I'm ba- ack! With Nessa's chapter! Lol I decided to do something different. From now on, Im taking a scenario out of the book and that will be the short story line. This is from the first book when Stanton was taking Vanessa to save Catty. Also, SEE BOTTOM OF PAGE after reading. Thank you.
Naïve Vanessa
Stanton, having recovered from the last chapter, walked slowly over the grass, still desperately trying to pump water out of his ears. He had no idea what had come over him. Turning the corner, he realized his purpose for being there. Vanessa sat under the shadow of a Jacaranda tree, shadows billowing gently over her form. He smirked. The Atrox had taken Catty and in exchange for her, Vanessa had agreed to meet him here. He flipped his blonde locks back, in attempt to brush the hair out of his eyes.
Plus it was the first book, and he wanted to make a sexy impression.
"You came!" he smiled, advancing on her. That is until she jumped a good ten feet in the air, completely defying Newton's law of gravity.
Stanton glanced around, searching for her. "Vanessa!"
"Oh my Gaaaaaaaaaaaawd!" Her head poked out of the tree. "You like totally scared me!" She tumbled drunkenly out of the tree and stood without a scratch, giggles echoing from her lips.
He cocked an eyebrow. "Are you done yet?"
More giggles. "You're so funny! Look! I bought you flowers!" She held out a big bouquet of white roses.
"… er…" he swallowed hard, looking about for wherever she might have pulled the roses from. "What about Catty?"
She laughed and pulled out another bouquet. "Don't worry! I have one for her too, silly!"
He stared at her, dumbfounded.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Don't like the color?"
"I-"
She wasn't listening. His eyes widened as she dumped an array of different color bouquets at his feet. "Pink, Yellow, Orange, Green, Purple, Blue, Black, Gold…" Another appeared in her grasp. "And now in Magenta!"
He looked down, unable to see his feet. "Don't you have any normal colors? Like red?"
"Red is the devil…" she whispered, her bottom lip quivering. He gulped.
"I try to do good for you!" she cried. "I buy you flowers and dress nice!"
He took in her restrictive scuba diving outfit.
"AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?"
"Vanessa!" he snarled, fighting the urge to cross her over and be done with it. "This is not a date!"
Confusion flooded her features. "It's not?"
He gave her a look that quite oviously said: "Duh".
"What day is it?"
"Thursday"
She clasped her hands together. "Ohhhh! I totally got the dates mixed up!"
"Obviously", he growled. "Then are we saving Catty or not?"
"Wait!" Vanessa cried. "Let me change!" She grabbed a fist full of her scuba diving outfit and tore it off, the material tearing apart to reveal the shimmering blue dress worn on the cover.
He gasped. How did she do that? He was Stanton, dammit. And even he couldn't do that.
She tossed her golden hair back and a sudden wind took to it. "Okay! I'm ready!"
She started to skip his way. "Sooooooo! Where are we going?"
"To save Catty?" He scratched the back of his head.
"No, silly! I mean, where?" she giggled and pulled out an apple pie. "For you! I made it allll by my lonesome!"
He sighed. "I thought it was clear that this isn't a date".
She rolled her eyes. "This isn't a date pie! I always bake pies for guys who kidnap my best friend and lure me into a trap that they know I'm stupid enough to fall in! This-" She pulled out a blueberry pie. "Is my date pie".
Handing the last pie to a homeless person, she pranced down the street.
"How are we getting there?"
He pointed to a slick, black vehicle and she started to tremble. Riding in cars... with boys?
"It looks… so dark in there".
"Get in the car".
"What's that?" she pointed a shaky finger at a zip lock bag with a green, grassy substance inside.
"Get in the car, Vanessa".
"My mommy told me never to get in the car with strangers!"
"Well, she's not here, is she?" he asked, pushing her into the passenger seat and running around to the other side to jump in.
"LET ME GO!" she shrieked.
"I don't think so"
"WELL, AT LEAST PUT YOUR SEAT BELT ON!"
He furrowed his eyebrows, but decided not to question her and clicked on his belt. "Happy?"
"Indubitably".
He moved a few inches away and began to start the car.
She turned and wrestled anxiously in her seat. "I'm bored. Where's the music?"
He pushed a button on the radio dial and heavy metal blasted through the speakers.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she bellowed. "MAKE IT STOP!" She karate kicked the radio and it blew up in Stanton's face. Losing control of the car, he careened off of a cliff. Well almost. Vanessa glanced over the edge to see rocks tumbling to the ground. They were tipped over the HOLLYWOOD sign.
"Heeheeheehee!" she giggled. "I've always wanted to come here"
"WHAT?"
"I said, I've always wanted to come here" She leaned over on his shoulder and smiled. "This is the best date ever, Stanton". A pie appeared in her hand.
"It's not a date" he sighed.
"Then what is it?" she asked stupidly.
"I'm the guy who kidnapped your best friend to lure you into a trap that I knew you'd be stupid enough to fall in? Remember?"
"Is that all I am to you?"
"Yes", he said simply.
"Then why did you bring me here? GAWD! You tease!" She crossed her arms, angry at him.
He sighed in relief that she had shut up. Picking up a pie, he started to bite into it, when Vanessa snatched it from his grasp and tossed a carrot at him.
"… bitch…"
She gasped. "You… you bad bad man!"
"That's it!" Taking her by the arm, he stared into her eyes and pulled her forward into his memories.
"But they're good for yoooooooooooooooooooooooooo- oomph!" She suddenly fell into a stone room, sunlight pouring in through the window. She stood up and stared into the horizon. Then turning back around, she spotted a little boy sitting on the bed, playing with a rattle.
"Oooooooooh!" she cooed. "Aren't you cute?"
"Father!" he called. "Where fort art thou?"
"Whatta?"
"Under yonder window breaks!"
She bent her head down and he smacked her upside the head with the rattle. "OW!"
"Heheheheheheheheheheh".
She rubbed at the sore spot before turning around to see a tall man who strangely resembled Stanton entering the room. He reached for the boy.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed. She expected the boy to do the same but he just sat there.
"COME ON!" she begged him, pulling his arm.
"My word!" he glared at her and continued to shake his rattle.
"Please?"
"Well, I never!"
"Aren't you to old to be playing with that thing?" She snatched it from him and he gasped.
"You bitch!" he cried, nearly knocking her off of her feet. "WAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
She picked him up and ran out of the room, despite the tall man's pleas, whoever the hell he was.
"Thou art mad!"
She raced down the stairs and screamed as a group of shadows approached them. Turning around, she continued backwards towards another row of stairs.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"We are to the East and they are to the West!"
"What?"
"Thou art mistaken!"
"What?"
"YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY, BITCH!"
"Huh?"
Vanessa looked up to see the darkness overshadowing them. IT reached out and took the boy.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO! You bitch! You biiitch!"
He disappeared and a hand took her by the shoulder and she was pulled back into reality.
"Stanton!" she screamed, seeing him there in the driver's seat. "Let me guess! You brought me back in hopes of thanking me for saving your life!"
He boiled in anger.
"Er… Stanton?" She inched up onto the dashboard. His eyes widened.
"Vanessa! No!"
The car cascaded over the edge.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU BITCH! YOU BIIITCH!"
"AHHH!" she wailed as they bounced down Hollywood hill and finally fell on Britney Spears. "Oops, I did-"
"My car!"
"Britney!"
"COME ON! IT COULD EXPLODE ANY MINUTE!" He shoved her roughly towards a club, standing only a few yards away. Strobe light enveloped them as they walked in to meet a less than happy Serena and Jimena.
"WHOA!" Vanessa once again sailed ten feet in the air, but this time, she crumple back down, there being a ceiling and all…
When she came to minutes later, Jimena confronted her.
"Chica, where have you been? We had to fight the Atrox without you!"
Vanessa smiled dreamily. "I was with Stanton"
Serena's interest struck up like a match. "What do you mean?"
"Well first", she boasted. "I gave him flowers. Then he took me on a joyride and we went to Hollywood Hills. That's when he took me in his memory and I held him while he was screaming. We killed Britney Spears". She stopped to say a prayer. "And now were here! Fun, huh?"
"Stanton…" Serena's eyes flashed red.
"N- no! You don't under-"
Smack!
"Stand…"
You guys aren't having some cursed affair that I won't find out about until later on in the series are you?"
"No. Why would you say that?" They both answered hastily, wondering how she knew.
"Just wondering". She grinned. "Time to save Catty!"
"I'm right here, Vanessa!" Catty smiled.
"Don't be silly, Catty. I have to save you".
"But I'm er… right here".
"Now, don't you worry. I'll be done in a minute". She walked towards a huge group of followers.
"Vanessa!"
"I can't heeeeaaaaaar you".
They all watched as Vanessa was dragged into the group in horror. Tymmie emerged a few minutes later, a satisfied smile on his face. "She's dead".
The daughters all stared in disbelief.
Stanton hit the wall in anger. "You idiot! You weren't supposed to kill her! The Atrox wants her alive! Where is she?
Tymmie pointed outside. "They just loaded her into your car".
"My car?"
"Yeah. Karyl parked it next to the club".
Stanton looked around to see his car trembling violently. He took Serena by the arm, his eyes widening. "RUN!"
Everyone screamed in terror and started to rush in the opposite direction. The car was on fire now, burnt paint flying off in every direction. They ran to the door. Past the stage. Into the next room. Towards the door and-
Too late.
BOOM!
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU BITCH! YOU BIIITCH!"
Sorry if it sucked. Writers block. So anyway, please vote on the next chapter like this:
If you haven't noticed already, the characters in my chapters are based on the former chapter. For example, because Stanton was the stereotype in the last chapter, he was the main sane person in this one. Vanessa will be the main sane person in the next. The question is, who should be the stereotype? Please vote on it. If there is no book scenario with the character of your choice, I will create one. Thank you!