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 Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 8:42 pm
Okay here's one I thought I would revive...I wrote this a while ago and havent really done anything with it...maybe that will change...hope you enjoy....
I sat at my desk and read over the character description for my latest story. I always did this, made my characters before I made the story, it just always made sense to have their characteristics and mannerisms down before I started to write things. If I did not, I would start contradicting myself. One minute it would be blue eyes and the next they would be brown.
The character I was writing up now was the leading male part. My next story was going to be something along the lines of girl meets vampire, girl meets werewolf. Werewolf and vampire fall in love with girl and fight over her. Clichéd? Very much so, but it has been a while since I have written anything at all and I need to start somewhere. I was writing the vampire male now. I have always started with the vampire, it is the easiest it seems. Here is what I had so far:
Name: Dean Murphy
Age: 462 (Looks 20)
Description: Copper eyes, chocolate brown hair, 6’2”, muscles, six pack abs, weight: 220lbs.
Wears mostly black jeans with a white muscle shirt.
He has a cocky attitude, thinks he can get anything he wants. He has a short temper, can snap at you easier than a rubber band.
Harsh, but sensitive. Hates the vampire who turned him because her took away his life. Has been searching for the vampire for a while but is doubtful he will find him if he has not yet. He is starting to give up and thinks that he should just suck it up and live his new life to the fullest.
Started a business a couple hundred years ago and is still getting tons of money off of it. The business is more like an underground black market, for vampires of course.
Currently living in London, England. Owns a Tudor Mansion where he and most of his buddies live.
I looked down at the description and almost laughed, it sounded like an article in a newspaper. Whatever, nobody was ever going to see it anyway. I let my head rest against the pad of paper, it was starting to hurt. I was just thinking about taking a nap when my nose started to bleed. It was a fast flow too, before I even had a chance to move, there was blood all over my paper.
I quickly scrambled into the bathroom. I wadded up a ton of tissue paper and pressed really hard against my nose. One thing that I loved about this nosebleed was that it only lasted a minute before it stopped bleeding. I threw the old tissue in the toilet and flushed. That was when I heard a noise from the other room. It sounded like a thud.
Cautiously, I stepped out of the bathroom to my bedroom. I gasped slightly at what I saw; a man was standing at my desk, my character description in his hand. He wore a pair of black jeans and a white muscle shirt. At my noise, he sharply turned around to face me, I gasped when I saw he looked like a spitting image of my vampire, Dean.
"Where did you get this?" he asked slowly, even his voice was just how I imagined, dark, enticing, and British. I was in shock and couldn’t reply.
"Where did you get this?" he repeated, this time a little more forcefully, waving the bloody paper. I jumped, taking a step back.
"What do you mean? I wrote that," I replied quietly, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
"You wrote this? Impossible, now tell me, who is your source?" He took a step forward and I took another backwards. He smirked.
"I told you already, I wrote that. I have no source." I said. He moved so fast that I barely even saw the blur. He pushed me back against the wall and held my hands level with my head. My nose had started to bleed again, slowly this time.
"You could not have possibly written this about me because I have never told anyone this personal information before and I do not even know you. How would you know any of this? You did not write this, where did you get it?" He said coolly, staring into my eyes. I looked back and realized too late that was a mistake.
Vampires have the ability to read humans minds, or at least in my story they did. So Dean would have that ability.
"I wrote that, it's the character summary for my new story, the main vampire, Dean Murphy, is the only one I've gotten around to writing. "
"You really are telling the truth," Dean said letting his grip loosen slightly. "How did I end up here? One minute I was on my way for a massage, the next I am standing here in this room. I did feel something first, the pull of blood. I smelt it first and sniffed the air, then when I turned around, I was here."
"I got a nose bleed, maybe that’s what you smelt." I said helpfully.
"No, I would not have smelt that from my home. Wait, where are we?" he asked letting me go and looking out the window.
"Boston, Massachusetts," I replied.
"Which is where, exactly?"
"In the U.S."
"America?" He said loudly, he made me jump slightly. I remembered my bloody nose and mopped it up with a raggedy shirt that was sitting on top of my dresser. Dane turned to me once more and I quickly tried to back up, but I hit the wall and a picture of my old cat fell to the floor, the glass shattering. I sighed throwing the shirt that I had used for my nose onto the ground, on top of the mess.
"Now look what you made me do," I said while I knelt down to clean up the mess. I picked up the shirt and started to collect the glass in it. It happened really quickly but as I looked at the picture, sighing because I had gotten blood on that too, the picture started to move. The picture of my dead cat was now alive, the cat stretched quickly and then jumped toward me. I leaned back and the picture became reality, the cat landed in my lap and I gasped. I wasn’t the only one, Dean had too, but his wasn’t a frightened gasp like mine was.
"How did you do that," he asked kneeling down next to me and hesitantly touching the cat. At the touch of his fingers that cat started to purr.
"I didn’t do anything," I said, petting the cat as well.
"Wait a minute," Dean said and he picked up the picture that was blank now. "You got blood on the picture,"
"So?" I asked obviously not getting his gist.
"So, you got blood on the paper too," he said, "Obviously your blood did this."
"What are you talking about, blood just doesn’t make things come to life," I said doubtfully.
"Actually it does, and in our world people like that, like you, are called conjurers." He explained.
"But I’m not one of them, and they don’t exist in this world." I tried to explain.
"Apparently they do." He said glancing at me. "You don’t believe me, fine, let’s try this again." He stood up and scanned my bedroom, his gaze stopping at the bookshelf. He walked over to it and took down a book. Then he grabbed my letter opener off the desk. He set the book down in front of me; it was To Kill A Mockingbird. The cover of the book had a bird on it. He then grabbed my hand and stuck the letter opener to the tip of my finger. When it broke the skin he removed it and held my finger over the book. Then the same thing happened that happened to the cat picture. When the bird flew out of the cover, I panicked, and then I fainted.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 3:27 am
Wow, blood that brings pictures and characters to life? Cool idea. Potentially problematic, which makes for good reading biggrin
Great writing, too. The only grammatical thing that I noticed was--
"Now look what you made me do," I said while I kneeled down to clean up the mess.
Should be knelt. Other than that, most awesome work. I would be very interested in seeing where this story went.
(Stranger Than Fiction is one of my favorite movies, so I definitely dig the author meets character theme biggrin )
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xxdarknessxfallsxforeverx Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 8:57 pm
Thanks, I love Stranger Than Fiction too....
But I came up with this idea when I was reading a story about how this one kids blood could control people when they drank it, like the kid could control them fully and I had a thought.
That and the fact that I discovered one of my favorite books of all time, Inkheart, around this time. Both those thoughts got mixed up into one big pot and I got this....
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 8:03 pm
Chapter Two When I woke up there was a dull throbbing in my head, or was that just my head hitting against the car window? I sat up holding my head and I looked around. I was in the back of a limo; my head had been resting against the window. In the back with me, were two men, one was Dean, the other I didn’t know. He looked familiar though; he had blond hair and green eyes. He was beautiful, like Dean, and that made me suspicious. Dean turned to face me then, ending a conversation they were having. "Well, look who decided to join us. Good morning." I looked out the window to see that it was indeed the day. Only, I didn’t recognize the surroundings. I sat up a little straighter. "Where are we?" I asked a little hysteria in my voice. "We are on our way into London and then after a quick little stop for some," pause, "refreshments, we will be traveling to the outskirts, to my home." I shivered when he said refreshments, knowing he meant blood. "How did we get here?" I asked. "We flew of course, you had a very long nap," he said like something like this happened every day. "Okay, but then how did you pay for all of that, and the limo," I asked, I had a lot of questions today. "I know you didn’t find enough money in my house to pay for it." Dean smiled at me, a cocky smile. "Madison, I want you to meet an old friend of mine, Andrew Bloom. He had some money and with mine combined; we had enough to fly here that is, until we bring the rest of my world to yours. Funny thing is, you made our worlds so much alike that even our money is the same." Dean said. "Wait, how do you know him?" again more questions. "Andrew is one of my advisors and my best friend, why do you ask?" he said looking at me with a concerned look on his face. "How did Andrew get here?" Dean flashed me a look. "You brought him here, do you not remember?" He smiled slightly "I think I would remember something like that, don’t you?" "Actually you were half asleep when it happened, but I did ask, and you so graciously allowed it," his smile was huge now. "You took blood from me while I was asleep?" I shouted. "No, half asleep, remember, I did ask," he said glancing over to Andrew. They were both smiling now. "Asleep or half asleep doesn’t matter; the word sleep is still there. How dare you do this without my permission?" I was still shouting. "You did agree," He was still smiling. "You probably made me agree, you do have mind powers, and I’m not stupid. I did create you." I said I was starting to cool down; there was nothing I could do about this now. Dean flashed me his fangs, his way of saying, "Yes you did." I was quiet for a minute thinking. Andrew Bloom. That named sounded familiar. Before I could stop myself, I blurted out something. "You’re the artist right?" My question was directed at Andrew. Both men looked at me. "I am ma’am," He replied politely. "May I ask how you know?" "I created you Andrew; I created the whole world you lived in. It’s just that Dean was the only one I got around to writing down on a paper." I looked out the window at the buildings going past; we were getting closer to London. The buildings were getting bigger and there were more people appearing. "I had the whole story planned out in my head, Dean was the key. He was the beginning of it. I suppose as soon as he was written, the story started and you were created before I even knew what you were going to look like." I looked back at them and noticed for the first time a sketchpad on Andrews lap. He had turned his attention back to it and was adding little touches to it. Making little marks here and there and then erasing a little. "What are you drawing?" I asked him inclining my head to see better. Andrew looked over to Dean for permission. Dean nodded. Andrew held up the sketchpad to show me a drawing of a Mansion. It was exactly what I had imagined Deans Tudor Mansion to look like; I had no doubt what the next thing on his To Do list was now. "Do you like it, Madison?" Dean asked me about the mansion. I shrugged. "It’s okay, a bit flashy for my tastes," I glared at Dean, he was smirking. "I think you really like it, if not, why would I be living there. Now that I think of it, there just happens to be a connecting room to mine right next door. Why would that be there if you were not going to have something happen?" He looked at me while Andrew pretended not to be paying attention, but I could see a ghost of a smirk on his face. "It was all part of the story, it wasn’t meant to be real," I said sighing, he really wasn’t getting this. He moved over to my side of the limo and sat down next to me. He grabbed my hand off of my lap and started tracing the lines on the palm; it sent tingles up my arm. "If there is one thing I know about you, it is how boring your life is. Maybe this story was meant to make you feel like you were having an adventure and by doing that you used places you liked. You used places you were familiar with. You used physical features that you like." When he said that I looked up quickly and then back down, blushing. "How do you know my life is boring, I could be a really exciting person," I offered. He chuckled, placing his fingers under my chin and lifting my head to look at him. "I read your mind while you were asleep, which is probably why you were asleep so long. The most excitement you have ever had was when the seventh Harry Potter came out and you went to a party at borders." He said holding my gaze. "Okay, so maybe my life was boring, not anymore apparently," I said and pulled my hand away from him. He chuckled again and returned to his side of the limo, his eyes never leaving me. I refused to look at him, so I settled for looking out the window. We had reached the center of London, and the car was coming to a stop in front of an expensive looking hotel. "Why are we stopping?" I asked, looking at the two men now. "We need to eat," Dean said simply. "Yes, but why here? Don’t you normally stalk girls in dark alleys?" "I thought you knew everything about us?" Dean replied. "We only take blood from the rich, it tastes better." I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Andrew moved to the door and opened it. When Dean did not follow Andrew questioned him. "You go ahead, I need to have a talk with Madison," Dean replied staring down at me. I stared back at him, I was not going to back down. Andrew looked between the two of us and shrugged, he left, closing the door softly behind him. "I thought you were hungry," I said dully, my hope of escape had just faded. Maybe he read my mind. "I am, but if you think I am going to leave you by yourself, with the chance of escape, you are mistaken," he said, another smile playing on his face. "You know what, I think I’m starting to hate you more with each passing second," I said. He shook his head slowly and made a noise. "I was going to wait till later to get my dinner, but now I feel as if I have the perfect one sitting right in front of me," He said. I opened my mouth to protest but again he moved in that fast blur. In less than a second he had me pinned back against the seat and his mouth was hovering by my neck. "Do you want it to hurt? Or do you want it to feel good?" he whispered his breath falling softly on my neck, sending my senses wild. I didn’t reply, I only closed my eyes and moved my head to the side and waited for his fangs to pierce my skin. "Good? Alright then, since you are being so accommodating." He sighed, I felt as if he were disappointed. Then I felt the pressure of the tips of his fangs against my neck, slowly he sunk them into my neck and I shivered. The further his fangs dug into my skin, the better it felt and when he finally started to drink my blood, I felt like I was floating. I think a moan escaped my lips and I felt Dean smile against my neck. He pulled out a minute later, gasping and pulling up. His eyes were a bright caramel color now, something drinking blood did to him and he was looking down at me, his eyes wide. His breathing was heavy, even though he didn’t breathe. My hand went to my neck where he had bit me and I pulled it away to see how much I was bleeding. Not too much blood was flowing now and I somehow knew that it would stop in a few seconds. Vampire bites closed up quickly and if the vampire wanted to, he could make them disappear my licking the wound to make sure it healed all the way. But Dean didn’t lick my neck when he was through, he left it, a sure sign he wanted me to keep the puncture wounds. It was a type of claiming on his part, he didn’t want other vampires, when he made me bring them here, touching me. He was still staring at me though and I was starting to worry. "Why are you still staring at me?" I said, I was quickly regaining my functions. I sat up and adjusted myself. "Your blood," he said quietly, "It makes me feel stronger. Why is that?" "You’re asking me? I don’t know," I said looking away with him. Now that I was returning to normal, I was starting to feel mad that he had bit me. "I am going to have to look into that," he said. Andrew then made his reappearance in the car. He looked between the two of us again, and nodded his head at Dean. "Are you ready Sir?" came a voice from the speakers. Dean pressed a button on the door and replied. "Yes we are, now please bring us to that location on the map," Dean looked to me again, this time smiling. "Yes sir," the man, probably the driver, said. "Now onto faze one of my plans," Dean said, looking right at me. Great.
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xxdarknessxfallsxforeverx Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 7:31 pm
I'll read this A.S.A.P, hopefully i won't forget! biggrin
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 8:00 pm
I obviously liked it since I took two hours out of my time to write you a chapter! ^_^ Very nice story. Kind of like the generic vampire story turned on its head and mixed with Inkheart. There were a couple of awkward moments, but those can easily be remedied by simply going back through and reading it over again to rephrase a few things.
9.5/10
And remember to put up my chapter. xD
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xxdarknessxfallsxforeverx Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 7:40 pm
Okay this chapter was made by saritasunshine...it was part of a sort of contest and she just blew it out of the water... Chapter Three The car sped on for an hour or two, and I was beginning to feel the effects of boredom tearing at my mind. The two vampires, however, looked as proper and composed as always and the looks that they were giving me made me nervous. It wasn't a hungry look per say, but there was something in their golden eyes that caused my heart to flutter in my chest like a trapped sparrow. The locked doors, the marking, and the fact that they were interested in the mansion first all indicated one thing. I wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon. My job, my apartment, my family, my life...They were all things of the past, things that I'd likely never be able to see again. All because of a stupid story...all because of my stupid nose bleed. In my frustration, I'd momentarily forgotten that my thoughts were on display. "Stupid?" the bane of my imagination asked with a bemused expression. It was amazing how in all of his elegance, his face hardly seemed to change with his emotions. "How could my world be anything short of exhilarating compared to yours?" I frowned and shoved a stray piece of hair behind my ear. Andrew had quietly gone back to drawing, though I could see the ghost of a smirk on his lips as though he agreed. "Well maybe I don't like exhilarating. Maybe I just want to make all of you go away forever so I can go back to my life, magical blood or not." "Hmm..." He had a real talent for making every slight movement on his face say a thousand words of how he was feeling. The twitch of his lips downwards told me that he was disapproving, though almost in a mocking way. "I'm just going to have to keep a closer eye on you and your "magic" then, won't I?" A scowl crossed my face and I glanced out the darkened windows of the limo. I must have been out for more than a few hours because nothing seemed familiar. "Where are we?" I asked, though that wasn't my main concern at the moment. "Where are we going?" Dean shook his head just slightly and his smirk was back. A shock of something hot burned into my heart for just a moment before it was gone. Why did that belittling expression make me so upset? "You should already know that, Madison. You are the writer, after all. Where do you think that we would go at a time like this?" I closed my eyes, trying to capture Dean's essence from my mind. How would I know? I hadn't even fully developed him yet before this happened, after all, the most obvious choice was impossible at the moment. "Sometimes the obvious is the best answer," he probed gently. It sounded a bit like a saying out a fortune cookie. "The Tudor Mansion..." I muttered quietly. I could feel my eyebrow scrunch together in confusion. "But that doesn't even exist yet. It's not a place you can just go to. You two popped up where I was, so why do we have to go anywhere?" "That's true, but would you really want a building falling from the sky in the middle of crowded city? That would bring attention not to mention the hundreds of people who would be crushed underneath. No...We need to go somewhere that the Mansion would fit and where no one would notice. I think you understand where." An icy chill slivered down my back and I looked down with a heart heavy with guilt. Like all of my ideas, I'd really gotten into Dean's story. I'd tried to get as many details as I could about the setting. Like with all the research I'd ever done, I surfed the internet for something that I could use. There was a place outside of London that was fairly desolate and expensive. 'There,' I'd thought as I'd looked at the grassy hills, 'That's where an entire mansion of vampires could hide. That's where the mansion will be.' Looking back on it now, I shouldn't have made everything so close to reality. "How long until we get there?" I muttered without looking up. I didn't want to see the smug expression on his face. "Five, maybe ten minutes," he said carelessly before glancing at his friend. I'd forgotten about the quiet artist, but apparently vampires weren't so scatter-brained. "Are you done?" "Nearly," Andrew answered and held up the sketchbook for approval. I gasped. Everything was so life-like, so amazingly detailed. There was so much that I hadn't even thought of, but that maybe, deep inside, I'd known to be there. It was so confusing. When he received a nod of approval, he began adding a few finishing touches to the sketch. Dean seemed to be deep in thought and stared off at the wall opposite him. I sighed and glanced down at my knees, waiting for the inevitable. How many lives would be lost because of what I'd done? Vampires weren't supposed to exist in this world. Humans weren't supposed to be hunted. Sure, it looked fine and dandy as words on a page, but in real life, it was sickening, terrifying. It was all my fault... The limo stretched out to a halt and I glanced out the window again. It was so surreal to see this place in real life instead of just pictures on the internet. Long grass waved in the wind with the occasional tree spotting the landscape. The field could've gone forever, except for the line of trees far in the distance. Dean held the door open for me and I stepped out onto an unstable gravel road. Without a moment's deliberation, he grabbed the sketch from his friend and tore it out of the book. Underneath, I could see the beginnings of another picture, a person this time, but there were no details and it was unrecognizable. I sighed. Of course it wouldn't stop here. The vampire grabbed my hand again and tried to meet my gaze. I kept my eyes firmly on the rocks beneath my feet. "May I?" he asked politely and took a small knife out of his pocket. My expression remained unchanged. "Do I have a choice?" He laughed softly and pressed the blade against my palm. "You always have a choice, my dear," he answered smoothly before cutting into my hand. I winced lightly but let him take the sketch and push it against small pool of blood that had collected there. I closed my eyes. The wind picked up and blew hair across my face and eyes. Did I hear...chimes? Hesitantly, I glanced up and stood frozen with terror and awe at the building that looked as though it had been meant to be there all along. Hundreds of rust-red bricks made up the majority of the building, stretching out to both sides in huge multi-story wings. Occasionally the roof would stretch up in a triangle made of creamy stucco which went well with the cherry wood window frames. Far from being the stereotypical gothic manor, it looked modern and open. A cobble-stone path lead up to deck and the front door. Pure white roman columns supported another bit of roof over the massive porch. I couldn't help but stare at the building until the wind stung my eyes. In my head, everything had been murky and unclear. It was always changing and evolving into something different. On paper, I might've focused on one detail at a time or just said ‘And they pulled into the giant Tudor Mansion’, but seeing it without all the smoke and mirrors was almost sobering. It was there in front of me. I'd made it. For a moment, I couldn't understand why the vampires didn't share my awe, before I realized that they'd always lived here. It had just been a matter of moving it through the two worlds for them. Andrew had gone back to sketching and looked slightly bored in his efforts. Dean stood over his shoulder, his gaze hard and icy, but he nodded his approval. Out of idle curiosity, I glanced over at the paper as well. Though there still wasn't much to work with, the artist was skilled enough to bring out the most of the details, though it was still a bit fuzzy. I tilted my head and tried to recognize the man (it was definitely male). It was different to see it in a drawing or in the flesh then in my mind. In my mind I really only felt the essence of the character and the appearance changed daily. All I had was a vague list of features to work on. With that, I began citing each of the details in my head. He had dark, hungry eyes. He was tall and dark like a wraith in the night. He wore dark colors and I could see the outline of a leather jacket and a black tee-shirt. His body was muscular and toned, even more so than Dean's. I wondered how something so incredibly evil looking could come out of my mind. I wondered why they'd want to bring something like that back... And then it hit me in a cold, icy wave like I'd fallen in a snow bank. "No..." I gasped and glared up at Dean for an answer, for any kind of explanation. "You're not...I won't let you bring him into my world! He doesn't have any rules or morals! He'll kill everyone! All of this for some grudge?” Dean stiffened. I saw his knuckles turn white as his nails dug into his palms. Andrew gave me a warning look, but I went on like the idiot that I was. No matter what, I couldn't let this happen. It was my blood, and I wasn't letting him use it. "Do you think I don't know what you're doing? I know you! I made you! I made him too and I'm not bringing him here! What if he gets away? Do you really want someone like that loose on the world? Or do you not see what could happen? Are you just spiteful, or are you stupid?" In another rush of wind, my body was slammed against the limo and I heard something crack. Pain burned through my body. It was so intense, that I couldn't tell where it was coming from, but it didn't matter. I cried out in agony. A single tear snuck its way down my cheek. "You have no idea what I've gone through to try and find him," he growled into my ear. "You have no idea how much pain I've gone through to get him in my grasp. You're the answer. I need your blood." Hysterical, my voice went up an octave and was more of a whimper than anything else. "I have a choice...You said..." "Well let me fill you in on something. I'm stronger than you. I'm faster than you, and if I wanted to, you could be dead in seconds. You'll do what I want when I want." "Fine!" My vision was going fuzzy and spots of neon colors splashed across my eyes. "Just not now! Please, wait until you get the others! You'll be stronger then. Get everyone else so that he won't get away. Just wait...I'll do it. I promise..." He hesitated for a moment before letting me go and looking away. I laid there on the hard ground, still immobile from pain. Dean hissed softly and glanced at his friend. "Keep the picture somewhere safe. Start on Alex in the mean time." That seemed to be all that he could get out calmly before his face contorted and he stormed up into the house. Meanwhile, my sight was fading off to nothing. I heard a faint sigh and then someone picked me up off the sharp rocks. I passed out for the second time that day, a day filled with vampires.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 9:50 pm
Yay! *dances* ^_^ Have you got anything more started? I hope I unblocked your writer's block. Those really suck.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 6:23 pm
yup..writers block totally gone... already started on the next chapter...thanks sooooo much...
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 10:46 pm
Chapter Four I had been checking the windows for a way out when I heard the footsteps coming toward the door. I knew that wasn’t a good sign, they were coming for me and no doubt they were going to make me bleed again, either to bring another of Dean ‘friends’ or for Dean to feed. That’s what I thought, since he seemed so keen on drinking from me in the limo. I looked around the bedroom I had woken up in desperately. I hadn’t given a thought to the room, as I had imagined that this would have been the same room my female character would have woken up in. To me it was just another room; it had a bed, a closet, a fire place, and a bathroom. The other important feature, one that I wasn’t too happy to find out about, was that it was connected to another room, no doubt Dean’s. Other than that the room was too elaborate for me, just enough money put into it for Dean to be satisfied. So the footsteps had startled me, yes, but I wouldn’t let that show when they came into the room to do whatever they had planned for me. I stopped trying to open the window and moved to a more comfortable spot, the edge of the bed. I sat there staring at the door expectantly; they would not see me weak. They were going to find out they shouldn’t mess with me, especially when I had a plan up my sleeve, but I couldn’t think about that now, they would hear. My door opened and Dean walked in followed by Andrew and another guy I didn’t know, and didn’t want to know. He was tall and bulky, a bodyguard, I could tell from his stance. Dean smiled at me and I scowled back at him. “What do you want?” I asked him; of course I already knew the answer. “Your cooperation, just this once Madison, please,” Dean said soberly. “With what, what are you planning to do this time?” I asked him, suspicion written all over my face. “I want to do some experiments on your blood, but in order to do that I will need a sample. I want to take a couple vials of blood from you. This will help you too, I will not have to come to you for every little thing I need and you can rest up in this wonderful room for the day,” Dean asked and he came over and sat on the bed next to me, trying to look me in the eye. “Do whatever you want, you will anyway,” I said and looked down, away from his searching gaze. He must have motioned to one of the other guys in the room because they moved forward and wrapped a rubber rope around my arm, right above my elbow. It was strangely a very hospital-like procedure, much like the times I had given blood for the Red Cross, only they didn’t take as much. When they were done they left, all except Dean. “Why are you being like this?” He asked. “Like what? Like a foolish girl? Like a stupid, stupid girl?” I said quietly, not daring to make my voice any louder for fear of it quivering and giving him some sign of how much this was affecting me. “No, not a foolish girl, like someone beat the life out of you,” Dean said.He put his finger under my chin and lifted my face to look him in the eye. Somehow a tear had managed to leak out of my eye and he brushed it away with his free hand. “My life is gone, it’s halfway across the world, and you took that from me. So you tell me, how am I supposed to act? Like everything is okay? Like I didn’t just doom the whole human race? Tell me?” I said a bit louder, I felt like yelling though. “Your old life is gone yes, but you have a new one. One that has no limits, where you can create your own destiny, not the one that was laid out for you,” Dean said. “Oh yes, what a wonderful life that will be, bleeding every time you want something. How about when the day comes where you decided that you have everything you have ever wanted, what happens to me? Huh?” I stood and walked away from him to stare out the window to the view outside, it was quite pretty. It seemed they had brought the garden with the house. “That day will never come and I will always have a use for you, do not doubt that, you will always have a place here,” Dean said, and he was so serious about that fact, I wanted so bad to believe he was a good guy. “Is this what my life is going to amount to?” I asked holding out my hand for him to see the scar from when he had sliced my hand the other day. “Am I going to be covered in scars or needle marks just for your whims? I’m sorry but that’s not how I want to live my life.” “Scar’s can be avoided Madison, all I have to do is lick the wound after we are done with it, you know that.” Dean said smiling now. “Get out,” I said dangerously quiet. I didn’t need him mocking me at a moment like this. “Excuse me?” Dean challenged. “You heard me, I said GET OUT,” I said and pointed at the door. “You obviously don’t care about my feelings so don’t pretend. Just leave me in peace and get out.” “Alright, I can understand, you are upset. But do not think that you can talk to me like this all the time,” he moved to the door and opened it. “I will see you later for dinner. Oh and just so you know I am stationing Jacob at your door to make sure you stay secure. Pick out a nice dress for dinner, there are plenty in the closet.” He left then, shutting the door behind him. I crumbled to the floor and let my tears fall for a minute before I started getting to work on my plan. On the wall there were some books and, grimacing, I pulled out blank pages from the back of them (I hated ruining perfectly good books). Of course there were no pens or pencils in the room, Dean would have scoped that out before I even entered the house. No doubt he would be keeping all writing utensils away from me. But he had forgotten one alternative writing method. I rushed over to the fireplace, it wasn’t lit but that was good as I was after the charcoal. I pulled out a nice piece and sat down on the other side of the fireplace, and started my revenge. If I had already doomed this world, I had no problem doing what I was going to do, since it might actually help. I closed my eyes and searched my head for the image I was looking for. Name: Nathan Davis Age: 156 (Looks 25) Description: Bright Green Eyes, Black hair, 6”4’, muscles, weight: 200 lbs. Nice Guy, always plays by the rules, Alpha in his pack, loves running in his wolf form, strong. Hates the vampire race, always have since his family was killed by them, forcing him to live as a homeless person for a while. He lived in the woods and that was when he was bitten by another werewolf. That werewolf took him in and gave him a new life, give him a new family. He would do anything to protect his pack, and everyone in his pack loves him. I looked over the paper and nodded. I had gotten all the important things down and now it was time to implement my plan. The spot on my arm where they had stuck the needle was still bleeding slightly, but if I rubbed the paper on it the words would smudge and it might not come out the way I wanted it too. So the only option left was for me to reopen the cut on my hand, but how? I looked around the room and couldn’t find anything, until I looked right next to me, the fire poker. I threw the character description on the floor and then picked up the poker. Wincing I cut the same line Dean had yesterday and was rewarded with a stream of blood gushing into my hand. I held it over the paper and let it drop down. I watched in fascination as Nathan appeared. I wasn’t at all like what happened with the cat, or the bird, or even the house. Nathan faded in, like a ghost would do as it was materializing. I knew the moment he was finished because he took a step backward and tensed, unsure of what was going on. “Please don’t say anything,” I whispered, he jumped slightly at the sound of my voice and his eyes focused on me. I was holding my hand against my chest and leaning against the wall. “I need your help.” “Where am I?” he asked, equally as quiet but I could still hear his rich Irish accent. “You’re not where you should be, but I need your help, you need to help. I’ve done something terrible, and you’re the only one who can stop this,” I said, another tear escaped me. He moved toward me, I could see the concern on his face. “Who are you?” He asked, he was much closer now and I could smell him, he smelt like the forest, just as I had imagined. “Mine name is Madison, but that’s not important, we need to get out of here,” I said and went to walk around him, he grabbed me though. He took my hand in his and examined the cut. “Madison, let’s get this wound fixed up and you can tell me all that’s going on while I do that. Okay?” He asked and looked me in the eye. “Okay,” I said and I showed him to the bathroom. While he worked on my hand I gave a short rundown, not giving names or anything, just what was going on with my blood. Surprisingly he took it alright and understood everything I was saying. “Do you understand now, we need to get out of here,” I said desperately. My hand was now cleaned and wrapped in gauze he had found in the medicine cabinet. “Yes we do,” He said gravely, “Especially since your vampire is on his way to your room right now.” “How do you know?” I asked frantically looking around. “I can sense it, let’s go.” He grabbed my un-bandaged hand and brought me to the bedroom. He let go of me and grabbed a chair from beside the bed. He lifted it into the air and threw it at the window. The window shattered and the chair disappeared out of it. At that moment I heard the door to the bedroom open and there stood Dean. Nathan turned to look and froze. “You.” “You.” They both stood there staring at each other for a second before Nathan moved and grabbed me around the waist. He pulled me up and we jumped out the window. When we landed he immediately started running, not having any problem carrying me, and I watched as the house shrank away. The weird thing was Dean didn’t come after us. He stood at the window watching us, and he had an unusual expression on his face. After an hour of running, Nathan decided they weren’t following us so he stopped and put me down. “You know him?” I demanded. “Yes,” he replied as he paced the small clearing he had found. “Would you like to explain?” “Madison, he’s the vampire who killed my family.”
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xxdarknessxfallsxforeverx Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 6:06 pm
Very nice. ^^ Glad to see it's coming along so great. I'd write more critique, but I don't feel like it now. I will later.
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