*Burning Roses. *
*A Beauty and The Beast story. *
Rating: Pg-13Pairings: It's beginning to look a lot like Serena and Beast…
Genre: Romance, Humor, and Drama. And action (I think).
Disclaimer: ::Wines and whimpers before signing a legal document that states she doesn't and never will own Gundam Wing, Sailor Moon, or Beauty and the Beast.:: I feel so deprived….
Summary : I have not begun to be crazy. Just to let you know. And, you can have your shmooshed Barbie back now. I really don't want her. It also takes a lot to scare me. It takes…pink.
I changed it. I remembered to do it the other day and viola!
:: Looks around for a moment then pulls a table from no where and sets it up. Places a sign in front of it that reads " Now signing Autographs. Free. Seriously." Whips out signature silver pen and waits.:: Hehehe. You know what's really funny? A girl in my class last year asked for my autograph so she could "sell it when I make it big and get a ton of money." O.O?
Er….I have felt like this all my little life. And I'm now in Japanese. I think I'm going to try and teach y'all what I learn so that way you can go around and feel smarter then everyone else. ^_^. It's great for confidence.
My best friend talks to books. They talk back. I swear I heard it one time. I have a sticker that says "Don't annoy the crazy one, for you may taste good with chocolate syrup." I have a few more too. They are fun.
:: Flails.:: BUT I AM CRAZY AND PROUD OF IT TOO!! Hi Heero.
The whole school system is screwed up. I don't know why, it just is. And frankly, I hate it. :: sobs:: I wanted home school. But my mom doesn't want to deal with me. My teacher doesn't know what I can do yet. Oh, I can't wait to see what she does when she finds out. It's always so fun to watch their reactions.
I ride Australian. It's fun. I love to jump. So did my horse. He loved it so much, that he jumped even when we weren't moving.
Either that or it was the bath that scared her away. My dog does that. -_-'. I thought it was too, hehehe.
I write what I know and I know how to be crazy and funny and strange. And when I learn more, I'll twist that and write it too.
Oww. Pudding not so soft when falling in it from tree. Pain….. Ohh, butterscotch. Yum-my.
I always get hyper. I'm on a perpetual high and as such people are very afraid of me. ::Sigh:: Stigmatized by my own being me-ness.
Welp, in this lovely little chapter, there is a game of chess somewhere in here somewhere. And Serena and Trowa have a fight… Another one? No….wait, it's not. And, our resident vampire is running from death.
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Chapter Nineteen. (Lets celebrate!)
Ah me, What a long tale this is. I swear, I must learn not to draw all the details out. But, seeing as how they are important in one way or another, all except that mouse dying in that one chapter…no, wait he was important. Oh, my poor head. And the things I've seen! Good grief.
Oh well, there's nothing for it.
Things have a way of getting heavier the longer you hold them. Like babies. Or Serena. They may look light and nearly weightless, and they may be true for the first hour or so, or perhaps minutes. It all depends on your arm's strength.
Either way, they get heavy. What I'm getting at is that Trowa, formally known as Beast, was having difficulty with holding the dead weight that was Serena.
Which isn't to say that she weighed as much as cow, despite the fact that she ate like one. Maybe that she be changed to a rapid cow. Cows eat slow. Or maybe a cow hitched on Speed. My what a scary thought. Mooooo.
It was just saying that he was getting tired of lugging her around. His arms were anyways; he himself was not part of their little opinion and was happy as a clown. Interesting irony there.
Good thing he was just a few feet away from her door. He was counting down to the point of where he was going to drop her. It was fitting that there should be a man holding onto a maidens hand as she hung over a very sharp and painful doom, suffice to say a cliff. Tapestries. Got to love them, now doncha? The castle had one twisted little sense of humor he'd admit that. He might have laughed.
5…4…3…
No time. The door opened and he shuffled into the blue room then settled her on the bed gently. She stirred, and started to wake up. Ah, but it would be just his luck that she would wake up -now-, of all times. Well, he was going to get out of there before she did wake up and remember what he had done. It wouldn't be very healthy to be around then. Who knows, he might just end up in little itsy bitsy pieces.
Besides, he had a conniving little braid boy to find. What fun. That and He needed to ask Quatre for advice, find the cat for Serena, talk Wufei out of going to that shrink and terrorize the locals. They were getting nosey again. It was dreadfully annoying.
And he needed to find that vampire and…dissuade him from going after Serena.
Night was coming, afterall.
Speaking of vampires, our little blood sucking wanker of the undead, no offense to any respectable vamps out there, is, I'm glad to inform you, merely a pawn. In case you were thinking of someone else, which I know you were.
You see, writing is like a game of chess. You have your two main characters, the king and queen, then you have your other important roles, and then comes the pawns. Much the same for the opposing sides. We writers weave a web using our characters and our plot.
And in this tale, Mr. I vwant to svuck youre vlood is a pawn. A soon to be dispensed pawn. Oh, am I being to blunt and harsh? I could flower it. Like this, and any of particularly weak stomachs when it comes to sugary sweetness should at least skip ahead a few lines,:
Oh what a cold cruel world we live in! That a sweet and upstanding citizen of the undead society should be extinguished in such a horrid way! But, I do know, that as I stand before you here today, he will be free! He shall overcome! And woe be to any who dare oppose the flight of this pure soul! Oh, behold! The good citizen himself! Now, if you will, join me in a heart-warming song of We Shall Overcome!
Hmmmm Hmmmmm-hmmm-hmmmmm. Okay, we're going to stop that now.
Where was I? Ah, yes, that's right, chess…and vampires. My, my, what a twisted little world we live in no? And if I confuse you, please worry not, I confuse myself too.
Anyways, our little pawn was doing his damndest to get the hell out of there! There being nothing no where in general just the particular direction he was running away from. He was very afraid. How very odd. He? And Fear? Together.
But, it was. Needless to say he was trying to save his ass from the fryer, and had only really leapt into the fire. Or was going to. He was leaving quite the trail.
Now, what do you suppose could be after him, I wonder. I also know what your thinking… It's Trowa right? Pardon me if I laugh right here.
Hehehe. Ahem.
Fear is a very base, and primal emotion. Often reverting the one in terror to that of instinctual drives and depriving them of the cool mind to reason. He had lost his cool just a little after sunset. And he had been running for a while now, he'd lost count of the hours. Days ? He didn't know, all he knew was that death was coming for him.
And he liked living! He didn't want to die!
Ah, put a sock in it, you ninny! Yeesh.
He ran, leaving a trail a mile wide. It would take death no thought to follow it. None at all. The vampire's instinct told him to put distance between him and his death, to run fast and strait. That's what he did.
If he had had a heart, he was certain that it would have burst. But, he didn't so small comfort there. Though a burst heart would have been a far better death then the one death had in store for him and he was very afraid of that death, especially coming from death. Get it? And, oh joy, I've gone crossed eyed again.
Fabulous.
Behind him, he heard the faint sound of breathing, his heightened senses aiding him in this. Little gibbering goblins of terror shimmied up his spinal cord and tried to dig homes in his panicky brain. It hurt. Fear hurt. He hated it. Hated the helpless feeling, and the knowledge that you were going to die.
That must be how his victims had felt as he fed from them….
He wanted his mommy. Sniffle.
Serena, of course, defied the laws of bend ability and twisted into several painful positions Trowa would never even dream of doing before she opened her eyes and blinked at him.
He blinked back, and tried to hide his disturbed expression with a smug grin.
"See, riding a horse wasn't so bad, now was it?"
Silence. Crickets chirped.
Wait. Crickets? But they were in the tower rooms….
THWACK!!
Trowa pulled the pillow from his face and rubbed his nose mutely. Serena glowered at him, wielding another pillow and pointed an accusing finger of doom at him. He eyed the finger in what can only be called a Wary estranged way. Capitalized.
"I--mphff!" She tumbled back into her bed sheets with a squeal, Trowa's pillow having knocked her over. From beneath
golden and pale blue sheets, two startled eyes just stared at him.
He just stood there and stared at the pillow in his paws with silent awe. Ohhhhhhhhh! He'd never done that before! And why not? It was such fun! He thwaped her again, experimentally. Fun!
Annoyed, Serena retaliated in kind. And thus began what would later go down in history known as The Pillow War. Not very original I know, but hey! Who's perfect?
Definitely not.
End Chapter.
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I am sorry about the long delay and for cutting the chapter off here, but I am having problems with my damn keyboard right now and have to get another one…or take this one apart and kill it slowly. Which
Now, if you don't mind, I have a computer to mutilate. :: Walks away singing, "Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream, throw your teacher over board and listen to her scream…Six months later… teacher, teacher, coming down the Delaware, chewing on her under ware…French fried eyeballs.." with a base ball bat, metal and barbwire of course, and keyboard in hand. :: Thank you all for putting up with me. ^_^