In Response to Dreams
Chapter six: The Dawn.
Authors note: Um, Sev? whats with the title of the chapter?
{You'll see.}
I'm not sure I want to see.
{But you Are, and You do.}
By the way, what the hell was the last chapter all about?
{A Shower, Lingerei, and a robe 8 sizes too big.}
that wasn't what i meant, and you know it.
{Do I?}
Don't act all innocent you little shit...
{*Is insulted* Me? innocent? the very idea...}
--
Severus left Tanja Alone for the rest of the evening, for which the author was partially thankful for...
...Until she realized that the longer he left her alone, the longer she went without proper clothing.
about ten oclock, Tanja would be found laying on her bed, the robe almost covering the bed, while the young author read a book on norse mythology.
sighing loudly, the author dropped the book onto the bed and sat forward, holding herself steady with her hands. "i'm bored. why isn't my muse here to torment me?"
clambering off the bed, the author left her room and swept down the stairs, with the robe trailing behind her for two feet.
The author entered the great hall, and took a seat on the large red couch, noticing the room to be empty.
calmly she picked up her laptop and began writing a story about a group of paramedics, yawning as she typed the first sentence.
"well, thats a winner." she smirked, and deleted the sentence. then she started a poem about....nevermind, that wouldn't do either.
"MUSE!!!!!" She cried out. "where are you?"
"Am i not but the muse now?" Severus asked, stepping from the darkness.
"I need a story." the author half ordered.
"do you, now?" The muse asked delicatly. "and may i ask what happened to wanting me to go away?"
"i got used to the outfit, and realized that hey, i have to have fresh clothes for tomorrow."
Severus cocked an eyebrow at the author and smirked. "Yes, i will need to provide you with fresh clothing tomorrow, won't i?"
"Preferably." came the Authors reponse.
"So. what type of story do you want to write?" asked the muse, as he walked around behind the author to look at the screen. then he grabbed the authors hair and pulled her head back, breathing warmly on her neck. "A nice, Sexual Vampire story?" he asked, brushing his teeth against her skin.
"Severus...." she began with a tone of warning that fell off to a sigh from the feel of his breath on her neck.
"If you say 'damn you' to me once more, i shall stick my wand where the sun doesn't shine."
"Damn you." Tanja said, more out of automated response then actually meaning it. she froze for a second, then looked up at a very smug looking muse with wide eyes. "FUCK!" She screeched, throwing the laptop to the floor and racing from the room.
whistling contently, Severus Followed, twirling his wand behind his back.
--
(Fuck!)
{Where are you running to?}
(I Don't know!!!)
{So just stop, give up.... you know you want to.}
(da...arg.)
--
Tanja rushed up the stairs to her bedroom Slamming the door shut behind her.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod." she chanted, trying to figure out what to do. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod" she whimpered.
"Tanja, if you wish to keep your door, you will open it. otherwise, i will be forced to blast it away." came the silky warning.
"ACK!" Tanja screeched. "Please, Severus...don't..."
"you disobeyed me." he smirked, opening the door. "i warned you of the conciquences of your actions, and yet, you continued to disobey me."
Whimpering, Tanja backed up against the dresser. "Please..."
"Please What, Exactly?" Severus asked dangerously. "Please be a man of my words?" he paused. "If i fail to hold true to what i have warned,then that would make me a liar, and you wouldn't respect me."
"I respect you!" the girl whimpered.
"No, i don't think you do." Severus replied calmly.
"I Do!!!!" Tanja squeaked.
"No... you don't." Severus confirmed, walking towards the short girl. "it's time you are taught respect."
cowering lower and lower to the ground, Tanja whimpered as Severus's black cloak hid her from view.
--
Don't!!!!
{Why not?}
Because, im a good author..yes...only by the grace of my muse, but im a good author!!!
{Debatable.}
o.O.....
{Laughs coldly}
Evil, Sick twisted man.
Chapter six: The Dawn.
Authors note: Um, Sev? whats with the title of the chapter?
{You'll see.}
I'm not sure I want to see.
{But you Are, and You do.}
By the way, what the hell was the last chapter all about?
{A Shower, Lingerei, and a robe 8 sizes too big.}
that wasn't what i meant, and you know it.
{Do I?}
Don't act all innocent you little shit...
{*Is insulted* Me? innocent? the very idea...}
--
Severus left Tanja Alone for the rest of the evening, for which the author was partially thankful for...
...Until she realized that the longer he left her alone, the longer she went without proper clothing.
about ten oclock, Tanja would be found laying on her bed, the robe almost covering the bed, while the young author read a book on norse mythology.
sighing loudly, the author dropped the book onto the bed and sat forward, holding herself steady with her hands. "i'm bored. why isn't my muse here to torment me?"
clambering off the bed, the author left her room and swept down the stairs, with the robe trailing behind her for two feet.
The author entered the great hall, and took a seat on the large red couch, noticing the room to be empty.
calmly she picked up her laptop and began writing a story about a group of paramedics, yawning as she typed the first sentence.
"well, thats a winner." she smirked, and deleted the sentence. then she started a poem about....nevermind, that wouldn't do either.
"MUSE!!!!!" She cried out. "where are you?"
"Am i not but the muse now?" Severus asked, stepping from the darkness.
"I need a story." the author half ordered.
"do you, now?" The muse asked delicatly. "and may i ask what happened to wanting me to go away?"
"i got used to the outfit, and realized that hey, i have to have fresh clothes for tomorrow."
Severus cocked an eyebrow at the author and smirked. "Yes, i will need to provide you with fresh clothing tomorrow, won't i?"
"Preferably." came the Authors reponse.
"So. what type of story do you want to write?" asked the muse, as he walked around behind the author to look at the screen. then he grabbed the authors hair and pulled her head back, breathing warmly on her neck. "A nice, Sexual Vampire story?" he asked, brushing his teeth against her skin.
"Severus...." she began with a tone of warning that fell off to a sigh from the feel of his breath on her neck.
"If you say 'damn you' to me once more, i shall stick my wand where the sun doesn't shine."
"Damn you." Tanja said, more out of automated response then actually meaning it. she froze for a second, then looked up at a very smug looking muse with wide eyes. "FUCK!" She screeched, throwing the laptop to the floor and racing from the room.
whistling contently, Severus Followed, twirling his wand behind his back.
--
(Fuck!)
{Where are you running to?}
(I Don't know!!!)
{So just stop, give up.... you know you want to.}
(da...arg.)
--
Tanja rushed up the stairs to her bedroom Slamming the door shut behind her.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod." she chanted, trying to figure out what to do. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod" she whimpered.
"Tanja, if you wish to keep your door, you will open it. otherwise, i will be forced to blast it away." came the silky warning.
"ACK!" Tanja screeched. "Please, Severus...don't..."
"you disobeyed me." he smirked, opening the door. "i warned you of the conciquences of your actions, and yet, you continued to disobey me."
Whimpering, Tanja backed up against the dresser. "Please..."
"Please What, Exactly?" Severus asked dangerously. "Please be a man of my words?" he paused. "If i fail to hold true to what i have warned,then that would make me a liar, and you wouldn't respect me."
"I respect you!" the girl whimpered.
"No, i don't think you do." Severus replied calmly.
"I Do!!!!" Tanja squeaked.
"No... you don't." Severus confirmed, walking towards the short girl. "it's time you are taught respect."
cowering lower and lower to the ground, Tanja whimpered as Severus's black cloak hid her from view.
--
Don't!!!!
{Why not?}
Because, im a good author..yes...only by the grace of my muse, but im a good author!!!
{Debatable.}
o.O.....
{Laughs coldly}
Evil, Sick twisted man.
