Dear Guest who goes by the rather apt name of Loser, if you are still reading this, then I kinda have a bone to pick with you. I would have much preferred to have this conversation in private but I guess beggars cannot be choosers.
If you wish to slam somebody's work, by all means go ahead but have the lady balls to take yourself off guest and allow them to defend their work.
Therefore, here goes. I understand that at the beginning, Yes, it was meant to be a collection of ficlets and one shots, somebody else pointed it out earlier and not half as rudely as you did, might I add. Therefore, I changed the summary and it clearly states Original Fic.
If you had not already noticed by chapter 4, the fiction acquired a life of its own and turned into a multi chapter. Art has a way of doing that. Starting out as one thing and ending up becoming something else.
Now I know your going to attempt to defend yourself by stating (in a high pitched nasally voice, deep from under the gnarly bridge you inhabit, cause that's the only way I can imagine you right now)
"Well you said summary inside and on quite a few chapters it says collection of ficlets and one shots"
Well, allow me to soothe your steed as you peer at me from your lofty heights of self-righteous indignation.
Not everybody is tech savvy and a computer genius, I assure you I am not, Laptops have a way of exploding on me.. Think of me as Penny from TBBT. It took me the bones of a day to figure out how to use this site. Go on giggle, I don't mind.
I admit my dumbassery.
The god damn reason why I haven't gone through and deleted that little line that offends you, oh so much, is because I haven't figured out how to yet, without re uploading the chapters and pissing off everyone that's following by filling up their inboxes with stupid updates telling them that I've done it.. Just for one freaking sentence. Everyone else seems to have picked up on the fact it's a fiction and hasn't minded.
Now I do not mind constructive criticism as much as the next girl does, hell as writers we need it. But when you felt the need to say it in the way you did, I'm left wondering if your Mother ever told you,
"If you have nothing nice to say, then don't say anything at all."
Loser, don't forget the number 1 rule of FanFiction.
(All together kids.)
"If you don't like it, then don't read it!"
For those of you that are following and have reviewed, I truly appreciate your support. It makes all the blood, sweat, time and effort worth it… Also I apologise for the rant.
Kitty ….. Over and Out!
Does not follow any particular vampire lore or universe. It is completely my own.
Disclaimer: Don't own the names of glee characters.
Dedicated to BetTheDuckIsInTheHat
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VAMP VERSE
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Italy. Lucinda says. 1690. House of Bastian, so the pompous prick likes to call it.
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If there was one thing that Santana Lopez knew, was that she was gorgeous. Like, trip over your feet and land face first in a puddle, gorgeous.
Before she had been so rudely murdered and forced into this sacrilegious existence, she had many suitors. From a young age, it had not gone unnoticed how men and women would stare at her as she passed by and she had quickly learned how to wield her God given wares.
Now, make no mistake, she had not lowered herself to the levels of, lets say, that of a harlot but she had on occasion used her looks in order to get her own way.
And why shouldn't she?
If you've got it, flaunt it!
She had to some how get Sebastian to loosen his grip upon her by gaining his trust and at the same time weaken his two lackey linchpins, without making it obvious and the only way she could see how to do that would be to play along.
Even though her lover, how she loved thinking of her that way, had made a promise on some corporeal plain of existence, she could not run the risk of Brittany becoming impatient and attempting to find her.
She had to put a plan in motion and in order to do that she would have to use her feminine wiles.
Yes, Santana Lopez knew she was gorgeous and she also knew exactly who wouldn't be able to resist.
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The ornate, lavish bathhouse was dimly light by flickering candle light and the air was thick with heavily incensed steam.
For what she was about to attempt, it was the perfect ambience, really.
She lay in wait, languishing in the scorching water of the intricately detailed roman bath, praying to herself,
"Please turn up. Please turn up."
The door opened and her mark entered.
'Jackpot'
Keeping herself perfectly still, she peered over the tiled edge with nothing save her eyes and soaked raven hair visible.
There were two things about her undead life she appreciated and revelled in, apart from Brittany, of course, and that was her stealth and speed. Ryder and Sebastian had commented, in a rare moment of praise, that nobody could match her.
She imagined she was a crocodile on the Nile waiting patiently for her prey to approach the river's edge. With their back turned to her, her mark began to disrobe.
The gentle notes of a lyre drifting in from a high, small window and the occasional plink of droplets were the only sounds to break the warm, lazy silence.
She took in the smooth, pale skin and the nude body that appeared before her as they allowed their clothes to pool around their ankles. As her mark began to turn round, she slid down, concealing herself. Changing her position, she leant back against the tiles of the pool, once more leaving only the tip of her nose and her forehead above the water's edge. Rose petals lightly marred the millpond surface, steam rose from it, curling up, idly.
Her mark slowly descended the gradual steps of the baths entrance with one long, sculptured leg, then the other. They seated themselves on the steps where the water engulfed them up to their waist.
Santana rolled her eyes, for a vampire they really were a dumbass.
Unaware of Santana's presence, they filled up a nearby jug, tipping the contents over their head, drawing their fingers through their hair and down along a pale neck.
The brunette steeled herself.
'Here goes nothing.'
Raising her chin just above the water, she floated towards the other vampire, rasping seductively,
"Hi."
Lylah froze, her green eyes wide in shock,
"Oh my god! I thought it was empty."
Drawing her pink tongue over her fangs, Santana smirked devilishly,
"I don't mind, unless you do?"
She continued to leisurely approach the red head. Lylah tipped her head coquettishly. Returning the brunette's smirk, she purred,
"I never mind a play mate."
Keeping eye contact, Santana arched an eyebrow, impishly.
A thrall entered, letting in a blast of cold air. Santana could not have planned it anymore perfectly. She pouted her full, plump lips, feigning disappointment,
"Just when things were about to get interesting, it would seem I have to leave."
Standing up, the water tantalizingly lapping just below her hips, and the cold air causing her nipples to peak, she slowly and deliberately squeezed the excess water from her hair, allowing it to flow down the valley of her pert, dusky coloured breasts.
Lylah licked her lips, her eyes watching Santana's every move, flitting between her wet, supple body and her face.
"Like what you see?" Santana lightly teased.
Grinning, Lylah slid herself out of the water to sit on the edge of the pool, blatantly drinking in the Latin girl's naked glory.
Deliberately passing within a hairs breathe of the entranced vampire, she paused a moment to allow the red head to soak up her curves and how rivulets of water rolled down the flawless, caramel skin of her back and thighs.
She heard the other girl let out an almost in audible gasp and smelt the arousal that seeped into the air. As she walked away, she smirked to herself, adding a sensual sway to her hips.
'Bring it home Lopez'
Bending over to retrieve her drying blanket, she made sure to give Lylah a perfect view of her toned, shapely backside. Turning round and peering at the vampire through her long dark lashes, she bunched the drying blanket in her hands, drawing it along her legs and up her toned stomach. Locking eyes with Lylah's devouring gaze, she trailed her fingers up her inner thigh, lingering over the soft curls of her mound.
She bit her lip as she watched Lylah open her legs and slip her hand between her thighs, stroking herself.
The tangy, sweet scent of arousal filled the room.
Santana continued to dry herself, unabashedly cupping her full breasts. Tweaking her nipples, she let out a tiny hiss and she was sure she heard a small moan escape the other girl.
Flashing a mischievous smirk, she wrapped the blanket around herself, tying it under her arm. Opening the door she followed the thrall out. Throwing over her shoulder a seductive wink, she lustily, breathed,
"Until next time!"
Closing the door firmly behind her, she let out a deep breath, smiling to herself.
Yes, Santana Lopez was gorgeous and she knew it was only a matter of time before the bear came to the honey tree.
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p.s Please don't kill me! It's not what it seems. I swear!