Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Shannara Series and "The Shannara Chronicles", "Star Wars", Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, The Unicorn Chronicles, Ella Enchanted, The Snow Queen, and "Moana". They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Terry Brooks, George Lucas, Disney, Douglas Abrams, Bruce Coville, Gail Carson Levine, and Hans Christian Andersen. All other canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.
Inspiration for Fanfic: Disney's "Frozen 2", "Aladdin" (2019 version), etc. The way vampires heal their wounds came from an rp I did with DoctorWhovian18 and WingedIceWolf.
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Welcome to the final part of my fanfiction mini-trilogy, Journey to First Base, part of my Origin Series and my Long Series. :)
This one took some time to figure out where to start, which characters would begin this fanfic, and where it's heading. I have this idea in my head of what's about to happen, but everything else is a mystery. Let's sure hope this mystery gets resolved soon. :)
But one thing is clear: we're heading back to the Kingdom of Aster, which is about to get a name change.
So, without further ado, I present: Journey to First Base.
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Elijah Molvaro looked down at his drink. His orange soda fizzled, making it nearly impossible for him to drink the punch. What was in it? Some alcoholic beverage that he wasn't supposed to drink? What did Maranguan put in the punch bowl?
Elijah's appearance resembled Frodo Baggins and Parker Dooley when Parker was in his human/hobbit form. Tonight, Elijah wore a royal blue jacket, a blue waistcoat, a white dress shirt, and royal blue breeches. To be honest, he stood out at this party, of which he noticed his girlfriend, the brunette-haired Cynthia Mordred Jensen not dancing with the rest of their guests.
It was a shame. He liked Cynthia, but ever since they got to Blackburg Castle, they were drifting apart. Elijah had to fix this, before their relationship fell completely apart. He didn't get why they were drifting from each other. He needed to know the truth. And he found it, when he saw Cynthia dancing with a horned draconian creature.
"Having trouble with her?" Amethyst, another brunette-haired woman in Elijah's life, interrupted him. "I would leave it alone. She looks happy."
"Yeah, she does," Elijah said, realizing he was losing Cynthia either way. He looked around until Cynthia approached him with her new mate. "Cynthia, who is this?"
"His name is Hansel. We're kind of meant to be together," Cynthia said.
"Hmm. Then I suppose this is where we part ways," Elijah said, hurting.
"Will you be all right?" Cynthia asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Elijah smiled, hurting still. "You should go with him."
"Thank you," Cynthia said, kissing Elijah on the cheek. She turned to Hansel, telling him, "Come on. We should head back to the party."
"Good luck," Hansel said, leaving Elijah and Amethyst alone.
"Oh, we're not dating," Amethyst said, realizing she and Elijah were left alone. "Oh, crude. I suppose they'll make a lovely couple."
"So, how about you and Ronnie? You getting along?" Elijah asked, curiously. They sat down, at which Elijah saw the hurting in Amethyst's eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Ronnie broke up with me. Or I broke up with him. It didn't work out," Amethyst said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Elijah said, holding her hand. "I wish there was something I could do." His eyes widened the second Amethyst kissed him. The moment was intense, something he didn't expect. The second she broke away, Elijah pulled her in. He hadn't expected to feel sparks between them. It was incredible! He smiled, the moment they released. He sighed, grateful to have won her heart. "Maybe sometime we could try dating. How about it?"
Amethyst sighed, resting her head against his chest. "I'd like that, very much."
"Good. Then it's settled," Elijah said with a heavy heart.
"You'll be okay. I know you will. Don't worry. If anyone steps in-between us, I'll keep watch over you and the girl," Amethyst said.
"You're serious? Who'd want me, besides you?" Elijah asked, curiously.
"Well, you never know," Amethyst said. "I'm just lucky to have found you when I could."
Elijah nodded. "Me too." He said with a heavy sigh, wrapping an arm around Amethyst and not letting her go.
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Parker Dooley, a light red male dragonoid with a keen interest in the human woman Eliza Bowler Dooley, his wife, approached the scarred light red male dragonoid Maranguan. Maranguan was Parker Dooley's dark lord counterpart, who wanted nothing better to do than to get back at Vitiate/Valkorion for betraying them and trying to kill them, around the time when Parker was Maranguan and Maranguan was born from the Dark Side of the Force.
Now, Parker wanted nothing better to do than to stay out of Maranguan's revenge. Hopefully, this autumn festival could convince Maranguan it wasn't worth it.
"Ah! Parker, enjoying yourself?" Maranguan said with a warm smile.
"Listen, I don't want to be involved in your revenge plot. We separated for a reason. So, now, you go do what you want and leave me alone," Parker hissed, making his way back to Eliza.
"Ooh! I would watch your soul tonight. I expect one dance, and it will go nuts," Maranguan said with a smile.
Parker rolled his eyes. He approached Eliza, grabbing her arm, "Come with me." He led her out to the dance floor, surprised at how his spirit and soul seemed to be working against him or rather for him. Either way, the next dance he did with Eliza, he could hardly control himself. His body moved uncontrollably, leading him to do various dances he didn't know he could do. He looked at Maranguan before he stopped being the center of attention. By the time the dance ended, Parker led Eliza away from the dance floor.
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Frodo Baggins bit down on the side of Bethany's neck, nibbling and sucking her blood. They had finished eating supper and were now enjoying drinking each other's blood. Most of the time, Frodo toppled her in bed, leading Bethany to giggle as he sucked her blood.
Frodo grinned in satisfaction, giggling as he said, "You like that? I have more." He said, diving in and drinking more of her blood.
Bethany sighed, moaning. She was lost in Frodo's kisses. She was his wife and she loved him as much as he loved her. These were passionate kisses that neither one could ignore. Bethany closed her eyes, falling for him as he kissed her and drank her blood. More than anything, she wanted to be his, as much as he wanted to be hers.
Frodo finished drinking her blood, kissing her wounds while drinking some blood that was about to drip off Bethany's shoulder. He sniffed her, loving his wife's scent and the way she fell into his embrace after he finished drinking her blood. He sighed, kissing his wife on the temple, knowing this was the best honeymoon he ever had.
They had both been single, before their wedding took place. Now, they were husband and wife, but also vampires. Somehow, in some way, Frodo didn't want to be anything more. If Aslan could bend the rules for vampires, then Frodo knew he could stay a vampire and a shapeshifter whenever he wanted to. Somehow, just looking at his wife's calm expression proved his point. He loved her for that. They were both vampires, but he wondered if he could get Bethany to shapeshift, too.
Hmm. It was worth a try.
The moment Frodo finished kissing Bethany's wounds, he collapsed on the bed, his head landing on the pillow. Bethany followed him, leading Frodo to wrap his arms around her. He smiled, kissing her temple. They were happy. That was all that counted.
"Frodo, this couldn't be a more perfect moment," Bethany said with a sigh.
Frodo chuckled. "I know. No one here to bother us." He sighed, saddened by this news. He wanted to be around Parker Dooley and his friends, their friends. Somehow, he missed them, but how was he and Bethany to control the vampirism? It was a good question. Maybe he would get the answers he needed soon enough.
He sighed, resting his head on top of Bethany's. He closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep and dreaming of nothing else except himself and his wife kissing intensely in their bed chamber, while it was still dark outside.
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Parker led Eliza over to an empty table. This table had a painted vase as its centerpiece, with purple lilacs nestled inside the vase. Parker looked at his wife, hoping she was okay. He sniffed her, wanting to drink her blood.
Ever since Parker got turned into a vampire, thanks to Frodo and Bethany doing this to him, for him, Parker's only desire was to drink his wife's blood. Eliza did smell good.
"Parker, what happened to you?" Eliza asked, closing her eyes. She melted in his arms, unsure what was happening of her. Was this normal? "Why do I feel like you've turned vampiric? Parker, do you know?"
Parker smiled, kissing her temple. "Frodo turned me into a vampire. So, I have this to my list of talents, abilities, as it were."
Eliza sighed, falling for his embrace.
"Breathe, my love. You'll be safe," Parker said, diving for the side of her neck and drinking some of her blood. He transformed into a human/hobbit, sinking his teeth into her flesh, not stopping until he was full. It wasn't to kill his wife, for she was still alive, but she was lost in his embrace as he kissed her wounds and healed them, with a simple kiss. "Come with me."
Eliza nodded, causing Parker to pick her up, carrying her away, out of the ballroom and into their bed chamber. Maranguan watched the couple leave with glowing eyes. More than anything, he wanted someone to love him, but where could he find his Eliza? That was a good question.
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Frodo opened his eyes, hearing Parker and Eliza in the next bed chamber. Frodo smiled, knowing this was a fun night for all.
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