hello world
about me. my name is eittie. i am fifteen and i'm from new zealand. i started writing two years ago, as darren shan fan fiction. i am a huge kelley armstrong fan and she is my favourite author of all time. i like writing tradgedies and romance...
about my character. nora is my main character when i write. she is usually around twenty-one (unless stated otherwise), blonde, usually with coloured highlights, five foot four, grey green eyes and freckles. she is normally pretty, nothing to special, but some other people disagree. she is a character in other fan fics, written by my close friends, but other than that, she isn't used. i sometimes use other characters, such as mika, (pronounced mick-ah, the same way as mika ver leth in darren shan). he started out as a darren shan character, but then i decided that the mika i used was completely different to the character and changed him, so now he bears very little resemblance to the original character. mika changes alot, sometimes he is a five hundred and something year old vampire, the son of a female demon in the midst of a middle age crisis and vlad tepes, the prince of wallachia, but sometimes he is a vampire/half demon/werewolf/human bastard child of the wife of a rich, but gentle-hearted romanian businessman and a handsome but abusive drunk. he is one of my favourite characters to use because of his complex multiple personlities (literally) one of which is him, kind, loving, funny, but occasionally jealous and possesive, the other a psychotic sadomasochist serial killer. he is a character two years in the making and i know every single detail about every version of him.
something i wrote.
this is just something i wrote, one day, not fanfic, but it made my friend cry...

The sky cracked open and rain fell, filling the air with water, barely a millimetre between drops. Nora breathed in this sharp, cold, watery air and closed her eyes, relishing the feel against her skin. She leant back against the wire fence, feeling wind whip at her long, blonde hair and her pale pink bridesmaid’s dress. Her fingers clasped around the slippery and cold wire, her bare toes curling over the edge of the bridge.
She opened her eyes.
The wind pushed back her hair, giving her and full view of the city, lights burning like fire. She could feel something, lighter than a dream. Happiness.
Her senses tingled and she could feel everything. Every stone in the concrete under her feet. Every chink in the metal wire. Every drop of water hitting her body and soaking her dress to her skin.
“Nora.”
The effect was immediate.
She turned around at the sound of her name, teetering on the edge of this cliff, hands still entwined in the fence. Behind her was the carpark, black and empty apart from a black BMW, tinted windows and an entirely environmentally friendly engine. Frozen hands clasped hers and he took a step closer to the fence. His suit was as soaked as she was, the black having become even blacker. Everything was blacker. His hair, his suit, his eyes and the look in them was dark, one could call it black. His skin was paler though, fear showing through. His lips were full and looking as pink and as soft as ever.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice soft, underlying fear.
“Waiting for you.” She pulled her hands from his and walked along the edge of the fence, his steps copying hers exactly.
They reached the end and she stepped around, back into the carpark. She looked up at him, his blackest black hair soaked and falling across his eyes and down his collar, and wrapped her fingers in his shirt.
“You’re cold.” He touched her hair lightly, his lips finding her forehead. Warmth spread from his lips, through her head, down her neck, through her shoulders and down her arms, spreading through her body down to her toes. Her stomach clenched and she suddenly felt sick. But in an entirely good way. If what she felt before was happiness, she didn’t know what this was. Love? Glee? Ecstasy? Bliss? What ever the word was, she’d never felt anything like this before, and she knew she wanted it to stay.
“I love you,” she said, looking up at him and clenching her fists tighter to his shirt.
His arms slipped around her body, pressing them together and the water between them becoming warm. His face pressed into her shoulder, at the base of her neck, fitting like a puzzle piece. “I love you, too.”
They stood like that for a second, fitting together in perfection.
“Goodbye.”
The word was barely uttered, echoing in the darkness. Finding themselves at the same spot where she was found, they held hands, a last embrace before they jumped, vanishing into the storm.

well, that was random. it was nora and mika btw. they are and have always been in love.
thanks for reading