You know, it really helps to have a sense of it being one reader's opinion
of a fic when a review that is constructive criticism is given. I'm not
talking about the 'you suck and should just die' type of review, but ones
that actually say 'this is weird, if it were this way, it would make a lot
more sense' or 'I don't know if you realized this, but you misspelled a
character's name throughout your entire fic'.
So perhaps I should stop reviewing fics for people that I don't know,
because though I try to be helpful, I just get told how much of a bitch I
am and then flamed because of it.
Or maybe I should just get out of fanfiction and pursue my original novels
which no one reads because well, they're originals.
Anyway, here's another chapter of Dishonor, even though I've got this weird
Anderson/Ishtar/Vicious crossover going on in my mind.
Then again, it wouldn't be a Mary Sue or script-like fic, so I doubt anyone
would think it's worthy of their time.
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November 20
I have been following Devries for about a week now, and to my surprise, she is not dating anyone, but has instead started taking lessons from new instructors that live just outside of town.
I have only but caught glimpses of these new instructors, but there are three of them all total, and what looks like a woman, a man, and one that I just can't tell what gender it is.
It is truly ingenious as to how Devries works to get to these instructors without having the school or me know what is going on. She and I walk to school every morning, like we always have, and when we split up for classes, she heads toward the stairs to the lower level, starts down them, waits for the bell to ring, and then leaves the building, taking different busses to the house where her new instructors reside.
No one greets her at the door, and Devries picks the lock to let herself in, and I remain hidden in the bushes across the street to watch what happens during the day. I don't see too much of what goes on inside the house, as the curtains are always closed, but I can sometimes make out Devries' figure with that of one of the instructors, and sometimes they seem to be working on combat training, as there are sometimes gunshots from inside the house, and sometimes I can actually see Devries punching and kicking at the male instructor.
I would go inside after she leaves for the day, which she does about an hour before classes let out at my school so that she can meet me before we go home together, but there is something foreboding about that house. . . .I cannot explain it.
It is almost as if the house is holding some dark presence, yet Devries cannot or will not feel it as she continues her daily lessons in that place of evil. I would never like to go near that house ever again, and I need to go back to my classes before my instructors call Father, and then I will have to answer to him as to why I was not being a good student like my sister.
Perhaps Father sent her to do these lessons and I should not be worried. Maybe this is the reason we were sent to Belgium, since these instructors live here, and Devries needs to learn how to deal with the darkness that will consume her life when it is her turn to lead Hellsing.
I am looking forward to the Christmas Holiday, and I hope that Father says we can all spend time in the northern regions with Oma van Hellsing, because I love to take sled rides with Oma's horses, and then I can see my horse too! It has been ages since I have seen Ritmo, and I miss him quite a bit!
Maybe I will ask Devries if she wishes to go to Gronigen with me this holiday, because if she suggests the idea to Father, we will be there with no questions asked!
Anika
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November 20
I have been following Devries for about a week now, and to my surprise, she is not dating anyone, but has instead started taking lessons from new instructors that live just outside of town.
I have only but caught glimpses of these new instructors, but there are three of them all total, and what looks like a woman, a man, and one that I just can't tell what gender it is.
It is truly ingenious as to how Devries works to get to these instructors without having the school or me know what is going on. She and I walk to school every morning, like we always have, and when we split up for classes, she heads toward the stairs to the lower level, starts down them, waits for the bell to ring, and then leaves the building, taking different busses to the house where her new instructors reside.
No one greets her at the door, and Devries picks the lock to let herself in, and I remain hidden in the bushes across the street to watch what happens during the day. I don't see too much of what goes on inside the house, as the curtains are always closed, but I can sometimes make out Devries' figure with that of one of the instructors, and sometimes they seem to be working on combat training, as there are sometimes gunshots from inside the house, and sometimes I can actually see Devries punching and kicking at the male instructor.
I would go inside after she leaves for the day, which she does about an hour before classes let out at my school so that she can meet me before we go home together, but there is something foreboding about that house. . . .I cannot explain it.
It is almost as if the house is holding some dark presence, yet Devries cannot or will not feel it as she continues her daily lessons in that place of evil. I would never like to go near that house ever again, and I need to go back to my classes before my instructors call Father, and then I will have to answer to him as to why I was not being a good student like my sister.
Perhaps Father sent her to do these lessons and I should not be worried. Maybe this is the reason we were sent to Belgium, since these instructors live here, and Devries needs to learn how to deal with the darkness that will consume her life when it is her turn to lead Hellsing.
I am looking forward to the Christmas Holiday, and I hope that Father says we can all spend time in the northern regions with Oma van Hellsing, because I love to take sled rides with Oma's horses, and then I can see my horse too! It has been ages since I have seen Ritmo, and I miss him quite a bit!
Maybe I will ask Devries if she wishes to go to Gronigen with me this holiday, because if she suggests the idea to Father, we will be there with no questions asked!
Anika