Ack! A thousand apologies for leaving you hanging this long for an update.
There is a whole story involved. Here:
Once upon a time there was a mediocre fanfiction writer called switz who had somehow managed to gather a small following. switz was generally a nice person, and so tried to update semi-regularly. This was all well and good until she got busy. Still, she managed to write most of chapter 11, and all of chapter 2 of her other story. Then, she had to go away for the weekend. It's okay, she reasoned, I'll upload things once I get back. But once she got back, she was swamped. She didn't have time to do ANYTHING. And just when she got to the point where she wouldn't be busy anymore . . . she lost access to her computer for a week. But fortunately, switz got her computer back, and so long as she didn't become very lazy, she shouldn't be overly busy again for a long while. The End.
Well, I don't say it was a GOOD story. Anyway:
bella ~ Thanks for reviewing. I'm actually a nice person, if you can believe it. Don't worry about not reading the Disclaimer. I always read them, just because I was spoiled once and I was mad, but I shouldn't expect others to read them.
Beth ~ Aw, it's nothing. I like reviewing other people's stories. For Max, he doesn't need to kill to feed. He can just take as much as he needs and hypnotize the human to forget, and they'll be fine in a bit. As for Emma, yeah, I'd probably be screaming too if I found out I had cancer. I think I was trying to go for the absolutely stunned to the point she can't think anymore. Oh well. Thanks for your review!
Mrs. B ~ You keep changing your name on me. Am I supposed to be calling you something different now? ( Anyway, glad you like it, and I hope I'll be better at updating now.
Lesley ~ Wow! You're going to spoil me. My head is going to blow up and then it's going to explode and it won't be pretty. I mean, what can I say? I'm really glad that you liked my story, and I hope it stays up to your standards. The series is actually called the Night World series by L.J. Smith, and yeah, I totally stole the plot from book one, Secret Vampire and just tossed in the Lurlene McDaniel stuff. Honest.
Okay, here it is. Finally ::collapses::
Chapter 11
After dinner, Emma found herself drawn to the lobby where the picture of Jenny Crawford was. Jenny Crawford, who had been JWC, Richard Holloway's love, and the person Katie had named her daughter after (or so she had informed the others at dinner).
Jenny had bright blue eyes and raven black hair. She had posed for the portrait with a smile on her face, not giving a hint as to what troubles she had gone through. But Jenny hadn't had it easy. She had suffered from leukemia. Had she been in the same situation as me, Emma thought, I wonder what she would have done.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" Emma turned to see Mr. Holloway settle himself on a couch, "Whenever I'm feeling down, I come here to look at Jenny and it gives me such a sense of peace."
"Did Jenny want to live?" Emma asked.
"Who doesn't?" Mr. Holloway laughed, "She loved life."
"Would she have done anything to stay alive?" Emma blurted out.
Mr. Holloway cocked an eyebrow, "What do you mean by that?"
"Well," Emma said, carefully choosing her words, "Like what if her chance for life was to be turned into a vampire or something?"
"What a silly idea. Vampires don't exist," Mr. Holloway laughed.
"Well, yeah, I know that," Emma lied, "But this is a hypothetical situation we're talking about anyway. Let's make it completely crazy."
"IF vampires existed, and being turned into one was her chance for survival . . . no, I don't think she would, nor would I have wanted it for her."
"Why not?" Emma asked.
"What's the point of living, if the price is to lose your soul?" Mr. Holloway said, "I don't think Jenny would wish that fate on anyone."
It was pointless to tell him that she was pretty sure vampires HAD souls, after all, one was her soulmate. Instead, she just stared at the picture of Jenny. Just because something wasn't right for Jenny didn't mean it wasn't right for her, Emma told herself. We can't all be perfect angels. Some of us get to be nightmares.
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Over the next couple of days Katie's friends arrived. Lacey and her husband, Jeff, Megan and her boyfriend, Morgan, and Chelsea, who was the single lady of the group. Emma tried to steer clear of them, though they seemed quite interested in talking with all of the participants. Emma couldn't get enough free time to see Max again until Sunday.
"Will you be coming to church this morning?" Courtney asked Emma as they ate breakfast Sunday morning.
Emma shook her head. "I'll be staring here."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not the right religion," Emma explained, "Mr. Holloway only has Jenny Chapel set up for Protestant Christians. I'm Catholic."
"All right!" cheered Susanna, who was also Catholic. A Muslim girl, Fatima, who was sitting at the next table, smiled at them.
"If you say so," Courtney said doubtfully.
After breakfast, Courtney left for church with Mr. Holloway, the visitors, and a bunch of the other campers. Susanna led those of other religions into the lobby to play a game.
"Going to join us, Emma?" she asked.
"If you don't mind, I think I'll write a letter home," said Emma, feeling her soulmate's presence in her mind.
"No worries. I trust you to be alone."
"Gee, I feel so special," Emma said.
"You should," Susanna laughed, "Go on, write home."
Emma hurried to her dorm room where she saw Max lounging on the bed. Delighted, she pounced on top of him, laughing.
"Whoa, Emmykins!" he replied, "Having fun?"
"I am," she said, "And this vampire blood stuff has been making me feel better. I feel like it's fighting off all my cancer."
"It is, but don't forget, it's also fighting off your blood," he reminded her.
"Well, let's get on with this," Emma said bouncing up and down. The extra perkiness she'd had over the past few days had convinced her that she was making the right decision in the matter. She was almost excited to become a vampire, no matter what Jenny Crawford might think.
Max laughed, and soon he was drinking Emma's blood yet again. Emma reveled in the feeling. It was such a pure feeling of giving. What better gift could she bestow on her soulmate than to give him her blood, her own life force?
Max started to pull away when they heard it.
"Oh, Emma, how could you?"
Emma looked up, feeling a little woozy from the blood loss, to see Courtney standing in the doorway. Emma quickly covered the two rapidly healing bite marks on her neck and she saw Max surreptitiously wiping off his mouth.
"You skipped out of church for THIS? You know Mr. Holloway said that no pre- approved visitors were allowed. And you know how he feels about visiting boyfriends. And here you are, sneaking together, making out in the dorms. How COULD you?"
At least she only thinks we're making out instead of what we're really doing, Emma heard Max's voice in her head. She elbowed him.
"Courtney, it's not what it looks like . . ." she began.
"Emma and I had a specific reason we needed to see each other. And we're not done either. So if you wouldn't mind just leaving for a little while longer . . ."
Courtney screeched. The intensity made Emma cringe. "Not in MY room you're not. Don't even think about it!"
Oh great, Courtney had gotten a whole other idea from what Max had said, Emma thought with a sigh.
"And I CAN'T believe you're thinking about it, not when Emma's so sick! You could have hurt her! You could have killed her!"
"Court, you don't need to be so overprotective. I'm not made of glass," Emma muttered.
"I want you out of here now!" Courtney continued to yell at Max, "Get out and don't come back! This is our safe haven and we don't need it disturbed by the likes of you!"
Max looked hopeless to do anything. "Emmy . . . I'll see you later."
"Oh no you won't! You'll leave right now and you'll go straight home. I don't want to see you around again, and if I do, I will tell Mr. Holloway straight away."
Max looked pained as Courtney continued to drive him out the door.
Emma felt dizzy. She had given who knows how much blood, and not received any in return. That could not be a good sign. She laid down on her bed and cried bitterly, all her plans in shambles.
Once upon a time there was a mediocre fanfiction writer called switz who had somehow managed to gather a small following. switz was generally a nice person, and so tried to update semi-regularly. This was all well and good until she got busy. Still, she managed to write most of chapter 11, and all of chapter 2 of her other story. Then, she had to go away for the weekend. It's okay, she reasoned, I'll upload things once I get back. But once she got back, she was swamped. She didn't have time to do ANYTHING. And just when she got to the point where she wouldn't be busy anymore . . . she lost access to her computer for a week. But fortunately, switz got her computer back, and so long as she didn't become very lazy, she shouldn't be overly busy again for a long while. The End.
Well, I don't say it was a GOOD story. Anyway:
bella ~ Thanks for reviewing. I'm actually a nice person, if you can believe it. Don't worry about not reading the Disclaimer. I always read them, just because I was spoiled once and I was mad, but I shouldn't expect others to read them.
Beth ~ Aw, it's nothing. I like reviewing other people's stories. For Max, he doesn't need to kill to feed. He can just take as much as he needs and hypnotize the human to forget, and they'll be fine in a bit. As for Emma, yeah, I'd probably be screaming too if I found out I had cancer. I think I was trying to go for the absolutely stunned to the point she can't think anymore. Oh well. Thanks for your review!
Mrs. B ~ You keep changing your name on me. Am I supposed to be calling you something different now? ( Anyway, glad you like it, and I hope I'll be better at updating now.
Lesley ~ Wow! You're going to spoil me. My head is going to blow up and then it's going to explode and it won't be pretty. I mean, what can I say? I'm really glad that you liked my story, and I hope it stays up to your standards. The series is actually called the Night World series by L.J. Smith, and yeah, I totally stole the plot from book one, Secret Vampire and just tossed in the Lurlene McDaniel stuff. Honest.
Okay, here it is. Finally ::collapses::
Chapter 11
After dinner, Emma found herself drawn to the lobby where the picture of Jenny Crawford was. Jenny Crawford, who had been JWC, Richard Holloway's love, and the person Katie had named her daughter after (or so she had informed the others at dinner).
Jenny had bright blue eyes and raven black hair. She had posed for the portrait with a smile on her face, not giving a hint as to what troubles she had gone through. But Jenny hadn't had it easy. She had suffered from leukemia. Had she been in the same situation as me, Emma thought, I wonder what she would have done.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" Emma turned to see Mr. Holloway settle himself on a couch, "Whenever I'm feeling down, I come here to look at Jenny and it gives me such a sense of peace."
"Did Jenny want to live?" Emma asked.
"Who doesn't?" Mr. Holloway laughed, "She loved life."
"Would she have done anything to stay alive?" Emma blurted out.
Mr. Holloway cocked an eyebrow, "What do you mean by that?"
"Well," Emma said, carefully choosing her words, "Like what if her chance for life was to be turned into a vampire or something?"
"What a silly idea. Vampires don't exist," Mr. Holloway laughed.
"Well, yeah, I know that," Emma lied, "But this is a hypothetical situation we're talking about anyway. Let's make it completely crazy."
"IF vampires existed, and being turned into one was her chance for survival . . . no, I don't think she would, nor would I have wanted it for her."
"Why not?" Emma asked.
"What's the point of living, if the price is to lose your soul?" Mr. Holloway said, "I don't think Jenny would wish that fate on anyone."
It was pointless to tell him that she was pretty sure vampires HAD souls, after all, one was her soulmate. Instead, she just stared at the picture of Jenny. Just because something wasn't right for Jenny didn't mean it wasn't right for her, Emma told herself. We can't all be perfect angels. Some of us get to be nightmares.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Over the next couple of days Katie's friends arrived. Lacey and her husband, Jeff, Megan and her boyfriend, Morgan, and Chelsea, who was the single lady of the group. Emma tried to steer clear of them, though they seemed quite interested in talking with all of the participants. Emma couldn't get enough free time to see Max again until Sunday.
"Will you be coming to church this morning?" Courtney asked Emma as they ate breakfast Sunday morning.
Emma shook her head. "I'll be staring here."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not the right religion," Emma explained, "Mr. Holloway only has Jenny Chapel set up for Protestant Christians. I'm Catholic."
"All right!" cheered Susanna, who was also Catholic. A Muslim girl, Fatima, who was sitting at the next table, smiled at them.
"If you say so," Courtney said doubtfully.
After breakfast, Courtney left for church with Mr. Holloway, the visitors, and a bunch of the other campers. Susanna led those of other religions into the lobby to play a game.
"Going to join us, Emma?" she asked.
"If you don't mind, I think I'll write a letter home," said Emma, feeling her soulmate's presence in her mind.
"No worries. I trust you to be alone."
"Gee, I feel so special," Emma said.
"You should," Susanna laughed, "Go on, write home."
Emma hurried to her dorm room where she saw Max lounging on the bed. Delighted, she pounced on top of him, laughing.
"Whoa, Emmykins!" he replied, "Having fun?"
"I am," she said, "And this vampire blood stuff has been making me feel better. I feel like it's fighting off all my cancer."
"It is, but don't forget, it's also fighting off your blood," he reminded her.
"Well, let's get on with this," Emma said bouncing up and down. The extra perkiness she'd had over the past few days had convinced her that she was making the right decision in the matter. She was almost excited to become a vampire, no matter what Jenny Crawford might think.
Max laughed, and soon he was drinking Emma's blood yet again. Emma reveled in the feeling. It was such a pure feeling of giving. What better gift could she bestow on her soulmate than to give him her blood, her own life force?
Max started to pull away when they heard it.
"Oh, Emma, how could you?"
Emma looked up, feeling a little woozy from the blood loss, to see Courtney standing in the doorway. Emma quickly covered the two rapidly healing bite marks on her neck and she saw Max surreptitiously wiping off his mouth.
"You skipped out of church for THIS? You know Mr. Holloway said that no pre- approved visitors were allowed. And you know how he feels about visiting boyfriends. And here you are, sneaking together, making out in the dorms. How COULD you?"
At least she only thinks we're making out instead of what we're really doing, Emma heard Max's voice in her head. She elbowed him.
"Courtney, it's not what it looks like . . ." she began.
"Emma and I had a specific reason we needed to see each other. And we're not done either. So if you wouldn't mind just leaving for a little while longer . . ."
Courtney screeched. The intensity made Emma cringe. "Not in MY room you're not. Don't even think about it!"
Oh great, Courtney had gotten a whole other idea from what Max had said, Emma thought with a sigh.
"And I CAN'T believe you're thinking about it, not when Emma's so sick! You could have hurt her! You could have killed her!"
"Court, you don't need to be so overprotective. I'm not made of glass," Emma muttered.
"I want you out of here now!" Courtney continued to yell at Max, "Get out and don't come back! This is our safe haven and we don't need it disturbed by the likes of you!"
Max looked hopeless to do anything. "Emmy . . . I'll see you later."
"Oh no you won't! You'll leave right now and you'll go straight home. I don't want to see you around again, and if I do, I will tell Mr. Holloway straight away."
Max looked pained as Courtney continued to drive him out the door.
Emma felt dizzy. She had given who knows how much blood, and not received any in return. That could not be a good sign. She laid down on her bed and cried bitterly, all her plans in shambles.