Risika in Wonderland
The creation of a very, very, very, tired vampire author.
Disclaimer: You and I both know I don't own it.
Warnings: Just your basic run of the mill insanity induced fan fic.
A girl who appeared to be in her teens was standing over her bathroom sink while staring at the running water that was
being wasted. Her mind still floating in between the depths of her conciseness and the la la land that was her dream world was
wondering if she should give up and turn off the facet or hopelessly try to wash away the sleep and tiredness from her eyes.
Pushing out what appeared to be a very deep sigh she forced her hand into the freezing drowning water and wiped it over her
face. The young vampire girl was determined. She, Jessica Allodola, the greatest vampire writer that ever lived…well existed
(as her young undead fans had put it) had encountered for the first time in her existence writers bloke. And lets just say she
wasn't taking it so well.
It had been weeks of hell, well for her main squeeze Aubrey anyway, who was forced to endure her ragging frustration and
sudden violent out bursts of words that made no sense but still sounded like they came from the devil himself which were
formed from her lack of sleep and feeding. At long last, after enduring just enough psychological abuse that he could handle;
which was when Jessica who he thought was sleeping suddenly yelled out something about tea parties and Aubrey being
attached to a flaming totem poll as Jager pronounced his undying love to him in a Shakespearian sonnet; Aubrey literally ran
out of his home in New Mayhem. Poor Jessica, was left by herself in the house she and her Aubrey had shared with noting
but her laptop, a sketched picture of Aubrey and a felt tip pen (that was at the time being dragged across the picture's face
into what seemed to form a comical mustache with eyebrows and glasses to match) to comfort her.
Back to the current time, Jessica was dragging her Nightmare Before Christmas slippered feet from the bathroom to her
office (which had been Aubrey's "Why I Hate Risika" doomsday room before she made him change it). With a slightly
deranged laugh that turned into a yawn Jessica remembered how she had found a shoebox full of the contents from her
private sanctuaries past life (a.k.a her office if you weren't paying attention.), as she sat done into her cushiony black chair in
front of her innocent…cough cough, laptop. Pushing her ebony hair from her face she continued to stare at the machine as if
by holey means it would shower her with ideas. (Which we all know didn't happen…(-) ) And so the weird thoughts that
had plagued her head and tongue for the past few weeks came into the picture again her once emerald eyes fell onto the little
stuffed animal ornamenting desk. It had been a gift from one of her adoring male fans that she suspected Aubrey was still
plotting to kill, since jealousy was his middle name (A.N. this is related to one of my other stories). The bunny was innocent
looking enough; it was yellow with pink cheeks and had a goofy smile it even wore bunny slippers that were purple (think
happy tree friends).
It was then that it hit her…bunny…blonde…Risika…blonde…and with that a sudden out brake of maniacal laughs filled the
empty rooms of her home and could be heard across New Mayhem causing most of its occupants to say, "What was that
noise?"
Jessica at the moment finally inspired fell into her dream world without having the chance to write down any of her newly
formed ideas, pressing only the Z key on her laptop in the progress. But it was ok because all her stories ended up being
created out of her dreams, and she new once she was awake again the story would literally flow into her machine.
At the same time somewhere in Concord the vampire Risika burst into a series of sneezes.
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