HELLOOOO–– *tomatoes are thrown* –oo.
*hides*
*tomatoes stop being thrown*
*unhides*
*tomatoes are thrown again*
SORRRRRRYYYYYYYYEEEEEE!
Life (and computer–crashing–deleting–all virus) happened. Oops?
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S BEEN MORE THAN A YEAR! I AM DISGRACEFUL!
...Have a cookie and forgive me? O– ^_^'
SOOOO SOOOOORRYYYYY!
And to those who inquired, my arm is going to stay permanently like that. Apparently, I have developed a "post–traumatic necrosis" (whatever that is – something about the cells in the tissue being dead or whatever it was – I don't pay much attention to doctor–rambling. It's like an alien language to me) and it hurts whenever I make a little more effort with it or when it's humid and the like. So, yeah. Bad luck. D=
Also, on a brighter side, my father fixed me this rickety computer (without Internet) in which I am now writing, about a year after the other broke down (see reference to world–exploding computer virus above), which I am now using to write this. I am working (once again) on my book too, since the older versions were all lost! Cheers, everyone!
By the way, Sam + Twin = Trouble (A.K.A. STT) is also being updated. If any of you are reading it, you can check it out!
Hopefully, I have improved my English during my "time–out"! (I know that was completely out of context... Whatever. xD) Remind me to correct the old chapters.
Ah, yes – I'm also picturing the Sam/Angel/Demon–parts as the little miniatures–on–the–shoulders you often see on cartoons. Am I the only one getting that vibe? ^.^
A great "Thank You!" to all my lovely, loyal reviewers! Those from chapter 13 are also mentioned, seeing as FFN apparently deleted them - THANK YOU Romance OnTheBrain, Rie fan, piequeenthegreat (x2), Looka'sMagicHell (x2 - luv u too, my writing friend! I'm updating!), Sunshine-Midnight123 (x4 - you'll have to wait to find out! xD), AvalonXNaruto, Chrica-chica (let's! xD), MissMeha611 and Jaded Jimmie! *hands cookies to everyone* I love you guys!
By the way, is it just me or has the FFN member layout changed? Wow, I guess that shows how long I have been running around the site...
On with the fic!
Never Mess With A Girl's Heart
Fire – Part II
Regret hit her almost instantaneously.
She didn't know whether or not it was because of all the time she had spent as a human, but that part of her personality – Sam – was often the loudest voice in her head. Heartbroken, torn down, squashed under the demon and the angel that composed her being – she just never seemed to stay down. That obnoxious, nosy, unbearably loud part of her was always there, fighting to stay above all else and pushing her stupid feelings onto Elektra, the powerful Forbidden Being.
You're the stupid one!
Ah, yes, the idiotic Sam–part of her.
The dust was startling to settle, and Elektra sneered at the pile of rubble left.
Weaklings, the demon sneered. The angel, bound and gagged in a corned, wisely remained quiet.
"Come on out, little sparks... I know you're still alive," she crooned softly, smirking. A particularly large piece of rock on her left moved. Elektra licked her lips, anticipating whatever was to come.
...Only to be greatly disappointed, seeing as it stopped moving almost as soon as it started. She sighed. It was hard to get a good fight, nowadays.
Even if it's one created out of pure heartbreak? Look who's acting all high–and–mighty, Miss Romantic Calamity.
She had to get rid of that annoying Sam–part.
Illeasae ached all over. Her head pounded and she could feel quite the torn flesh and broken bones, which her Flama–given sacred stones were already healing. Thankfully, the wounds were given by her own element, so they'd regenerate more rapidly than if caused by any other element – to tell the truth, if that had been the case, they would have already been dead.
Flammeo was beside her, she could feel, but still unconscious. Heavy rock pinned them down and she could taste dust on her mouth, mixed with blood.
For some reason I chose to devote myself to Flama, not Terra – if I liked to taste earth, I'd be at her service, she dryly though, heaving a weak cough.
Then, she heard footsteps.
Perhaps it would be safer to work for Terra, after all.
"Well, well... I though you were alive still, and wasn't I right?" Illeasae could taste the sheer animosity in the voice, and groaned faintly.
Not her again... I'm still recuperating, damnit!
She heard a faint whistling behind the buzzing in her ears, a fast, merry jig completely dislocated in the scenario. Before she could draw in one more dust–filled breath, the gigantic boulder above her and her twin was gone, the half–demoness holding it easily with one of her hands.
Flama, please protect me...
Flama, Mistress of the Flame, sighed. The fire playing in her curls flickered when she pouted childishly. Lilith smirked.
"It looks like you're going to have to interfere. Leave the popcorn with us!"
Airlia hummed, tilting her head vacantly. Deirdre of the Lake smiled at her reluctant counterpart.
"But I was enjoying the show so much! Not fair!" she complained.
Lilith, still smirking, nodded her head towards the container Flama holded.
"The popcorn, if you please. 'Tis not my fault you chose to have such weaklings as your Guardians."
The Mistress of the Flames grumbled angrily, but passed the popcorn all the same, rising from her warm burning–coal throne. Terra, recently arrived, shot Flama a teasing grin.
"I did offer to take her, you know. You were the one who didn't agree."
Flama disappeared in a flurry of rubies and burning cloth, muttering something about offerings and influential families.
"Y'know," Airlia suddenly said, twirling a crystal rose between her fingers. "I am quite sure I had something important to tell you all, but I forgot. Hey, look, a sparrow!"
The other Goddesses, rolling their eyes, sat back to watch the show, four of the seven thrones filled.
"Where did you say she was?"
A disguised, frantic Alieshya shook the befuddled techno–geek frenetically. He gaped at her.
"Huh... I didn't?"
Allie threw her hands into the air, letting a dazed Tucker fall on his behind onto the freshly–mowed grass.
"Where in the name of Deidre is she? I've been looking for her everywhere! Oh, she probably got herself in trouble again, and who's going o take the blame? Me, of course! Gaaah! Why is she so reckless!"
Tucker harrumphed smugly.
"Clearly, you don't know our Sam Manson – she was always like that."
The nymph put her hands down, glaring at the technology–lover, who gulped in fear. Needless to say, the smugness left his face in the blink of an eye
"Sure I don't. Know what else I didn't know? That sweet ol'Danny was Ghost Boy."
Tucker gulped. Danny is gonna kill me!
"Aw, Hell."
Elektra was grinning evilly at the fire spirits, tasting an easy – though unfair – victory in her tongue.
The Sam–part was heavily protesting, as was the angel personality, though that one was muffled by the gag. Unfortunately, the devil–part didn't stand a chance against the human, so to bind her was near impossible. Elektra was hoping that putting the fire out of the Guardians of Flama was enough to beat her into submission.
It looked more unlikely by the minute.
––because then the people would die out of coldness, and so would you, because Flama wouldn't forgive you that easily, and then the world would become a frozen desert because you are the reason that climate change is occurring, and think of all the––
Scratch that. By the second was more like it.
––and there wouldn't be anymore ice–cream because there wouldn't be a reason to make it since we'd all be going through another Ice Age, so nobody would eat ice–cream because we eat it when we're warm and considering that we'd be cold, like, really cold, then––
Wouldn't the bitch SHUT THE HELL UP?
No, I don't think I will. It's too fun and easy to annoy you.
GAAAH!
Her hands were gathering power, ready to fire (well, what's with today and all the bad puns?) at the Keepers out of sheer annoyance with her unbearable human part.
A voice stopped her.
"Now, look here. I know you're mad and everything, but Lilith is eating my popcorn and I can't go back until I answer my protégée's plea, got it? So, could you please let them go?"
Elektra's eyelid twitched.
"What the Hell is wrong with you, people! Can't you respect a rage–induced murder every once in a while?" she raved, pacing from side to side. "Nooooo, of course you can't! Because I argue with myself and lose because of my own human–part's annoyingness, and when I try to work out my issues by damaging the lives– or rather, unlives– of innocent bystanders someone has to interrupt me, 'cause Life is not fair, and neither is Death, and neither is the In–Between, and now I'm ranting as much as my idiotic, stupid, nosy, obnoxious, human, in love Sam–Part!"
Flama froze, gaping at the enraged hybrid before recovering and clearing her throat haughtily.
"Uh, I only want my popcorn. And you can damage all the innocent bystanders you want, as long as they aren't my apprentices. So, don't kill them and I go bye–bye, ok?"
Elektra stopped in her tracks.
"You're Flama?"
The Mistress of the Flames smiled indulgently, curling a strand of her fire–hair in her finger.
"That would be correct. You can bow before my greatness, if you'd like."
The demoness snorted. Flama sighed.
"Yeah, I thought as much. Demons have no respect nowadays..."
Elektra rolled her eyes, pointing towards the fire–twins.
"Whatever. Those two are your apprentices? Honestly, I must say I expected better. What a failure..."
Flama huffed, the fire flickering like a cape around her.
"They weren't expecting it, that's all. The Salamanders were always good at their duties––"
"I find that very doubtful––"
"––good references and with great––"
"––though the guy was quite hot, no pun intended––"
"––the dress receipt and it looked so––"
"––and she was rambling abou ice–cream, of all things––"
"––but then I told her, 'she is just like you!' and––"
"––but Danny is so clueless and the Sam–part is––"
"––and fresh cucumber juice pads are simply––"
"What are the two of you even talking about?"
The two powerful beings jumped, startled to hear Flammeo's voice.
"The unbearable human Danny, of course," said Elektra, just when Flama said "The wonderful properties of cucumber, of course."
Flammeo and Illeasae slapped their foreheads.
"Well, you obviously haven't looked everywhere, or you'd have found her!"
Alieshya, dragging a very reluctant Tucker along with her, was in search of one missing half–demon princess. Three guesses to who it was, and the first two don't count.
No, it isn't Nikki from 'Reign or Shine'. There's no need to Google it, like I just did. In fact, the answer is just a few paragraphs behind.
That's right: it would be one Sam Manson, also known as Elektra.
"Shaddup!"
"What, I'm just sayin'––" Tucker, rolling his eyes, introduced something on his beloved PDA.
"Well, I don't care! She is probably up to something again, and I'm gonna be the one to take the blame if things go wrong!"
"Waitaminnit– Are we talking about the same Sam Manson here?" To say that Tucker was confused would be an understatement. "The same bossy, fiercely loyal, rights–defender, blame–taker Sam Manson? 'Coz she's not the type to let others take the blame for her!"
Alieshya stared at him, gaping. Tucker blushed furiously and fumbled with his gadgets.
"What is it?" he finally asked, red–faced. "Was I too sensitive?"
Allie shook her head.
"Then what is it?"
"You said a three–syllabic, non technology–related word! I'm so proud of you!"
"How come you managed to get me to actually agree to this?"
Elektra was dumbfounded – which was rare. She had just been manipulated – which was damn near impossible.
Holly Hell.
Flama polished her nails against her flaming dress.
"I am simply brilliant, my dear. People are often awed by my irrefutable beauty and incontestable intelligence, and also––"
"I ask again: how come you managed to get me to agree?"
The Mistress of the Flames huffed, pouting once again.
"No need to be so rude, dear..."
Insert eyebrow raise.
"Oh, fine! I may have used a little hocus–pocus I gained during my experience, but nevermind that – I think it's a wonderful idea!"
Still dumbfounded, Elektra managed an "I don't..." between her teeth. The twin fire spirits appeared to feel the same way, considering that they were both staring at Flama with a look that mixed awe with a 'huh?' factor.
"So! With that settled," Flama said, clasping her hands. "Let's move on to more important matters. You two," she pointed at her protégées, then at the hybrid. "Learn with her. And you, dear, try and learn some self–control. Having elementals all over the house will test your temper. Terra and Airlia should send their apprentices in a few days, so try and enjoy the little peace and quiet you'll get meanwhile!"
The three gaped at her. She looked around, looking pensative.
"Well, the Earth sure is terribly dull, isn't it? I guess I'll be going then, Lilith probably ate all the popcorn already... Tata, darlings!"
In a roar of flames, she was gone. The three beings, transforming into human forms, stared at each other. Sam broke the silence.
"Well... Welcome to Earth!"
Aaaaaaaaaannnddd... That's it!
*reviewers stare* We reviewed for THIS?
*fiddles with fingers* Erm... Chocolate–chip cookie, anyone?
If it serves of any consolation, I had to transcribe all this from my notebook (the paper–and–pen sort – did you think I lazed around all this time? I have tons of stuff written down; now I just need to type it up) to the computer while struggling with schoolwork. Ick, college is just next year! I'll be the nly 16–turning–17–years–old in there! Dx
Well, I hope my writing (and grammar) skills have improved! Tell me what you think, even if you're thinking about murdering because I took so long to update! I'll just be hiding in a corner with my secret chocolate stash. Want some? Then REVIEW!
Luv u!
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GoThYk SyA (penname soon to be changed)(terribly sorry for the delay)(wishing fervently that you'll show some forgiveness... Pretty please? x3)