dejó en coma con hemorragia en el cerebro. Poco a poco se recuperó, pero se quedó con braindamage duradera. Sophie no tuvo tanta suerte.
En un estado de coma profundo en el Hospital de la Esperanza en Salford, se hizo claro para el personal del hospital que nunca volvería a recuperar la conciencia, y el 24 de agosto de 2007, su familia accedió a desactivar el soporte vital.



El asesinato era algo que le pasó a ella, pero ¿quién era esta chica?

Sophie era un niño inteligente libresco que dio muestras de querer ser diferente desde una edad temprana. Políticos, vegetariano, pacifista, Sophie había dejado la escuela con niveles A y estaba pensando qué hacer con su futuro cuando estaba tan brutalmente de ella.

Sophie y Rob vestido de una manera única, que expresa su individualidad como personas creativas artísticas a través de ropa de estilo gótico, piercings y el maquillaje, lo que provocó el ataque mortal en las primeras horas de la mañana del sábado. Sophie había estado saliendo con Rob Maltby, un estudiante de arte de 21 años de edad, hace tres añosvestido:....

que no hacía deporte
que no hice carne
No me pidas que usar ese
No lo haré
¿Por qué pedirme a seguir la
.línea,no puedo
yo era pequeño o pequeña,
pero nunca petitey
un pelo de tonto,
sin muñeca
Barbie,.ninguna niña girlie
yo era delgado y fuerte,
no un gramo de grasa
en mis pensamientos o mis extremidades.
En mi adolescencia difíciles
que era extraño, era extraño,
- no somos todos
-.había algo diferente hacia abajo en el centro
Bandas de chicos y tartas pop me dejó frío,
vamos a decir
que me marchaba al ritmo
de un tambor diferente,
cantó otra canción,
vagaba a voluntad
a través de los puestos del mercado
tarareando canciones de protesta.
Me puse perro tachonado lleva
alrededor de mi muñeca,
y se alegró como un puñetazo
en la boca, en el concierto,
que se destacó
por una estrella fugaz
de saliva de Marilyn Manson los labios.
Pero para todo eso
de muchas maneras un alma vieja usanza,
como  casa
enen mi propio salón,
en mi propio sofá.
leí,
escribí, pinté,dibujé.
Cuando venía de
no se
sabe,pero fluyó. Fluyó.

Sophie Lancaster: Don't Forget Her

Most people in the United States have no idea who Sophie was.  Let me tell you about her.
Sophie was a young woman, 20 years old who lived in Bacup, Lancashire, England, a suburban town 22 miles North of Manchester.  She was on her bye year from university and intended to study for a degree in English literature.  Her long time boyfriend, Robert Maltby, was an art student at the time.  Today he is a successful painter.  They were both members of the Goth subculture.
While returning home from a night out, Sophie Lancaster and her boyfriend, Robert Maltby were subjected to a "vicious mob attack" from "a large group of people" in the early morning hours on Saturday, 11 August 2007, at the skate park area of Stubbylee Park, Bacup.
The couple were walking home and came across a group of teenagers at the entrance to the park. [6] The group followed them, but there was no trouble until some of them suddenly assaulted Robert Maltby without provocation. When he was knocked unconscious, the gang attacked Sophie Lancaster, who was trying to protect him by cradling him in her arms. A 15-year-old witness told police: "They were running over and just kicking her in the head and jumping up and down on her head.
Witnesses revealed that afterwards, "The killers celebrated their attack on the goths — or "moshers" - by telling friends afterwards that they had "done summat [something] good," and claiming: "There's two moshers nearly dead up Bacup park — you wanna see them — they're a right mess.
Both were hospitalised as a result of the attack, initially at Rochdale Infirmary.  Robert Maltby's injuries left him in a coma with bleeding on the brain.  He gradually recovered, but was left with lasting braindamage.  Sophie was not so lucky.
In a deep coma at Hope Hospital in Salford, it became clear to hospital staff that she would never regain consciousness, and on 24 August 2007 her family agreed to switch off life support .

Murder was something that happened to her, But Who Was This Girl?

© 2011 - 2012 Simon Armitage, Black Roses: The Killing of Sophie Lancaster

Tarja, my favorite singer!

Tarja – Montañas de Silencio

Finding the Light Through the Darkness

I have struggled with depression most of my life.  At a young age I began to develop a sense of irony, perhaps too, young.  It sometimes expressed itself in the form of sarcasm and cynicism about the world I lived in, the people I met and interactions with them.  Because of some illnesses in childhood I also developed and understanding about death.  I began to see the world through a dark lens.  I was reading Poe in the third grade and loved horror movies which I watched despite my parents best efforts to keep me from “that garbage”.  I quickly learned that such a dark vision was not appreciated in children and began to adapt to the expectations of others.  I became adept at playing happy even when I was miserable.  I believe this to be the root of my depression, constantly trying to be someone that I’m not on many, many levels.  It wasn’t until middle age that I gave up the charade.  I’ve embraced my inner darkness.  I didn’t do the Goth scene in the ‘80s because I was busy trying to prove how normal I was.  Now I am dressing a dark aesthetic, I’m listening to Goth and metal music.  I’m writing a Gothic horror novel and I’ve never been so genuinely happy in my whole life.  To people that think members of the Goth subculture are depressed I offer an observation.  Depressed people don’t spend two hours getting dressed in the morning.  They’re lucky to get out their nighties.  There were a couple television shows that really helped me to accept myself.  One was the HBO series Six Feet Under and the other Showtime’s series Dead Like Me.  The following clip is the final minutes of the final show of the series that sums this all up very nicely.  Voice over by Ellen Muth as Georgia Lass in the MGM TV series.

Dead Like Me S02 E15 Final 2 minutes

© MGM TV 2004 - 2012

Carmilla

If you know me you know I'm wild about vampire stories.  I'm wild enough about them that I'm writing a novel of my own.  Most people think Dracula was the first big vampire story.  I don't dispute the magnitude of Bram Stoker's accomplishment  The novel Dracula is a wonderfully written  I really like his use of letters and journal entries to develop characters and get inside their heads without using a narration from the writer.  More so than in film adaptations you get to know Lucy intimately and feel sadness in her demise.  But the fact is much of what he used was premiered 25 years earlier in 1872 by an Irish writer, J. Sheridan LeFanu in the novella Carmilla.  The modern beautiful, charming vampires of Interview With the Vampire and True Blood owe much more to LeFanu's story than Dracula.  The story is still in print and can be downloaded for free or in a paper book as part of the anthology, In a Glass Darkly.  Carmilla is much depicted in art, usually as a dark, sinister creature with blood on her mouth and dressed like a modern day Goth or as the picture in my previous post, wearing nothing at all.  The character as described in the book is not at all like that.  She has a languid beauty and looks very much like an aristocratic young woman of the time which she was when she was alive.  That is what made her so dangerous.  The picture below is the truest I've found to the authors original vision.  The book was written at the height of the Victorian era yet seethes with lesbian eroticism between Carmilla and Laura, the narrator of the story.  Strangely, there has never been a good film rendition of the story.

© 2007 - 2012 Mithgariel http://browse.deviantart.com/?order=9&q=carmilla&offset=96#/d17clb5  

Sometimes after an hour of apathy, my strange and beautiful companion would take my hand and hold it with a fond pressure, renewed again and again; blushing softly, gazing in my face with languid and burning eyes, and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell with the tumultuous respiration. It was like the ardour of a lover; it embarrassed me; it was hateful and yet overpowering; and with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips travelled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, "You are mine, you shall be mine, and you and I are one for ever". ("Carmilla", Chapter 4).

Just for fun, Italian rockers Theatre des Vampires did a song and music video titled Carmilla.  Unfortunately to comply with MTV's standards and practices, blood and murder were not allowed.