Title: Pointless Humour.
Summary: See below
Disclaimer: The Night Word and all characters and theories associated with it belong to LJ Smith. Rage, Stiletto & Co are mine.
What happens when your plans for your children spiral wildly out of control leaving you with no say in there future?
How do you get them back into your power to make yourself more important? More powerful?
And how do you deflect all your parents carefully positioned manoeuvres and end up on top? Well I don't actually know, but I have a feeling we're about to find out.
Find out what happens to Rage the underdog of this unbelievably strange and twisted soap opera of a story, and whether or not his one true love, his soulmate the upper class witch Stiletto Chasm will stay with him forever or be forced to marry the tiresome but ever so devastatingly hansom Edan Chant who's bloodline is connected to the Harman's.
Or will she thwart the scheming plans of her mother Violet Chasm and her evil sycophant Patrick Lindese who is, by the way seriously deranged.
Will the seemingly small part to play self-obsessed Java Redfern actually be remembered and used in this story? Or will the strange cameos by your favour LJS stars make this story if I ever finish it any good? (No almost certainly not, but I can hope right?)
~*~
Violet Chasm looked the window onto her incredibly big estate. "Have you found her?"
The snivelling creature that was Patrick Lindese entered the room.
"San Francisco." He answered.
Violet snapped around, "With who?"
"A vampire called Rage."
"Made?" Mrs Chasm arched one of her eyebrows. If he were lamia he would have mentioned a last name.
"Yes, milady."
"Can you tell me why my daughter would go off with a made vampire to San Francisco?"
"You wouldn't like it." Patrick answered.
"Answer."
"Soulmate principle."
Violet Chasm snorted, "I thought I taught my daughter better than that."
~*~
Java sat at the dinner table with the rest of the Chant family.
Edan continue to glare at her. Mrs Chant rolled her eyes at them and continued her conversation with her husband.
"Why are you so interested in who I marry?" Edan asked Java.
"It concerns me."
"Not a much as it concerns me."
"Oh please, all you have to is marry the poor girl."
"All I have to do? We're talking lifetime commitment here." Edan answered.
"Maybe she won't live that long," Java murmured under her breath.
"What was that?" snapped Edan.
"Maybe it won't be that long, there are things called divorces you know," Java purred.
"Yeah but I have a feeling this marriage, is for. . . " Edan trailed off," . . . something else. And not at all because Mother, Violet Chasm and you, Java are constantly scheming."
"Here, I was thinking you were blind," Java answered coolly, batting her eyelids that covered a pair of kaleidoscope eyes.
"No, I can see quite well actually. I wonder whatever gave you that impression?"
Java smiled bitterly and glared, 'Really,' she thought, 'you are an imbecile.'
~*~
"Stilleto, are you sure that you shouldn't go back," Rage asked earnestly.
"Oh, Rage, My mother's little thing is nothing to worry about."
"I was actually thinking about how this will affect your rep."
"And how is that?" Stiletto smiled, hands on hip.
"People might start to think you are a Daybreaker or something," Rage replied Morgead's earlier visit shock him a bit, if people were making queries about Stiletto maybe she should got back to her family.
"Oh what were you and Morgead referring to when he said he's not that kind of guy?"
"Never mind," Rage shook his head, that had been really embarrassing experience that he did not want to repeat ever again.
"I mind. Did something go on between you two?" Stiletto kept pressing, she loved to see people squirm.
"Loook, I'm not trying to get rid of you . . . I love you, but I think you should confront your mother,"
Stiletto snorted, "Yeah and end up married to some snobby proper . . ." she was searching for a way to end her sentence.
"Edan," Rage interrupted.
"What?" Stiletto looked at Rage a little shocked, she hadn't mentioned the snobby proper little bastard's name, (she figured out how to end her sentence). Yet here Rage was telling her.
"Uh, how did you know that?" she asked uncertainly.
"Um, how did I know you're engaged to Edan Chant. . . I dunno, lucky guess."
"Oh, *very* lucky." Stiletto glared, she felt her wicthfire leap to her hands,
"OK," Rage backed away. He didn't know this would get her so fired up. So he had done a little research not much only enough guess that answers to the questions inside his head that had been gnawing at him, "Do you think you could not aim that at me?"
"Maybe," she purred, "maybe not. Maybe you should tell me why you know that?"
"Maybe," Rage replied,
~Honey, please don't fry me~
"Why not?" Stiletto smiled cruelly.
"Uh, because I don't really think you want ashes for your soulmate,"
"And I don't want Edan Chant for my husband either, but you still haven't told me how and why you know that."
"Right, ok. . .um"
"Um?"
"Um do you need some help there?" came a light carefree voice.
"No, I can handle her," Rage replied to the girl who was standing in the doorframe
"Really cos y'know, I could always fry her into oblivion for you. Since you leave your front doors open and everything."
"That would explain how you got in," Stiletto turned around and found a blonde girl standing where she shouldn't be. She had an amazing grace about her, and her voice was sweet.
"Yeah, but I'm looking for some one that lives here."
"Well he won't be living here much longer," Stiletto answered with poison in her voice, fuchsia witchfire glowed around her hands that were cupped and poised at Rage.
"Oh, then I should talk to Christian now . . ." the girl replied.
"Chirstian," Stiletto arched one of her eyebrows, "really Rage, what were your parents thinking."
"They weren't," he glowered at the girl then at his soulmate whose witchfire faded. She was enjoying this too much.
"Rage?" the blonde looked confused, "Oh vamp name, get it now. Anyway I need to talk to Christian Spencer, I assume that's you."
Rage looked at the girl, she was so innocent, so pure and she wanted to talk to Christian Spencer.
"Spencer's dead. Died a long time ago." Rage answered coldly
"Then why was I told by Quinn to come here and talk to Christian Spencer?" the girl asked.
"Quinn?" Stiletto raised both of her eyebrows this time. "First at friendly visit from Morgy and Ash Redfern now a messenger from John Quinn, this week gets better and better."
"Morgead and Ash were here?" the blonde asked incredulously.
"Ah huh." Stilletto smiled looking all the while like a cat.
"You a witch?" Rage asked coming up behind Stiletto.
"You could say that." The girl bowed her head.
"What's that s'pose to mean?" Stiletto asked reaching to pinch the girl's chin to lift her head up when a panther pounced on her making her fall backwards landing on Rage.
"Iliana," the shifter hissed in half form a long velvety tail swishing in anger.
"Keller." The blonde glared at the shifter, "I killed a dragon. I think I can take care of myself."
Keller sighed and reverted back to her human form clad in a black jumpsuit.
"You must have a lot of confidence." Stiletto said getting up and brushing herself off. Rage got up of the floor fluidly as if he had never been there.
Keller snorted in contempt.
"And so polite too."
"Don't mind her, she's always been protective." Iliana smiled, Keller turned her glare to Iliana who shrugged.
"Get on with it." Keller said gruffly.
"I don't see why, I had to do it." Iliana muttered.
"You know Aradia had a vision."
"Fine."
"Wait a minute."
"Yes?" Iliana asked
"Didn't you say that you had message from Quinn?" Rage asked looking sideways at the girl trying to take in this girl who was dropping more names than clouds dropped raindrops when it stormed.
"Yeah?"
"Then what does a vision from the Maiden have to do with anything?"
"You were Christian Spencer right?"
"Yeah." Rag answered. "*Were*."
"Aradia had some vision about us meeting."
"And Quinn?" Stiletto asked.
"Used to know Rage as he now calls himself." Iliana sighed, "And he's calling in a favour."
"Oh god, I was hoping he might forget about that, being all good now and such."
"Quinn, forgetting?" Iliana laughed, "That guy's got a memory like an elephant."
"And what exactly is that favour?" Stiletto asked.
"Wait a minute missy," Keller stepped forward, "*Who are you*?"
"Excuse me?" Stiletto stepped back remembering before.
"Keller does it matter?" Iliana asked.
"Yes, it does." Keller said seriously in deadly tones.
Stiletto rolled her eyes, "Stiletto Chasm," She smiled pleasantly, "What are you, an ex-bouncer?"
"The best of the best." Keller replied obvious not happy with the witch in front of her and the witch behind was edging increasingly closer to joining her.
"In what?" Stiletto asked looking down her nose at Keller.
"Does she pass the test?" Iliana asked.
"No, but I s'pose she got to come to."
"Where?"
"To meet Quinn." Iliana answered.
"I'm sure this all makes sense in your world but meanwhile in reality-" Stiletto started.
"Please, reality. We live in a world where vampires, shifters, witches and worse things exist. That's reality and just because Keller here protects my ass, doesn't mean that Quinn won't kick it if 'Rage,' doesn't come back with me," Iilana returned doing air commas as she mentioned Rage's name.
"What are you? Mysterious messenger Barbie?" Stiletto asked ignoring the shock on Keller's face at Iliana's words and the swishing tail that had managed to appear.
"No, but I was wondering, what's it like to be named after a shoe?"
"What does that have to with anything?"
"Just wondering. Anyway, I really don't like Quinn when he's angry. Gets all moody and stuff." Iliana shuddered, "So please, come with us. You don't even have to sit next to Keller if you don't want. She'll sit in the front of the limo with Nissa. Honestly please. I really don't want to see Quinn angry. It's kinda disturbing."
"Wait a sec," Rage paused, "Quinn's not angry at me is he?"
Iliana smiled, "Not yet."
~*~
Shadow: A review! Yay! Thanks heaps, sorry I haven't updated. . .
Summary: See below
Disclaimer: The Night Word and all characters and theories associated with it belong to LJ Smith. Rage, Stiletto & Co are mine.
What happens when your plans for your children spiral wildly out of control leaving you with no say in there future?
How do you get them back into your power to make yourself more important? More powerful?
And how do you deflect all your parents carefully positioned manoeuvres and end up on top? Well I don't actually know, but I have a feeling we're about to find out.
Find out what happens to Rage the underdog of this unbelievably strange and twisted soap opera of a story, and whether or not his one true love, his soulmate the upper class witch Stiletto Chasm will stay with him forever or be forced to marry the tiresome but ever so devastatingly hansom Edan Chant who's bloodline is connected to the Harman's.
Or will she thwart the scheming plans of her mother Violet Chasm and her evil sycophant Patrick Lindese who is, by the way seriously deranged.
Will the seemingly small part to play self-obsessed Java Redfern actually be remembered and used in this story? Or will the strange cameos by your favour LJS stars make this story if I ever finish it any good? (No almost certainly not, but I can hope right?)
~*~
Violet Chasm looked the window onto her incredibly big estate. "Have you found her?"
The snivelling creature that was Patrick Lindese entered the room.
"San Francisco." He answered.
Violet snapped around, "With who?"
"A vampire called Rage."
"Made?" Mrs Chasm arched one of her eyebrows. If he were lamia he would have mentioned a last name.
"Yes, milady."
"Can you tell me why my daughter would go off with a made vampire to San Francisco?"
"You wouldn't like it." Patrick answered.
"Answer."
"Soulmate principle."
Violet Chasm snorted, "I thought I taught my daughter better than that."
~*~
Java sat at the dinner table with the rest of the Chant family.
Edan continue to glare at her. Mrs Chant rolled her eyes at them and continued her conversation with her husband.
"Why are you so interested in who I marry?" Edan asked Java.
"It concerns me."
"Not a much as it concerns me."
"Oh please, all you have to is marry the poor girl."
"All I have to do? We're talking lifetime commitment here." Edan answered.
"Maybe she won't live that long," Java murmured under her breath.
"What was that?" snapped Edan.
"Maybe it won't be that long, there are things called divorces you know," Java purred.
"Yeah but I have a feeling this marriage, is for. . . " Edan trailed off," . . . something else. And not at all because Mother, Violet Chasm and you, Java are constantly scheming."
"Here, I was thinking you were blind," Java answered coolly, batting her eyelids that covered a pair of kaleidoscope eyes.
"No, I can see quite well actually. I wonder whatever gave you that impression?"
Java smiled bitterly and glared, 'Really,' she thought, 'you are an imbecile.'
~*~
"Stilleto, are you sure that you shouldn't go back," Rage asked earnestly.
"Oh, Rage, My mother's little thing is nothing to worry about."
"I was actually thinking about how this will affect your rep."
"And how is that?" Stiletto smiled, hands on hip.
"People might start to think you are a Daybreaker or something," Rage replied Morgead's earlier visit shock him a bit, if people were making queries about Stiletto maybe she should got back to her family.
"Oh what were you and Morgead referring to when he said he's not that kind of guy?"
"Never mind," Rage shook his head, that had been really embarrassing experience that he did not want to repeat ever again.
"I mind. Did something go on between you two?" Stiletto kept pressing, she loved to see people squirm.
"Loook, I'm not trying to get rid of you . . . I love you, but I think you should confront your mother,"
Stiletto snorted, "Yeah and end up married to some snobby proper . . ." she was searching for a way to end her sentence.
"Edan," Rage interrupted.
"What?" Stiletto looked at Rage a little shocked, she hadn't mentioned the snobby proper little bastard's name, (she figured out how to end her sentence). Yet here Rage was telling her.
"Uh, how did you know that?" she asked uncertainly.
"Um, how did I know you're engaged to Edan Chant. . . I dunno, lucky guess."
"Oh, *very* lucky." Stiletto glared, she felt her wicthfire leap to her hands,
"OK," Rage backed away. He didn't know this would get her so fired up. So he had done a little research not much only enough guess that answers to the questions inside his head that had been gnawing at him, "Do you think you could not aim that at me?"
"Maybe," she purred, "maybe not. Maybe you should tell me why you know that?"
"Maybe," Rage replied,
~Honey, please don't fry me~
"Why not?" Stiletto smiled cruelly.
"Uh, because I don't really think you want ashes for your soulmate,"
"And I don't want Edan Chant for my husband either, but you still haven't told me how and why you know that."
"Right, ok. . .um"
"Um?"
"Um do you need some help there?" came a light carefree voice.
"No, I can handle her," Rage replied to the girl who was standing in the doorframe
"Really cos y'know, I could always fry her into oblivion for you. Since you leave your front doors open and everything."
"That would explain how you got in," Stiletto turned around and found a blonde girl standing where she shouldn't be. She had an amazing grace about her, and her voice was sweet.
"Yeah, but I'm looking for some one that lives here."
"Well he won't be living here much longer," Stiletto answered with poison in her voice, fuchsia witchfire glowed around her hands that were cupped and poised at Rage.
"Oh, then I should talk to Christian now . . ." the girl replied.
"Chirstian," Stiletto arched one of her eyebrows, "really Rage, what were your parents thinking."
"They weren't," he glowered at the girl then at his soulmate whose witchfire faded. She was enjoying this too much.
"Rage?" the blonde looked confused, "Oh vamp name, get it now. Anyway I need to talk to Christian Spencer, I assume that's you."
Rage looked at the girl, she was so innocent, so pure and she wanted to talk to Christian Spencer.
"Spencer's dead. Died a long time ago." Rage answered coldly
"Then why was I told by Quinn to come here and talk to Christian Spencer?" the girl asked.
"Quinn?" Stiletto raised both of her eyebrows this time. "First at friendly visit from Morgy and Ash Redfern now a messenger from John Quinn, this week gets better and better."
"Morgead and Ash were here?" the blonde asked incredulously.
"Ah huh." Stilletto smiled looking all the while like a cat.
"You a witch?" Rage asked coming up behind Stiletto.
"You could say that." The girl bowed her head.
"What's that s'pose to mean?" Stiletto asked reaching to pinch the girl's chin to lift her head up when a panther pounced on her making her fall backwards landing on Rage.
"Iliana," the shifter hissed in half form a long velvety tail swishing in anger.
"Keller." The blonde glared at the shifter, "I killed a dragon. I think I can take care of myself."
Keller sighed and reverted back to her human form clad in a black jumpsuit.
"You must have a lot of confidence." Stiletto said getting up and brushing herself off. Rage got up of the floor fluidly as if he had never been there.
Keller snorted in contempt.
"And so polite too."
"Don't mind her, she's always been protective." Iliana smiled, Keller turned her glare to Iliana who shrugged.
"Get on with it." Keller said gruffly.
"I don't see why, I had to do it." Iliana muttered.
"You know Aradia had a vision."
"Fine."
"Wait a minute."
"Yes?" Iliana asked
"Didn't you say that you had message from Quinn?" Rage asked looking sideways at the girl trying to take in this girl who was dropping more names than clouds dropped raindrops when it stormed.
"Yeah?"
"Then what does a vision from the Maiden have to do with anything?"
"You were Christian Spencer right?"
"Yeah." Rag answered. "*Were*."
"Aradia had some vision about us meeting."
"And Quinn?" Stiletto asked.
"Used to know Rage as he now calls himself." Iliana sighed, "And he's calling in a favour."
"Oh god, I was hoping he might forget about that, being all good now and such."
"Quinn, forgetting?" Iliana laughed, "That guy's got a memory like an elephant."
"And what exactly is that favour?" Stiletto asked.
"Wait a minute missy," Keller stepped forward, "*Who are you*?"
"Excuse me?" Stiletto stepped back remembering before.
"Keller does it matter?" Iliana asked.
"Yes, it does." Keller said seriously in deadly tones.
Stiletto rolled her eyes, "Stiletto Chasm," She smiled pleasantly, "What are you, an ex-bouncer?"
"The best of the best." Keller replied obvious not happy with the witch in front of her and the witch behind was edging increasingly closer to joining her.
"In what?" Stiletto asked looking down her nose at Keller.
"Does she pass the test?" Iliana asked.
"No, but I s'pose she got to come to."
"Where?"
"To meet Quinn." Iliana answered.
"I'm sure this all makes sense in your world but meanwhile in reality-" Stiletto started.
"Please, reality. We live in a world where vampires, shifters, witches and worse things exist. That's reality and just because Keller here protects my ass, doesn't mean that Quinn won't kick it if 'Rage,' doesn't come back with me," Iilana returned doing air commas as she mentioned Rage's name.
"What are you? Mysterious messenger Barbie?" Stiletto asked ignoring the shock on Keller's face at Iliana's words and the swishing tail that had managed to appear.
"No, but I was wondering, what's it like to be named after a shoe?"
"What does that have to with anything?"
"Just wondering. Anyway, I really don't like Quinn when he's angry. Gets all moody and stuff." Iliana shuddered, "So please, come with us. You don't even have to sit next to Keller if you don't want. She'll sit in the front of the limo with Nissa. Honestly please. I really don't want to see Quinn angry. It's kinda disturbing."
"Wait a sec," Rage paused, "Quinn's not angry at me is he?"
Iliana smiled, "Not yet."
~*~
Shadow: A review! Yay! Thanks heaps, sorry I haven't updated. . .