Kan Asma Christmas Tradition

Merry Christmas!

Here is a little glimpse into the Kan Asma- style Christmas tradition.

I hope you have a wonderful and merry Christmas day!

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“It’s time for the blooding.” Mikhail launched from the second-floor banister and did a tight somersault landing on the main floor with hands up like a gymnast. The loud stomp of his boots echoed through the vaulted atrium as he rushing into the kitchen.

“Who’s it going to be this year?” Lucas flashed his fangs. “Should we do a lottery or pull names from a hat?”

Tray waved a long, serrated knife in the air.  “This should do the trick.”

Anna slipped through the open doorway, her mate Dimitri right on her heels. “I’m partial to using fangs.” He winked but mostly just for Anna.

Therese shook her head and backtracked through the kitchen moving through the crowded dining room to where her mate waited with a glass of sparkling wine. She sipped it and savored the sweet bubbly Moscato as it danced on her tongue. “You’d think they’d want presents and Christmas Carols. Instead, they are stuck in the middle ages, still.”

Davran nuzzled her throat, a scrape of fang teasing along the pulse points. “They’re predators. It is in their DNA to engage in a blooding.”

“It’s messy.” Therese frowned, remembering last year’s Christmas mess had her rushing from her mate’s embrace and heading back to where her offspring were beginning to engage in a long held Kan Asma tradition.

“Must you field dress that thing in my stainless-steel sink?” she shouted as she dashed into the kitchen.

“Kinda frowned upon to do it outside.” Mikhail cocked an eyebrow. God, that son of hers was a cocky young male. She wouldn’t tell anyone, but, she found him charming and adorable. And, too handsome for his own good. Perhaps he’d settle down soon. She’d have to talk to Ivan about finding him a mate.

Luke twirled a sharp meat prong between his fingers. Therese didn’t have to guess why his mate Katiya avoided the kitchen. No respectable female would want to see the carnage in her normally spotless kitchen. “Ah, we need to get this going, I’m starving.”

“Don’t worry nan, we’ll have it all spic and span again for you as soon as we are done.” This time it was Traian giving her the assurance. Except, last year he’d hit an artery and the blood splatter on the wall had to be scrubbed with bleach.

Therese wagged a finger. “You stay away from it, Traian Komar.”

The other siblings in the kitchen groaned collectively.

“Give that to me.” Anna grabbed the knife from her brother and trudged to the sink. “Nan, this is the biggest suckling pig I’ve ever seen. How did you even get it into the kitchen?”

Therese smiled. “Your father, of course.”

Ivan took that moment to march into the room, a scowl on his austere features. She loved her eldest son. He had such a commanding presence and looked so much like his grandfather, the leader of the First Mates.  But, trying to find him a gift for Christmas proved nearly impossible. Except for Mikhail. He’d asked her to wrap a Costco bulk purchase of spray starch for Ivan. Oh, that was going to cause a ruckus during the gifting time.

Therese grinned. All her children were in the room with her. They were in the process of preparing the monstrous pig for the roasting. It’d look like something out of a medieval painting soon. By twelve in the morning, they’d have an entire wood pit constructed in the back yard and the pig on the spit. While they teased each other and joked, eating treats and drinking mulled wine, they’d turn the pork until the thing was cooked through.

Then, her favorite part of Christmas would happen. They’d share the dinner together, enjoying the quiet moment of celebrating while dining on the roasting pig.

Then, well, she’d march her younglings right back into that kitchen and start a new tradition—they’d get to clean the dishes and make sure any blood stains were gone by dawn.

Therese left the kitchen, intent on finishing up the final wrapping of her gifts. She loved Christmas because it meant being with her family.

And, that delectable pig.

Inspiring Myself Day 2

Wow, yesterday’s inspiration seems to have done the trick. I wrote 7 pages and finished the scene that so needed completing. Mind over matter? Or Subject matter over mind? Hmm.

Today we must think of inspiration for one of two scenes. There’s dastardly and bad. And, there’s naughty and sensual. The romance author in me wants to go look at pretty sensual photos of a couple in complete abandon. The realist in me says get to the difficult stuff, first, then you can play.

So, as I drag my feet to Google Image Land, I reluctantly decide we must search for the bad stuff.

Search Tags: Eerie parking garage, man in the shadows, daybreak–hey that’s a no-go for vampires, evil bad guy (who is sexy), men in suits talking–that can be sexy too…

Alright, now on to the searches. Like yesterday I will post my top favorites and get to writing.

On my first try, Google rewrote my search as Erie Parking Garage. Nope Google. We are not in the Midwest here. We are in Los Angeles. I want eerie.

Scratch eerie. Only a few popped up and they were all copyrighted. So, changed search to “scary.” Seems a lot of people post photos on the internet of their scary, almost vacant parking garage snapshots. Here is one that I think captures this scene, well….
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Oh yes, something bad is going to go down in the parking garage. But, what we need now is the actual villain. On to the next image search: A man in the shadows.

Oh, I like this one:

Man in shadows

 

 

 

 

 

And this one:

man in shadows hiddleston

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Okay Sunrise over West Hollywood is a bust. Every photo is not open for sharing and the rights belong to the photographer or stock sites. I found one that works and it is sunrise over Los Angeles. This shall do just fine…

sunrise

 

 

 

And finally, gentlemen in suits. I am sure there must be something perfectly delicious that would work for this scene inspiration. Let’s search.

Wow, this is the hardest search yet. The images I am seeing don’t fit. However, it is helping me to shape the way I see the scene in my mind with every return of a smiling gaggle of men in GQ suits, hippies and boy bands.

Alright it has been over an hour. Have you felt time ticking away? I have. I must get to the manuscript and do my writing before the day slips away from me. So, I concede, the last tag of three men in suits, talking seriously, is not going to magically appear in any image search I do. So, in conciliation I am posting three photos that are fairly close resemblances to the three males in this scene.

Ivan Komar

Ivan Komar

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aleksi Komar

 

Aleksi Take 1

 

  Sevastian Komar

Vastian by NirLavi-4

Well then, it is off to write now. Do you have any ideas for image tags that will bring actual results in those searches I had such trouble with? Please share.

Now, I have a dastardly scene to write.

Onward.

Christa

 

Conversing with Ivan.

I spend a ton of time driving my kids hither and yon. Thursdays kick my butt ’cause I feel like I spend  hours just driving back and forth to places. I have been listening to the Love Never Dies soundtrack as a way to balance the non-stop One Direction noise my kids are obsessing over.

 

Have you heard the song Beneath a Moonless Sky? I don’t think I have ever heard a song so precisely written about the intimate act of loving paired to such a melodramatic tune. My kids hate it for the sheer operatic moments. I love it for the one line where Phantom croons, “And, then I TOOK you.”

Yes, please may I have another?

 

So, after listening to several of the songs my dancer began to protest and I agreed, simply because hearing that shrill vibrato Christine is belting out can become tiresome after a while…unless we are talking Phantom of the Opera and Past the Point of No Return with Gerard Butler. Hello, eye candy in sexy tight pants and black mask.

 

But, I digress. To appease my youngest, who has a great deal more flexibility when it comes to music, I thumbed through my CD collection. Since traffic wasn’t being kind, I blindly grabbed for a CD. The one I selected is a play list I made a while back for Sevastian and Nathalia, the vampire story I am supposed to be working on right now.
I started envisioning a scene that has been out of reach for a long time. Just as the picture became clear and things started turning into actual musing, everything went blank inside my mind (Phantom are you in there?) Nope! There was just a blank canvas of white. Oh, and this tall, imposing male was standing there with his arms crossed over his massive chest. He was precisely dressed in an expensive suit. His hair was perfectly styled. The harsh glint in his cobalt gray eyes pinned my inner muse in place. I had to slam on the brakes to avoid rear ending the dude in front of me. Because, I wasn’t paying close attention to the road due to the male’s narrowed gaze and hard-assed expression. I knew in an instant who was hijacking my mental thoughts, so, I confronted him.

The Kartal

I said, “What the hell are you doing, Ivan?”

 

Both his eyebrows went up and his glower could have frozen sunshine.

 

“I’m not afraid of you, Mister Vampire hard-ass,” I added with a harrumph.

 

“You should be.” That was all he said but the edge to his words would make a lesser being shiver in dread.

 

As a side note, I know I should be freaked out, the bastard does bad bad things to people he doesn’t like or who disagree with him.

 

Instead of cow-towing, I shrugged my shoulders and tried to be charming. “So, what brings you here, into my head, while I am musing dreamy scrumptious Vastian?”

 

He licked his lips, like he was wondering what I might taste like and how long it would take to sink his razor-sharp fangs into my teenie tiny human neck. Instead, he took two long steps and stood right next to me. Mental-me, had to look up and up some more just to glance into his austere face. His mouth quirked at the corners as he stared at me all cool and aloof.

 

Someone needs to put him in his place, I think to myself: Like a mate. That thought gets doused with ice cold water and is replaced with annoyance when he grabbed my virtual chin and forced me to look at him more fully. “What?” I managed to squeak out, though my lips make a little moue and the sound is garbled.

 

“I didn’t like what you did with Traian. I’m not happy with your thoughts for Sevastian either. He’s important in ways you don’t yet know. Mating him will… add complications.”

 

Since Ivan is a character in my own head, you’d think I would pop off a one-liner and tell him to knock his shit off.

 

But, since I DON’T know what is going to happen next in the story, I wonder if Ivan might just give me a hint by his protesting.

 

Right, big breath and ask….”What, you don’t like him going house shopping with Thalia? You have something against them living in Flintridge?”

 

He remained motionless, deadly calm. The tips of his fangs were barely noticeable but since I was watching him talk, I got a gander. His thumb traveled along my jaw to my cheek while he scrutinized me.

 

Then, he shook his head. “Nathalia won’t be able to handle the truth.”

 

WHAT? What truth? Crap. I thought her part of the heart ache was done. What the hell did Vastian do?

 

“I’m not telling you.” He simply breathed the answer. Damn, I must have spoken that last query out loud.

 

“Ivan.” I stomped my foot and the car lurched a bit. And, well, hello there little Prius driver. Sorry I scared you and you can lay off the horn now thanks. “Ivan, damn it. You have a strangle hold on my muses. Let them go. You freakin bastard.”

 

He lifted that long, muscled arm and my heart beat a little faster knowing that he could zap me with his mind bending powers and I could easily end up in Fantasy Land. But, he simply shook his pointed finger in my face and tsked.  Asshole I thought. He’s fuckin with my mind. It must be him keeping me from writing the vamps. SOB needs a kick in the ass.

 

“Better watch it, Ivan Komar- the Kartal- I can just as easily write your story. Don’t think you want everyone to know where you hid all those bodies…..”

 

Oh, score. He let go of me.

 

“Don’t go there with Vastian. He’s important to my cause.” His warning rang loud as a bell toll.

 

Go where? I pondered again. Come on, throw me a bone. “I am going there Ivan. So, why don’t you just stop playing puppet master and let my muses go free?”

 

One side of Ivan’s mouth kicked up. “You know I am not the one in charge. That’s Aleksi. But, in this, he and I are on the same page.”

 

Me, blink…smirk…aha! “Very well then. I will take this up with Aleksi. I’m sure he and I can come to a solution.”

 

“I wouldn’t count on it.” Ivan pivoted on his heel and strode into the vast white canvas. A few beats passed and he stopped. Peering over his broad shoulder, he pinned me with a heated stare. “You know the scientists would love to get their hands on Nathalia. Her father is searching for her.”

 

Me…lamblasted. “Huh?” was my stellar reply. But, wait, her father is dead, was my mental rebuttal. HOW do I not know this, aren’t I the author? Sheesh.

 

“Let that be a warning.” He slashed his hand through the air and on a blink vanished.

 

And that leaves me with more questions then before. All I could think of was that I could be relieved that Ivan didn’t mention Gunnar at all. If he knew what I was doing with that male and his mate, all hell would break loose inside my head. Ivan is going to be soooo pissed.

 

Freaking Ivan. Someday, he is so going to get his comeuppance.

 

Now, back to writing the story!