ANFTA:
Me: Finally. Chapter seven. Maybe now Myself will stop talking
about word counts…
Myself: 15 WORDS!!
Me: Well now… I guess not…
Myself: 25 words!!!
Me: -shakes head-
Daymond: Oh dear. I guess she can give Jessey a run for her money.
Jessey: Huh?
Daymond: Nothing. Go back stage.
Jessey: WHY???
Daymond: Because I said so.
Jessey: FINE!! –stalks out of room (well not really, only to the
couch)-
Me: Anyhoo…its now officially chapter 7 time!
Myself: 78 WORDS!!
Me: -glares- Moving on…

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"So, Zene…" Theresa walked a full circle around her.

"Theresa?" Atlanta asked.

"Jeans. T-shirts. Tank tops. Sweaters. Anything else? Ah, hairstyling, highlights… " Theresa told Atlanta, who took off to find the clothes that Theresa suggested.

"Zene, Zene, Zene…what else do you need…?" the redhead tapped her chin.

"Uhm, Theresa? I'm not so sure about this..."

"What's not to be sure of? I mean, come on! You have a great figure, even if you are a bit short. You'll look good in anything, I'm sure of it." Theresa said absently, waving her hand dismissively. "Besides - You'll get arrested for not wearing proper clothing."

"But, Theresa," Zene whimpered, rubbing her arm shyly. "I'm not some sort of doll... I can pick out my own clothing..."

Theresa scoffed, "Now, now. What do you take me for? Atlanta will be able to pick clothing out better than me anyway - that's why she ran off to get it. I'm just in charge of putting it together."

"I'd rather have just... black and white clothing though..." Zene murmured softly, looking at the ground. "Monochromatic is more pleasing.."

"Monochromatic is dull. Besides - your hair's all ready white. How old are you anyway?"

"Well, in your years, sixteen. In elf years..." Zene smirked shyly, "I'm at least eighty or so."

"You're kidding!"

"I don't... kid."

"I have clothes for Zene!" Atlanta yelled, running back to Theresa and Zene. The sleeve of a white silk shirt instantly caught Theresa's eye. Smiling broadly, she picked it up and examined it, and then she held it up to Zene.

"I think that this will turn out just fine..." Theresa said slyly, as she handed the shirt to Atlanta and continued to sift through the mounds of clothing.

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Daymond held Aurora tightly, thriving off of her warmth. He was perpetually cold, due to the way he had been... preserved... by spell casters when he had been created. That, and Aurora smelled simply delicious, and he was enjoying tormenting Archie and Jay with his... descriptive flirting. Archie was not amused, to say the very least.

"...I want to trail the tips of my fingers down your stomach, caress your sides. Kiss your hips, perhaps? Maybe even your collar bone... then perhaps I should nibble a bit, suck a bit, sample your neck, your earlobe, your tongue..." Daymond purred in Aurora's ear, but it was definitely loud enough for Neil, Archie and Jay to hear; Jessey and Jarred were used to this flirting and were now arguing over the importance of... earplugs.

"Earplugs are an essential portion of everyday life!" Jessey wailed, shaking Jarred frantically. Jarred could feel the onset of a headache approaching fast. Maybe if he had earplugs right now, he could ignore Jessey.

"You don't need earplugs, Jessey." Jarred sighed heavily, fighting the enormous urge to throw up as Jessey began to shake him even more violently. He needed some pepto bismal or something. And fast.

"If Odysseus hadn't had earplugs, the Sirens would have killed him!"

"If you had a bigger mouth, the whole world would hear you!"

"Well, if you had longer hair, you'd look more like a girl than Aurora!"

"And if you weren't so obnoxious, you'd have a boyfriend!" Jarred broke free of Jessey's iron grip and fell to the ground, holding his head. "I swear. You need to just calm down. Breathe in, breathe out." Amazingly, and luckily for Jarreds case, Jessey calmed down and began to listen to him.

"My gods, Aurora, if you weren't so... f..u--" Daymond started, but was cut off by Archie.

"Now you just stop right there, you perverted bastard! That is no way to talk to a lady of such grace as Aurora!" Neil complained loudly. Daymond smirked darkly, looking every bit as gorgeous as the Demi God of the Undead he was and the Vampires he could create at will were.

"Hmm... I could... but she is mine, after all. Besides. You're a mortal, Archie. You won't be able to... 'pleasure' her for all eternity like I will.." Daymond was lost to his hormones for a while, Aurora knew, but she was partially addicted to the tone he was using in his voice. Now she knew why Vampires were so hard to resist - their creator passed that little hint of himself into them as well.

"Oh now THAT does it, Daymond!" Jessey growled, pulling on his ear. "You need to calm down! You ALWAYS get like this after being in your 'berserker' mode! Go wait by the car."

Daymond glared at Jessey and stood up, pulling Aurora with him. He could continue his... seductions... elsewhere.

Herry, who had been ignoring everything, looked up at Odie. "How long do you think it's going to take them to find clothes for Zene?" He asked, looking in the direction the three girls had gone anxiously. Odie snickered.

"Relax, Romeo. Everything will be fine. They'll be coming soon." Odie shrugged, stretching. Herry's face suddenly brightened with a smile.

"There they are!" He whispered excitedly, fighting the urge to stand up and run over to the elf that he hardly knew. Odie just laughed harder.

"Ahem!" Theresa coughed when they were closer to the group. "May I… reintroduce to you, Zene! "

Zene blushed slightly. She was now wearing a form fitting, white silk, diagonal-button up, oriental style shirt with a black eye/wing on the back left shoulder. The shirt had detachable sleeves, which ended with folded up cuffs. The buttons on the shirt, all of them, were the same type of blue-green, oval cut gem.

Zene's pants were strangely unique. To the knee, they were tightly fit, and at the knee were metal bands, designed to resemble gothic-style crowns. The 'crowns' had deeply set stones identical to the others, just much larger. The tightly fitted portion of the pants were striped vertically - black and a grey so dark it almost looked black. Under the crowns, the fabric was silk again, but black this time.

Herry was captivated. Theresa nudged Atlanta upon seeing Herry's face, and both girls giggled. They had done their job well.

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ANFTA:

Me: I took a page out of Nora Robert's book for Daymond.. -cough-

Myself: OO;;.. MY EYES!

Me: .. You'll read stuff about Hoyt and Glenna, or about Larkin and Blair, but you won't read about Daymond and Aurora. What the crap?

Myself: BUT I DON'T KNOW THEM!!

Me: … you don't know Daymond and Aurora either.

Myself: AAAHHHH!!! AND YES I DO KNOW THEM!

Daymond: … wow…

Jessey: I agree with Myself. THAT WAS SICK AND WRONG!! THE ONLY THING THAT WAS WORSE WAS THAT I HAD TO SEE IT!!

Myself: Thanks. I shall continue, but now with Jessey. –looks at Jessey, who nods back at Myself-

Jessey and Myself: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! THAT IS NOT EVEN COOL!! YOU NEED TO GET A ROOM IF YOU'RE GOING TO TALK LIKE THAT!!

Daymond: -smiles- But I'm allowed to do that, right Aurora?

Aurora: Hell no, you aren't going to drag me down with you.

Odie: -points and laughs- Your face is priceless!! I mean seriously, you look like someone just tried to kick you in the… family jewels? The place where the sun don't shine? I… I… can't think…

Daymond: I do believe that the wheels spinning, but the hamster's dead.