Tell Me A Story...

D-fies fic, part two

Tue, 24 Jul 2007 14:03:50 GMT

This is the second chapter of the Marlos fluff I posted a few weeks back, enjoy!

He waited as patiently as he could in front of the large stone double doors set in the quaint little Peruvian village. Inside…inside his whole body was torn. Half of him was fighting with everything he had not to submit, to persist where most fail. His other half? Consumed by the demon within. That half wanted him to stalk back down the hill, pick up the first blood-filled human he saw, and suck the poor soul dry.

However, here were people just like him. He couldn’t give up. Not right here. Before he could ponder anymore on it, the door opened, and a mousy-looking girl around Molly’s age with a lime green t-shirt and a pair of jean cutoffs appeared.

“You must be Harry Dresden. Please, come in,” she said, opening the doors enough for him and his large rucksack and bag to get through. “We’ve been expecting you, and everything’s been set up.” She led him through an ornate foyer and then into a brighter hallway, with sunlight pouring in through the windows. She finally ended in front of an unoccupied room at the end of the hall.
“Here you are—Harry was it? You don’t have a roommate at the moment, but that may change. Once you set your stuff down, the elders have asked for you, to start helping you control the demon.” The woman opened the door, and Harry gave her a small smile, nodding.

“Thank you very much ma’am.” He murmured. She simply smiled, leaving the room. He set his bag down at the foot of his bed and knelt at the side of it, putting his head in his hands. Within him, he felt the hollow, aching sensation, felt the monster struggling inside him. He’d nearly had to drug himself to simply survive the plane trip; the woman next to him had been so full of blood…
Hell’s bells…how did I get into this mess?

He shrugged off his duster—he wouldn’t be needing it here, he surmised—and got to his feet, setting himself in front of the window and letting out a sigh. At least the view was good. He smiled faintly, watching the rolling planes of green and the small village below the mountain retreat.

“It’s a beautiful view, isn’t it?”

Harry paled considerably. It’d been, literally, years... He turned to see Susan leaning in the doorway, her long hair streaming over a bared shoulder. She was wearing a white camisole and a dark red skirt the color of blood. Harry tried hard not to say something stupid.
“It’s amazing…in both directions.” He said, giving her another, look, and smiling. Before he could say anything else, she’d closed the door behind her. She smiled sadly.
“So they got you too, huh?”

“They may have bitten me, but they regretted it…I’m pretty sure I’ve got a horrible aftertaste.”

Susan gave a soft chuckle. “I’ve missed you, Harry.”

“I’ve missed you too, Susan. I don’t really know how you deal with this, it’s like….I try to focus on other things, but this…this bloodlust controls me in a way I never felt before.” Susan walked closer, her eyes scanning him.

“You’re strong, Harry. Give it a few weeks, and trust me, you’ll feel a lot stronger, and you’ll feel a lot more in control.” Susan said, although, now that she’d caught his scent, her eyes grew darker with arousal. He knew that the look in her eye, and he felt his hunger rise within him, felt his ability to think growing fuzzy. It was like being a horny teenager all over again.

“….Maybe…maybe we shouldn’t do this, Susan. I’m not quite in control yet…I could—“

“You think I can’t handle you, Dresden?” She murmured, walking towards him. “I know exactly how you feel… and trust me when I say this may be the best thing for you right now. Relieve some tension…” Her eyes gleamed darkly, and Harry noticed the delicious color of her skin, the sweep of her curves, the firm sinew that she’d acquired over the years.

She ran a hand across his face, and Harry leaned into it, giving a low moan of pleasure.

“Oh…it’s been…a long time…”

Harry gave a sigh, and felt her body tighten to his touch, his hands running down her back and feeling warm, supple skin as he kissed her softly, picking her up and pulling her closer, feeling all the long nights and lonely years get the better of him, and realizing for the first time Susan had been just a lonely as he had.

Her markings flared to life, running up her thighs as Harry hiked her skirt higher, kissing her again as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling herself closer, the warmth of her body heating up his.

Before he gave into his inner drives, the woman who had showed him in opened the door. “Mister…oh…Susan.”

Susan nearly snarled, but she held her tongue, giving a winning smile back to the girl.

“Angela…”

“It’s nice seeing you, Susan, but the elders would like to start Harry’s training.”

“I’ll let him out in a minute…promise.” She smiled. Angela only nodded, closing the door behind her. Susan muttered softly under her breath, something along the lines of ‘cock-blocked’ before pulling away, the markings on her face fading from black. “Alright big boy…”
Harry kissed her once, a passionate kiss that spoke of his years of longing, and then forced himself to pull away.

Susan opened the door, turning back to face him at the last moment. “I never stopped loving you, Harry. You know that.” Harry nodded mutely, going to follow her, but shaking her head. “Not yet. There’s some things you’ve got to learn.”

“Will I see you again?”

Susan smiled wryly. “Now that you’re here, Harry, you couldn’t get rid of me if you wanted to.”

Harry only gave a light chuckle, nodding. “I’ll hold you to that.” And hopefully some other things…once I figure some things out….

She only grinned, as if he’d said the last statement aloud, and then quit the hallway. Harry sagged against the wall for a moment, and then pushed himself off.

It was time to take his life back.

The girl was waiting outside, and she began to walk, leading him to a door, and another hallway, and turned the corner.

“I can take you no further.” She said, and patted his shoulder.

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” He murmured, nodding to her, and starting down the hall. As he walked, he saw a few torches lit in at the end, lighting the way to an ornately carved door. Apparently these people were hurting in the ways of style or interior décor, Harry surmised, as he began to walk, shoving his hands into his pockets and hoping that this wouldn’t be as painful
as he was certain it would be.

He saw two big, burly men in front of the door. Both of their heads had instantly snapped to attention to watch him crossing the hall. He waved nervously, for the first time in a long time physically intimidated by anyone; both of them were a good couple inches taller than he.

“You Harry Dresden?” one of them asked.

“Well, that’s normally what people shout at me when things start burning, so, yeah, guess so.” His normal defense mechanism of sarcasm and dry humor had flared up as he inwardly panicked. Neither of them looked very amused, but they moved anyway, and the doors opened into the room.

Inside the room sat three men and a woman looking over a set of scrolls and conversing in what sounded like a mix of Spanish and English. Harry groaned inwardly. Hell, with Lasciel gone, he was pretty sure he was worse with languages then before. Now all he had to rely on was his correspondence course..and lord knows how well that had gone with Latin.

At the sound of the squeak, the woman looked up and gave him a soft smile. “Hola, Harry. Nice for you to join us,” she said, rising to stand. Harry smiled gratefully, shaking her hand. “I hope I’m acceptable for your order, ma’am.”

She only smiled. “Harry, we don’t turn many away.” She said. “I’m Consuela, and this is Marten, Abraham and Ricardo,” she quickly pointed to each and turn, who gave him a smile, “I know everyone from where you come from is titled and ranked, but we’re not quite as formal.”
“Good…I hate formalities.” He smiled and stepped back onto the small dais that he was probably supposed to stand on.

Ricardo gave him a once over, and Harry tried his hardest to not look him in the eye. The last thing he wanted them to do was kick him out before he learned anything.

“You’ve got a lot of power, Harry.”

“Not enough to battle this thing on my own. I’ve held on so far, but it’s already gnawing on my free will. My power counts for nothing in this respect,” he murmured, Ricardo looked down at his scrolls, looking introspective.

“Do you understand what it means to undergo this process?” Marten spoke up. “You’ll still always feel it, and when you tap into it, sometimes… sometimes it gets unbearable. You have darkness in your past, Harry. What if the demon inside of you latches onto your darkness? Are you really prepared for this?”

“If I have other options, please, point them out.” Harry said, a bit defensively. “I do know, however, that it’s either this, die, or do worse than die, I’ve chosen this.”
Abraham was the last one to speak. “Do you think you’ll be able to return to your normal life Dresden? And, more importantly…do you think your normal life has followed you here?”

“I can nearly guarantee you, nothing has followed me here. And I can guarantee that once I am comfortable, once you have trained me to be all I can, I will make sure that no one else has to go through this. I want to return to my life. I want to return to my friends, my family… what little of it I have left.” His voice quieted to a whisper by the time he’d finished.

Consuela looked to him, her dark eyes still gleaming a bit. “I don’t see why we shouldn’t give it to you. In fact, I’m pretty sure all three of them are just messing with you,” she said, holding up a scroll. “Like Ricardo said, you have a lot of power in you. No doubt, when you harness the strength, when you’re able to control it…you’ll be your own force of nature. We already had the scrolls written up.”

Harry nodded, relieved, slumping a bit, and running a hand to his face. “Thank you. I don’t really know how I can repay you.”

“Kill off as many Reds as you can when you get back,” Abraham murmured, rising to his feet, and waving one of the bodyguards away to go pull the curtain back.

Harry’s grin had no mirth, only a cold malice. “Count on it.”

-=-
Carlos sighed, looking over the documents in front of him, and pulling the phone back away from his ear. “…How did you lose the keys if you were driving the car, ma’am?” He frowned, writing it down , and shaking his head. No wonder Harry had gotten so cynical…the human race was not as intelligent as they let on. “Well, when Dresden comes back I’ll be sure to ask him. What, no, I’m not Harry Dresden…yes, I’m a wizard but-“

Molly opened up the door, Mouse in tow,. Carlos looked up, smiling at her wearily, and then rubbed a temple with his free hand, his frustration evident. “No, ma’am, I’m not ‘just as good’, Harry Dresden practices a type of magic that helps him find things, and I don’t practice that-…no…no I am not going to pick up a ‘Magic for Dummies’ book; it’s not quite that simple.”

Molly smiled, and shook her head. He had the patience of a saint; if Harry was here he would have already shorted out the phone.

“Tell you what.” Carlos’ words were clipped by this point. “How about you give me your name and number, and I’ll give Harry a call and tell him it’s urgent.” Molly noticed he made no move to grab a pen or a piece of paper. “Uh huh…312…585…7213…and your name? How do you spell that? ….Okay…Okay. I’ll give him a call right away. Yeah, thanks for calling. Bye.”
Carlos calmly set the phone down, and quickly disconnected it from the wall. “I hate stupid people.”

“If it makes you feel better I’ve had to do this as well—the people are always stupid. At least you haven’t gotten any people asking you if magic really exists and if ou’re a scam artist trying to take people’s money,” Molly said, and took the sturdy leash off from around Mouse’s neck. Mouse trotted towards Carlos, giving him a big doggy grin, before settling down in the corner. There Molly’d set up a large bed for him, complete with cushions, and two large metal bowls she’d borrowed from home. He sniffed at the kibble before laying his head down on his paws.
Molly in turn, slid onto the side of the desk. “So, what’s the latest word from the council?”

“Recover, rebuild, revenge.” Carlos said simply, looking back to the book that he’d been thumbing through since he’d gotten in. “Apparently they attacked a few other sites around the world, each one instantly covered up and called a terrorist attack involving hallucinogenic drugs.

They attacked mostly metropolitan areas, taking out wizards on several continents. Our numbers have pretty much been cut in half.”

Molly paled slightly, her eyes closing. “Oh, Carlos…” She murmured.

His voice was tight. “The Merlin has told all the wardens that we are not to go off avenging our fallen brethren. We are to help rebuild the cities attacked, and then we are to convene and plan our next steps…”

“Why? Why can’t you?” Molly frowned, anger flashing in her eyes. “That’s not right! They just get to revel in their victory, and you have to sit here and help rebuild the city? That’s preposterous.”

“I know it isn’t right, but it makes sense, and we do need time to replenish our resources, and our numbers; I’m betting that a whole lot of apprentices just got a shiny new upgrade to wizard status.” He leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “He’s informed the Regional Commanders to just keep the peace, and if we see any trails leading to another attack to come forward with them. I talked to Luccio and she says that she can get another warden to take my place when I’ve gotta go back to my jurisdiction.”

He only shook his head, slumping down onto the desk. “I don’t know how Harry does it…He wades through the bottom feeders all day, and then in his spare time he goes and saves the world.”

“Well, he does it with a lot of sarcasm and half baked plans.” Molly chuckled. “and normally flying by the seat of his pants.”

His eyes widened, and he chuckled softly. “It all makes sense now.” He said, moving to give her a kiss. Molly melted into the kiss, leaning forwards to deepen it, her eyes closing. He was warm, and she relished in the scent of his clean skin and the faint scent of his cologne . She was about to slide into his lap when they heard tires squealing on gravel below. Carlos swore softly, and the pair reluctantly parted.

A low, rumbling growl came from Mouse as he rose to his feet. Mouse only made noise when something supernatural was coming, which could only mean supernatural trouble.
“You think they’re here for Harry?” Molly said, frowning, as three people got out of the car, hurrying into the building.

“What, three guys burning rubber and running up to the apartment? Who else could they be for? .I guess I’ll actually have to take a message this time.” He said, and reached for his staff.

-=-

Harry hissed as Consuela finished the markings on his chest, and began the process up his neck, The design was based on the set of standard markings used by the Fellowship to bind the vampiric essence, combined with an array of symbols specific to Harry’s ancestry and background, which would give him more power over his personal demons. “Does it …should it hurt this much?”

“Harry, I’m giving you tiny stab wounds and injecting a magical potion into half of the pores on your body; what do you think?”

“Point.” He murmured softly, shifting so she could get to the left side of his neck. “I…I still don’t understand how this works exactly. How did you find out how this potion binds the demon?”

“Ancient secret of the Aztecs.” She said, smirking. “The blight of vampires isn’t a new one.” She began another swirl, that he could feel but not see. At least not until the demon was released from its hold, currently suppressed by the Fellowship’s magic. “Hush now Harry, you need to go back to your meditations…this is a long, arduous process.” She grinned at him. “And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t distract me so much.”

“As you wish.” He smiled, letting his eyes shut and adjusting himself to the point where it was only mildly uncomfortable. The silence fell like a blanket, as he gathered his thoughts and prepared himself.

He could just feel the lust just under the surface of his waking mind, the subtle longing that was at the base of his skull, the blood rushing around through his veins, the sweet blood song of those around him. He tried not to let himself get caught up in its thrall. Instead, tried to focus on other things.

Friends, Family, Susan.

The blood song quieted and fell away and his body sagged slightly with relaxation. He focused on maintain his relaxed state while she finished the markings, ending with a curve above his right eye. She slowly pulled away.

“I think we’re ready,” she called out, for both him, and the other three, who’d been preparing themselves at the other end of the long room. By this time, the sun has begun its descent, but it wasn’t quite sun down yet. After a full day of sunlight, the demon was at its weakest; the time was right.

Harry’s eyes opened slowly, a calm settling over his features. He waited for instructions, settling back and watching Ricardo, who stood directly in front of him. his dark eyes watching Harry’s.
“Are you ready, Dresden?”

“…oh, no, but don’t stop this long and taxing process for my account,.” he muttered. Ricardo nodded, and settled the palm of his hand on Harry’s forehead.

Inside Harry’s head, the hunger pushed forward.

He was bombarded by the ancient power he felt, the power that the vampire offered, if he only made a choice. Harry’s muscles tensed, his hands grabbing onto the arms of the chair as he actively resisted the demon, resisted the hunger, and tried to pull away from Ricardo’s hand
Ricardo persisted, and Abraham and Marten came around and each placed their hands on Harry’s shoulders, restraining him. Ricardo began to mutter in a language Harry’d never heard before.
Suddenly, Harry felt the demon dragged to the back of his mind, locked away with its recesses, and he felt the power washing over him, seeping into his body, through his veins, and the irresistible pull called to him. The demon thrashed within the cage, shaking at its holds like every demon would.

The cage seemed strong, but the demon was gaining strength as the sun set, wanting desperately to be sated. Harry struggled, throwing his own will against the vampire’s, and he fought to strengthen the cage, make it unbreakable, add his own wards to it. Soon enough, the demon fell back, exhausted.

He felt himself thrown back into his body, as he became aware of reality, and opened his eyes as the markings faded. Ricardo whistled slightly.

“No wonder those vamps wanted you so badly.” Marten said, giving Harry a warm smile. “…you’ve got strength in you.”

Harry sagged into the chair with exhaustion, as it fell upon him like a lead weight. “…I’m glad you guys feel that way, because frankly, I’m a little bushed.”

“Most people pass out their first time going toe to toe with their demon.” Ricardo said. “The fact that you’re still conscious speaks of your power…you’ve done well…welcome to the Fellowship.” He said, and smiled. “Let’s get you to your room.”

Harry only nodded, getting to his feet. “Thank you for this…thank you for letting me do this…I couldn’t have accepted the other choices.”

Consuela only chuckled. “Let’s just see how much you’ll thank us for it in the morning.”

comments are always welcome

Character Meme

Sat, 14 Jul 2007 21:20:28 GMT

1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.

2. Make them answer the following questions

1. Eric Atkinson (probably Sim City High, maybe something else)
2. Laremos Castillo (Prismoids)
3. Edward Bone (Dresden Files, Fool's Gold)
4. Seth Tropin (Sim City High)
5. Gabrielle L'Angelo (Sim City High)

A. How old are you?
Eric: 18, last time I checked.
Laremos: The same for me.
Bone: Well, people say I act a lot younger, but 24.
Seth: *grins* eternally 17, joy.
Gabrielle: 19.

B. Height?
Eric:....5'3....
Laremos: 6'8
Bone:...you tall basta...I mean...5'10!
Seth: 6'2
Gabrielle: 5'7 in flats, but then again..I don't really wear heels unless forced.

C. Got any bad habits?
Eric: I stutter when nervous.
Laremos: oh..pobre chico *pats Eric*. I sometimes forget how strong I am...mi madre stopped using glass cups.
Bone: I have no flaws!
Seth: *snorts* sure you don't Bone...I've got a bad temper, and well...Things tend to get a lot wetter when I'm mad, I'll put it that way.
Gabrielle: My sword always goes a bit to the right when I use it. And I pace when I'm nervous.

D. You a virgin?
Eric:...perpetually, it seems.
Laremos: *blushes* si, it is so.
Bone: *scratches head*...well, there was this one time I got really drunk...but...yeah..yeah I think I'm not.
Seth: *grins widely* nuh uh.
Gabrielle: Nope!

E. Who is your mate/spouse?
Eric: I don't really have one, It'd be nice to have a girlfriend though.
Laremos: None at the moment. Although me and Diablo have been told we bicker like a married couple.
Bone: Well, there is this cute doctor I'm eyeing...
Seth: My lovely Shyama *goes to hunt her down and make the last question not apply again*
Gabrielle: Christian Connelly.

F. Have any kids?
Eric: If I'm still a virgin...
Laremos:...no, I don't have any kids.
Bone: oh hell no.
Seth: *passes back through the hall* Me? Spawn? I apologize to the world if I ever do...speaking of...*goes towards the bathroom to get a condom*
Gabrielle: Uh, well, no. Hopefully soon though.

G. Favorite food?
Eric: I like pizza with mushrooms and anchovies. And don't knock anchovies...they're good!
Laremos: Arroz amarillo con pollo es mi favorita si!. ((Yellow rice and chicken))
Bone: I'm quite fond of ale. And yes it IS a food.
Seth: I can has chezburger?
Gabrielle: *smiles* I like the meat that Christian catches, roasting over a campfire.

H. Favorite ice cream flavor?
Eric: Rocky road.
Laremos: I like chocolate, it's so warm and creamy.
Bone: Ale. Yes it IS an ice cream flavor. Homemade!
Seth: Mint Chocolate Chip!
Gabrielle: Ditto with Seth!

I. Killed anyone?
Eric: No, I don't think so.
Laremos:...*hesitantly* not by choice...
Bone: only because I had to.
Seth: Well...Steven and Chris were asking for it. And so were my parents. That one was totally self defense.
Gabrielle:...Too...too many. *sighs*

J. Hate anyone?
Eric: No, I don't think so.
Laremos: Not yet.
Bone: ...in theory...I hate a lot of non-people.
Seth: Steven and Chris. And My parents.
Gabrielle:...Steven. and the Corruptor for making me have to live through it all again.

K. Any secrets?
Eric: ...I can bring my drawings to life. Which would be great if I could draw.
Laremos:...I know how to fly pretty much anything...and the little blonde...she's so cute, amigos...
Bone: *thinks* I...*pauses* there are some things, that shouldn't be discussed.
Seth: Oh yeah. Lots of them.
Gabrielle:...I'm a lot more vulnerable than I let on. I bruise easily, as the song says. I can also only bleed if cut across my stomach.

L. Love anyone?
Eric: Not yet. Here's hoping though.
Laremos:...not yet...*tucks a picture back into his pocket*
Bone: My ma and pa, god rest them.
Seth: I love Shyama.
Gabrielle:*smiles* Christian.

Sun, 24 Jun 2007 04:20:49 GMT

Christopher woke up, and frowned, feeling his bed surprisingly cold.

His dark blue eyes widened, wide and afraid in the cold morning light that was pouring in through the large windows in his estate.

"Cold?" His bed hadn't been cold since...

..since the last time Puck had been gone. The little fireling had always made his bed toasty..her bod emitting gentle warmth that seeped into his bones and calmed his soul. But...but where was she?

He turned over, seeing the note on the side of his bed, and jumped into a sitting position, snatching the note from the end table.

Dear Chris,

So sorry to leave you hanging, but our master requested to see the little bitch before I killed her.

Ta,
Steven

Chris snarled, crushing the note and hurrying to his closet. Just how long had she been there...could she...could she be dead already? He stopped, took a breath. "No..no you're not dead....you better not be..."

-=-

His eyes, a light green color that only blazed contempt, stared down into wide, fearful brown ones, the color of mud, Puck knelt where she'd been thrown, and Steven stood behind, a dark smirk on his face. He'd been itching to kill her since he'd woken up this morning...and now, well, the dog was straining at his leash.

"...You know, my darling...you're quite the mystery." He stood, his beautiful and yet twisted face focused solely on her. "You let people walk all over you..you barely raise a fuss...and...and you could actually forgive Christopher for all th things he's done to you."

Puck closed her eyes, trying hard not to shake. "I...I love him."

The Corrupter gave short bark of laughter. "You love him? Such a trite thing to say...you humans and your...love." He gave a small smile. "To think...he wouldn't even have been enslaved to me...if not for you.."

Puck's eyes widened. "W...What?"

"'Don't take her...don't. I'll do what you want...just leave her be,'" The Corrupter retorted, playing back Chris' words exactly. "To think...that someone you love...all this misery. For little you."

She cringed away from the thought, looking down. "I didn't ask him to!"

"...You didn't have to. He's too infatuated with you...I can't imagine why though...such a pitiable creature." Puck cringed again, a lick of flame passing down her face. It was apparent tat this kind of thing was going to take hours...and Puck may be broken by the ed of it.

Steven watched, his smug smirk only widening. It was only a matter of time before he got to finish her completely.

Something that came into my head this morning

Sat, 16 Jun 2007 15:00:41 GMT

Steven Ales thanked his lucky stars, as he turned his car off, fumbling with the corsage case in his hand. She'd said Red right? He hoped to God it was red.

He moved up the stairs, fixing his pocket lapel and waiting for someone to open the door.

It open, and he was eye to eye with a very annoyed looking redhead, with his burning pale brown eyes focused directly on him. Currently topless, and holding a black tie in his hand, his other hand was held up to his ear, and he could hear someone talking over the phone.

Caleb only sighed. "What do you mean you changed from a red dress to a green one...d..alright, hold on."

He gave another glare in Steven's direction. "Don't do anything stupid. If she comes home and she's not ridiculously happy then I WILL kill you, understand?" He muttered, and before Steven could respond he started walking away. "Shy! your date is nervous and confused, and also here!"

Steven frowned he was not confused...at least...he didn't think he was.

Shyama came out, her eyes nervously looking up. It'd been the first dance she'd been to without Seth..and...frankly, she was a little nervous. She was so used to Seth...what would this be like?

Steven's jaw dropped when he looked her up and down. Wearing a tasteful scarlet red dress that complimented her dark red hair and creamy pale skin, her arms were left bare, and it conformed to her torso, before flowing out in a full skirt, dotted in small red jewels, (courtesy of Puck and a few jokes from Chris that made her laugh so hard she'd cried.)

"Shy...you look...so beautiful." He murmured softly, setting a small kiss on her cheeks and presenting her with the corsage. She smiled, her face lighting up. "Oh, Steven, it's perfect." She said, opening it and slowly slipping it on.

Steven only gave a grin. "Only to match you, Shy..."

She smiled brightly, giving him a hug. "You're so sweet."

Steven only laughed. "Don't mention it...come on...let's go get a bite to eat before we make everyone else in the hall jealous." He smiled. Shyama giggled, nodding and following him wherever he led her.

Fri, 08 Jun 2007 03:44:37 GMT

North American Beauty: Marilyn Monroe -- Beige Theme
European Beauty: Monica Bellucci -- Green Theme
Asian Beauty: Zhang Zi-Yi -- Blue Theme
African Beauty: Liya Kedebe -- Pink Theme
South American Beauty: Pampita Ardohain -- Purple/Yellow theme
Australian Beauty: ?
Antarctic Beauty: Penguin

Still looking for Austrailian, but this is fun ^_^ I like it.

Anyways, I feel like a writing...someone give me an idea!

Thu, 07 Jun 2007 03:45:42 GMT

Flashfic for darkpuck.

Skye was very, very bored.

With her parents away, and her brothers not there yet, Jeneveire was alone, and quite lonely. She had the television on, but wasn't really watching it, instead her dark brown eyes watching the window, the sun had nearly set, and she hugged herself closer, closing her eyes, and hoping that something...anything would occur to end her boredom.

It was then she heard the sound of something landing on her roof, and groaned a bit. Well...she had asked for it. From that sound though, she heard another one, and then a hard thud as something hit the ground. Skye gasped, and ran to the front door.

In the constantly pouring rain, All she could see was the collapsed form in the rian on her doorstep. She knelt down, frowning, and touching its arm lightly.

It looked up to her, its eyes widening, as it looked to her, trying to pull away. "No...d...don't...dangerous..." He murmured, his eyes closing.

Skye frowned. "I don't think you're dangerous." She said softly, and slowly dragged him inside.

He sat up, drenched, his coat acting as a shroud around him. "You're...you've...no...I can't stay here...you're pure..." He muttered, a flash of fangs being revealed as he said it.

"Oh..." Skye murmured, and looked to him. "Do you...do you need my..."

"I...I shouldn't...I could hurt you." He said, his blood-lust hitting him hard.

"You won't hurt me...please....you need the energy." She said.

He looked up. "Why...why are you being so nice?"

"...I..."

Steele brushed a few hairs out of her face. "Thank you..." He said, and then gave her a Kiss.

Molly/Carlos fluff

Tue, 22 May 2007 03:04:15 GMT

Man…no one said this was going to be easy.

Carlos winced softly as he watched the building behind him go up in flames. His inner voice was panicking. And he tried really, really hard not to regress with it into wanting to run back to his mom’s skirts for protection.

This is really not going well He surmised, his eyes scanning over the ‘battlefield’ or what was really becoming more like a ‘slaughter-field’. They were taking out Red Courters…but not as fast as Red Courts were licking or draining or simply taking out wizards, and him and the few remaining wardens left were stretched to thin to help everyone.

The thing that…perturbed him the most was that the red court vampires seemed to have lost every sensible cell in their very, very ugly bodies. He ducked and covered as a spell was lobbed over his head, incinerating a red court vampire about to launch off at him. He threw a quick, grateful smile in the wizard’s direction, and decided to keep his inner dialogue running as HE ran.

He rolled, pulling out his sword and cleanly disemboweling the vampire, effectively shedding its stolen blood onto the ground below, and kept running. He would’ve just used bullets, but his bullets had ran out a long time ago, and if he stopped to reload right now, well, that would be very bad. They’d be picking him up with the rest of the Venom-ized ones.

There was, really, one thing keeping him going right now. And, it was really, the beginning of this little fight.

Up in the condos that signified Red Court territory at the moment, was Harry.

And, of equal importance, Molly. Possibly already dying, or worse.

“Expluda!” He snarled, and through the foci bracelet on his wrist, an anger-powered blast launched at the next closest, and took it screaming to the ground, where his sword made quick work of the rest of it.

The Warden kept moving, taking out what he could, and helping those in his way that were on their side, but his eyes hadn’t left the towering condominiums for a second.

Molly….

-=-

Daddy… Molly’s eyes flew open as she groaned. “Oh, god…five more minutes and three more aspirin.” She said, turning over in her…cold, hard, concrete bed.

That woke her up. She rose to her feet, surprised to see ankles shackled to the concrete floor, the thick enough to house a full strength vampire.

“Or be way too strong for a teenaged wizard girl to try and break out of or freeze off…” She murmured worriedly, her eyes narrowing in concern. Now, now she looked up, trying to find out exactly where she was. As she turned, she saw no windows, and only one door, which was about as heavily locked down as she was. Apparently, they didn’t want her to get out.

She slowly stood, and by how sore she was, she figured she’d been asleep, or unconscious, for a few days. She tried to remember anything, anything that could help her figure out just what the hell was going on here.

She got a very good hint when the door opened, and something was thrown at her feet. It skidded on its black trench coat for a few feet before coming to rest nearby her. By the malformed hand and the extreme height, she figured it to be…

“Oh my god, Harry!” She tried to run to him, and stumbled over her chains to come to a kneel next to him, and looked up, seeing a woman a little too pretty smirking at her.

“I wouldn’t get too close. He might bite.”

The color drained out of her face. “No…” She eked out a whisper, and turned him, so he was lying on his back, her eyes looking over him. “No…Harry…Harry, wake up and tell me she’s joking!”

After a moment, his eyes flashed open, disoriented and fuzzy, before they focused on Molly.

“Kid? W…What are you…” Disorientation devolved into fear…and hunger, and Molly nearly died inside. “…Molly, I want you to get away from me…” He said, his voice strained. She scrambled into her corner, and he did the same into the other, his eyes going from afraid to desolate.

Molly bit her lip as the tears began to stream out of her eyes. “No…no no…you can’t be.”

“Yes I can, Molly, don’t go there…don’t even think you can curl up into a little ball and pretend this isn’t happening.” He said shortly, but she could hear the underlying panic in his voice. “Because if you go into your little happy place, and I…I submit to this thing inside of me…I will eat you. And I will enjoy it.” He said, trying to startle her back to alert ness. “That’s why you’ve got to stay with me, okay?”

“O..Okay, I get it, Oh God Harry…”

“Stop it!” He snapped. “Stop feeling sorry for me, and start worrying about yourself! If I stay locked up in here I can’t get to anyone now can I? Once this mess is over, there are ways to …to control it. But I need you to get out, and lock me up.”

She sniffed, nodding, looking up at him. “One problem, boss.” She said, pointing to the cuffs on her ankles. Harry gave a small smile.

“Pfft. Cuffs? Come on Molly, what do you take me for?” He said, and shifting into his coat, finding the keys. “Managed to snag them before I got bitten…and other things.”

Molly watched him, frowning. “How are you staying so calm?”

“…Molly, I had a fallen angel tempting me for a few years…I think I can deal with a lesser whiny demon for a couple hours.” He muttered, and throwing the key ring in her direction. She caught them, and went to work trying each key.

“Okay…so just what the hell is going on here? Why are we locked up in here…why did they—”

“Because the Black Council paid them to do it.” He muttered bitterly. “They’ve been wanting to for years now…ever since this whole war got started. They take me off of their hands, there is no impetus for the war anymore. They can have the bastard that killed off Bianca and a few dozen of the Red Courters, the one who injured their Red King, and the Black, and White Councils will be free of the senseless war.”

“Oh, Harry…”

“You unlocked yet?”

“I…yeah.” The last key worked, and the cuff broke open and she could feel the blood rushing back to them in a flush of pins and needles. Making quick work of the other one, she got out, looking up to him. “Now what?” As her eyes turned on him, his turned away. “Uh…stand in the doorway, but veil yourself, and watch me until I lock myself up, and then lock the door behind you.”

“I can’t just leave you here…”

“You want to live? You want me to stay moderately human? Get out.” This time, the strain was heavier laced in his voice, as he rose to his feet, and locked himself up within the cuffs.

Molly watched for a minute, torn, unsure of what to do. Harry was always with her…Yelling at her maybe, but always helping her…what would she do without him?

“You don’t have time or power to hold that veil up for very long. Go, get out of the building…there’ll be people to help you below.” Harry said, and then, to get her to leave, added. “I’m starting to get hungry.”

Molly finally closed the door behind her, and started to hurry down to the exit, going down the stairwell and trying to find a window. When she did, she quickly decided that was a bad idea.

Downtown Chicago? Ruins. She nearly swooned on the steps, when Harry’s voice rang out in her mind, and charged her feet to move. All you have to do is get out of the building, Molly…then you can collapse into a puddle of goo.

She was down to the second floor before she ran into problems.

-=-

Carlos had just made it to the building, when he was surrounded by Red Court, his eyes scanning the odds, before he gave a soft sigh. “Good enough odds, I figure. I mean, one powerful, handsome, charismatic wizard, against a bunch of ugly ass vampires? I think I can deal with that.” He smirked.

The vampires screeched and dove for him, and he pulled out the semi-automatic he’d finally had time to reload, shooting at hearts, stomachs and heads, hitting or missing he managed to hit someone, as they were piled thick around him.

Vampires were falling, but they were crawling back, trying to get their hands on the wizard, screeching and hissing.

It was then that the earth around them began to shake.

Santa Maria, God Bless good earth mages He thought gleefully, as he watched the earth open up around him, only the small patch of ground his feet rested between was safe.

“Ramirez! I’m not your babysitter! Do your job!” He heard the deep rumble of Morgan’s voice, and snapped to attention. The vampires were not just going to the depths of the earth themselves. And if they could get out, they certainly wouldn’t stay there. His target changed from heads and hearts and stomachs to arms and wings. Now they were falling faster, and he saw Warden Morgan nearby, making short work at whatever scaly, flying thing got in his way, and sending them into the very depths of the earth.

Ramirez wondered just how long Morgan could hold the earth apart, before he ran out of bullets. “Força He shouted, raising switching from gun to staff as he began sending blasts of energy through wings, leaving smoking, gushing holes. He didn’t have enough power to do this for very long though, and, thank God, he may not have to, the vampires seemed to be retreating to their territory.

Morgan let the earth roll back as the rest fled back to the condos, and joined the younger warden, just as confused as he was.

“Where are they going?” Carlos asked, more to the air around him then to Morgan, who gave a shrug.

“Regardless, we have to go there anyway; they have some of our people in there.” He said softly. When Carlos nodded, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of electric green, and her eyes widened.

“Molly…shit!” He took off running, and Morgan, seeing what he was talking about, swore under his breath, and followed.

-=-

One vampire, Molly can handle. With enough time, preparation and luck, one vampire was no problem. She’d taken it out with a well placed kick and a good fire spell.

But…then she saw the swarm coming, and her already pale face was beginning to turn a ghostly shade of white, as she saw another dozen vampires flying her way, away from the death outside, and into the stairwell she was making her getaway into.

Little bursts of panic were erupting in her mind, and she, on instinct, jumped down the stairs, landing on one of the Red Court vampires, and then jumping down to the ground floor below, screaming the entire way loud enough to grate on the vampires’ enhanced sense of hearing.

They turned as fast as they could in the narrow hallway, but before they could, the ground began to shake around them. Molly looked down, and saw an older grey Cloaked warden, the same one who’d been sweeping down on her with that giant sword a few years back flashed his hand up and yell “Umgeben Sie !”

The shaking grew quiet, and the vampires grew nervous, backing away from the green haired apprentice, and starting to go back up the stairs, when there was a shattering of glass from above them, as earth began to tumble into the stairwell, taking the form of a pillar straight downward, pummeling whatever was in its path down to the stairs below, and then through them, the creatures being driven back to the earth.

Before Molly could get clear of the cave in, a hand reached for her leg, encircling it and pulling her down with him. Molly screamed, trying to find something she could hold onto, and looked up, seeing the elder Warden slumping against the wall, the extreme use of earth magic wearing him out too much to follow after the girl, she could read in his eyes guilt, and remorse.

“Oh, hell no!”

Molly paused briefly, her eyes lighting up. That voice sounded familiar. The swarthy young Hispanic skidded around Morgan and, literal gun blazing, took apart the arm that was holding Molly, shattering the bone and tearing the flesh off of it. The vampire struggling to hold on screeched in agony and finally succumbed to the earth, as the stairwell grew silent. Only a dull echo of the last screech remaining. Carlos abandoned his gun and scooped Molly up, holding her close to his chest.

“I’ve never been happier to see you.” Molly said, hugging him.

“I’ve never been happier to have more weapons than just a sword.” He smiled back, moving her out of range of any last-ditch attempts of vampires.

“While this reunion is…touching, where is Dresden?” Morgan spoke up, “We need to find him and flush out the rest of the vampires in this area before anything else can be done.”

Molly looked down, her hair falling in her face to shield her expression, and a tear, which dropped onto Carlos’ arm. “I…he’s upstairs….fourth floor, I think….He locked himself in.”

“I know Dresden is dumb, but why would he…” Morgan trailed off as realization dawned. “Oh, you can’t be serious…”

“Wait, what the hell?” Carlos looked from the slowly angering Morgan to the softly crying Molly, and put two and two together to make four. “Oh, Dios Mio…”

“Fourth floor, you said?” Morgan asked again, and Molly nodded.

“Come on, Ramirez…” Morgan said, hurrying for the hall that led to the other, stair well, as the cave in Morgan had created had destroyed the one they were staying in. Carlos looked to Molly.

“Are you alright, Molly?” Carlos said softly, , leaning heavily against the wall as if physically hurt by the blow. Molly shook her head.

“He…he can’t be turning…I…I don’t understand why it has to happen this way. There’s no escape from that, Carlos, none. And at best scenario he has to live with that hunger, that temptation, for the rest of his life…It’s not fair!”

“No, it isn’t.” Carlos murmured, still holding her. “But Harry’s a tough guy…he’s dealt with his share of temptation, I mean…” Carlos paused, and threw her a charming smile, determined to cheer her up. “If he can maintain his heterosexuality with my perfect face and body near him, then he can do anything, right?” Carlos chuckled.

Molly laughed despite herself, and kissed his cheek lightly. “You know, I knew there was a reason I liked you…” She said, brushing a bit of dust off of one of his cheeks. “You always make me smile…you always make me happy…” Molly murmured wistfully, and, even though her eyes were sad, he saw something he didn’t see before, hope.

Carlos felt himself falling faster, and, to ground himself, responded to her chaste kiss with one of his own, starting on her cheek, but landing on her lips.

Molly, the jumble of emotions that she was, let it happen, and soon enough, pushed all of her emotions into the kiss, kissing him back hard enough that he let his eyes flutter open with surprise before close again. It was a perfect kiss…if a little ill-timed.

Molly’s hands ran over his neck and then cupped his cheeks, as Carlos’ stayed gentlemanly and simply held Molly, the thumb of his right hand though massaged her tummy faintly, before they finally pulled loose, both of them panting.

“Mmm..ah…Harry needs us…”

“Mhm.” Carlos said, nodding in agreement.

“And Warden Morgan, he’ll need to know the way…” Molly said softly, stealing another kiss off of Carlos’ lips. Carlos nodded again.

“If he needs any help, we should be there, in case there’s a rough spot.” He murmured, as her hands settled on his shoulders, and pulled him in for another kiss.

“Their lips though, they hadn’t touched again, before they heard the footsteps of Morgan coming back. Carlos stopped, and, sighing, set Molly down on the ground. Molly thanked him, blushing, and stealing another kiss off of his cheek, before hurrying after Morgan.

It took Carlos a bit longer to recover, but soon enough he followed after them.

-=-A Few Days Later-=-

“So…he’s going to the Fellowship of Saint Giles to learn, and then he’s reestablishing his investigation office?” Carlos said, sipping the rich coffee, before setting it down and looking up to Molly, who seemed alight with energy, despite her efforts in the push to help clear out and rebuild the areas affected by the siege. Wearing her neon green hair back in a bun, a black tank top, denim shorts, and, as instructed by the police, boots (hers just happened to be combat boots, but whatever, she could walk, break and kick butt in them just as easily as she could in construction boots), she still looked great to Carlos.

“He says he won’t be staying long…just long enough to make sure he doesn’t get out of control. He says too much time around Susan would be…bad for his health.”

“I say as long as he gets laid, who knows, he might calm down a little.” Carlos chuckled, and Molly couldn’t help but giggle either. “Anyways, a deal’s a deal, one follow-up on Harry for some information on the siege, right?”

Molly nodded, her smile had faded for now. “Yeah, well apparently the Red Court Vampires, angered by the White Council’s lack to throw Harry to them, got enough nerve up to take down Chicago, which was rash, but, they apparently had already paid al the news teams to be mysteriously absent, and apparently, they’re all writing it off as a terrorist attack that also dealt out hallucinogenic gas that made people see things. Besides, even if a news crew had gone in there, with the amount of magic we were slinging around, there wouldn’t have been a camera left functioning. No one knows its vampires except the few human witnesses who lived through it without being bitten or killed, and the White Council and practitioners of magic. A carefully planned and stage assault to a major area without blowing their cover.”

“…those bastards”

“Just try not to think about it yet…please…” Carlos took her hand, squeezing it gently. “We have to help this city before we can start our witch….well…our vampire-hunt…Chicago will need time.” He murmured. “And we need time, before we let our emotions run away with our logic and our common sense.”

“Harry could become one of them, and you want me to not think about it?” Molly nearly shrieked, her eyes filled with anger, scary, coming from the normally laid back Carpenter. She stood to her feet, preparing to walk out on him.

“Don’t make the mistake of thinking I don’t care about him because I don’t think we should yet try to go in there all proverbial guns blazing.” He murmured, softly. “Because I do. But our resources are low, the morale is lower, and most of the practitioners and wardens strong enough to fight are injured or recovering from the amount of power they threw down in Chicago.” He murmured, standing up to meet her, about the same height as she was in the combat boots. He hugged her from behind, setting his head on her shoulder.

“I want to help Harry too, but, Harry’s getting help right now, the kind of help he needs. Afterwards, when he comes back, there will be plenty of time for kicking ass…now is a time of recovery.” Molly gave him a soft sigh, and nodded, looking up to him.

“Thank you, Carlos.”

“My pleasure, bonita.” He smiled, and was about to let go of her, before she pulled him closer.
From the novel series 'The Dresden Files' this is a bit of fluff made for one of my friends. Please, enjoy ^_^

“I never said it was time for you to let me go.” She smiled, running a hand against his arm, and looking up at him. “I still have to repay you for that kiss.”

“…Oh…” He said, smiling gently, and looking up to her. “I…ah…I see.”

“Carlos Ramirez has run out of words…” Molly giggled, turning to face him. “That alone can make a girl speechless.”

“…Well…I can think of a few things to do that don’t require any words.” Carlos mused, running a hand across the small of her back, and giving her a roguish grin. Molly gave him a smile, and kissed him again, pulling him close. This wasn’t the same sweet, pure kiss he’d gotten in the destroyed stairwell…this….this was hot….and, teasing. Carlos felt the lush swells of Molly’s chest brush against his own athletically toned one, and tried hard to suppress a moan.

“Uh…Molly…s…should we really do this in public?” Carlos asked quickly. Molly mused, a bit, kissing him again.

“Who said anyone could see us…”

Carlos gave a soft smile, and kissed back. This…this was something he could get used to.

Chapter Two here: http://museinme8.livejournal.com/7946.html#cutid1

Harlequin Romance

Fri, 11 May 2007 03:22:36 GMT

this is a harlequin romance story

of train tracks, secret songs, and stopsigns on Second.

Chapter Two

Brian watched her, stirring the mint tea before he set the spoon down and let the cup rise to his lips, the lithe redhead watching him in fascination. Brian savored the tea, and then set it down, his sky-blue eyes focusing in on her.

"So, tell me...why did you try to get yourself hit by a bus...Surely life in such a modern place as Kemp Hill, Georgia can't be all that bad." He said, smiling roguishly.

His accent oozed of the North East, the drawl lengthening the end of his words and adding a slight harshness that was still easy on the ears. She'd never really found herself so captivated before by a snowbird.

"Well...it's a long story, I suppose." Her drawl came, slow and smoky, and sultry, like all the peaches he'd come across as he had traveled down the coast. He shivered despite the heat of the day and the warmth of the tea...something about Southern girls.

"Well, we've got all the time in the world, doll...how about we start with your name?"

Her face flushed the same color as her hair, and she turned to note the interesting patterns of the table. "...Rebecca....sorry, Rebecca Ann Myers." She said, and as she looked up, her shyness was abated with a bit of a smirk, a small upturning of her lips.

"Rebecca...cute, well, my last name's Hayes, but I never really figured that important enough to make conversation out of...but now that I can stop referring to you as 'she' in my mind...maybe we can get to know each other a little better."

He downed the rest of his tea, and stood, paying with more than enough money, and helping her to her feet, as she hastened to put the glass she was drinking out of down. He was restless...and it was time to move....especially since he didn't have long here.

"Where are we going now?"

"You tell me....just somewhere where we can be alone for a little."

"...I don't know about that..." Her tone was wary, apprehensive. "I hardly know you..."

"It's far too hot to be doing any of the stuff I think you think I'll do to you...I haven't gotten quite acclimated to the weather yet..."

"Uh huh....well...I guess...." She said, her smile sweet. "I'll show you a place then..."

He grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 21:24:43 GMT

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A labor of love

Thu, 15 Feb 2007 04:58:58 GMT

Gabrielle shifted, her bag draped across her shoulder as she waited for her best friend to answer the door. She just couldn't believe how nervous she was.

What if I'm not ready to have his children...if I'm a horribly mother... Her inner doubt nagged. So, sullenly, she responded to herself. It's not like she could just magick the babies gone or anything.

The door opened, a flustered brunette stepping out and hugged the hispanic Dreconian. Gabrielle returned it, but another pain, white-hot and intense struck her. The contractions were getting closer together....she needed these little things out of her ASAP.

"Ready to become a mother darling?" Cat said, pulling her into her mansion house. Deciding like her sisters did not to have the husband present was taking its toll. She longed for Dorian, but her mind was made up. Catriona'd offered her everything she could, her house, the best care facilities and doctors, specialized for caring for people that weren't quite human. Everything she needed. She finally settled, dressing in the soft gown, and waited. She had to be ready, for it would do no good to be scared now.

She set her hand upon the caramel colored globe of her belly, perfectly round and not the bearer of a single stretch mark. Inside, were her children. Her hazel eyes fluttered closed as she breathed deeply, feeling the pain of another contraction start, closer this time.

Catriona walked into her room, sitting down at the foot of the bed. The two women sat in silence, the tension thick in the air. "What if I'm not ready."

"You are ready."

"But how do you know."

"Because, you can't be anything else. You're really strong, Gabrielle. This comes from you." She said, giving her a sisterly peck on the cheek. "Shall I call in the doctors?"

Gabrielle let out a shaky smile, and nodded. "Yeah...tell them I'm ready."

Cat rose, smiling. "Of course."

~*~

Gabrielle hated life.

"Come on darlin...just another push and the first head is right there."

"Big headed little brats." Gabrielle said, mock-sneering as she wiped the sweat from her face, and took a small breath in, out, and pushed, her eyes closing as struggled to birth her children. Apparently, Kid number one decided he wanted to stay inside. The doctor smiled, as the first cry came out, loud and strong, as he was pulled into the world, living and breathing. Gabrielle's eyes widened.

"Oh...Oh my goodness..."

One of the nurses carried the baby off, and set him aside, drying and cleaning and weighing him, as Gabrielle bit her lip As another contract hit, hard and fast, she breathed, biting her lip as she struggled to keep her breath.

The process seemed to take hours, but finally, she was down, her belly deflated, and the four prams surrounding her bed were filled with life. She bit her lip, shifting slightly, and looking down.

"Two of each!" Cat crowed, shooing the doctors and all of their equipment. The babies were healthy, strong...and pretty large, considering quadruplets. Oldest to youngest it was one of the boys, both girls, and then the last boy. Gabrielle bit her lip nervously, and took the first one in her arms, a smile on her face. Catriona sat down with the four birth certificates, and settled herself on the bedside.

Gabrielle couldn't believe how tired she felt, and yet how happy she felt. She'd created all this, protected it, nourished it...loved it. She finally felt the nagging voice in the back of her head wither and die. She was completely and totally in love.

She watched him, as he made hungry sounds and was squirming around. "You were the first...you'll be Dorian." She said softly, closing his eyes, knowing after she named them it'd be time for their first meal. She settled him in her lap, and picked up his sister. "You...you will be Catherine." She said, and Catriona got up, picking up the other girl.

"And this one?"

"...she'll be Alanai...and, and the little boy will be Alexander...we'll have to see...see whether or not..."

Catriona turned with Alexander in her arms, seeing Gabrielle holding fiercely onto Dorian and Catherine, fast asleep, and chuckled, relieving her of first born, and setting them down. Gabrielle had earned her rest, and the pleased smile on her face, Gabrielle was going to be ready for anything as soon as she woke.

Bone and Guns

Mon, 29 Jan 2007 20:07:22 GMT

Edward Bone liked guns. There was really no doubt about that. He loved the way they felt, he loved the sound they made, he loved the results that followed.

Ed stood, his dark blue eyes focused on the target in front of him. WIth a quick check for ammunition, he leveled the gun to the target, his muscular arms being able to deal with the recoil easily. "'Ere we go..." His accent lilted off of his tongue, and he closed his eyes, the comfortable feel of the CZ-75. An alarm rung out, and he began, pulling off a few shots his eyes focused on the target.

His muscles tensed as each shot ripped through his body, her eyes never leaving the target, never worrying about anything else but the feel of the metal in his hands, growing warm with the constant fire. He didn't really use protection of eye or ear any more, he noticed that once you got accustomed to a gun, you shouldn't really worry much about it malfunctioning.

Six shots later, he lowered the gun, looking at his handiwork. Six neat holes were in various places in the target. One between the eyes, one dead center to the jugular, another aimed at his heart, two neat holes where his lungs would be, and a final hole dead center of the face, where the nose would be.

He gave a small shrug, leaning against one stall of the range, fingering the gun. It was good...but he was a couple centimeters off of the last one. He se about cleaning one of his favorite guns. 'Bonny Lass' inscribed in the handle, and dismantled it, cleaning it and rubbing it down with oil, and drying it properly, before storing it back in its holster. He looked at the large rack he'd made, each slot handcrafted for each particular weapon. Each permit was delicately tucked away in the small case adjacent to the gun where a full magazine for each gun was stored. Ed hated being sloppy when it came to guns....

That really didn't transfer over much into his personality, unfortunately. Wearing only a dark grey wife beater and dark denim jeans, both stained with oil from both maintaining the car that got him, Marisela, and Katie from place to place, but also with the fine oil that he used to clean his guns with.

Whistling he closed the door to the range, soundproofed, and started into the kitchen, where Marisela was speaking quickly through the phone. Ed winced waiting for the subsequent destruction of said phone.

"Yes yes, I got you, we'll be in Barrow within the week...yes, yes..." Marisela grew impatient. Every moment she lingered on the phone would be another second she'd be liable to destroying it. "Yes, we'll bring all of our tools sir. Thanks..."

As Katie popped in, the phone fizzed and the line went dead. Marisela only growled, throwing the phone on the ground. "Este tecnologia es estupida..." She muttered, nudging the faulty device with her foot.

"I just fixed that, 'Sela." Ed said goodheartedly, picking up the phone. "Where in all the green of the Earth is Barrow anyways?"

"Barrow's in Alaska." Katie said easily. Wearing bright pink and purple, the smaller teen tried her best to stand out from the crowd when not working. Her shoulder length mousy brown hair was currently up in pig tails, pink ribbon falling all over the place.

"Yes...Barrow is in Alaska...they've got some haunts that we can get paid a nice sum for."

"Ey?" Ed said ,looking at the dossier that she'd constructed. "When do we leave?"

"I got us first class tickets for tomorrow morning, bright and early at 6." The blond Scotsman groaned.

"Selaaa..."

"Shush. You'd better be glad I'm GETTING on a plane...we remember what happened the last time I tried it..."

Katie shivered. They'd nearly gotten the plane crashed before Mari could work out a levitating spell. Fortunately, this time, she'd made a salve to temporarily suppress her powers, and, therefore, the Mojo Effect, as Ed had coined it.

Ed nodded grudgingly, and went to pick which guns he was taking with him. He absolutely HATED flying...

Ed hurried down stairs, and started fingering guns....

At least he had his Bonny Lass...and grumbling, he began to pack.

Ficclet with Seth and Cat

Mon, 29 Jan 2007 02:09:16 GMT

North American Beauty: Marilyn Monroe -- Beige Theme
European Beauty: Monica Bellucci -- Green Theme
Asian Beauty: Zhang Zi-Yi -- Blue Theme
African Beauty: Liya Kedebe -- Pink Theme
South American Beauty: ?
Australian Beauty: ?
Antarctic Beauty: Penguin

-*-

"Seth!!" Tropin's eyes rolled as he pulled the car out of drive, letting his head rest against the seat. So close...He watched his freedom slipping away like the sands of time as the blonde walked closer, the subtle sway of her hips alluring and brain melting within a few minutes.

Catriona, sitting passenger in the Ferrari, tried her best not to gag. "Flavor d'jour?" She asked sweetly.

"Shut up, Cat." He hissed, looking up, and giving a charming smile to the blonde, who leaned slightly into the car.

"Hey Seth."

"Alicia, how are you?"

He was sinking, and he knew it. Seth put the car in park, slipped out of the car, and kissed her, with just enough force, just enough passion to make her beg silently for more, with her touch...with her body. He pulled away before he let himself dive in too deep.

"Hi...mmm...I'm fine...I was just wondering if you'd like to go out to dinner tonight?"

Seth looked to his sister, who was vehemently shaking her head, and sighed. "I can't, dear...I've got some affairs to take care of at the house...but..."

Cat groaned. Here it comes...

"If you'd like to come to the manor? I'm quite sure you can get your...appetite sated." Another groan from Cat, and he thumped the car, sending small sparks to Cat and making her gasp. Alicia gave a soft mewl. "If you'd join us?"

"Of course!" She said, smiling, and kissing him on the cheek. Seth gave a soft growl.

"Wear something tight..." He whispered, letting a hand slip down her waist. "Someone will be there to pick you up at 8." He smiled, and slipped back into the car, smooth as silk.

Alicia nodded, smiling, and began to walk away.

And Seth was still trapped, watching her move, that was enough for him...Deeply tanned skin, honey blond hair...epitome of beauty and the perfect cu-"Are we done? Can we go? Look any harder, and your eyes may melt out of your head."

Seth rolled his eyes, and looked to Cat. "Alright...Alright." He said. Before the comfortable roar of the engine sounded, a male voice was heard over it. Catriona looked over, seeing a brunet walk up, his dark brown hair falling into his face.

"Catriona!" He smirked, heading over.

"You want to be the pot, or the kettle?" He chuckled. Catriona simply smirked, waving him over. "Let the games begin, bro."

Wed, 24 Jan 2007 04:59:47 GMT

When I was, a young boy
My father, took me into the city
To see a marching band.

He said "Son, when you grow up,Would you be
The savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned."

He said "Will you defeat them, your demons
And all the non-believers, the plans that they have made?"

"Because one day, I'll leave you
A phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join the Black Parade

When I was a young boy, my father
took me into the city, to see a marching band

He said "Son when, you grow up, will you be
the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned!"

I'm back ^_^

Fluff stuff.

Sat, 24 Dec 2005 11:16:01 GMT

Happy holidays everyone. Merry Christmas to all you Christians and people who like presents, and Happy Hanukah to all my jewish friends and Happy Kwanzaa to any of my friends who celebrate Kwanzaa and I wish everyone a Happy New Year and a safe winter break ^_^. I shall celebrate here with some fluff between one of my chara's and one of Puck's charas from an RP we do.

Water.

One of the substances that you cannot do without.

Come on...move dammit...

Everywhere arounds us, 75% of the Earth's surface is covered with the stuff. It's a tad wet, but you get used to that. His washed out blue eyes focused on the puddle sitting in front of him.

Please move? Come on...little wave. Something! He was staring at it with intent eyes, as his hand was gripped around the small blue coin sitting in his hand, a kanji inscribed on it that meant water, although, at the moment, he couldn't concentrate. He could make a tsunami with his bare hands, but heaven forbid he fall in love. He couldn't make a puddle move.

The slightly lanky seventeen year old was standing on a dirt road to the side of their little home, and at the moment, the only thing he could think about was her. Little Lyra...who'd done quite a lot of growing up in the last few years. He ran a hand through his shaggy dark black hair, so black it was nearly blue, and stared hard again at the puddle, almost daring it to defy him. He sighed a bit, dejected, and slipped to the floor, lying back and staring up at the sky.

She walked up to him this morning....as calm and collected as she normally was, and kissed him. Full and flush on his trembling lips. His eyes widened, and for a moment he couldn't regain his balance, he nearly fell over as she pulled away, looking up to him with those piercing eyes of hers, and nearly not having to say the words he could already tell would come out.

"I've loved you...I've loved you for a long time Aaron. We'll need to talk later." And with that she turned on her heel, pretty as could be, and walked off, leaving him and Jakob completely speechless, which was amazing, because Jakob NEVER shut up. He however....it'd taken him nearly an hour to remember how to talk, much less come up with words to say.

And now, he was here, staring at a puddle and waiting for Lyra, the goddess of light, and trying to figure out the words.

How on earth could he possibly tell her all the things trapped inside of his stupid head? He didn't know...he didn't know what on earth he was going to say. Easily he let his fingers run through the slightly damp grass he was lying on, revelling in the coolness of it, even as his skin was flushed and hot and slightly feverish. His mother had told him, before he'd been away all this time, that love completely messes you up. And you feel like you're dying. He felt it; his heart had been doing this funny flippy thing all day that was decidedly Not Normal. And now, he was sweating...his stomach was in knots and it felt like he was going to pass out the moment the girl came his way.

He shook his head, getting to his feet and sighing a bit, impatient for once, and ready to see her, to tell her....to find the words.

He stared at the puddle again, completely jealous of its lack of feelings. You'll never have to be in love puddle, he mocked it, but, Mr. I-refuse-to-move-even-when-I'm-told-to, you will never be in love. And THAT is the sad state of inanimation. He nearly laughed out loud, and then he heard her voice, and fell into the puddle, which appeared to be rippling in amusement.

He turned, looking up to see Lyra, a slight smile on her face as he watched her. "Aaron...what are you doing..."

Before he forgot his words, he said them, quickly and in a rush of air, he spoke softly, shaking his head. "I....Lyra, you're amazing and beautiful and intelligent, and I absolutely adore you. I've known for years that I've been attracted to you, not just physically but in ways that make me think, and you keep me calm, and you help me think of things, and you do things for me that no one else can. and I can't believe that I'm lucky enough for you to feel the same way as I do. I'm truly in love with you Lyra, and I'm sorry that I couldn't find the words before."

He said all this with his eyes shut, his heart in his throat and his stomach dropped into lower regions. Before he could hear her say anything, she kissed his forehead softly, and he opened his eyes and smiled a bit. "Never thought any advice Casey gave me would be good advice."

"...What?"

"It was a dare...the kiss," Lyra mused, watching him. "But what I said was true...I do love you Aaron...despite my forwardness, if you want to take it slow we can-"

"Lyra...I..." With that, he leaned his head up. His mouth and head had gone stupid again, and forgotten how to speak, but his heart hadn't. He kissed her softly, his eyes closing as he pulled her close, holding her gently and firmly in his nicely built arms. When he finally pulled awy, she was smiling contently, and Aaron knew that you didn't always need words to convey thoughts.

Although they helped sometimes. As he leaned back into holding her, he took another look at the puddle. Urging it softly to move, it did, splitting in two and going its separate ways. He smiled a bit, and nuzzled her shoulder softly.

Announcements and a New Beginning

Thu, 22 Dec 2005 11:44:17 GMT

Um...sorry about not writing in like forever, whatever. ANyways. With the Christmas season and new years fast approaching, I think I'm going to start taking on my lovely friend Kat's approach and writing every other day, no matter what. It's a good idea and it'll help my writing. Oh, and the background, I've already picked out my new 'beaty' by the way, for Asia, and it'll be Zhang Zi-yi. That layout should be coming soon.

But until then, gentle reader, I'm starting something old. It's been a story that's been in my head and on paper for years, and, well, I'm starting it over, cuz it was never quite right. This is going to be a section of a story called 'Beginning Journey' which is part of a series called 'The Chronicles of the Six'. It is an EXTREMELY corny name...but I've never been good at names. so if you wanna find me another one, go you, and here it is!

Leaves rustled as in the darkness people rushed towards the eternal haven for all things preternatural. The woman carrying the babe finally moved towards the front door, her companion already with a hand raised murmuring something under his breath, and pushed against the barrier. In an instant both were through. He cursed softly though...the gate was soft, barely a hindrance....this wasn't good. He pulled open the door, and she ran in quickly, where the procession had already begun.

Slightly frazzled, she pulled her hood back, revealing a shock of red hair so dark it seemed black, her green eyes just as vivid. She set the small baby girl down in a small cradle, the last one in the circle. The other six had already been filled. Around the girl's neck, was a small crystal on a leather chain. The woman knelt behind her child, pulling the necklace off of her for a moment, and putting the crystal in the center, as it flashed a brilliant white, before dimming to a gentle glow.

She knelt back on her haunches, her eyes fltitting up to the other six centered in the circle around them. Behind the six of them,w ere six others, guardians at the ready with the tools needed to stop anyone planning on coming through. All six of them had their eyes on the door, many of them with a spell conjured up in their hands.

"Are we ready to begin?" The man seated across from her now murmured, his brooding green eyes looking to the small baby in front of him. The rest nodded, and he sighed a bit, closing his eyes, as his hands began to glow. Each of them clasped hands, as the final stages began.

One of the guardians, looked out the window and growled a bit, flashing a bit of fang as he moved closer, and sighed a bit, nodding to the other guardians, and opening the door. "Seems as if we have guests." He said irritably, before turning to the circle. "Please...no rush." He said quickly, closing the door.

The man leading the spell didn't look up from the children, as with every word he spoke the the crystal glowed brighter.

"The light cast from jeweel of lore
keys have been passed to open Time's door
Six have awoken from their dormant state
And chosen to be sent through once more."

Carefully the light began to glow, as each parent place a small item in the point nearest their child, and He continued ,slipping from English into a tongue that was ancient, borrowed from a time of dark old magic that had no place where it once had. Tey were asking for trouble with it, but it was truly the only way.

As the light glowed brighter a scream was heard from the doors. None of them moved, as with each flash of light, one of the children was suddenly gone, nothing remaining of them on this plane. The man only sighed a bit.

"Volena." And in another flash, he was gone. The woman with brilliant green eyes only sighed, as the crystal had disappeared with them. They were gone....She rose to her feet when suddenly the doors were rushed. She jumped to her feet, fire blazing from herh ands as hey eyes glowed.

No more time...

Sat, 13 Aug 2005 12:00:34 GMT

this is a harlequin romance story

of train tracks, secret songs, and stopsigns on Second.

Chapter One

The sun was shining as his bus drove into town. The girl, walking across the road on the other side was closing her eyes, waiting to get hit by a car as she dawdled easily, the tears still freefalling from her eyes. She sniffed, as the bus honked loudly. It startled her out of her suicidal tendencies, and she quickly skipped over to the wrong side of the road.

She sat on the bench, shuddering slightly as she pulled her knees up to her chest. Why did this happen to me? She wondered briefly, her mind thinking in images of red and pain...somewhere in the back of her mind someone had just fallen to their death on a set of stairs.

She wished she could zoom in on that person, and figure out what awaited for them at the bottom of the steps. She sighed, opening her eyes and looking to see a pair of legs in front of her.

Sniffing lightly, her eyes traveled up to see a boy with an open heart and a concerned look upon his face. His shallow blue pools seemed to be as large as the ocean when he stared upon her. She'd find that out soon enough.

"Hello."

"...hi..." She said softly. He only smiled, and held out his hand. "Care to show me around, I'm completely lost." She raised an eyebrow, her red-rimmed eyes staring up at him incredulously.

"Who are you?"

"Brian." He said easily enough, his hand still extended. She looked at it briefly, before taking it. His hand was rough and warm. It gave her tingles before she looked up, frowning at him.

"That's it?"

"Well...I have a last name too." He said, before looking up, and pulling her down the sidewalk. "Come on...I have to get something to drink...I'm parched." He said easily. She, bewildered followed him. Who was this person who'd just walked into her, and dried her tears? With a wary smile, she followed after him, having to move faster to catch up with his long stride.

My schedule

Sun, 31 Jul 2005 23:26:13 GMT

1st Spanish III-PreIB (HL) , Postma, S
2nd Biology II-IB (SL), Weigel, C
3rd Music III-IB (HL), Dahlberg, M
4th Mathematics Studies-IB (SL), Olsen, S
5th Drafting/Illustrative Design-II (SL), Barselou, D
6th English III-IB (HL), Pinkard, J
7th American History Honors (SL), Luchauer, R

anyone else got any of these?

cross posted on stardustmemory

Mon, 18 Jul 2005 22:43:47 GMT

haha, broke mi own record

This starts a theme changing thing I'm doing

North American Beauty: Marilyn Monroe
Eurpoean Beauty: Monica Bellucci
Asian Beauty: ?
African Beauty: ?
South American Beauty: ?
Australian Beauty: ?
Antarctic Beauty: Penguin

Sat, 16 Jul 2005 10:36:53 GMT

Thank you to 'tosaytheleast' for giving me inspiration. ^_^

this is a harlequin romance story
of train tracks, secret songs, and stopsigns on Second.

Pro and Epi

The rain poured down around the two of them, as they marched down the pavement, oblivous to anyone who stood in their way. They passed by floating as if in a dream, taking casual glances at each other before continuing forward, just as determined as they were before.

They were determined not to stop until they hit the city limits. Their first time would not be in this town. They'd decided that during a long talk on a sunny afternoon when they first met, and they'd decided it again on the last night of their lives.

The headlights flashed up ahead, a lone car passing them in the dim twilight, as the both of them, soaked to the bone continued on, unperturbed.

They reached the last stop sign, seeing the edge of the side walk end and continuing onto the grass that led to the suburbs. Hand in hand they continued, down the rolling hills and towards the sea, eyes glancing at each other, emboldening them to the task they had at hand.

They would not let this town conquer them, even if it took their lives. The rain seemed to pour harder, ominous as if warning them of what was to take place. But neither man nor God could stop them if they saw fit right now. No...something much stronger than either science or nature was guiding them now.

The girl shivered and the boy chattered their teeth as they made it to the hill above and began to take off their clothes. They'd do it in front of anyone or perfectly alone if they had to. They needed to do this before they did that. It was the way of things, it was how things worked.

Closely they stood, preparing for what was about to take place.

"I love you." She said softly. A smile crossed his face as he kissed her forehead, taking the bangs and pushing them softly out of her eyes.

"Y tu." He murmured softly, and then grinned a bit. "Spanish is picking up yeah?" He smiled sadly. She only nodded a bit, kissing him on the forehead back.

Sun, 05 Jun 2005 15:55:54 GMT

Your Excellent LJ Evil Minions
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the bewitching and sexually ambiguous one that no one knows anything about	dark_puck
the scarysmart one, eerily calm even in the midst of chaos	dark_puck
the tiny, seemingly-delicate one with a deadly temper and awesome strength	fallinstarz
the pale, quiet one who turns out to be really, really scary	marcs316
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the snarky punk mercenary who's only there for the money and coz they love a good fight	vaffunculo_psh
the distant arrogant aristocrat who wants to bring down the society they were born into	charlatan


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A short piece on such things.

Sat, 07 May 2005 03:56:08 GMT

"Rio." My mother says driving randomly down some dark road in the middle of nowhere. I, half in sleep look over to her, eyebrow would be raised if I cared that much.

"What?"

"The name of the meat...it's Rio."

"...Oh..." I murmured softly, my eyelids closing as I try to get some kind of REM before I go home and waste my existance on a 17" hole.

It's past 9, so it's dark outside these days, the happy cheerful town replaced by a town that comes out when the lights come on, a smaller crowd but with more intensity, more life.

My town is dead on the inside in the daytime. It's like the 'Drive Safely' markers on the road that mark where a person got into an accident where their lives ended without them getting the memo about it.

Like one poor girl who ran into a telephone pole.

Wasn't the pole that killed her, but a garage sale sign that had left the nail that plunged into her head afterwards.

I am like my town, dead on the inside during the daytime...floating soundlessly through a state of mind and usually making out okay. At night, in the darkness, I seem to thrive, basked in a white or blue glow and surrounded by people I don't know but confide in anyways, People I'll never see but I'll cry for.

And I feel numb towards people who live two minutes away.

Welcome to Ft. Myers.

Slipped

Fri, 01 Apr 2005 15:42:25 GMT

Slipped
A. Beau

I didn't mean to drop...I didn't...

The milk slowly drowns the linoleum, sinking in on all the pseudo-cracks and crevices, mixing with the broken dreams that had been left there.

I sat, eyes closing, heart racing as I lay back, my hand finding a piece of glass and resting there, the crimson and ivory mixing even as my mind began to wander. Lucid dreams and fictitious characters pranced through my head, telling a story as the lightness overtook my body, the blood loss making my head swim in clouds of purple and pink.

I didn't mean to drop...I didn't...

I collapsed to the floor, taking a plate with it, the tinkle of glass in sharp contrast with the dull crashings of porcelain, the dull edges making large islands in the sea of pink around me.

My Lucid dreams and fictitious characters over take the island, making my mind swim to shore even as it drowned, suffocated by the loss of blood. I coughed, already feeling the sand between my toes, the smell of ocean breeze as I closed my eyes again, smiling slightly.

Maybe I did mean to drop...maybe I did...

Of Death

Sat, 26 Mar 2005 06:42:07 GMT

I entered this in a writing contest, but it was lee county...so..yeah..

damned cypress lake kids and their damned creative writing classes. It's a tad cliche, but overall I like it.

Of Death

It had always been like this…
It had always been so quiet, so peaceful…so…

Lifeless. She closed her eyes, taking a left around the corner she’d taken so many times before, and stopping the car, wiping away the distant tear she didn’t even know she’d cried, but knew would be there anyway. Taking the keys out of the ignition, she looked out on the sublime view in front of her. It was almost surreal...

A sunny day, palm trees swaying in the distance and mausoleums dotting the horizon. She sighed softly.

“Happy Birthday.” She murmured, getting up, and walking towards the grave she knew so well, weaving past the anthills, and sitting in front of one, reading the tombstone she knew so well.

Her fingers trailed across the deeply engraved words, another tear sliding down her cheek as she took the flowers out of the vase, replacing them with a fresh fake bouquet, in vivid colors of reds and oranges, topped with one, long stemmed, real, carnation. She had always loved carnation.

“So…how’ve you been?” She murmured, sniffing and chuckling at the same time. “I see you’ve made some more friends.” The woman noted, seeing the newly added tombstones and smiling. “Sure you’re keeping them company.”

“I’m glad she is…” Someone murmured behind her, a smooth baritone rolling over her. A quick shiver went down her spine as she stood up. She didn’t remember hearing a car.

She turned, going face to face with a smirk. She backed away slightly, seeing the rest of him come out. Old world features, and ice blue eyes greeted her.

“Wouldn’t want the dead to get lonely.” He mused, kneeling down next to the grave near the one the woman was visiting, and smiled, his eyes closing. “’Who was the fool, who the thief, beggar, or king. Whether rich or poor…All’s the same in death.” He murmured, rising to his full height, and looking at her, grinning.

The woman’s eyes narrowed slightly. He had a strange way of dealing with grief. “Are…are you alright?”

“Quite.” He said, and once again she backed up, another chill moving through her.

Something that had seen so lifeless had quickly become full of life, and full of death. In a quick motion he moved towards her, and smiled softly. “It will only hurt for a moment.”

She screamed, and he moved close, taking her neck in his hands with a quick, painless, sickening crack, eyes ineffectual as the lifeless body dropped to the grass below with a thud.

He walked down to her car, lighting a cigarette as he did so, and taking a long drag on it. The sticks were addicting…he’d have to quit sometime.

As he started up her car, and looked out the window, he only smiled. The body was turned in his direction, and the only thing he could see on her face was a smile, eyes closed suddenly.

“Always happiest at their last.” He murmured softly, taking the car out of park, and leaving the cemetery, smiling a bit. Maybe this time around wouldn’t be so bad...

-=-

The door to the diner opened slowly, and the teenager only sighed, shutting the register after giving the man his money and telling him to have a nice day, and receiving no response. He was used to it…this place had broken his soul. He moved over to where the dark haired man had taken a seat, and began the ritual of taking orders.

He hated it here, hated the monotony of it all, it made him sick…day in and day out…it was mindless…

Lifeless…

“Hi, welcome to Mel’s…would you like to try our specials tod-”

“How are you?” The boy blinked, looking up to him.

“Wh...huh?”

“I asked how you were, you seemed a little out of it…I’ll just have a coffee, black, please.” He looked up, and the man’s eyes struck the teenager; he’d never seen that color before.

“Uh…y...yes sir.” He murmured, nodding, and heading off to the kitchen to get the pitcher of coffee…how odd it was…someone actually cared. A slight smile lit up the kid’s face as he came back with the pitcher.

The brunette was mumbling something underneath his breath, something about beggars, as the teenager put the cup on the table and began to pour it.

The boy whose soul was broken suddenly gasped as it launched itself into its death throes. He felt a white-hot pain blanket him, and he collapsed, eyes widened, but a slight smile on his face.

“It will only hurt for a moment,” The smooth baritone crooned, leaving a fifty on the table, sliding out and leaving as people began to crowd around, and he closed the door.

-=-

“Even if we knew who this self proclaimed ‘Reaper’ was, we don’t know where he is, and he doesn’t leave any clues…we thought that since the woman had her neck broken, we would be able to collect DNA samples or fingerprints and found nothing…”

He rolled his eyes, turning the television off and running a hand through his thinning blonde hair, trying to make it look fuller in the mirror next to his entertainment center, readying himself for work.

This was probably the reason his wife (that tramp) finally left him after all those years of affairs behind his back. He sighed heavily, sliding on the suit jacket that matched the pants, grabbed his bags and headed out the door.

He hated it here, middle age, suburbia…you name his status and he was unhappy with it. He opened up the door of the car he’d bought for his wife as a last ditch attempt for their marriage to at least end nicely, and leaned back in the seat, closing his eyes, and preparing for the day.

“Good morning.” His eyes shot open, seeing the person who’d moved in next door waving slightly. “Sorry to interrupt, just wanted to let you know you’d left your front door open yesterday, and closed it for you, was everything alright?”

The man smiled a bit, nodding. “Yes, yes…thank you.” He murmured, getting out of the car for a moment. “I haven’t gotten a chance to meet you yet.”

“No, I’ve been so busy lately.” He chuckled, a smooth baritone that easily calmed the blonde’s restlessness. “Getting my affairs in order.” He looked towards him. “I don’t want you to be late for work.” He smiled. “We can talk when you get home, or over the weekend.” His ice blue eyes locked with his dull green ones, and he shivered, nodding and sliding back in his car.

He started the car, backing out of the driveway, and looking up at the man, who had waved to him as he left out of the suburbs, only remembering that he had been mouthing something…he shook his head, it wasn’t important. He chuckled softly, only wondering what the man’s name was.

When he looked up, his heart raced, and suddenly stopped, as the truck ran into the front of his car, not yet a mile from his house.

-=-
Ice blue eyes closed, a smile on his face as he went back inside of his house, closing it behind him.

He had been born with this…this uncanny sense of feeling when people were at their unhappiest…when they were ready to throw it all to the wind. He had thought he was crazy; knowing when people were ready to die…but as he moved closer to adulthood, he realized it was his duty, his purpose.

He lit up a cigarette, taking a slow drag and letting the match sizzle slightly before blowing it out. He helped people…

The girl was about to go home and overdose on pills, the boy’s parents were on the verge of nuclear meltdown and he would have been the final victim of it, the man would have only tumbled into insanity and further…he’d seen it play out, he’d shared their pain, and he didn’t want it.

As he sat inside of his house, his eyes opened, staring at the ceiling as he exhaled smoke.

All’s the same in death…

Sat, 26 Mar 2005 06:24:57 GMT

Cold

She sits, cries
tears fall down in droves
She waits, lies
tears fall from her cheeks
It freezes, flies
down from her face to the cold
It shatters, dies
down from her face to the ground
She looks, sighs
her eyes close and she begins to weep
She crashes, dies
her eyes open and they start to fade
Her heart breaks, tries
to repair what's been lost
Her heart overheats, fries
to repair is all for naught
She sits, cries
Remembers that all is for naught.

For some reason, I may get 1000 dollars for this *shrugs*

WHOO!

Mon, 31 Jan 2005 02:34:06 GMT

I think this is the fastest layout change EVER, simple and sweet, I like it ^_^