be in the fic belong strictly to the goddess Lisa J herself.
Something I do have claim to
however in my sad little life are the characters of Amanda Liberty, Rockie
and Winter Sage! Jon
Regan belongs to a good friend of mine in Alaska, cause
well he's the inspiration for his namesake. Thorn Blackshoot belongs to
my
best friend Tara who's also the inspiration. And last,
and certainly least, Jason happens to belong to my annoying older
brother….therefore he doesn't have that big of a part
in the fic. HA!
~**~ This indicates the beginning
of a new section, however throughout the story they are songs I thought
up to describe the
next chapter or whatever ~**~
Give you a candy if you read and review!
~**~ This is the turning of a page, this is the lasting feel of new ~**~ Paul Okanfold's Trance Fixed
Amanda ignored the sensation
of being enveloped in shadows as Rockie leaned precariously over her shoulder,
intently
overseeing her work under his classic 76' Ford truck's
hood.
"So, are you done yet?" Rockie's
voice snapped from her back, his dinner plate sized hand clamped down on
her teensy shoulder
and shook her.
Amanda sighed inside the square
cavernous box of the Ford's front end, dragging the back of her hand across
her forehead to
remove the heavy damp feeling of sweat trickles. A groan
slid from her throat as she rose herself off the block engine's side panel
and
hopped backwards onto her flat feet, she was just topping
five feet and working on the two and a half inch lifted truck was a job
strictly
for tip toes and an extended waist.
She lazily slammed the open hood
shut with a metal clang, reaching behind her small frame to wrench an oil
rag from the back
pocket of her work overalls she turned towards Rockie
with a blazing grin.
"All done!" She chirped, moving her dirty hands around inside the folds of her rag.
Rockie's hand sagged down to
give her collarbone an affectionate tap with his fist, Amanda stumbled
back from the impact
slightly.
"Excellent! Shrimp, your magic
seizes to amaze me!" Then he released her shoulder and rummaged through
his own back pocket,
producing forth a thick leather wallet and then rifling
through it. "What do I owe you?"
Amanda suddenly grew mischievous,
peeking out from beneath the thick curtain of her spiky bangs and wagging
her eyebrows.
"No charge, on one condition!" She warned, raising one
of her tiny little fingers in the air.
"Name it!"
"You have to set up a date between me and Winter!" She announced, bouncing slightly on the heels of her tennis shoes.
Instantly the transformation
on Rockie's face took place, from cheerful preppie slightly doofyness to
solemn and unbelieving.
"Umm, lemme' think about it-" A short pause while he
stroked at his goatee, looking rather thoughtful. Then he jerked his eyes
back to
her from the garage ceiling to her wide ones and suddenly
looked menacing. "No."
"Why not?" Amanda whined, balling up her small fists and pounding them against her hips.
"Listen twerp, trust me when I say this, Winter wouldn't give you the time of day. Ever. You're not his- type- per say."
Amanda felt her face fall into an unfamiliar pose, utter sadness.
Rockie and Winter Sage happened
to be the amazing brotherly duo in their small hick town, the ultimate
pair of heart breakers.
Each was wanted by every female within range, they attracted
available and all ready claimed girls to them with more potency than
flames to fluttering moths.
There was a slim margin of age
difference between the two, while Winter was born in January Rockie followed
suit in September of
the same year, so in short they occupied the same classes
and same grade level.
It was a brain overload for the estrogen filled population at East High, torture in the form of perfect Apollo designed bodies.
Rockie was the smaller of the
two, only in height however as both seniors were built like fleshy diesel
trucks. Each looked like they
had been downing steroids since birth, and weight lifted
every day for a good three hours. The product was magnificent; their bodies
were temples for solid muscle and nothing more, no body
fat to speak of. Thirty-four inch biceps when flexed and arms as thick
as
Amanda's waist was wide.
Bodies to die for was the understatement of the century, she'd just leave it at that.
Rockie
also had the lighter features, from his pale caramel skin tone to his wet
sand colored hair and his marbleized cobalt
eyes. He even had a few painfully cute freckles when
you looked close enough, covering his nose and under his eyes like a raccoon
mask. His smile was the wider, a Cheshire grin with two
perfect rows of blinding white covered by a line thin upper lip and a happily
swollen shaped bottom one. His chin had a definite squared
off shape to it, and a dent in it's center as though someone had poked
their finger tip there and left a permanent mark.
Cute little farm boy, that's the analogy that always came to mind.
Winter,
was not plain like his brother. Winter was, the infamous wonder of the
world, never boring, always a dizzying
excitement.
His eyes were wickedly slanted and an untainted black, as void as the empty space between stars at night.
Amanda
knew his hair to be a deep color too, close to black if not the color itself,
but the information was a rare thing as no
one else had ever seen him with hair but her, Jason and
Rockie. He made it a definite rule to completely shave his scalp as often
as
ladies shaved their legs, it shown back in the slightest
light with the brilliance of a waxed floor. Winter was also the niftiest
tanned color,
a milked and creamed filled coffee that perfectly contrasted
with his rather pale brother.
Amanda gaped back, "I-I don't get it."
Rockie
sighed, lifting his sleek Ray Bans to massage the bridge of his nose and
squinting shut his eyes. "I have this really
weird deja vu feeling, haven't we had this conversation
before twerp?"
"Yeah,
we have. Expect the last time we did you said the reason was that I was
too young, well, now I'm seventeen going on
adult hood. And I want a freaking straight answer for
once!"
Rockie laughed then, a deep chainsaw
like rumble with a twang as he threw his head back, exposing his thick
throat with it's 3-D
Adam's Apple jutting out at an angle. "Listen kiddo,
honestly, this is no conspiracy against you! You're just not the type he'd
go for,
considering you're our best friend's kid sister!"
"Bull shit." Amanda snorted,
crossing her arms smugly over her chest and tapping a mountain foot incased
boot against the
cement floor impatiently. "Maybe I'm not his type because
he doesn't date hmm?"
"W-what do you mean?" Rockie asked, sobering and asking deeper questions with a raise of his tan caterpillar eyebrow.
Everyone knew that Rockie dated
as easily and often as he breathed, not shocking considering the flock
of adoring female fans
that lined up in the hundreds to serve the Sage brothers,
whatever their wishes may be. However, their efforts were shooed away
defiantly by Winter.
In the six years that Amanda
had known the brothers, never once had she known Winter to have any sort
of social interaction with
any girl outside of forced study groups, the occasional
pep talk between him and one of the girls on his soccer team, small instances
when he said more than five words to Amanda while she
and Jason were hanging with the brothers, or the rare female teacher he
allowed to corner him and suffer through endless congratulations
on his expected scholarships.
Winter did not date, so how the hell could he have a type?
Amanda asked so much aloud to Rockie who was tossing the Ford keys back and forth in his hands through the air.
In turn Rockie shrugged, "That's my point! He doesn't date because no one fits the requirements he sets."
"Is he...gay?"
Rockie blinked once, twice, and
then snorted and shook his head. "Moron, no, he's not he just- listen,
trust me on this. There's
just no chance that Winter would give you the time of
day, and we think of you as extended family you know, you and Jason, it'd
be all
weird. Don't worry about it, I happen to know plenty
of guys on the team that would kill to take you out."
"I'm not interested about other
guys, thanks much." Amanda snorted, snatching the flung keys in mid air
and shaking them at
his face for emphasis. "You know I've liked Winter since,
like, forever!"
"All the more reason for you
to GET OVER IT." Rockie's hand lashed out before Amanda could so much as
blink and reclaimed his
keys, and then he was inside the car snapping his seat
buckle in place and gliding from the garage.
Amanda stared after him, hands
dropping limply to her sides and a forlorn sigh finding itself through
her blue lipstick covered lips.
Rousing herself awake found her dragging her feet towards
the garage's side door, where it opened into the Liberty household kitchen.
Amanda pushed herself through the screen door with her
elbow and it slammed shut with a deafening 'whack' behind her and the throb
of it's spring followed her into the living room.
~**~ If I would praise you then
would you still call me superman? If I'm alive and well, will you be there
holdin my hand? I'll take
you by my side with my superhuman, my kryptonite ~**~
Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down
Winter could imagine his ears swiveling around at the
faint muffled sounds of the front door opening, foot steps on the stone
graphite
walkway, and then the door slamming shut.
"Hey, what took you so long?" He asked in the same unvarying deep monotone he'd developed over the years.
The arrival sighed from behind
him over the living room couch's back, dropping what Winter presumed to
be a book laden
backpack to the floor and then Rockie's form slithered
around the far arm rest and flopped into the adjacent Lay-Z boy recliner.
Rockie
nodded to himself and then flipped backwards in the chair,
stretching out the entire seat and propping his outstretched legs up, toeing
off his Rebooks and letting them fall to the wine carpet.
"Yeah, I got delayed."
Winter caught the strange note
in his brother's voice, he turned his head away from the small television
resting on the night stand
in the corner and wagged an eyebrow. "Oh? And who exactly
detoured you? Jason?"
Rockie chuckled wildly, raking
a clawed hand through his tussled ear tip length hair. "No actually, strange
enough I had the
weirdest little conversation with Amanda."
Winter fought the sudden lodge of his heart skipping, and forced down his now rapid pulse rate. "About what?"
"You."
Such a simple word sent Winter's head spinning with wild thoughts, he said as much with a stiff grimace of his slender face.
Amanda Marie Liberty was the only thing in his life that was complicated.
He woke up every morning at the
same early time, hours before his brother stirred to life, simply to dash
across town where he
held a part time position at the car wash from three
thirty till his first class of the day at East High, which this semester
happened to be
advanced psychology.
Then he herded himself down the hall like every other student to his two classes before lunch, British Literature and then Biology.
At lunch he walked to the student
parking lot to the same parking space day after day where Rockie parked
that damn antique
Ford of his, where the others would be waiting. The others
meaning the few people in the school that he could actually stand for more
than five seconds, his brother of course and the Liberty
siblings.
However one happened to have a different interest all together to him than his child hood playmate and soccer team co-captain.
Amanda was a devastating beauty,
even for night people standards. Her small petite oval face had the effect
of being over
crowded with her golf ball sized doe eyes, the kind of
eyes that showed each emotion she went through as clearly as the writing's
in a
book. Whatever ploy she might put on, you only had to
look at her eyes and instantly know what she was feeling inside. Whether
the
emerald orbs were golf ball wide with their painfully
obvious adoration for him, or fell at the ends when she was worried, he
knew every
position as well if not better than Amanda herself.
Her shoulder length hair also
displayed her personality, blue was the essential color of calmness and
ease, and she'd spent
endless years painstakingly bleaching her hair and then
dying it the perfect color of frosted sky. Honestly he'd forgotten what
color the
locks truly were, if you were to hand him a survey which's
first question was 'name Amanda's hair color' he'd put blue without hesitation.
What amazed him most of all was her devil may care attitude,
a modern day dare-devil who truly would try anything once. She lived in
the moment, no matter the possible danger or consequences.
She was the tiniest little thing Winter had ever seen outside of the fourth
grade, yet she seemed to sport bigger preverbal balls
than any of the guys he knew. And he was pretty sure with all her tom-boy
tendencies she was more man than any of them put together,
speaking about a different matter than simple gender that is.
The combination sent his head
swirling, there simply was no categorizing Amanda, she was an entirely
different breed that neither
Night World nor her human kind could hope to dissect
and understand.
Well, that wasn't true exactly.
He wanted to understand her like that, to know everything about her, and
he wouldn't hesitate to try
if the laws allowed such a thing. For now he was just
pacified with watching her untainted and classic innocence form a safe
distance, the
ever dutiful observer for everything she did, whether
she knew it or not.
"What about-or dare I ask?" Winter
gulped out playfully, clicking the mute button on the remote and leaning
forward on the couch
expectantly.
"Well, the poor little thing has it out for you bad brother man. She kept asking why you didn't date and such, a lot of questions."
Winter understood the last part,
a warning of some kind. Prying humans into night worlder affairs didn't
last long, even if they
were like family it was duty to dispose of them before
they literally dug themselves a grave with the knowledge they gained.
God, he hoped he wouldn't have to hurt her.
"I'll talk to her." Winter tinged
the word talk with the lowest note his neutral voice could muster, praying
his brother would breeze
over the subject and trust him.
Rockie smiled and nodded, "I knew you would man, good job."
Damn, I should be in drama class. You don't see acting like that outside of movies.
~**~ I am, rosemary's granddaughter, the spitting image
of my father, and when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan.
Sometimes, I'm clueless and I'm clumsy, but I've got
friends that love me! That's who I am ~**~ Who I am by some country singer
who's name escapes me (lol)
Amanda nodded her head limply to the steady rat-a-tat-tat
beat Jon was setting for her on the snares, trying to follow the rhythm
as her
fingers hovered clawed like over the six strings of her
guitar.
When Jon's drum beats settled
into a steady vibrating throb she half heartedly plucked at the selected
stings of her bass, waiting
for Thorn's metallic sounding lead guitar to kick up
the song to their usual fast paced grunge rock.
Suddenly, the cordless phone
mounted on the far wall of the Blackshoot's garage sprang to life with
a ring. Thorn's mouth flopped
closed from the lyrics she was nearly about to begin,
and her guitar trails died mid note. "Hold on just a sec guys."
Amanda's hand flopped away from
the strings and she shoved it and the other into her front pockets, letting
the bass dangle
from it's strap around her shoulder and sliding a rouge
extension wire from the amps back and forth with the tip of her Van shoe.
"Hey 'dere sugah! It's Wintah' on the phone for yeh'!" Thorn called in her stone heavy southern accent.
Amanda instantly shot to life,
swinging the bass of her shoulder to the makeshift stage made from ply
wood and then half ran
half lunged to the out stretched hand which waggled the
phone about at her tauntingly.
Thorn smirked knowingly as Amanda
forced out a quick breath before ripping the phone away and making 'shoo'
'go away'
motions with quick flicks of her hand. Thorn made a quick
fishy kiss to the air and then sauntered back to the stage where Jon was
leaning against his China top stand and looking painfully
bored.
Amanda cleared her throat, covering the receiver of course, before speaking into the square shaped device. "Hullo?"
"Hey kiddo, I was wondering what's up with you after you're done with practice."
"Um, nothing I couldn't break
with a sludge hammer." She joked playfully, fidgeting and tugging on the
hem of her hooded sweat
shirt and dancing from foot to foot with the flustered
feeling of actually getting a call from her fatal crush.
He chuckled quickly, "Seriously
though, can I stop by after you're finished? I have some...homework you
could be a really big help
on in shop class."
"No problem, we should be finished
around nine thirty. That okay with you?" Ahh, sweet relief. Amanda was
no genius, she slipped
past most of her classes on extra credit and strictly
luck, but shop class was defiantly an area she could handle. Anything that
involved
mechanical labor she could handle actually, from cars
like Rockie's Ford which frequented her garage often to a busted toaster
soon to
be fixed under the encouraging touch of her deft hands.
"That's fine, see you then, be outside okay?"
"Okay, bie."
"Buh bye." Click.
She bit her lip while smiling,
working the phone into place on it's stand and dreamily prancing back to
the practice session. Jon
and Thorn were messing around on the abandoned guitars,
plucking at strings and creating a rather well managed rendition of Twinkle
Twinkle Little Star.
Thorn's head snapped up in attention
when Amanda threw herself backwards onto the stage, resting on her back
with arms out
stretched and chest puffing in and out.
"W'hell? What'd prince charming there wh'ant?" Thorn quipped,
reaching up to sweep a rope thick chunk of mahogany colored hair
behind her ear as she looked down into Amanda's goofily
smiling face.
Jon nodded encouragingly and
smiled, the only thing he could offer on the subject since a wild dog attack
on his fourth birthday
had left his wind pipe permanently ruptured and rendered
him mute. His waist long dusty black hair fell into his cool gray eyes
as he
implored her, one hand absently twirling a drum stick
around baton style.
"Nothing special, he just wants some help with shop class homework. Poor guy doesn't know a Phillips screw driver from a wrench."
Thorn's face twisted as she fell into deep thought from the comment.
"What is it Thorn?"
"Oh, well, I'm sure it's nothing."
Thorn muttered, brushing away the subject with a toss of her head and settling
the guitar around
her mid section as she prepared to resume practice. "Ish'
just th'at, being the office assistant at sh'kool Ah pretty much know everyone's
schedules and umm...Winter don't 'ave shop class."
~**~ Baby, you make me feel like a million dollar bill.
And your cute little smile's nearly driving me wild. Yeah, I'm one lucky
dog that
just can't lose. But that's enough about me, let's talk
about you. ~**~ Let's talk about you by Aaron Tippin
His little Amanda.
Jon Regan had known for a long
time know that when he left his humble little pack of made werewolves,
he'd start his own and
lead with Amanda as his alpha mate.
He watched her now with his keen
all-seeing eyes as she recollected herself from the puddle of flustered
school girl she'd just
been, that damn Sage kid did weird things to her. Made
her act like a fickle human girl, skittish and an annoying fit of giggles
for every
handsome guy that crossed their path. Which wasn't like
her at all, she was the essence of composure and adult way beyond her years.
If there was disorganization,
by golly Amanda would take charge as a commendable leader and fix the wrongs.
If there was
unnecessary drama in a friend's life she snorted at the
unimportant problems and brushed them away like so much dirt under a rug.
If
there was work, especially the physical kind, to be done
Amanda would do it whether she had help or no.
She was the perfect mate, and they contrasted each other well.
Her with her radiating aura of
warmth and acceptance, Jon with his utter sincerity and devastating calm.
Her with her bright
features of blue and sparkling green eyes, him with his
ironed flat raven black hair and dull gray eyes. She was always sporting
stylish
wide legged blue jeans and cute little baby tee shirts,
he seemed to live in his black duster and faded camouflage pants and lace
up
regiment boots. He'd never told her as such, hell, he
couldn't. The very attack that'd transformed him into the sleek Timber
wolf form
had rendered him forever without a peep.
Jon didn't know if she thought
of him as anything more than a fellow student and band mate, but it didn't
matter. Once he was
strong enough to leave the pack and fend for himself
he'd choose her, and there would be now way to refuse his gift. He'd attack
her
like he'd once been if there were complications, then
he'd be her mentor and her only friend in the world. Wolfs were not loner
animals,
by nature they craved companionship, and he'd be more
than ready to offer her that and more.
He stared at the crown of her
skull now as she stood in front of his set and plucked at strings to follow
the beat he was setting,
nearly boring a hole into the back of her cranium with
the intensity of his stare.
What the hell are yeh' doing Jon? A husky southern voice echoed through his head.
He twisted his head around to find Thorn glaring at him with the same intensity, looking fearfully protective of her best friend.
Jon shrugged, When is it a crime to look at Amanda?
It's a crime, friend, she hissed. To look at her like that, like ya' wh'ant to rip a piece offa' her.
I would never do that to her, after all she's going to be my wife.
Says you.
Jon felt a promising growl erupt from deep within his
chest, his thin lips lifted up in a snarl while Amanda played on oblivious.
Oh yeah?
What the hell is that supposed to mean Thorn?
What's to say Winter doesn't get to her before you? Or even me? I'd love to have her as a playmate too.
You and Winter have both had your chance with her, I backed off for you and she slammed you. She's not...like that.
Like what? A lesbian? Oh, I'm her best friend, a couple of millenniums with me faithfully by her side will change her mind I'm pretty sure.
Jon felt his eyes widen, hell
there was a time when he would have ripped his own throat out for a chance
with Thorn Blackshoot.
Who just happened to be the most dangerously beautiful
lamia this side of the mountains, every guy in their right mind would love
to
see her seduction in effect. What was to stop her charm
from seeping into someone who was all ready so very close to her, like
Amanda?
Don't worry about it, I've got
ages to convince her there's nothing better than me and what I can give
her. You however have got a small
window of opportunity kid, Winter's not going to be able
to hold back much longer from her.
Jon nodded then jerked his head
away from her silky mental laughter, whatever Winter was up to it was stopping
tonight after she
was safely asleep in her home. Jon visited her many times
over the years, but tonight she would leave with him come dawn.
~**~ Girl I knew the first time,
that I seen your pretty eyes, it was gonna take a damn good line to make
a girl like you
surprised. I knew you were a woman with class, way down
to earth, I could tell by the way you let them down easy; when the other
guys
tried to flirt, and I do…~**~ Let me Know by Jon B
Every memory Winter had of the sweet little imp named Amanda was sweet, and sacred to his heart.
For instance, the first time he'd ever laid eyes on her.
It was following his first league soccer game with his future high school
team, he'd
been maybe ten at the time. On the field he'd found a
quick friend in the lanky dirty kid named Jason, with a mop of disheveled
blonde
hair covered in dirt from putting heart and soul into
the game, along with every other inch of his skinny body. He had the strangest
smile then, only one corner shot up and he was missing
more teeth than he owned then.
Afterwards when they all galloped
away to their parents Winter strayed from his father, who he distinctly
remembered was flirting
with a pretty mom and looked not to be bothered, so instead
he shadowed Jason to his family.
There, balancing like some grand
stork on one scrawny leg atop a spare soccer ball, arms waving about in
the empty arm for
stability, was Amanda. She'd been five then, her body
looking to small for her pretty cherub face.
Jason giggled at her and then
smirked while his foot lashed out and kicked the ball out from under her,
with a squeak of surprise
she dropped harshly to the ground and 'umphed' against
the cleat plodded ground.
Her older brother hugged his
gut and laughed furiously while Winter simply blinked and reached down
to heft the tiny thing up,
"Here."
She was all ready up by then, massaging the elbow that'd absorbed the impact. "I'm fine, s'anks anyways."
Winter found himself grinning
to himself, the music blaring forth from his stereo mere back ground static.
The black tar road
came at his car's fender like warp speed in the old Star
Trek re-runs he watched late at night, the partitioned lines zipping flashes
of
double yellow and spotted white.
Driving fast he found cleared his mind, and god knows he needed it clear and capable of handling what he was going to do.
Punishment for turning vermin
into a vampire was severe, the sentences ranged from imprisonment to execution.
However, his
clever little mind had figured a way around any punishment
on his part, yet would still leave Amanda belonging to his world and free
for
him to pursue in any manor the two of them could figure
out.
Winter chuckled good-humouredly,
he knew exactly what manor, Amanda happened to be a key player in every
sexual fantasy
he'd had since about the age of fifteen. But he was no
deve, he respected her and maybe even loved her and wouldn't pull anything
without consent. Though he knew damn good and well she
felt the same way, often without knowing it she projected flashes of
what-could-be's between him and her at
Winter and received them clear as a bell.
His favorite so far was the quick mental creation she had concocted of their honeymoon night someday.
Now, he was going to collect.
One summer night he'd been out
driving, most likely searching for twilight joggers to snatch a quick pint
from. However he found
himself steering expertly from memory to the Liberty
household, his Acura slipped to a stop on the street curb.
His eyes found her bedroom's
bay window on the second floor almost instantly and he stared at it for
endless centuries it seemed,
licking his lips and fidgeting in his seat as he imagined
her spilled over her bed covers and sleeping soundly.
Then a quick rustle of the bushes
brought his attention to the ground, where non other than that geeky werewolf
Goth friend of
her's darted out and then hurled himself up the distance
from the hickabus bushes and flung into the open window. Winter was worried
then, he remembered distinctly his feeling of protectiveness
and wanting to burst from the car and beat the holy shit out of that panty
raider or whatever he was up to.
Before he could talk himself
into or out of the idea the black bulky figure of Jon leapt down from the
window, and then slunk back
into the shadows with the tails of his duster trailing
behind.
The entire strange interaction
had taken place perhaps five minutes, then Winter simply drove home. It
wasn't right to worry
about what'd happened, especially to a human, he could
be killed for even wanting to do something against Jon's supposed feeding.
So
he pushed the night to the far reaches of his memory,
until the night after when he drove back to the Victorian style house around
the
same time.
Midnight on the dot Jon reappeared the same fashion he had before.
Actually, every night he returned and so did Winter. It
didn't take him long to figure out what was going on, just putting two
and two
together. Apparently, Amanda's charm and captivity didn't
exclude other night worlders.
Hell, dose everyone want the poor girl's body?!
Using one hand to steer, Winter used the other to count his competition for the fair hand of miss Liberty.
Okay, of course there's that fire hydrant marker Jon. He pointed one finger into the air.
Then strangely enough there was
the lamia babe Thorn Blackshoot, who happened to be Amanda's best friend
of three years.
He'd heard rumor from reliable sources that last year
while the two were on an outdoors' fieldtrip for pys ed Thorn had tried
'stuff' on his
poor Amanda, and he'd been getting vibes for a long time
now that there was something more to their relationship than simple slumber
parties and treks through the mall....to Thorn at least.
That's two. Another finger in the air, creating a peace sign.
Rockie makes three.
He wasn't sure that front was anything to worry about,
Rockie followed the laws like a nineteenth century Puritan and would never
try
anything more than wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. He'd never
take care of her the way Winter would.
Himself, he deserved a raised finger too.
He added one finger for all the
guys he knew that would pounce on her and relive her of her clothing if
they had the chance at
school, from seniors to freshmen and guys her own age
in the junior class.
"This will be interesting." Winter mumbled to himself, sneering.
All the sexual tension that'd
been building up between the six of them for perhaps a year now was about
to go down tonight, and
at midnight he'd win the prize even if she was going
to turn out a werewolf. If he loved her as vermin, loving a mutt would
be that much
easier.
~**~ Let's sing the doom song! Doom, de, doom, de, doom, de doom ~**~ The doom song by GIR from Invader Zim (lmfao)
Amanda snickered, peering at her reflection in Thorn's amazingly hawk like eyes and fussing with her sky hair.
"So," She pirouetted, turning
this way and that and smoothing out wrinkles on her printed tee and jeans
where she found them.
"How do I look?"
Thorn's face fell slightly, her head ducked to stare at Amanda's lips. "You look beautiful, you know that baka."
Amanda smiled warmly; Thorn always
knew what to say in times like this. Even if her particular type of criticism
was a bit
unnerving, Amanda wasn't ignorant and knew well that
Thorn wanted more than a friendship between them. As much as Amanda loved
Thorn, it was hard to say no as firmly as she might to
someone else of the same sexual preference. She just didn't know if she
would
ever be that experimental, ever.
Amanda reached out testily with
her small hand towards Thorn's slumped shoulders, a honk from the street
stopped her
comforting action mid way. She jerked off the porch stairs
of Thorn's house and shakily plodded down the red brick walkway backwards,
staring into Thorn's cold and frightening eyes imploringly.
"I'll call you later?"
Thorn nodded, a red haze steadily extending out from her pupils and turning the golden eyes into an inferno of lava.
"Wish me luck?"
Thorn nodded again, "Luck."
"Tell Jon bye for me if you see
him! Laters!" Amanda waved again before twisting forwards and tramping
down to the sleek sea
green colored Acura, who's passenger side door was open
broadly and the dark interior swallowed her up quickly.
Thorn glared at the car's fading
headlights as Winter sped away, waiting for them to turn the corner before
she spun and yanked
open her front door.
"Be useful for once and tail
them, see what that asshole is up to. If anything happens to her, I'll
make a new rug from your
corpse, understand?" Thorn ordered over her shoulder
to the crouching dark figure to the side of her porch steps. She heard
the rustle of
cloths as the well hidden and undetected Jon nodded and
scampered away through the shadows in the direction the car'd gone.
Thorn slammed shut her door harshly, the sound echoing down the length of her suburban block like a gun shot.
~**~ I remember every little
thing as if it happened only yesterday, parking by the lake and there was
not another car in sight.
And I never had a girl looking any better than you did
, all the kids at school they were wishing they were me that night….and
we're
glowin like the metal on the edge of the knife! Glowin
like the metal on the edge of a knife. C'mon, hold on tight ~**~ Paradise
by
Meatloaf
Amanda gave Winter her best cheesy
smile as she clamored in his sleek little car, settling into the passenger
seat and clamping the
seat belt around her.
"Hey buu~uudy! Where to, your
place or my house? I don't think my parents are awake and Jason's home
with that new girlfriend
of his."
"Bianca." Winter mumbled, staring
intently ahead as he tried to remember the way to the secluded little spot
he'd found, with the
same Bianca in fact. He'd 'taken her home' after a beer
keger celebrating the football team's victory over Central, their rival
school in
every and all events.
She was a cheerleader and not
entirely new at the whole thing, in slurred drunkenness she'd directed
him far out of town, almost
an exact mid point between the foot of the first Rocky
Mountain peak and the endless sea of wild grass.
A little road darted quickly
off the high way and anyone else would miss it, there was no reason for
anyone else to take the road
considering there was nothing out there for a good fifty
miles. Isolation.
Amanda snapped her fingers, "Yeah! That's her! Ummm,"
her eyes darted around franticly, peering through the limo tinted windows
as
the spaces between ranch houses grew greater. "Didn't
we just pass the exit?"
"Yeah we did, Einstein."
Amanda felt the burning sensation
rise to her face as Winter's slender hand un-expectantly reached across
the manual shifter and
wrapped around her nearest one, which she'd been tapping
against her arm rest, it stilled instantly with the sweet feeling of flesh
on
flesh.
She peered over at him from beneath her rouge bangs, nibbling
on her lower lip as she intently studied Winter's slated profile against
the glow of street lamps out side few and far between.
His nose slopped gently and didn't have a true point, his chin almost seemed
to
pull down and was more squared than even his brothers.
His lips were puckered, meaning he was deep in thought as she'd learned
over
the years, and the faint sound of humming was throbbing
from the closed mouth over the low volume radio.
His opal eyes swiveled away from the road to flash her a wink, "What're ya thinking about kiddo? You can tell me."
"I was wondering…what brought
this all about? This morning I well, we, Rockie and I were talking, and
he said you'd never give me
the time of day." She said, lowering her slim and perfectly
shaped eyebrows into a straight contemplating line.
"My brothers a fucking moron."
His left hand, the one he was
using to guide the car along by, suddenly pulled towards her side of the
car and the machine's bulk
followed, sliding onto a narrow pathway off the road
that looked to have been created by wagon wheels hundreds of years ago.
They
soon found themselves covered in wild grass growing well
beyond the door handles, the only light to be found was the neon green
glow
of the dash board panel and the dimmed headlights. Winter
cruised on happily, Amanda found herself shuffling closer to his body
against her seat belt.
Once when she was ten she'd gone
horse back riding by herself for the first time in a place like this, during
summer on her Uncle
Fred's ranch in Montana. Before anyone else woke up that
day she'd gone out to the barn and saddled up her favorite horse on the
Lazy
Q's herd, a stone gray mare named Puck.
She and Puck'd run the entire
time, she'd laughed and yelled to the nothingness of the pinkening Montana
sky until she couldn't
breath and Puck needed water. It was then she decided
to turn back, there was only a slight problem, she'd gone past every last
pasture
fence or any other familiar marker.
It had been horrible, during
the two and a half days they wandered about looking for some sign of human
life Puck had run
herself down. And when the mare finally broke her leg
trying to carry Amanda across a paralysis river bed she promptly broke
a leg.
Amanda sat and cried over the mare for the next night
until near noon the rescue party found her.
The event had been more than
traumatic, the man who found her later admitted he'd never seen someone
so close to death as
she was then and kept for a good two weeks after. And
of course she still suffered, it was a constant spider tickling about in
her memory
that she'd taken Puck's life, it was her fault.
A stifled sob escaped her throat
and Winter's arms were suddenly around her holding and rocking. "Hey, shh,
it's okay! What's the
matter?"
"N-nothing." She mumbled. Great, he's finally seeing you as dating material and the first thing you do is start crying? Baka, baka, baka!
She gave her widest grin and then looked over the circle
of his arms out the windows. The car had come to a stop in a nearly perfect
circle shaped clearing, just like one of those crop circles
she saw on the local news once. It was eerily beautiful, the stars over
head could
now shine down and cast their glow since there weren't
so many grass stalks to seep through and now they and the car were illuminated
in milky white.
"It's, beautiful." She offered, turning back to him with the same grin.
He smiled soothingly, using the pose they'd been stuck
in to pull her even closer. Amanda felt their chests collide and the skin
where
each of their hearts pounded, met. The separate beats
soon enveloped each other's rhythm and they were beating to the same quick
pulse. His chin had settled on the crown of her head,
however not before he dropped a quick kiss on her hairline.
Now he was stroking her hair, smoothing it out against
her back and simultaneously reaching over his chest with his other arm
to unclick
his seat belt. Amanda felt her body quake as the snap
of his seat belt falling away brought him even closer, the sound of his
body
sliding against his chair sending shivers down her back.
"Are you comfy?" He asked, his voice a bit gruff and strained.
Amanda nodded slowly, trying to force her body under control
to no avail. Now her entire body was aching with the pound from her veins,
after wanting this for so long and it finally happening
her senses were acting as though they'd like nothing more than to make
her body
implode on itself.
A gliding sensation on her hair follicles made her realize
his head was sliding away from it's perch on her skull and lowering itself
down
to hers. She looked up wearily to meet it, and almost
gasped aloud at what she saw.
His gaze was, frightening, the kind of stare a starving
man might give a T-bone steak. His normally uneventful black eyes were
now wide
and more like a black whole than the space between stars.
The small triangles of white on either side of the black dilated pupils
were as
bright as the sun in the dim confines of the car interior.
His lips were the worst though as they slopped into a psychotic grin, a
pink
section of tongue kept sliding back and forth at intervals
over his lower lip, and either her imagination was finally getting the
better of
her or Amanda was sure they were swollen slightly.
"W-Winter?"
"It'll be fine, I…want to be gentle with you."
What an odd thing to say, especially the way he said it with his voice grossly deformed and gritty.
Now his hand was busy winding around her and unclasping
her seat belt, freeing her from the thick straps and making the space
between them nonexistent. Amanda had the flighty fear
that thy were becoming one body, she liked Winter, but hell, there was
no way
she'd want to be stuck with him forever.
~**~ Oh baby, you're the only thing in this whole world
that's pure and good and right. And wherever you are and wherever you go,
there's always gonna be some light. But I gotta get out
I gotta break it out now before the final crack of dawn. So we gotta make
the
most of our one night together, when it's over you know
we'll both be so alone ~**~ Bat out of hell by Meatloaf
Winter had spent the drive
her reading her befuddled thoughts; it was an unfair advantage his kind
had as humans couldn't
shield their thoughts.
Each one was full of nothing but want for him and what he might have in mind, driving her out to the middle of nowhere alone.
Amanda was no virgin and knew damn well what was going
on, Jason had quite literally called her out on the subject one day during
lunch at McDonald's while the four of them were taking
greedy bites from their cheeseburgers and Big Macs. Winter still admired
the way
she didn't feel ashamed of it, she proudly stated that
she'd lost it to the school's then quarterback Jared Johnson at the tender
age of
fifteen.
That came up in her mental conversation with herself as
well, and surprisingly Winter found that she'd only done that in hopes
to make
him jealous, he and Jared had a slight rivalry back then.
She'd hoped that Winter would become enraged and go head butt the doof
or
something.
No such luck princess. He mused, but now she was going to get more than she bargained for—
Then he caught her last thought, it thundered through his brain like a gun shot wound.
((Oh shit, it feels like we're becoming, like, one person! Oh man, I like Winter, but hell, there's no way I want to be stuck with him forever.))
He didn't know why that stung so badly, maybe because stuck with him forever was exactly what he had in mind.
Well, he would fix that. If he was going to take such
a chance on this, making himself happy and possibly gaining a wife, he
was going
to godamn have someone who wanted to be stuck with him
forever. And there was one definite way to do that.
He smiled encouragingly at her, then pushed forward and
met her up turned lips with a small touch. She moaned happily and then
took
it upon herself to lengthen and deepen the kiss.
Winter supported her back as she hovered below his much
larger form, her hands reaching up and tangling themselves around his thick
powerful neck. Hell, if he'd had known she was this good
of a kisser before he would've tried this stunt much earlier. She was seventeen
but was sparking Winter to life with her lip massages
with the professionalism of a master temptress.
Winter could feel the stinging sensation in his gums as
their writhing bodies contracted and pulled all over the car, the end result
left
them sprawled out over the back seats with her delicate
frame pinned beneath him. Finally after an agonizing long session of their
tongues darting and overpowering one another she had
to back off slightly for a breath, panting and shivering as Winter took
it upon
himself to continue the kisses in a more southern direction.
She giggled airily, the sound of chimes in a light summer
rain, when his butterfly kisses reached the hook where both her collar
bones
met. Then he glided back up, dragging his tongue and
swerving it about in small swirls as he went. He only went to mid neck
now,
kissing almost desperately and settling himself in for
whatever she might do once he started feeding.
He hadn't planned it like this, his goal was to just have
a cutesy little make out session and then drive her home around midnight,
where Jon would be waiting just like every night before,
using his powers he'd influence the little mute wolf boy to exchange blood
and
transform her into their kind, then in the morning he'd
be there to hold her and tell her he was there for her.
Now, as he felt the pin pricks of his canines lashing
mercilessly into his lower lip, he knew there was no chance he'd be able
to disengage
himself from her now. So, no big deal, he'd change her
into a vampire and conjure up an excuse later. He wanted a decent bride
anyway, not one that might dig through his garbage given
the chance.
A vein throbbed beneath the velvety skin of his lips, throbbing at the joint where top and bottom met and begging for a nibble.
~**~And I want, to rip his eyes out, just for looking
at you. And I want, to rip his heart out, just for hurting you, yes I do
~**~ I do by
Nickleback
Jon reared and snorted wildly through his lengthened wolf nose as he sank nearer to the darkened car.
The putrid smell of mixed saliva and a more toxic sent
from separate warm and sweaty bodies was enough to painfully burn the insides
of his sensitive nostrils, he whined slightly and then
took to pawing his nose into the field dirt to drown the sent.
After the smell of something natural was serving as an
effective barrier to anything else he whipped his head back up, ears pricking
forward and leaning towards the car's trunk to see what
he could hear.
He'd never really appreciated how sickening the sounds
of predator teeth ripping into soft silky human skin was before then, his
blazing
yellow wolf eyes dropped open in shock as the gnawing
and tearing sound was replaced with the gushing of warm crimson.
A few sounds echoed repeatedly, bouncing from one ear
to the other. The steady lapping sound of Winter feeding, a drizzling as
missed
droplets fell in a stream onto the leather seat and made
rain drop sounds, and the sound of Amanda's broken flesh, sounding
remarkably like someone had a peeled orange in their
hand and squeezed…hard.
Amanda! He yelled mentally, ad for once he was able to
express his morn with his voice. In his wolf transformation he could make
wolf
sounds, now he threw his head back against the tuff of
his rough black fur in a droning howl full of sadness.
As his short song ended Jon listened again to the car,
where the frantic sounds of someone being essentially caught in the act
turned
the car into a wildly bouncing and groaning machine instead
of a secluded place for Winter's plots.
Jon barked excitedly before backing up on his four straggly
legs and fading into the grass, the instant he was safely out of sight
the
driver's side door burst open and a mussed looking Winter
shot out.
"What the fuck! Who the hell is here?" He bellowed, not bothering to try and restrain his rage.
Jon snickered to himself at the sight of Winter's body
twisting around in a small circle wildly, as though some spirit had taken
control of
his body and was maneuvering it in quick jerky motions.
Winter's shirt was rolled up untidily against his 'six
pack' abdomens, they stood stark against the bareness of the night air
and their
perfectly formed washboard duplication heaved up and
down rapidly with his agitated breathing. His powerful tree trunk thick
arms were
lead at his sides, hands clenched together until his
knuckles were white.
His face was the best though; eyes wide and nostrils flaring
like a startled horse as his slim face swung about looking for the intruder
on
his feeding.
Well, well, well, look who got caught with his pants down…. literally.
Winter erupted a growl at Jon's haughty mental comment and the mental laughter that followed. "Regan? Is that you?"
Give the man a prize for his oh so brilliant deduction.
Jon's sarcasm was going to send Winter over the edge in
another second it seemed, now the towering beastly man was tearing around
the clearing's premises, bashing the grass aside with
his powerful arms to pear in and supposedly find Jon. He was now in full
vampire
mode, his face a healthy pale glow from the new blood
inside him and his open mouth laden with dangerous looking picket fence
like
teeth.
With every new section of grass Winter checked Jon stealthily
slunk to a patch on the exact opposite side, hunkered low to the ground
with his caved in belly gliding along on the ground and
balancing on the very tips of his padded wolf feet.
What'sa matter big boy, can't find me? Over here!
Winter threw himself to the area and dug through the grass with a kind of fury volcanoes didn't posses.
Nope, not there, maybe here?
Winter checked again, this time letting forth a mighty roar of frustration to find no Jon again.
How about—Here!
Jon gathered up his feral limbs under his slim body, his
body tense and rigged like a fleshy spring. Then he launched himself with
a
mighty push of all his strength into the air growling
and raising his lips in a terrifying snarl. Winter 'omphed' at the body
jarring impact
and the two went sprawling, bouncing up from the dirt
like martial art students and then flinging themselves back at one another
with
teeth and claws barred.
~**~ Tomorrow's another day, and I am not afraid, so bring on the rain ~**~ Bring on the Rain by Jo Dee Messina
"Ouch." Amanda told herself as she braced both hands against the leather seats below her and pushed herself up slowly.
Apparently the action had been the queue for the Riverdance
troupe in her skull to begin their finale, Amanda moaned pitifully and
dropped back to the seat and waited patiently for them
to finish.
Hurt, hurt, hurt. Her entire body, just, well, hurt.
It wasn't the sated hurt she'd had all those times before
with guys, it was a physical burn and hammer pounding on every inch of
her
body at the same time.
Then of course there was this horrible pain at her neck.
Tenderly her hand wavered out from where it was pinned
at an uncomfortable angle beneath her and shakily made its way through
the
moist heavy air to her throat. The slight touch her fingertips
gave off was enough to make her scream out in pain and jerk the hand
away to waist level.
Peeking down at them, Amanda watched as the fresh blood
trickled down the length of her deft fore fingers in winding rivulets.
The poor
lighting made the liquid appear black as oil and seemingly
as slick.
"Eww."
Well, well, aren't we articulate? She spat at herself mentally, a never before encountered hiss of cruelty in her usual soft voice.
Remember what happened baka? Prince charming…Drank. Your. Fucking. Blood.
Yeah, she remembered. The new memory brought fresh tears
to her eyes, she had not cried since that vacation in Montana so long ago.
Now they spilled over her rounded cheeks freely and dripped
into her open sobbing mouth, bitter sweet as she remembered the pain of
having her throat ripped and torn at. She watched the
discovery channel, and wasn't effected to badly when the cheetah dropped
the
gazelle and ravaged the terrified animal's velvety throat.
It has a new meaning when you were the gazelle, now doesn't it?
She'd never been more scared in her life than when Winter's
soft little kisses had transformed into the feeling of having a searing
branding iron with two edges slammed into your veins,
and the sounds of him feeding while she stared at the Acura's sloped ceiling
in
deathly shock.
Then, then something made his head come up in a hurry.
His mouth slid away from the gaping hole in her neck with a disgusting
wet
sound. Ropey saliva tinged rouge with her fresh blood
clung from the hamburger wound to his lips, the threads bowing and finally
breaking as Winter pulled away.
He speared his way out of the car, like an enraged bull
in a china shop, then slammed shut the door and left Amanda alone with
her
pain.
Left her to die.
She was dying, she still stared blankly at the ceiling
and felt the minutes tick by. It was amazing how acute her senses were
while her
body was burning itself out, better than they had ever
been before in their worst state.
She felt the puddle of blood flood down from her throat
and soak her clothing before it's cold stinging sensation filtered through
to bare
skin and gave her goose bumps, she heard besides herself
the tick of her pumping veins through the gash and the wet gushy sounds
of
more blood recycling itself back the way it'd come to
her heart as there was no longer an alternative route to her head. Then
she
counted the fading sounds of her heart bestilling itself,
and strangely enough felt the warm honey color fade from her skin to a
ghostly
white.
Her heart beats were developing at the pace of someone walking slowly when the door opened again.
A form smaller than Winter struggled through the split
between the passenger and driver seat to the back where she laid, a pair
of warm
and strong hands clasped around her shoulders and shook
with the utmost gentleness.
"Amanda? Oh god, Amada! Please Amanda!" The voice was
high pitched, like a boy going through and excruciating case of puberty,
and
very, very desperate.
She cracked open an eye then to see why Winter'd come
back, it didn't make sense then, because the voice was too soft to be his,
and
the shape was to elongated and not built enough. But
who else would be out here in the middle of nowhere?
"Jon." She mumbled, recognizing him from the long raven
hair that was hanging down around his frightened looking face and concealing
them both like a shower curtain of some kind.
"Yeah, it's me. Oh god Amanda, you're so…hurt."
Her body spazamed again against her will, bucking around
and then twisting in Jon's firm grip. She coughed, and the sputtering sound
sent more blood spilling from her mouth and around her
chin.
"No, oh my-no! Amanda here! Listen to me!"
She wanted nothing more then than to backhand him and
go to sleep, her body was just finished-done. All she wanted to do was
close
her eyes and drift off…
He half lidded eye she had peeked open fell shut, and
she zoned out. The kind of zoning you do when you fall asleep in class
without
intending to and then force yourself awake, afraid that
a classmate might hear you snore or something.
Instead the sensation that woke her was the feeling of
Jon's mouth covering her own, moving slightly as he sucked up the blood
she
was bubbling out and then turning his head to spat the
rich stuff out over the seat edge. The technique for someone removing the
poison from a snakebite.
It didn't take long for her mouth to clear up all together,
leaving her with a lingering copper taste and a cottony dryness. Either
Jon
didn't know his work was finished or this was how he
handled his panic in some perverse way, the movement between mouth and
seat
side continued.
Amanda nearly was about to put a half hearted effort into
pushing him away, the next contact of lips stopped her objection dead on
as
she tasted something strange in Jon's throat with the
taste of her own cooling blood gone.
It was not the usual copper taste of blood, this was rich
and fattening and…yummy. But it was defiantly blood, from someone else
rather
than she or Jon.
Amanda sucked at the insides of Jon's lips, his eyes locked
onto her's wide and surprised beyond all else. His captivation was enough
time for Amanda to completely clean the cavern of his
mouth from the delectable new blood, quickly he realized what she was up
to and
wrenched his head backwards.
Amanda licked lazily at the last traces of the treasure on her lips while Jon stared on horrified.
"Oh shit no Amanda, you can't have that! It's…" His face
puckered for a second, twisted into a look of passionate fury. "It's Winter's
blood."
The next few seconds went quickly, Jon was all together
flustered and uncontrollable in this new panic. With an elegant swoop of
his
clawed fingers, he turned her face harshly to the sides,
watching the wound in her neck close from the new factor of vampire blood
seeping through her. He turned her face back only to
growl at her, raising his left hand to the still hooked shaped one, and
as easily as
a teenage cutter gashed open his own wrists with the
talon like nails.
Amanda glared over the outline of the sliced wrist being
shoved against her mouth, eyes narrowing to evil slants as she watched
on
accusingly.
"I'm sorry A-Amanda!" Jon stuttered, pushing the underside
of his wrist to her mouth and forcing open her lips with the pressure.
"But I
can drowned out his blood with mine…maybe…if we get it
done quickly."
Amanda swallowed a droplet of Jon's blood, and grinned
savagely into his palm. It tasted very much like the last good stuff and
now
she'd get all she wanted.
~**~ And then you took the words right out of my mouth,
oh-it must have been while you were kissing me! You took the word right
our
of my mouth, and I swear it's true…I was just about to
say I love you ~**~ You took the words right out of my mouth by Meatloaf
Amanda gasped, ignoring the migraine completely and shooting up in the seat.
Her straying eyes knew exactly where to look, they spotlighted the floor beside the seat.
Jon's crumpled form was in a mangled position there on
the floor. His once long elegant frame bunched up in painful contorted
ways as
he covered the floor, not that he would complain anymore,
Amanda realized with a shudder. She'd killed him, sucked him dry without
a
care in the world.
A tear trickled down her face, the first in a new series
as she slowly glanced towards the front of the decay smelling Acura. The
driver's
side door was open, and she knew why.
She had been starving even as Jon's body convulsed in
her grasp it's last time, she licked her chops and simply removed herself
from
the car, walking calmly and purposely through the wild
grass to where she could smell the remains of Winter.
The new blood in her system had transferred every last detail of what'd went on while she lied there dying in the car.
Winter was lamia, which she knew now to be a born vampire.
Jon was a werewolf, courtesy of his supposed dog attack when they were
younger. The night world, oh, she knew about that too.
Everything Jon knew she knew now.
Winter and Jon had a vicious battle; she hadn't noticed
it when he'd come for her but Jon was near death himself, badly banged
up was
the understatement of the century. All in all however,
he'd defeated the powerful vampire Winter and his body was her's for the
taking.
It wasn't the fresh blood of humans that she would normally
need to subside her in the transformation, but Amanda Liberty had become
a special case. The combined force of equal vampire and
werewolf blood, the ultimate hybrid. Jon's blood following Winter's through
her
system had not eliminated the other, instead they swirled
and mixed together in a toxic blend.
She drained what was left of Winter heartily and with
a certain glee brought on by revenge, then drunken with the bloated feeling
of a
system full of all powerful blood she'd stalked back
to the car for some rest and further snacking on Jon's corpse if she became
hungry.
They all wanted me, used me in their little game of win
the prize, and would hurt me without care just to make sure I'd be theirs
forever…so why do
I feel so very bad?
Amanda bawled until her sobs became hiccups and her chest stung, then as calmly as she could she began to control herself again.
What's done is done, right?
Amanda nodded to herself meekly, tucking her legs up to
her chest and holding them with both arms. She settled her pointed chin
on
her kneecaps and began to think.
You'll never accomplish anything sitting here and feeling
sorry for yourself, this isn't Amanda at all. So get your ass up, get the
Jon out of here; you
have better senses now, wolf senses, and he is starting
to smell really bad; and go home. Thorn is a vampire, the one person you
can turn to now.
Rubbing at her tear stained red eyes with the back of her hand Amanda giggled wildly, of course Thorn is a vampire!
It made so much sense now, everything.
~**~ On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Will he offer me his mouth?
Yes.
Will he offer me his teeth?
Yes.
Will he offer me his jaws?
Yes.
Will he offer me his hunger?
Yes.
Again, will he offer me his hunger?
Yes!
Will and will he starve without me?
Yes!
And dose he love me?
Yes!
Yes.
On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Yes.
I bet you say that to all the boys ~**~
Author's rants~ Well? What'd you think? I'm dying to know!
I feel like even if I didn't write this as well as I might have (before
my
horrible case of writer's black that's been effecting
me since Christmas break) this is probably my favorite fic! It's my baby!
*Chibi Julian-san pops up from the shadows, perches on Author's shoulder*: Psh, whatever, you pulled it out of your-
I believe that's all from the peanut gallery!
Chibi Julian-san: *starts reading the fic* You need help, serious mental help.
Oh, and what about you shadow boy?! He who stalks people?
Chibi Julian-san: This Amanda chick is a lot like you,
you know, except for the line about being 'devastatingly beautiful', no
one with
freaking blue hair can be devastatingly beautiful you
freak.
*Author growls and flicks Chibi Julian-san off her shoulder
to the floor* Sorry about that folks...anyways...This is what might be
considered an introduction to my character Amanda who
I'm going to use in an upcoming fic staring the Circle Daybreak, and involving
a
special twist with Lupe from Soulmate!
By the way, Meatloaf kicks much ass.
Huzzah! Please read and review, I implore you guys! Criticism
welcome, this is not a finished effort and you the reader can make it
better! *corny alert goes off* Go on, click the neat
little submit review button! You can do it!
One question, considering how overused some ideas for
original chars are, was this one pretty original? Now my character is an
awesome
mix between werewolf and vampire! A...a werepire!
*Chibi Damon-san pops up on the opposite shoulder, kick's Author's neck*: You can't do that!
Why not? Hmm, jealous?
Chibi Damon-san: ....no one likes you anyways *disappears in a tiny poof of smoke*
Ha, I love winning battles with my shoulder angels. Notice
they both happen to be 'bad' yeah, that's the point. I'm demented and did
a
little 'get better' fic for myself when I was in the
hospital where I transformed all my favorite LJS chars into Chibies for
my enjoyment.
(for those of you who don't
know what the hell I'm talking about~ Chibies are the creation of Japanese
artists, they are familiar
chars in the form of one inch tall little people that
harass their creators)
Hmm, I might put one of those on the site if I am bored.
Bie bye!
~Latalia