Okay, that wasn't at all long of a wait for the next one, was it? All right, let's go on to the blanket note?

James Patterson: Wtf are you doing?

Me: Um, what does it look like? I'm changing your entire book.

James Patterson: You can't do that!

Me: There's this little thing called a disclaimer. Didn't you click on it?

James Patterson: *click*

Madi Monotone: I am not Insert Following Author's Name Here. Besides, I'm too cool for them anyways.

James Patterson: Well, I guess that's okay.

Me: Knew you'd approve!

THEMESONGS:

Welcome to My Life ~ Simple Plan

M.I.W.

1. Expecting You

KrazyWithaK: Omg, I can't believe you

Mad Ink: Breh, did I ask u 2?

KrazyWithaK: WOW

Mad Ink: Bsides, the bitch was steppin on my turf, dmanding all dis shit like im her personal scribe. Wtf? hell no!

KrazyWithaK: geez, Madi, ur so mean 2 ppl

Mad Ink: I kno :))

I leaned back on my bed, grinning from ear to ear. Ah, KrazyWithaK, a new cyberspace person who had just happened to wander upon my excellence by the strangest of mistakes.

She read my novel.

And liked it.

KrazyWithaK: And I love it :P

Mad Ink: Who doesn't…?

Ah, , one of the best writing sites to go if you want to publish a novel (that is not a fanfiction, or else people will laugh at you). It's a site that I'm proud to belong to, and I often found myself spending more and more time on here with the drag of no portals.

Yes, you heard me right.

Portals.

Specifically so, portals that can take me to different dimensions.

Per say, to a magical dimension that took me to a place called New York infested with demons and a certain golden haired half angel who fought with me, joked with me, and gave me a sword.

Here's a hint, the books start with the word 'city' and the type of sword he gave me had to have a name. An angel name. And the type is called 'seraph'.

Then – let's per say again – I went to a small town in my partial homestate of Washington where I met werewolves and vampires. This was also where I faced a problem still weighing on my shoulders. A problem with… Oh yeah, murder.

Here are some huge hints. The name of this town is after a utensil, and the vampires have a weird glitch (yes, glitch) which causes them to glisten. Also, the person that I killed has a novella entirely devoted to her.

Catching my flow?

I knew you would.

Two weeks have passed since that battle. Yeah, I guess you could call me your usual traveling assassin-slash-dimension-traveler-slash-fortune-teller.

It's okay, you can ask. Was I born this badass?

Yes, yes I was.

Did I just not realize it until now?

Psh, naw. I know how fantastic I am. You don't have to tell me.

KrazyWithaK: I have yet to find a person.

I smirked at that, and let my fingers fly across the keys of my laptop.

Mad Ink: So, there you have it.

I couldn't help but sigh at the dryness of this conversation, and how quickly it was going downhill. KrazyWithaK was great and all, she probably had about as much depth as I did. In a lighter version, but nonetheless… deep.

Music was her life, as it was for me, and she could sing well quite like myself. Yes, two Jacks of all Trades, I guess, but that's not the point.

The point was, that I was getting bored.

Bored with, let's see… Oh yeah, my dimension.

I'd been on high alert for the first week, while fighting a rather uphill battle to not let the brutal death of Bree Tanner (yes, good job for those of you who figured out I'd stepped into Eclipse) I'd inflicted upon her to wear me down. I would be checked into a psychiatric facility fo sho.

And yes, I said 'fo sho'.

I looked down at the handle of my seraph blade, propped up against my bed. It was two o'clock in the morning, so it was safe to bring it out into real light. Under the bed or stuffed into a closet hardly did it justice.

This wasn't some playing sword.

This sword had actually tasted blood.

And reveled in it.

At least I had.

And now I was ready to go back to a new world, kick some ass and get away from my family.

KrazyWithaK: So have you done anything interesting this summer?

I gnawed on my lower lip.

Did I want to tell her, as well as the entire world? Oh hell yeah, but at the same time I was on the fence about it. I hadn't even told my closest friends, why would I tell a cyber chick I'd never met? I mean, what would people do if I told them (and they believed me)? Send me off to the government to be an experiment, and then be a weapon of war?

Fuck that, I'd rather have this weight on my shoulders, come home with wounds and wear long sleeved shirts so my parents couldn't ask about my strange injuries (bruises, cuts, ect.)

Mad Ink: Oh, nothing much. You?

KrazyWithaK: Same here. OUR LIVES ARE SO BOORING!

Well, I scoffed, your life may be.

Mad Ink: Yeah, I guess.

Suddenly, I heard a sound.

Like a rip of paper…

Or the space time continuum.

I reached down and grabbed my sword, letting my laptop slide off of my stomach and onto my bed. I looked over, seeing that familiar blue swirling portal in my room.

"Oh hell yes." I grinned, and jumped up to get my clothes.

Rather not go in storm cloud pajamas, right?

But I didn't have the chance. A bright blue light shone in front of my eyes, and I cried out when I felt a ripping fire course down my spine.