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I gots a challenge for y'all....

Okay so as you all should know, I am writing a story...it's posted in the original stories/prose forum of this guild...called straight from my notebook..... I'm a little hazy about what to do from here, what I should make my characters do, how I should have them act....

Heres my challenge:

I would like you to write me an optional chapter for my story. If you win I will give you 5,000 gold or more depending on how good the chapter is. There are some things that you have to do in the chapter though.

1. You have to bring the Tudor mansion into the story, by way of blood, easy right?
2. You have to make something happen, that will make Madison hate Dean.....
And that's it....

I will give you credit when I post it.

Oh and before you write could you please read the story so you know what's going on...there are two parts so read both please....

And Action....

In the writing forum...its called Straight From My Notebook (Something Newish) It's the one in this guild.

And you don't have to write a chapter per say, maybe like a detailed outline of what will happen or something along those lines.

((Okay, so no one's really taken the bait here and I hope I'm not too late. I'll try to make something because I'm bored and stuck on my own scenes. Sorry if it's totally not something that Madison, Dean, Andrew, or others would do.))

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 persay, 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 exhilerating compared to yours?"

I frowned and shoved a stray peice 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 exhilerating. Maybe I just want to make all of you go away forever so I can go back to my life, magical blood or not."

"Hm..." 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, afterall. 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, afterall, 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'll 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 touched 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 a creamy stucco which went well with the cherrywood 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 into 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 definately 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 incredibley 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 because of a 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 something hard 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 it."

"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 in Andrew's arms.