ULTRA-SPECIAL IMPORTANT A/N!!!: Hello! Listen, just a quick explanation as to why I posted this chapter last weekend and then took it off; my document uploader was acting freakish and everything came out looking like a blob! I know I've had six more reviews since I tried to first post this: you guys'll get your dedications, too. In the next Gone Drabbles! (which should be coming out in the next couple of days) I will recognize all my reviewers. Now, I would just like to officially apologize to any and everyone who tried to read the screwed up version of this chapter last week...seriously, I'm so embarrassed. Okay, get to reading and reviewing now!

A/N: Wow! Two reviews already? I feel so loved.

Anyway, enjoy these next few drabbles. I think they're slightly more normal than the last few….aw, heck, who am I kidding? They're all weird as hell. But, so am I, so it's all good. R&R!

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Dedication: To Miss Rouge Apple, hippychiKK, hayley-soren, and many others for reviewing and favoriting my story. You people rock.

Encyclopedia:

We're in the library, Albert and I. We've been reading for the past few hours, trying to figure out how to develop a government and run it properly in FAYZ society. My eyelids are beginning to droop, and I'm starting to doze, when Albert picks up a strand of my hair. He holds it between his fingers and studies it; suddenly I'm awake.

"You…" he whispers. "You have really pretty hair." Self-consciously, Albert lets go. He goes back to reading from his encyclopedia, and I do as well.

Hours later, I think about what he did. How he held my hair, like it was delicate and precious, as though it were a piece of art…he thinks it's more than pretty. I know it. I also know that I like it when he thinks such things.

I think of telling Sam this. I think of spilling my heart out to him, telling him all of my secrets…

But, really, there's no reason to. No reason at all.

Masochist:

Taylor doesn't know why she does it. But, every day, without fail, she is there, watching. She watches practice from noon to three. Because, just as she is, the object of her affections is there as well.

Taylor watches with wide eyes as Dekka defies gravity, letting rocks float above her, pulling her legs under her, hovering in mid-air. Her eyes are radiant and she is laughing. Dekka's laughing is such a beautiful thing. Taylor wishes that she could carry the sound around; that she could bottle it up some how and take it with her...

Stop! she screams at herself. Taylor shakes her head. She really shouldn't get so lost in her fantasies.

After all, that's all they are, all they'll ever be. Dekka is straight. Dekka likes boys.

I mean , she thinks, there's no way she could ever love me….

The taste of flesh:

The whip comes down hard on Diana's cheek. She refuses to cry out; refuses to show any emotion. Not because it doesn't hurt. Only to please him.

Drake lowers his whip-hand. He watches as Diana stares straight ahead, her empty face betraying nothing. After a moment he smiles and caresses her red cheek.

"Good, Diana. Very good."

And then he's kissing her cheek, the one he hurt. His lips stray east, and soon they are on her mouth, hard and passionate. His whip loops itself possessively around her waist. His fingers trace the outline of her body greedily; he wants a reaction. He gets one.

Through it all Diana says nothing, not a word. But all she wants to do is scream.

Angel:

Hunter watches her through the bushes. She's beautiful; her golden hair brushes her shoulders, her pale skin shines, her blue eyes glow; she is perfection. Hunter knows it.

He watches as she and her younger brother walk through his woods, picking berries. He hears her laugh; it sounds like wind chimes. Soon she's singing. It's a beautiful sound, even better than when she speaks. Hunter sits back, listening.

Long after they've gone, Hunter is happy. He's happy because he knows, sometime soon, the Angel named Mary will be his.

So…was that last one too creepy? I got chills just from writing it. Let me know what you think in a review! You can also suggest possible pairings for my next set of drabbles. However, please try to be sensible about your pairings. Something like Patrick/Zil I won't do. But, if suggest something like Patrick/Pack Leader, and I might be able to do it. Hey, that's actually not a bad idea… R&R!