Hey guys,
Lately, I've been trying to continue 'Kisses in the Dark' but it seems that I've dug myself into a hole (that's what happens when you write a story with no prior planning). So, I've decided that I'll re-write the story(this time I did plan the new KitD story) It'll still have somewhat of the old plot and also new surprises. It'll be better written and with less grammar mistakes! I'll have the first chapter up on Nov 2nd. Sorry to any of you guys that have been waiting for the new chapter, I just can't seem to find a good way to continue the story without winding you all in confusing circles. Hope you guys will check out the new story. Here's a sneak preview:
She drawled out a slow and a shaky breath, her energon pounding against her audio reception a heavy lump in her tanks. How had she let this happen? Her knees were brought up to her chest an angry growl ripping into the stuffy darkness. A shadow moved from the corner of her eye but she didn't move, didn't react. A knotting snake of anger coiled up in her stomach its venom spewing out of her mouth.
"I hate you," But did she really? One would think so her voice was calm, poised, perfected. All she had been taught was finally being put to the test, back straight, head high, serene face. The proper way of greeting ones enemy- no fear, fear is the weakness which thus corrupts a mind. She didn't move even though every fiber in her being wanted her to scream, to fight, and to destroy the owner of the hand which gripped her shoulder. The blue pool of energon moved around her as the other person shifted their weight. Her gaze would not lift from the body on the floor, a replica of her own, as if she had been staring into a mirror. Only this wasn't a reflection, the dead and void and grey body was longer, more agile, beautiful in her own intoxicating way. The room was quiet for a moment before she finally turned her hate filled gaze upwards towards a silver glowering face.
"Tragic," his words were sarcastic making her shoulders tremble with an anger she had never experienced. "The world goes on; it will not have pity on the sparkling femme who lost her mother. Get up."
She growled her little fists balling up but she did not move. Instead he moved away unfazed by the off-lined body swimming in a pool of their own energon in the middle of his throne room. Their backs faced each other as the space between them grew with each step of his; her lower jaw trembling, a swarm of words crowding her mind. Words she desired to spat at him, to cleanse her of the bottled up resentment against the silver mech with the crimson optics. Finally her mouth exploded, a volcano of exasperation spewing out.
"The world might not have pity for me but you should." Her words trailed off before she could speak any further. Why couldn't she be loved? The clicking footsteps of the mech paused.
"Why should I waste such petty emotion on an expendable child?"
"Because you're my dad," her voice was soft spoken in a broken whisper.
"I am not your father I refuse to accept such an incompetent child could be breed from my celestial spark. You will not be viewed as my daughter." he growled his words laced with heavy hurt. Her spark dropped the answer to her unspoken question answered.
EDIT: 10-31-12 Oh and for anyone that is wondering the story will keep the same name. If anyone has any other questions just leave a review or PM me. Have a Happy Halloween everyone! :)