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?