Between the good and bad, that's where you'll find me, Reaching for Heaven

First Jonathan Sharkey being up to his old tricks again, still. Now this:

http://community.livejournal.com/psivampires/11922.html?view=35474#t35474

It was all I could do to keep from posting: "Okay, galpal, put down the Twilight books and/or the Dresden Files books and back away from them. Overdosing on vampire media of choice and then flipping through "The Psychic Vampire Codex" once does not an energy phage make. It's not a matter of believing that you're a phage, it's a matter of *knowing* that you are. Awakening, from what I can tell, is a gradual process and while it happens differently for different people, I think the safest bet is to let an Awakening happen on its own. Otherwise, it reflects badly on the rest of us, and it perpetrates the myth that all phages are out to recruit kids into their numbers (gee, what other demographic have I heard that canard leveled against?)."

Continuing from a previous post...

Paige Brewster is now safely in custody (and hopefully having some kind of counseling to retrain her brain and help her care for her own well-being more); it (unfortunately) seems our boy picked up another would-be "dark bride". I have a feeling this may have caused her to leave this (grave)dirtbag. Granted, there's another girl out there who needs help, but if things went down as I suspect they did ("I tawt i wuz ur WUN TWOO DARK KWEEN!!!111"), no doubt Paige is likely to sing like a canary and bring the boys in blue onto her kidnapper's doorstep. With or without the pitchfork and torch mob, or using those taser-collars on a six-foot long rod seen in "Daybreakers". I'm almost hoping someone goes vigilante on this jerk, stakes him and cuts his head off for (poetic) justice.

Of course this has me in a vile mood (partly due to hormones) and I've been doing a bit of writing therapy, in the form of a semi-RPF crossover with Mercy Falcone threatening to go postal on Sharkey, and Tatsumi trying without much success to talk her down from her fury, succeeding only when he breaks out of Concerned Gentleman Friend mode and orders her to turn over her badge and her service rifle. I doubt I'll finish this one or post it where anyone can see it, even though it's rather good. Either that or I'll file off the serial numbers and publish it as original fiction, maybe even bring Mercy's (widowed) husband Doyle into the picture.