An Interesting Writing Session With My Muse Part Two
Written By: Kaede Kinkade
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Disclaimer: I still own myself. Man that sounds freaking weird…
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Authors Note: Just the second chapter in my lovely story about my muses. I have way to many to keep straight. This time, my two muses get together to help me with my evolution fan fiction I'm working on.
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Part Two: Enter The Brit From Buffy
After waking up from that odd dream about muses I glanced at my clock, it was almost one pm. Wow, talk about sleeping in. With a yawn I got out of bed and started my computer before walking out of my room and beginning my Morning…eh…Afternoon ritual. You know, Shower, get all waked up…chores that my parents force me to do…stuff like that.
About an hour after starting my computer I was back, with a jelly doughnut and mountain dew. Breakfast of Champions…or would that be lunch since it was afternoon? Hmmm…I'll have to think about that one…oh wait…the story. Sorry I can get sidetracked easily. So back to the story,
Well as I was saying I plopped down in my computer chair and went directly to AOL, then I brought up word, like I always do. But something clicked me out of AOL…and when I glanced to see what that something was…it was none other then…my muse…Remy Lebeau.
"Firs' rule, you can't write and do anyting' else udder wise, yer story will always get put on hold. Trust Remy, 'e knows…"
I blinked…so it wasn't just a dream…I poked him just to make sure that he was really there and I wasn't going insane and seeing things. He made a little noise and poked me back before shoving my jelly doughnut into his mouth.
"Hey! That was mine!" I stated crossing my arms over my chest with a humph! Noise. Remy just smirked and finished off "his" Jelly doughnut with MY Mountain Dew. Oh…that so was not cool.
"What's yours is Remy's, and what's Remy's is…uh…Remy's…sides' muses like me need food. Brain power…" He started to say only being cut off by another voice in my room. Turning around in my chair I swear my jaw must have hit the floor.
Standing next to my bed and smoking a cigarette was a very pale man, with bleach blonde hair.
Spike.
William The Bloody.
The Big Bad.
Wow. Amazing. Damn I'm going insane. But wait, wasn't he in my dream last night? No…only his voice. But good enough.
"So you're the new author…" He stated stepping up towards me, his long black coat billowing out behind him as he took my face in his hand and glanced me over, I just looked at him oddly as he pushed on my face as if it were clay. He gave a slight frown and glanced towards Remy. "Is she any good…I mean come on…she doesn't look like an author…"
Remy patted me on the back…what the hell, is it touch the Kaede day or something?
"Well, she has only one story posted…for X-Men Evolution. It has thirteen reviews. An' dey are all good reviews too." Remy stated walking around my room and looking at some of the pictures on the wall, whilst Spike just lifted my arm up into the air…
"Well…she doesn't look like an author…I guess we can fix that though…"
I blinked and cringed as a smile appeared on Spikes face before he turned to glance at Remy who was currently checking himself out in my mirror…
"It's time to make this girl an author…in every sense of the word…"
At that Remy turned around with a slightly terrified look on his face.
"Non, you don mean…."
"Yes…A complete and total Makeover" [horror music] We all look around to see where the music is coming from.
"A Makeover?" [horror music] I ask glancing at both of them, as they pulled me out of my chair to stand.
"Yes a makeover [horror music] pet. You see, it helps to look and act the part of an author. You'll get more respect." Spike explained taking my measurements while Remy was busy looking through a cloths rack, that appeared out of no where.
"And what does an author act like?" I asked while someone handed me a cup of coffee. I hate coffee…
"Eccentric." Both Remy and Spike stated at the same time. I blinked. How exactly was this helping me and my story? Well…I got to admit those two are mighty fine pieces of muses…I wonder how I ended up with muses like that. Is there a place where I can order muses? Or do they just come to me? Uh-oh, Spike is looking at my neck funny. I should ask him if he has his chip…or at least his soul. I mean, having big bad Spike would indeed be very bad. But oh they are so sexy.
Damn I wish Remy didn't eat my doughnut…"