Hi! It's me and today I have a shocker forr you. First of all is the shortest chapter ever which I will make up in the second chapter with extra longness. I also just wanted to say that I have some exciting-Omg I cant talk rationally like i usually do! wheee I can't take it anymore! Sugar sugar sugar sugar! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee Yay yay yay yay yay yay! Too much sugar! I went tricker treating and spray painting peoples cars! To excited! To hyper to talk-normally-about-anything! I have the biggest surprise for all my friends and readers out there! That's right! That's right! That's right! 8jumping in my chair* Dare I say it? Dare I say it? TWO FULL CHAPTERS WRITTEN AND SUBMITED AT ONCE! ON THE SAME DAY! *gasp* isn't that the most exciting thing ever? Happy Halloween! I'm so excited and I'm not sure if it's just the sugar that's making me so- omigod is that a rabbit? *drops everything and chases after the rabbit who freaks and runs* "Come back! Come back! I won't hurt you! I'm not tricking you! Tricks are for kids!"

"Anybody can destroy someone with a lie. It takes a damn clever person to destroy someone with the truth."

She sat in a chair watching the night scenery pass her by, one red high heel propped up on a set of seats facing her. There were the private compartments and the public ones. The private ones were closed off quarters and the public ones were simply long hallways that spanned the length of the railway car and was filled with rows and rows of seats, some seats facing each other.

The red eyes left the window as she observed the occasional human slumped over a chair covered with a blanket. Her musings didn't include the scenery because it had been completely familiar with her for the last day and a half: Cherry yellow wood flooring with plastic white walling and ceiling, wide three foot high windows every six inches adorning the walls, and an assortment of humans of every age, race and gender. It was the same scenery again and again on the train where the only thing that changed was the humans entering and leaving the train. Even the scenery of the window was repetitive and endlessly the same rolling hills and green landscape that left her feeling bored after more than thirty seconds of staring. Even the noises of the train were tedious with the constant CHUD CHUG CHUD CHUG CHUD that sounded as they sped through the country side and the repetitive sway back and forth of the train.

She didn't even have her master around to break the monotony of it all. It was wholly agonizing, all of it. Her master had recovered completely that night after feeding from a second human traveling alone and ever since then Rochelle barley saw her master after the few instructions given to her that were actually orders.

Her master's face was its usual pallor after having fed from the second human male, a large stocky man with plenty of blood to spare. Her master had already explained that there were no gaps in Rochelle's memory but that there had been a change of plans and that she decided she didn't want any coffins. Master stood on her own two feet completely steady and Rochelle was glad no sign of illness was present. What had made master ill in the first place?

"Master…" Rochelle was still slightly hesitant to pry, her master had such a short temper, but it was too late to back out now since her masters blood red eyes were questioningly fixed on her. "Why were you ill in the first place? What is going on? Why were you so low on blood?"

"I woke up far too early and in my haste to catch the train I made a mistake in focus while using a black portal." Rochelle looked shocked at the calm statement made by her master. Her master made… a mistake in vampire powers? That was about as possible in Rochelle's eyes as the sun going out. Her master evidently read this from her mind and smiled a small amused grin.

"To one as young as you your admiration for me had undoubtedly clouded your sense of what the reality is. I am very young, rash, inexperienced especially in comparison with the elders of my kind. I admit that I would have never made this mistake if I had been fully awake and completely in my wits but I was awake an hour before sunset and I transported us to the train station just in time to catch it." At this Rochelle was horrified. So that was what happened. But why did her master feel the need to catch THIS train at that time when they could have simply gotten the next one in a few hours. It was all the same wasn't it? Completely unperturbed in the slightest by Rochelle's shock and questions her master just continued calmly as if giving a lesson, which Rochelle realized she probably was.

"Unfortunately I did not focus properly and my body tried to split in three different directions all at once, not only requiring massive amounts of power to do but massive amounts of energy to correct myself into the desired location before even more energy was used to do the healing. All of this happened in less than a second but that was enough to drain more energy. Energy that required blood to do, blood I didn't have at the time. I was already hungry and in need of blood, the additional misuse of power nearly completely drained me. If you had not woken up at the time you did and fed me I would have died within the hour. For that I thank you. But let this be a lesson and a warning Rochelle. Never, let your attention wander while you are attempting to teleport."

Rochelle was relieved that her master was okay now but was completely terrified that her master had gotten so close to dying. "Master, why were you awake so early and feel the need to catch this train? Why did you need to teleport to the train station when we normally walk?" a idea occurred to Rochelle and her eyes narrowed as it started seeming more and more likely. "Is this about the vampire we smelled last night? Is he after us? Do you know him? What is his name? Why are we running from him?"

He master stared impassively for a minute, no expression to her face except the sharpened piercing eyes that normally sparkled with happiness, were calculatingly looked at Rochelle as if the elder woman was thinking something over. Finally master had reached a decision and like always it was the same outcome as the rest of her questions on this trip would be, Rochelle was certain. "That is none of your business. Do not leave the train for any reason. If you are being threatened then and only then you may leave the train." It was said in a warning tone that clearly said any disobedience would be punished most grievously.

With that said her master left the private compartment, her stance tense and anxious, something Rochelle would grow used to seeing in the following days, leaving Rochelle to deal with the ghoul just coming back to life on the ground. Her master started going to the back end of the train and Rochelle stared after her until she could see the tiny woman no more.

The only times she saw her master now was when the train stopped and her master would instantaneously stop and wait by Rochelle's side until they started again. Even in these frequent train stops and her master showed up, the elder woman was completely tense and her eyes flickered all over the place as if she anticipated an attack of some sort. She would hover protectively near Rochelle and spoke rarely, refusing to answer Rochelle's questions about what was going on and who was chasing them. When they started once more her master would be gone once more, like a silent wraith that had done its job. Rochelle didn't know where he master went or what she was doing but she knew better than to ask.

So now she sat here, in the dead of the night, it was eleven o'clock, with nothing to do and no one to speak with to entertain herself. She couldn't even use her vampire powers to amuse herself, like changing her hair color for kicks, because of all the humans present even if they were asleep. Her leather bottoms were now a smooth black because she had grown tired of the red. But she had kept the heels and the shirt the same. After already having fed, experienced low spirits, cheered herself up, unsuccessfully searching for her master, messing with peoples heads by making them think ghosts were speaking into their minds, braiding and unbraiding her hair and counting ceiling tiles and light fixtures Rochelle STILL had five and a half hours to kill. Rochelle was bored to tears and out of things to do. All the humans were asleep and she had no one to talk to.

She couldn't even get off of the train and get something to amuse herself with while on the train, like a book or a puzzle because of her master's order. Sleep was impossible because it wasn't even four and any avenue of entertainment she could think of, involved her missing master. In the dreary silence around her Rochelle had very few options of how to keep herself busy while on the train speeding its way to Marseilles. They had already passed Valence and the express train promised to be in Marseilles by tomorrow night. Rochelle's mind turned back to the aggravating problem which did so well to capture her attention.

If the elder was her master's creator why did her master run from him? If he was the creator why was he chasing her? Why did he even release her master from servitude? Did he release her from servitude did her master somehow steal some blood and run? Did the elder vampire want her master as a mate? What did he want with them? When will her master tell her anything? Would the mysterious elder vampire chase them all the way to baron? What was going on? Questions like these burned holes in her mind, so full of unanswered questions were she that they were like unscratched itches; constantly nagging the back of her head. Rochelle felt a twinge of unease. She knew that the vampire following them was stronger that her master was which meant they could fight all they wanted but in the end he would defeat them and do what he wanted. What did he want?

The web of questions, thoughts, intrigue and unknown which surrounded her masters past with this elder vampire she suspected to be her master's creator was a large mystery that could eat up a lot of time. Her master must have had some reason to avoid her creator, if she were running under the assumption that this was her master's former master. It still asked the question of why her master was being chased by an elder vampire. Rochelle now knew for sure they were being chased. She wasn't unintelligent. Her master had woken up and hour early despite her own need to sleep a full days rest, teleported knowingly endangering her life to get them on a train early and was now telling her to stay on the train and only leave if she felt threatened. The only reason her master would have felt the need to wake up was if the elder vampire was close by and they needed to leave in a hurry. Two different locations both very far from each other and in different directions and both time the mystery male lamia showed up seemingly seeking them.

There could have been extenuating circumstances. Like maybe her master was turned by a different vampire and was now being pursued by this one. That was an intriguing idea but not unlikely. Her master had already pursued as a potential mate by a dozen different vampires. It would be easy to imagine a second master vampire deciding he wanted what another lamia had. Her master is a beautiful vampiress, powerful, strong, composed, playful, intelligent, clever and she smelled very good. The scenario played out with various different endings and Rochelle's mind quickly had them all thought up. Her master's master dead and the second vampire relentlessly chasing her. Her masters master still alive but had to let her go because of this second vampire until a later time. In that case was that this time? Would her master run from her master? Or was this the imagined second vampire her master had run from?

Or maybe that was master's former, or current, master but her master had some reason to fear him. It made sense, even if Rochelle didn't know everything. Male vampires often created female ones to… serve certain needs no matter what the woman wanted. Maybe her master had been one of those female vampires and had managed to escape, which meant her master was on the run from an abusive male vampire who was after her. It could fit with the situation but it didn't fit with the painting she kept in the forbidden room. Morbid fascination with the man she feared? But there was a problem there with that theory. A big gaping hole in the hypothesis in fact. Her master was still a virgin. Rochelle could smell it as could any other vampire smell a beings virginal status. Had her master somehow escaped from the harem before she would be forced to join it? Rochelle shivered in fear at this possibility. She didn't want to become part of some elder vampire's nightly amusements whenever he wanted. Vampire rape was always so much worse and traumatic than anything a human could attempt.

Rochelle felt herself becoming more and more afraid and forced herself to calm down with a breath or two. It was unnecessary but it made her feel better. Human habits her master scoffed at and constantly told Rochelle to drop. Rochelle had tried but her chest always started to feel tight and uncomfortable before they started to burn and her vision blackened slightly. Her master said it was unnecessary to breathe and that it was her thinking process that held her back, that she still thought too much like a human and she wouldn't pass out from not breathing. It was only the human part her head held onto that made her think that she was going to faint from a lack of air. Rochelle knew this but it was a comfortable habit.

A human stirred restlessly and Rochelle looked up abruptly before relaxing and realizing that it wasn't a threat. Her eyes scanned the humans. Remembering her first mind control attempt was a complete success Rochelle glowed with pride. She had done it and her master had praised the fledgling with satisfaction at her accomplishment. That was marred with her master's complete absences the last few days. Rochelle felt like screaming in frustration and her situation it had been a few days since her master had ignored her questions in the basement and now she was ignoring any and all questions while they were on the train. Didn't she, Rochelle, deserve to know something f the situation? If there was danger coming wouldn't her master tell her something?

Where the hell is my master? And what is she doing?

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"Where there is love there is pain."

The wind roared passed her blonde hair, ripping past her as she peered into the blackness around her, darkness only her red eyes could see in. The swaying metal monster beneath her black booted feet didn't disturb her footing in the slightest and somehow she remained absolutely effortlessly steady footed on the train. Even when the train pitched and ran over a steep bump on a curve in the tracks she remained completely unaffected. She just stared towards the north. The chugging noise of the train was less subdued than it would be if she were inside the train. She opened her senses like she did every night since she got on the train. She couldn't sense him close. Her third eye and darker instincts were limited to twenty eight miles in one direction at the most. She sniffed the air experimentally turning to face the head of the train.

Seras was at the caboose of the train and had been studying the country side around her, feeling like they couldn't get back to Baron fast enough, using her senses to search for his black aura. Seras knew that Alucard didn't change much over the years and that he most likely was still an impatient person; bastard that he may be. If he was after her, like she was certain he was, then he might get tired of traveling by train and just decide to outrun the train, she knew he could, and catch up to her now. She refused to let herself fall into one of Alucard's games.

The asshole had known her feelings, Seras was certain of it. He had always mocked them before saying love was an illusion that it wasn't real. It had been Seras quiet war against her master; she never said anything because she had no right. She had spoken up often against him for things but in that one matter she had kept silent because she would never want to be mocked for her ideas on love and its real existence. It was her own small silent rebellion of what she was that she continued to believe in love. She accepted herself and every part of her vampire nature but that one. That small, insignificant idea that love wasn't real and that it was a fiction, she denied it with all her strength whether she wanted to or not. She couldn't stop her emotions for Alucard and she hated herself for it. It wasn't fair. He would never love her and Seras knew that… So why couldn't she stop loving him?

It should have been so easy to. After what he had said to her. After what he had done to her. It should have been so completely easy to hate him and her love for him to die. Instead she hated him for his betrayal and using her life for amusement and a the same time unceasingly loved him and desired to be with him even after the fledgling bond that would have normally confused her heart and emotions had died. Yet he had mocked her, beat her, toyed with her, screamed at her, insulted her, and made her question everything she had eve known about herself and everything around her for the past seven years that day. And still, she could not smother out that warm feeling, that desire to hold him, to touch him, to kiss him, to smell his beautiful scent, to look at his handsome face, to say those three words he disbelieved in.

Seras had long ago stopped asking why he had turned her. She had always asked him for years and he never answered. Now she doesn't need to ask. He had finally given his answer. She had been a small helpless toy for him. An amusing plaything that had engaged his childlike attentions for the better part of six and a half years and like all children the shiny new doll they got starts looking dented and old to them. Like all children they toss the toy aside into the scrap heap with all the other broken and abandoned things in search of new toys to play with. Seras wondered how many broken souls, how many others, were in the rubbish toy heap with her. How many of the abandoned and grief stricken were in this garbage mound stored in the back of Alucard's mind; the collection of lifeless hearts and bereft minds littering the unending trail that Alucard left behind him in his long unlife. How many other beings Alucard had collected and studied like a fascinating science experiment, poking and prodding emotional hot buttons to see what would happen for a laugh, and then tossed away when he was done. The hill of the broken hearted was always the most crowded and lonely, forlorn place in existence.

Now he was coming back for another bout of fun by tormenting her. He was coming to mock her for her feelings and Seras hated it. Hated him for it. Hated her own self for her inability to stop feeling this way about him. Hated how helpless she felt in the situation. Hated how she could only run and how that was the only temporary fix she could think of for her problems because sooner or later he would find her.

He was coming to stab her in the heart just to listen to her cries of anguish and emotional agony, and when she started feeling better he would twist the knife a little father. Twist the knife to watch her tears fall, ones she would try not to let him have the pleasure of seeing. Twist the knife a little more until she begged him to stop hurting her. Push and twist that painful spike until she was nothing more than that fragile, wretched, pathetic little girl she had been in her fledgling days hopelessly pining away for him. Twist until she was nothing more than that broken down dolly with the perfect blond hair, baby blue eyes with porcelain skin that he once spent so much time tormenting until he grew bored and threw away. Through her away along with all the other cheerless spirits he had antagonized and tortured emotionally or physically. Then he would grow bored and leave her again, an experience that would shatter her completely because she had barley survived the first loss of him and she didn't think she could get away with the second in a mentally sane state of mind.

Seras hated it and she refused to become a part of his game, a temporary source of entertainment. She wouldn't go back to him, or Hellsing, or London, or England. She wouldn't be used the way he had used her before and she refused to become that weak, helpless little girl he had toyed with for seven years. She had fallen for his games before but Seras refused to become a pawn on his chessboard. When he hadn't called her police girl he had twisted the knife by calling her 'Kitten'. She had hated and loved that; hated that it reminded her of jack, he chief and all the others on her former human days of the D-11 squad but loved it because she had stupidly hoped that it was a sign of affection on his part. It hadn't been. It was just him cruelly laughing at his own private joke every time he did something to get her hopes up that a relationship was possible before he purposely smashed those dreams.

He would get her hopes up, whether just to set up the situation to crush her or it was all for amusement Seras didn't know but he got her hopes up all the same even though she tried not to during her days as a fledgling. Sometimes she would wake up to find him holding her in his arms in her bed staring at her while she slept. He would have such a tender expression on his face. She hadn't even felt him entering her room or moving her in hr sleep. She would shriek in surprise and jump away and he would just stand up in that red cape, glasses and all laughing at her, teasing her for being skittish before calling her 'kitten' or 'police girl'.

Other times when they were alone he would speak to her softly and gently before reaching out to stroke her cheek with his gloved hands. Seras hadn't been able to keep a rational mind at these times and the dreams and the hope for more would come again. He would speak kindly, so unlike before when he had yelled at her for not drinking blood, so unlike his usual coarse violent self. Encouraging her to become a better vampire saying he knew she could do it, and he would pet her hair softly and gently, saying it kindly. So different from the creature she knew of before. Seras figured it wasn't coincidence he chose those moments when she was alone on her own to engage in these behaviors. It wasn't often he would do this but when he had she would treasure it and tell no one.

Sometimes when Seras had been alone and about to sit down in a chair she would yelp in surprise to find the once empty chair with her master sitting in it waiting. He would grab her before she could get away and pull her unto his lap, tightly holding her in his arms. She had blushed so bad at those times, proof of her drinking her blood. Embarrassed she would ask why he was behaving like this and he always gave the cryptic answer 'you will find out soon enough'. Then he held her to him in his lap and wouldn't let go no matter how many times she asked as long as he wanted and Seras could almost believe that he might have feelings for her.

A few times when she had gone against a vampire and was severely hurt he would be there suddenly, anger incarnate his eyes a blood thirsty red color as he tortured and destroyed the vampire that had hurt her. Then he would urn to her and scolds her for not being more careful and then softly voiced promise that she would be okay and that he would protect her. That he was there and nothing would harm her.

But it wasn't all roses and laughs. Her whole beginning of her unlife Seras had felt like she lived on a precariously placed pile of eggshells or that her master was bipolar. Seras had seen his violent sides and sometime after the day when Alexander Anderson had beheaded her master and stuck a blessed bayonet through her throat it had started. She had seen his rough side since the beginning but it wasn't until the incident after that Alucard had really started the sweet gestures of affection before acting cruel to her soon after. One moment he would be completely sweet and the next he would be angrily scolding her, harsh and seemingly uncaring. It was almost as if he was trying to convince himself of something and didn't know what that something was. Seras had been always nervous around him for this, never knowing when the mood would take him and which mood it would be.

It had confused her and Seras couldn't believe that she hadn't realized until that day all those years ago when she had been freed that his contrasting behaviors was him toying with her and laughing at the emotional roller coaster he had put her on. What a fool she had been for not realizing it and what a fool she must have looked for falling for it.

Seras dropped to her butt and dangled her black booted feet off the end of the train, leaning back with her palms on either side of her to prop herself up she gazed at the finally clear night sky with a half moon that was on its waxing cycle. Her face was a pained grimace as she bathed in moonlight and her hair whipped in front of her.

'I'm hopeless… Aren't I?" she sadly asked no one in particular, her question lost to the wind and the overwhelming roar of the new age human train with an old fashion look. No one answered her question and the stars just twinkled merrily and the moon only glowed back at her impassively with no answers. Even as she was met with silence she felt a longing to be held in his arms once again even if he didn't mean anything by it. She loathed herself for it. She bitterly laughed in pain, once again forcing back her hot red tears. "You think a girl would learn by now!"

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"Pray that you find something to live for that is great enough to die for."

He had waited an hour before the next train headed to Marseilles came. Alucard had boarded with a little hypnotism on the human conductor as his ticket and found himself a private compartment. Not all he had to do was tolerate the human's noisy metal contraptions for two days. Alucard had to admit that humans had some merits to them. They really could come up with devices. A electric and steam combined train that could travel from the north of France to nearly the very bottom of France in two days was an idea that would have been laughed at fifty years ago but here it was.

Alucard was more than incensed, he was livid. His instincts to stalk his prey and prolong the enjoyment of the hunt had cost him his quarry, yet Alucard knew that he should have arrived just as the sun was setting and his draculina would have just been waking up. When he had arrived he had followed the scent of his little draculina to the basement of a condemned house. They had slept the night there and the scent had been deliciously strong. More than enough for Alucard to breath deeply of the aroma that made his desire all the stronger. He had smelled the couch deeply so as to memorize the enthralling fragrance. Alucard did arrive just as the sun was setting and should have followed it to the basement and found Seras asleep on the couch. Yet she wasn't there. How was that possible?

Well, she could have forced herself awake if she sensed him and left. Alucard's usually wide grin reached malicious Cheshire lengths at the idea. His little kitten knew who it was that was chasing him and just like her stubborn nature was avoiding him. Oh the hunt had become even more worthy when he had reached that conclusion. Alucard figured she would have become old enough to manage that but it would have been very hard to accomplish.

It was merits to the human race the things they could think up. Some humans he found downright disgusting and nothing worth more than the pleasurable feel of his hands snapping their necks but there was the occasional human he found that was worthy of his notice. Seras had been one of those humans as well as Integra and Walter. Such waste but it was good enough, the elder lamia supposed, that he at least got best one out of three. Alucard's mind switched back to Seras once again.

Oh but it was a very large gain he would get with Seras as his queen. She was definitely strong enough to defend herself. When he reestablished his castle along with the court and recalled all his former servants that had not been killed by Van Hellsing she would stand as his queen. Women would challenge her right to be his queen and she would be strong enough to silence them and their useless barking that causes nothing but trouble. Alucard was getting impatient though; the train wasn't completely as fast as he could travel if he actually tried to go as fast as possible on foot or in the air. Alucard's eyes turned to the open window that allowed wind to ring the scents ahead of them in.

Alucard could smell a thin tendril of Seras scent and he growled hungrily his desire to find her.

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"Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils."

Damn… I need a vacation from this shit. I'm getting too old. I need to find a successor and then immediately go into retirement.

Integra took off the glasses ignoring the unsettling feeling that constantly pricked the back of her head, nagging. Danger it said. It wouldn't go away. The nagging sensation got stronger and stronger and Integra swears it will be the death of her. It started after Alucard left and she knows it's only because she is use to his brute force protecting her that she feels in danger. But still the unease makes her think that she should be careful. The reports are worrisome as well. Vampire activity was like the rats and bubonic plague of the 1800's relentless and like a politician, they don't go away soon enough. The vampires had strangely been on the rise much to her undead servants delight. He had been enjoying the killing but found it tedious to deal with nothing more powerful than a newborn.

Integra's eyes wandered over to the pills on the table top and sighed. She relly couldn't stand this anymore. Her mind once more contemplated the decision she had been thinking over for a month now. The knights in the round table had been insisting that she find and heir and do something with Alucard. She had always hated those stuffy bastards. Those wankers had never listened to a single thing she had ever said no matter what. Her decision had a rather nice effect of proverbially giving them the double barreled salute and doing something she knew was wrong but had wanted to do for a long, long time. All she needed to do was to hang on long enough and she would do her death as was a proper Hellsing woman to do. She may even meet Walter again. She missed his company. After the loss of her father Walter had always been there and Integra still mourned the loss.

The nagging sense that something was wrong twanged again and Integra cursed heavily under her breath. "Damn it all to bloody hell I can't focus." She leaned back in her chair and thought on what her instincts told her, instincts developed by her experience with Hellsing.

'Something is coming. Something is going to happen. Soon."

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I know its very short and yes I know not much of anything happened here but there was some nice character development. I do have an important announcement. In case you guys didn't read the top author note but I wrote a second chapter that has an important announcement so go read that.

Response time:

PaperNPencil: Am I the only one who saw that review and got the mental image of a walrus in a black dinner jacket with a gold monocle saying "Marvelous! Simply marvelous!"? Or is that just me?

Nighttheraven: Of course its love but remember that the guy has been without a woman to truly love for 500 years. Those years have been spent battling or fighting something. Also he believes that love is fictious and not real. He will soon realize that he wrong and will admit this to Seras. XP but that's for later story stuff. It's possible to feel love AND lust for someone.

tokiko76: yeah, I have always envisioned him to be a possessive person who doesn't like to share. *drools slightly as well before snapping out of it*

Overlord Ixmythot: Yep! I love screwing with storylines as you can tell since im a member of . yep! I'm so evil but I couldn't imagine the drama and confrontation going on anywhere else than the cave home where a lot of stuff happens. Bath in the past which will have plot bunnies for the future but also several dozen ideas that I have imagined happening. Also it makes it suspenseful when he just narrowly misses them. Overloard, as to the spelling/formatting errors… check out the next page because you will find a surprise.

Anom: don't be sorry in the slightest. I will be happy to answer your question. The shadow arm thing you're talking about is the inner shadows. She can turn her entire body into these and then reform into her regular body when she is done.

EarwenTelrunya: You know when I thought I would get my first flame I thought I would be offended and then I would try to take the high road… Now I'm just laughing my ass off trying not to fall out of my chair at the stupidity of the situation. That anyone would not only take my little fanfiction story, or any piece of fiction, so serious that they feel the need to write a lengthy and angry letter is hilarious to me. Seriously man, its FICTON. Wee are fiction writers. We write fiction that not everyone likes. And you're loosing your mind completely over this? No one takes this seriously. So why are you? What happened to being nice? *can't help it and breaks down laughing again* I've managed to express my displeasure with a situation completely and totally nice without making it seem like an angry rant. Why are you getting so mad? Did you finally see your face in the mirror? *more laughter* next time don't be a jerk about something. I love reviews and reviewers. So by all means, keep up your angry tirades and I will simply sit back with my mango smoothie and read them laughing at your anger the whole time.

ArtOfNine: you would? Omg! Totally do fan art pleaseeeeee? I would love you forever. Seriously I would spend the time trying to figure out how the hell the stupid profile pages here work so that everyone would see your fan art. In fact I and my shameless plug advertisement would like to encourage enthusiastic artists everywhere to send me their attempts.