When A Writer Gets Bored

Okay so I got bored and wrote out a few more random titles. My World and Everything In It, When Barbie Doesn't Cut It, and Outside the Box. Here are the summaries I'm thinking about...they are most definitely subject to change...

Outside the Box
She considered her self just as creative as the best of them. At times, she even bragged about the vastness of her imagination. She just never thought she'd have to prove it.

**Okay so what happens is she somehow gets into another world that is kind of way beyond anything she ever would've imagined, and she's expected to help them through it in order to get back home...or something along those lines. I'm not exactly sure.**

When Barbie Doesn't Cut It
She was never willing to fit the mold, but she never really stood out either...until one misplaced comment leads to an argument that leads to all out war. Now she's not only different and standing out, she's got all eyes on her. This time they'll learn that plastic isn't as sturdy as the real deal, and she has no problem breaking a few shells to prove it.

**She gets into an argument with a popular girl who then begins to single her out for ridicule. Instead of taking it, she starts fighting back and it's open war. Her goal is to ruin the face facades, and it's causing chaos everywhere.**

My World and Everything In It
So she's always been more interested in her own little world than the world around her, but when she lands smack dab in the middle of her wildest dreams, she'll be hard pressed not to pay better attention. One false move and it could be her last.

**This one I'm kind of playing with a bit. She could end up in some kind of weird 'other' world (which is what I'm leaning towards) or she could kind of have something from her daydreams come true, sort of waking her up. I think maybe she gets sucked into an almost 'Alice in Wonderland' type thing...I'll have to mess with it a bit though.

The Halfway Point

Okay so I am currently at 156 for Modern Day Beauty. It's now officially in Blake's point of view, and we learn almost immediately that some of Kira's suspicions are true...he hasn't changed as much as he would like us to believe. I'm not saying he's still an ass, but...okay well he's still an ass. He's changing though, he even bought her a bookshelf! That's awesome for a bookworm like Kira.
Anyway, I'll have an excerpt up soon, I just want to try and get some other stuff done too.
Also, three new story titles I came up with...now I just have to come up with a plot...They would be, Missing You Terribly, Does It Help?, aaaaand The Other Side of Nothing

Two Halves Make a Whole

Okay so I'm currently at 133 pages on Modern Day Beauty and dear Blake is showing some real (if slight) progress. Now this is nearing, if not passed the halfway point. They are currently at the week before Christmas. Christmas night will be the last day that Kira has center stage. After that, I'm going to attempt to write the rest of the story in Blake's point of view. It'll be a challenge seeing as I'm not all that familar with the way his mind works, but I think I'll catch on quickly and finish it with a bang.
I feel that in order to really see the changes made by Blake, we should get into his head so we can see it for ourselves. Otherwise we're only watching and seeing it from Kira's (let's be honest here) bias point of view. She doesn't have much faith in people changing, and her words and feelings of distrust can't be allowed to alter our overall judgement. It wouldn't be fair to the poor boy. With this in mind, I feel that the rest of the story will be much better off in his point of view. We'll see how it goes.

Story of the Month (Mom's Post)

So this month's story if one that has a bit of a background. A story behind the story if you will, so bare with me. This month's story is Love at Night. I haven't written much for it yet, I kind of started it and moved onto something else.
Love at Night is the first in a series of three that I plan on writing about a woman named Kaitlyn Swan. Kaitlyn Swan, as anyone familiar with Samantha Burton's series will know, is from a different series of mine that is almost finished. In order to understand, I have to tell you about the first series she starred (as a minor major character) in.
Sam's series is a series about a girl who is a half-vampire, a witch and Queen of the Vampires. When I first started her story, I had just had an argument with my mother and so I created her mother as a mom who cared nothing for her child, left her to fend for herself, lied to her, and was just a horrible person. I then proceeded to walk into the kitchen and read the beginning of my story out loud to my mom and her boyfriend. It was the last time I ever read any of my stories to my mother.
Mom knew who Sam's mother was supposed to be, and I don't know if that hurt her feelings, but I felt like the worst person ever. It had already been done of course, but I tried to make Kaitlyn more understandable and show everyone that she was good and she did care about her daughter. She redeemed herself, but she could never quite get it right. No one but me was remotely fond of her. At a loss, I couldn't figure out what else I could do. Sam's stories are some of my favorites. I have always admired my characters, but Sam always seemed to overcome so much, and she's in a series of four.
Then it came to me, I could write a series about Kaitlyn! It would be about how she became who she is and why. I figured if nothing else could make everyone like her, understanding her past would. So I started writing the first story in the series, and I have high hopes for it. The series (if ever published) will be dedicated to my mom.
To mom because even though she seemed like the bad guy a vast majority of the time, it turns out I just had to see it from her shoes.
My mom's opinion of my stories used to be all I ever wanted to know, but then I stopped sharing them with her. I miss her opinions, and I hope that someday she'll give them to me again because what she thinks means more than what anyone else's thoughts ever did.

Book of the Month Is...(Dun Du Du Dun)

Okay so this month's book is Knock Off by Rhonda Pollero. The book is the first in a serious about a paralegal named Finley. If you're into mysteries and shopping, you'll really like the book. The main character is kind of a shop-a-holic, a turn off to me since I'm not much of a shopper, however this book is really good. For more information, check out her website; http://www.rhondapollero.com/ Anyone who has read the book, leave a comment and tell us what you think.

I give it 3 stars. It was entertaining and really funny, but like I said, I'm not much of a shopper so the shopping stuff was just a love I don't understand.

Monthly Side Story

Okay so I've decided to try and write a side story to one of my stories on here. There will also be a book of the month and story of the month. They will come later. This month's side story is from Modern Day Beauty (surprise surprise). I'm going to tell you how Kira met her friend Sean.

That's What She Said

Freshman debate class was the stupidest class I have ever had the misfortune to get stuck in. No one took the debates seriously and the ones that did were seriously disappointed at the lack of effort put forth by others. I was one of the few that took it seriously. Kira Harley, the mistress of debates. That's what they called me when I continuously slaughtered the competition. On the last debate of the semester we did one on one. It was Sean Harvey against me. Should girls be forced to wear skirts as uniforms in this modern day and age? He was for and I was against.
"Forcing girls to wear skirts as part of their school uniform is no longer acceptable," I stated right off the bat. "To say that they are equal to males and then go on to make them wear uniforms where pants are not an option is a violation of their rights."
"So you're saying girls should be allowed to wear pants or skirts, but what about guys then? What if a guy prefers a skirt to pants?" Sean countered.
I shrugged, "If a guy wants to wear a skirt, that's his deal. I'm saying if girls and guys are equal then they should be treated as equal."
"It's not socially acceptable for guys to wear skirts. If they only have one choice--pants--then it's only fair for girls to have one choice--skirts."
"If there's only one choice, make everyone wear pants. Guys get pants to cover their legs more securely and keep them more warm while girls must wear skirts. Do you know how difficult it is to keep a skirt down when you're running or the wind is blowing? Males and females should be treated the exact same way when it comes to uniforms, if one of them gets to wear pants, the other should be allowed too."
"Women belong in skirts, they've worn skirts and dresses for centuries. Only in recent decades have they begun wearing shorts and pants."
"So you're saying because of what they wore in the past, they shouldn't be given more freedom int the future?" I snapped, getting irritated. "Do you really believe they should be forced to wear skirts?"
He leaned back and smiled at me cockilly. "I believe that girls look better in skirts than guys do. The shorter the better so my vote is, let the past trends continue."
My eyes narrowed, "That's the stupidest reasoning I've ever heard."
"Hey baby," someone called from the back, "you'd look smoking in a skirt!"
"Yeah," I replied, looking right at the guy who'd been stupid enough to open his mouth. "And you'd look smoking with a black eye."
"Alright," broke in the teacher, alarm in his voice. "Quiet down now class, I think this debate is over. Isn't it?" he snapped looking at me.
"We never came to voted conclusion," I pointed out. Fortunately for the teacher, the bell rang and everyone rushed out. Sending one last glare at Sean, I walked over to my desk and gathered my stuff.
"Hey babe," whispered the obnoxious guy from before, leaning in close and grabbing my waist. The teacher had rushed out with the rest of the class so there was no help from the authority, "what do you say you and I go find a closet?"
"I say get your hands off if you want to keep them," I snapped, freezing in place. He stepped closer with a cocky laugh and his grip tightened. "I said get them off."
"Relax sweetheart," he breathed. "I just want--"
In seconds he was gone, and I spun around to see him on the ground, his mouth and nose bleeding. "I believe she said hands off Doug," Sean stated, glaring down at him. "So next time why don't we try to listen better?"
We both started out of the classroom silently. "Listen, I didn't need any help," I told him. "But...thanks, I appreciate it."
"No problem, I figure that puts me one step closer to getting you to go to dinner with me."
"Not a chance," I laughed.
He shrugged, "Lunch then."
And that is how Sean Harvey and I met.

What a Royal Arse

Here's a conversation between Blake and Kira from Modern Day Beauty. I really think this helps put into perspective (if it wasn't in perspective before) what Kira thinks of Blake and how Blake views the world.

**NEED TO KNOW** After Kira befriended the servers, she helped them set the table for the East family and herself. Blake saw this, and that is why he brings it up. Alright, moving on:

No one inquired as to why I'd been serving them breakfast, not even East...until we were in the car.
"What were you doing?" he demanded.
"Helping out," I answered dryly. "Problem?"
He shook his head, "I don't--"
"Get it?" I finished with a short laugh. "It's not an overly difficult concept to grasp."
"What isn't?" he snapped.
"I was helping them because it was the nice thing to do. I didn't force it down their throat either."
"You're a guest, you--" he began, irritation in his voice.
"Yeah, but I wanted to," I snapped. "I wanted to help."
"Why?" he demanded, exasperated.
"They're nice people," I told him flatly.
"We wouldn't have hired them otherwise," he stated.
"You mean if they had a record," I clarified. "I'm talking about them as people."
"So am I," he snapped.
"What are their names?' I demanded.
"What is it with you and names?" he growled.
"You don't even know their names East." I accused. "To you they just work for you, they aren't your equal."
"They aren't equal to me. If they were they wouldn't be cleaning my floor or making my food," he informed me.
I leaned away from him and glared. "You're right," I said finally. "They aren't equal to you. They work for what they have, you just get it handed to you on a silver platter." I couldn't have timed it any better myself. No sooner had the words left my mouth than we were parked. Before he could regain his ability to form words, I was halfway to the school, and I wasn't looking back.


So that's what happened in the car on the way to school. Let me know what you think.

What's Up Buttercup?

Okay so Kira has just moved in with Blake's family and befriended a few of their employees. She idolizes his mother and is looking for a job. She's set her sights on a job as the cashier at her favorite bookstore, Belle's Library. No one is thrilled at the prospect of her living with Blake, least of all her, but she felt it had to be done, and his mom offered. I'll have a sneak peak up shortly.

Cross My Fingers...

Okay so for Modern Day Beauty I'm writing four and a half pages a day so that I can get to 200 by Christmas. So far I'm right on track so keep your fingers crossed.

When the Sun Rises

So Kira Harley and Blake East have a semi-meaningful conversation while watching the sunrise. She says the sunrise means a clean slate, but he points out that she doesn't extend that courtesy to everyone. He's right of course and she gets angry because he is. She can't bring herself to extend him or her mother that same slate because she can't bring herself to let anything hurt her.
I also found out that Kira has no problem with the male population like I originally thought. What she has a problem with is the idea of needing someone after what an effect her mother's leaving had on her father. She's seen the negative effects of caring for someone, and so the reason she appears to dislike men so strongly is because she doesn't want to become as dependent as she feels her father is on her mother.
Kira simply wishes to take care of herself so that she never risks her heart. SURPRISE! Who knew? I certainly didn't...*whispers in a secretive tone* I thought her mom may have had a history with males that led Kira to distrust and dislike...that was not the case.

Head Over Tail

So I wrote the beginning of the Little Mermaid knock off. Here goes:

Driving down the deserted dirt road, radio blasting, brownish-red hair blowing around in the breeze, Ariel Fish was in her element. "Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me, ooooh!"
The rusty old pick-up jerked to a halt and she jumped out, humming happily as she circled the truck and disappeared into the woods surrounding her. It was clear she didn't anticipate anyone else using the road, for she parked in the very middle and was gone for fifteen minutes.
When she came back, she was holding a picnic basket and blanket which she tossed into the bed of the truck before getting in herself and taking off. An hour later she was out of the woods, pulling up to the beach. Again, hopping out of the car, she grabbed the blanket and strolled towards the empty beach with a relaxed smile.
Once she'd settled, seated on the blanket and staring dreamily at the water, her phone rang. "Hey dad," she sighed. "Nope, nowhere near the ocean...yeah a real threat...right...mmhmm...on my way...love you too...yeah, I'll see you soon. Bye." The call ended and she fell back onto the blanket with a sigh. "What I wouldn't give..." Ariel closed her eyes, breathing in the salty air. "To see what's at the bottom."
The waves lapped at the sand rythmatically, lulling her into a sort of half-sleep. "You're wish" something whispered, voice full of malice, "my command." A splash disrupted the pattern, and Ariel shot up to squint out at the water. Aside from a boulder out in the water, she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. With a careless shrug, she got up and pulled her things together.
"Until next time," she laughed, "my lovely Pacific." With a child-like wave, she left the beach, not catching the eyes that watched her.
"It'll be sooner than you think," came a malicious whisper in the wind. "And your Pacific won't be as lovely as you thought."

So the prologue is clearly in third-person, however, the rest will be in first-person. I think it'll be nice to tell these stories in the view of the 'princesses'. Comment your opinion.

There's Always a Story

Okay so I just found out part of what happened to Kira Harley in "Modern Day Beauty" that makes her so cynical. I know, what do I mean I just found out? Well I didn't really know about it until it showed up on the paper so cut me some slack.
Her mom left when she was eight. More details you say? Gladly;

NEED TO KNOWS: Okay so she's got a twisted ankle and she just stormed out of the cafeteria. She's making an effort not to appear to be limping and she refuses to use a crutch.

"It's swollen," East stated from my left.
Startled, I looked over at him and let my pant leg drop, getting to my feet as quickly as possible. "Thanks for the observation," I retorted sarcastically, leaning casually against the lockers in an attempt to make it look like everything was fine.
"It's never going to heal if you keep walking on it," he said flatly, looking me in the eye.
I hated that look at once; it was like he could see straight through me, and I didn't want anyone to see that. In response, my body stiffened, as if trying to hide the parts of me best left undisturbed. "It doesn't need to heal, there's nothing wrong with it."
"Look," he told me, irritation flickering across his face as he started to walk towards me. "I'm sure if you ask, the nurse has a crutch or something."
"I don't need one," I snapped, straightening from the row of lockers. If I didn't put any weight on my right ankle, he didn't notice...I don't think. "I'm perfectly fine. I don't need any help."
"If you'd stop being so stubborn--" he began angrily, but I didn't hear the rest, I didn't even see him.

"If you'd stop being so stubborn, you'd see that this is for the best, Kira," Mom informed me coolly.
But I didn't know how to stop. I didn't want to. "I don't need you," I told her, my voice wavering as my eight year old eyes filled with unshedable tears. "I don't need you so just go!"
"You're too young," she informed me. "You just don't understand where I'm coming from."
I understood where she was going though. I may not have known exactly why, but I knew where she was going. She was going away from me. She was leaving me. I refused to shed those tears and I refused to beg. If she didn't want me, I didn't need her. "Just go," I whispered, looking away.
"Kira," she tried gently.
"Leave!" I shouted, turning hardened blue eyes on her. "I don't need you."

"Kira!" East snapped, shaking me. I blinked, and then my eyes focused and hardened. "Were you even listening to me?"
"I don't need help from anyone," I snapped, jerking away. Gritting my teeth, I suffered the pain and hurried away.

So it has to do with her mother, see? I was thinking her father since she seems to have the issues with guys, but I've got some tricks up my hoodie sleeves. Toodle-oo!

Because They're Not Dead Yet

So I've decided to do what every author has done once in their writing career; I've decided to re-tell the classics. Here's what I've got so far;

**Please note: First is the classic's title, then mine. Next line, main characters. Third is High School name, then the summary**

Beauty and the Beast: Modern Day Beauty
Kira Harley and Blake East
Rose High School

Kira's a beauty with a tough past and a cynical outlook on life. With little faith in the male population, she has no problem taking an immediate dislike to Blake East. Modern beauties aren't as soft hearted as they used to be.


Sleeping Beauty: Beauty Sleep
Aurora Night and Luke Silver
Shlafen High School

Aurora Night has lived her life in a daze. She is more than willing to sleep her life away, and is cheerily doing just that until Luke Silver sounds the alarm. Looks like her beauty sleep is over.


Little Mermaid: Head Over Tail
Ariel Fish and Derron Prince
N/A

The strangest thing happened to curious Ariel, youngest in a family of eight. She's sprouted a tail. Once the shock's worn off, she is eager to explore the murky depths of the sea. Easily accepting her own whacked out curse, she is not so willing to accept that of Derron Prince's.


Cinderella: Cinders
Ashley (Ash) Wells and Aaron Charmont
Drusilla High School

Ashley has had it rough. Both parents have died, leaving her with a very indifferent step-mom. She's watched everything she's ever loved burn to the ground and when everything's gone, only cinders are left. This modern Cinderella doesn't need the shoe to fit, she's swapped out the glass slippers for combat boots, and she is fighting to lose the guy with her heart.


Snow White: White as Snow
Chastity Snow and Carter Hale
Queen's Academy for Misbehaved Teens

Her step-mother chased her away from the only living family member she has left and left her to fend for herself in a boarding school for the disobedient. It takes less than a day for her troubled classmates to see she doesn't belong. This innocent beauty just doesn't have a bad bone in her body, and they don't have a good one.



So what do you think? Comments? Questions? Feel free.

Modern Day Beauty

So I changed the title from 'When Beauty Met Beast' to 'Modern Day Beauty'. It sounds better don't you agree? Anyway, here's the prologue for you:

Prologue:
Fairy Tale Versus Reality


‘Beauty and the Beast,’ that old fairy tale of a selfish prince turned into the beast he is and a woman, beautiful inside and out, who falls in love with him, breaking the curse, making him a better man, and living happily ever after. How is that even remotely realistic?
I’m not trying to be a pessimist here, and I’m not saying I’m not happy for Belle and ‘His Highness’, but the facts are simple. A jerk will always be a jerk, and you can’t change them. Maybe the ‘beauty’ will still fall in love, but in real life, the beast will always be a beast. Take Blake East for example; bad ass of Rose High School, and the biggest heartbreak in the state of New York. Blake, the most sought after guy—besides his best friend Todd Hunch—in school, the most selfish, and the biggest jerk. Blake dated like any true egotistical, over-confident moron, and broke the heart of any girl foolish enough to start thinking things were serious.
Blake East was the beast that would always be a beast. Not even the purest beauty could change a guy who saw no need to change himself. After all, the first step to changing a person is to get that person to want to change. A guy who sees nothing wrong with himself is never going to take that first step.

Mr. Hendrics was a unique guy. If you didn’t love him, you hated him, and if you didn’t care either way then you’d obviously never met him. I loved him…despite the fact that he taught government. I would still love him if he hadn’t done the one thing that had brought on the worst set of events of my life…at least so far.
Let’s start at the beginning, shall we? Back at the last half of fifth period, the third to last period of the day. Let’s start my story in government, and I’ll tell you just what good old Mr. Hendrics got me into:

When All Else Fails

Okay, story I talked about earlier? The one with no title and a rough beginning? I started it, and titled it 'When All Else Fails'. Here's the official unofficial beginning;

"Hey," called the tall blond in the McDonald's uniform, pulling off his name tag and hat as he set a McDonald's bag on the car of his fellow employee. "You smoke?"
The girl he spoke to climbed out of her back seat--having finished arranging everything and taking off her own hat and name tag--before walking around the car and shaking her head with a friendly smile. "That's good." He nodded his approval even as he let a cigarette of his own. "Smoking kills, but I was going to offer you one if you did."
She laughed, watching him just as quietly as she usually did, one hand holding the door to the driver's seat as she leaned against the frame, the other clutching the keys. She smiled almost stupidly, but there was a hint of watchful intelligence in her brown eyes.
With a sigh, the guy grabbed his bag, stuck the cigarette in his mouth and saluted as he began walking back to his own car. "Take it from me; don't start."
Indecision fluttered across her face as if she wasn't sure what she should do, and before she could even really consider it, she called out to him, ever present humor in her voice. "Because you're such a good influence?"
With a grin, he spun around and pointed at her. "There it is! The ever elusive voice of Callie Michael!"
She laughed and pleasure shone softly in her eyes as he walked back towards her. "It's hardly elusive, Stefan."
"Welcome to McDonald's. Can I take your order?" he mocked in his version of a girl's voice. "Taking orders doesn't count. There are only a handful of people you do more than smile to at work. You're too quiet."
Her smile never faltered, "I talk enough outside of work. I'm as loud and obnoxious as they come under the right circumstances. There's no one to talk to at work, so I don't."
"You could talk to me," he offered. "I'm always willing to talk, even though talking to you makes me feel like a creeper because I'm so much older."
"You're twenty-two...that's not 'much older' at all," she replied with a smile.
The reply was enough to send him happily into a mostly one sided conversation that Callie listened to quietly, smiling, laughing and adding in her occasional comment.

"She's the one," said the younger of two men watching them from the center of the deserted parking lot. They weren't worried about being seen because they weren't really there at all. The building was empty with the exception of the maintenance team cleaning up, and the last two employees too leave were standing near the back of the parking lot having a friendly conversation obviously led by the man.
"Are you sure?" asked the other guy, surprise flickering across his face. "She seems quiet, shy and--let's be honest here--not a little stupid."
The younger one shook his head, his forest green eyes never leaving the girl. "She's curiously complicated. I'm drawn to her. She's the one," he repeated.
"And how do you suggest to get her?"
The green eyed man smiled confidently, "Since when have women ever been a problem?"

Parking Lot Beginnings

So I've got an idea for a new story. This guy...demon (for the time being anyway...I donno) from a 'parallel' world has to choose a mate. He can have anyone he wants, he's stuck with her for the rest of his life, and it can be from either world.
He chooses a girl from our world, and tries to woo her by getting a job at her place of work. Said guy then spends the majority of his time trying to get her to 'like/love' him, soon runs out of patience and takes her back to their world.....it's an idea in progress really. Haven't come up with a title, but here's a rough beginning;

The two men stood in the nearly empty parking lot of McDonalds, watching two of the building's employees converse against the brunette female's blue Honda Civic. Though it was after midnight and the place had closed, the two workers didn't appear to notice the two men.
That would be due to the fact that the men were not really there at all. They watched what went on silently in their own world--literally--not once in the next half hour breaking the silence.
Only after the blond guy waved to the girl and walked off to start his car, and the woman threw her keys up once before catching them and getting into her own car, did they speak. "She's the one," announced the younger man, his forest green eyes following the girl's car out of the parking lot. "She's definitely the one."
"A little young don't you think? She didn't seem all that talkative, or that smart if you want to know the truth," replied his companion.
"She's eighteen, she'll be nineteen in January. All A's in high school, and she seems to be passing college courses just as easily. She's the one."
"So what are you going to do?"
The younger man smiled confidentally, "I'm going to make her want me."

What say you?

Their Queen Returns...For A Half Hour

So Sam was forced to take Marla, the Slayer back to the palace in order to save their lives. I'll get into that later. I'm trying to figure out how her confrontation with Damien will go....possibly like this?

"Sam, they all seem to know what's wrong with you, and everyone blames me, but what have I done, Sam? You've been away for three months, you won't talk to me, and--for God's sake will you at least look at me?" Damien exclaimed, frustration rolling off him in waves.
She whipped around to glare at him, "I'm looking at you, are you happy? Maybe if you'd stop being so oblivious you'd see what everyone else has already figured out!"
"And what have they figured out?" he snapped. "That there's no communication in this relationship? That you don't even want to try?"
"You don't think I'm trying? You don't think I'm communicating with you? Damien I tried to tell you what I had to tell you and you wouldn't listen. Don't tell me I'm not trying to communicate because I'm damn tired of you blaming this on me." Her eyes began to water and she let out a growl of irritation. "Damn tears, what am I crying for?" she hissed at herself.
He sighed and reached for her, but she stepped away. "I'm listening now, Samantha. Tell me now, don't cry."
"Now isn't good enough, Damien. Try listening to me when I'm actually trying to tell you," she sent him a hard look, willing him to make the connections, but his expression remained that of confusion. She sighed, "When you've figured it out, then we'll talk. Until then...."
"Sam don't leave yet!" he shouted, lunging at her, but she jumped away. "Dammit Samantha, let's talk!"
"I have responsibilities," she said again, and disappeared.

Is She Madd?

In my lastest book on Samantha Burton-half-vampire Queen and witch-and her friends, Sam is bringing home a Slayer, having decided that Slayers are her next Alliance to be had. I can't wait for her to bring Marla Jones (a Slayer) back to the palace to meet everyone...of course she'll have to hide her pregnancy from Damien since she has yet to tell him he's going to be a father, but I figure this little decision will be full to the brim of conflict! What have I got so far you ask? Well let me show you;

The young Slayer watched the vampire queen silently from her hiding spot, seeing only the fame this kill would bring her. So intent on her dream, she didn't notice the most powerful vampire alive disappear. When she did, she cursed and her eyes flew from one end of the park to the other in an attempt to re-locate her. Much like the vampire's belief that you were never to lose sight of a Slayer; Slayers wer taught to never lose sight of a vamire. Losing sight of such a dangerous creature was suicidal. They were very good at sneaking up from behind.
There was a long suffuring sigh from behind her. "Marla Jones, in the top five of your group of Slayers, and a brilliant college student, studying politics of all things," Sam announced, leaning against a tree behind her would-be killer and taking on her true appearance. "I'm not all that interested in politics myself, but it's interesting isn't it?"
Marla's eyes shot to her bag, calculating her chances. "So the queen deigns to visit again. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
As she was prone to do, Sam studied the girl, her piercing green eyes seeming to pierce the sould. She appeared unconcerned with the bag of weapons so close to Marla. "I'd like to show you something, but you don't trust me enough to let me."
"Damn straight," Marla agreed. "Why should I? You'd kill me first chance you got."
"No, I believe you've got it the other way around," Sam laughed softly. "Slayers have never seen our world, you can understand why of course. You seek to kill us all merely because we're different from you. History will show you that that prejudice is nothing new, nor is it right. I'd like to show you our world; help you understand. Will you come with me?"
Marla snorted, "So you can kill me without getting caught? Not a chance."
"So I can save you before you try to kill someone else. You may be safe from me, though you've tried to kill me, but I can promise you that your next target won't be so nice." Sam stood suddenly and watched Marla expectantly. "You have my word you won't be harmed, if that isn't enough then I suppose that's the end of it."

What Am I?

This is about all of the stories I've started or thought about starting; what's happening in them right now, very soon, or in the end. Excerpts, ideas, summaries, and the like. Aren't you glad you found me?