Skyylar's Haven

So, I decided to get my creative juices flowing. I am going to start doing some small challenges.  And I was doing one last night where you only write dialogue, no narration, nothing.  Here I am just jotting down some things, and it came to be a little humorous banter between Athena & Reid. Or at least that's who I pictured it as.  Just thought I'd share.  (It's got my mind going that I might make a little series with this, just little conversations like these... between characters and such).


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“I can’t believe that.”

“What?” 

“That.”

“Oh, that?” 

“Yeah, when did that happen?”

“About two weeks ago, where were you?” 

“Obviously anywhere but here,”

“Obviously,” 

“Wow,”

“It’s not that shocking.” 

“Oh, but it is. I didn’t see it coming.”

“You’re oblivious to everything around you, except yourself, how could you?” 

“I am not oblivious to everything around me.”

“Could have fooled me.” 

“I’m not oblivious to you.”

“Oh please,” 

“How was I supposed to know that they would hook up?”

“He is your best friend,” 

“So?”

“Don’t you talk about that kind of stuff?” 

“Ha—no, what do you think we are a bunch of girls?”

“You seriously don’t talk about that kind of stuff?” 

“No,”

“Not at all?” 

“No,”

“You know just because you talk about your feelings doesn’t make you any less of a man.” 

“Says you,”

“What?” 

“You’re a woman; you don’t have to worry about losing your man card.”

“Seriously, you’re going there?” 

“Oh yeah, went there.”

“You need a reality check…” 

“I can tell you something else I need,”

“How did a conversation about them turning to a conversation about your needs?” 

“I’m a needy person, babe.”

“And that doesn’t take points from your man card?” 

“Not when what I need is about 5’6, brown hair, green eyes and gives the best he—”

“Enough,” 

“Want to go back to my room?”

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I love playing.  It's so much fun.

There is nothing like that feeling of accomplishment. And I have felt it with the completion of You Belong With Me, which is great. I had fun writing the last chapter, though I went through some of my notes and what I call my 'deleted' scenes and ponder on what could have beens for making it longer and more dramatic, but I liked the light heartedness of it all. As Grey said different from my usual.  I like it.

Maybe I will post my 'deleted' scenes on space later, who knows. I just kind of like the interactions between Thee & Reid.

The sad thing is when I was finishing Chapter 9 of YBWM I realized that Vera had a story and that it was wanting to be told, but I don't know if I can handle that right now. I think Vera's story would be a little darker at he beginning, but lightened towards the end (when she gets with Ty of course). I don't know yet. Maybe that will be my experiment on space.  We shall see.  I want to finish something else though, to get going with this feeling.

I want to finish Deciper and Crack in the Mirror and I've even got some inspiration for Where Loyalties Lie, so I'm revive this.   I should get started shouldn't I? I have a lot on my plate... not even mentioning my Twi-doms.  I'm really loving BGW, Alice is feeding me things I hadn't expected. Some are kind of angsty and dark, but we shall see how this goes.  I'm not sure what's going to come of her relationship with Doctor Carson, I kind of feel a romantic vibe, but I'm not sure if its requited or not.   Maybe that will add to the angst of it all.  Who knows. 

Blue Moon I have started working on the next chapter, it has SETH! Woo I love Seth, I think it'll have some Quila and Embry, but its got some Sam in it to. I expect it to have some Leah, and maybe a vampire or two. We shall see, shall we not?

I've added visuals to my Albums for BGW. I like Doctor Carson (thanks to grey, who helped sway my vote), Doctor Victors is creepy, and I always picture Clea Duvall as a nutcase. :)


Now that I have written a novel for your enjoyment... LOL... I shall depart and actual read some.  Getting lost in Lisa Jackson's new book Lost Souls.  :)

So I'm trying to find the right guy to portray and be my visual inspiration for Doctor Carson (My own person Dr. McSteamy/McDreamy -- whatever... LOL).  I've got a couple of choices, now I'm going to let you decide! :)

Dr. Victors = Rip Torn

After chatting with Grey I decided to make one of my Covenant fanfics an original story. I'll be revamping it and taking out all the hocus pocus. But hopefully, it'll still be desirable. We shall see.

This story deals with a lot of issues, mostly cutting/self-harm, so you have been warned.
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Prologue

Light brown hair fell in her face, her body rocking back and forth on the cold hardwood floor. Her thin arms wrapped around her long, lean legs; tears stained her tanned cheeks. The pain that was surging throughout her entire body was unbearable; she couldn’t take it.

Gritting her teeth she maneuvered to her hands and knees and slowly crawled towards the bed in the room, she let her hand slip in to the open drawer, pulling what she was searching four out of the mahogany dresser.

Letting the sharp, shiny piece of metal reflect in to her dull green eyes she held it protectively in her shaky hand. With one quick and easy flick of her muscles she let the cold blade slice over the now raw skin of her wrists. She dropped the blade and let the sob threatening to come out go. She let go of the pain that engulfed her entire body, and focused on her injured wrist.

Resting her head back she let the sobs escaped her dry cracked lips. The girl pulled herself off of the floor and managed to make it in to the conjoined bathroom. She nearly tripped on her way, grasping on to a chair as she pulled herself back up and in to the bathroom.

Grabbing the faucet she turned the water on, and stared at it for a moment, her eyes looking up in to the mirror. A scowl appeared on her face as she looked at the person staring back at her. She was disgusting. Stringy light brown hair, dark circles under her eyes, dull—almost lifeless—eyes.

That wasn’t who she was.

She ran her wrist under the faucet watching the red blood drip casually in to the porcelain sink. The blood slowly turning from red to orange as the bleeding began to subside. The pain in her legs was too much and she collapsed in a heap on the floor of the bathroom.

The girl continued to cry until she had sobbed herself to sleep. It wasn’t until she heard the constant beeping sound coming from inside the room did she finally pull herself off of the floor. She felt the pain all over her body, the new injury on her wrist made her remember—the things she didn’t want to.

Biting her dry lips she found her way back in to the room, letting out a heavy sigh as she smashed her hand on the piece of annoying technology. She went in to the bedroom closet and pulled out the all white Oxford shirt, plaid skirt, vest and blazer outfit.

Disappearing in to the bathroom she came back out twenty minutes later looking like a completely different person, the person that she knew. Her light brown hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, a small blue head band held back her bangs. Soft subtle make up covered the bruise that formed on her cheek, her wrists bandaged with gauze and covered by the sleeves of the Oxford.

She gave herself a once over before grabbing her book bag and leaving the house, quietly, sure not to disturb anyone else in the house.

It would be another day of lies and deceit, but it didn’t matter to her, she had no one to lie to. She had no one to betray. She had no one but herself.


© Skyy Ryder

I just updated Blue Moon with it's latest chapter, and I'm slowly working on the next one.  Here is a snippet from the next chapter for you...

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"Then she said you weren't my type," He scoffed at the thought. "And that you were to old for me..."

I would have snickered at that but I was too pissed off. I felt my temper flair up again. Who was this BELLA to tell Jacob who his type was, or who was too old for him? What did she know about me? What did she know about our relationship?

Nothing.

God, I would love to have heard this so I could slap the taste out of her vampire-kissing mouth.

"She said some other things, but I won't say them..."

"Why not?" I asked annoyed with him.

"They'll just piss you off even more..." He smiled a little.

"Too late, tell me..."

"She also said that you seemed to moody to be my type, since I'm so laid back..."

"I swear to all that is Holy Jacob Black, if i see that vampire-marrying trash-talking klutz again I will slap her--maybe even kill her."

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Yay, Molly really does not like Bella. But who does? Other than Jake and Edward... oh and Alice... and... nevermind. You get my point :)

Just for Grey, because she twisted my arm

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03: The Party

 

The week seemed to fly by. Connor had tried to talk to me on several occasions, but Alex always seemed to be in the right place at the right time to rescue me. Though, a part of me did not want to be rescued. I really didn’t mind talking to Connor, but a part of me knew that it was only because of the minuscule crush that I had on him.

 

I wouldn’t let anyone else know that of course, and simply played it off. It was finally Saturday and I didn’t have any homework. Gabriella tried to twist my arm in to getting ready at her house, but I knew better. She would use me as her own personal Barbie doll and I wasn’t prepared for that.

 

Marcus’ parties were pretty crazy, but I always dressed comfortably when I went; ready for anything. No one ever minded before, I wasn’t going to change that just because she wanted me to impress someone.

 

I slipped in to a pair of jeans that were fashionably ripped and tossed on a white tank top. I did fix my hair and put on a little bit of make-up, but you couldn’t blame a girl for trying to at least look presentable.

 

There was something about getting ready for a party that always kind of excited me. Even Marcus’. I guess it was because you never really knew what to expect. People you didn’t like, and people you liked were all smashed together in hopes that no drama would start.

 

Which in the world of High School was very unlikely. You could always count on at least one cat fight. Some girl stole another’s boyfriend during summer break, or even worse.

I tried to shrug the feeling away but I couldn’t really help it. My anxiety kicked in and now I was starting to feel nervous about the entire ordeal. I always did this to myself. I groaned and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

 

I was going to have to eat something to line my stomach. Marcus’ parties were always the best, usually because his older brother always supplied the alcohol.

 

It wouldn’t be your normal high school party without the underage drinking. I usually didn’t indulge myself, usually one or two drinks, but maybe I would tonight. Maybe I would throw my inhabitations to the window and just get completely plastered.

 

I conjured my face up in an odd expression, knowing fully well that it probably wasn’t a pretty sight. I pulled the refrigerator door open and searched for something to eat. With my nose so deep in to the fridge I didn’t even notice the sound of the front door opening. When I grabbed some leftovers from last night I screamed.

 

A bright grin stared back at me and I reached over to punch the tanned arm that was closest to me, “Don’t freakin’ do that…”

 

“Didn’t mean to scare you, Adds...”

 

I rolled my eyes, turning so that the intruder couldn’t see the blush on my cheeks. I slipped the leftovers in the microwave and stared at it, he hadn’t moved, and I couldn’t help but wonder why not.

 

“What’s up Justin?”

 

“Your brother here?”

 

I pursed my lips together, “Ryan is at Carter’s… and it’s not Mom and Dad’s weekend with Greg…”

 

“Greg said he’d be here this weekend,” Justin stated his plump lips pouted.

 

“Nope, unless he’s planned to come by, but I haven’t seen him.”

 

The dishwater blonde shrugged his shoulders, “I’ll call him, so Ryan’s at Carter’s house?”

 

“Yeah,” I nodded trying to avoid direct eye-contact. Justin knew that I’d had a crush on him since I was thirteen, and he loved to play off of that. He would flirt, just to make me blush; he always got a kick out of it.

 

“I’ll have to drop by and see him…” His words trailed off and I met his gaze. “You going to Marcus’ party later?”

 

“As usual,”

 

“I’ll probably see you there then,” He lifted his chin to me.

 

I shrugged my shoulders trying to play it off, but was silently thrilled on the inside. Leave it up to Marcus’ party to have a plethora of different people there. I shook my head and went back to the microwave to retreat my leftovers.

 

 

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Gabby showing up at my door an hour before the party really didn’t surprise me. I knew that she would probably do something like that. She forced me in to my bedroom and attacked me with an arsenal of hair products and make-up.

Sometimes I really loathed her.

 

“Why are you doing this?” I asked her as she nearly poked my eye out with the mascara.

 

“I just feel like you should be dolled up for this party… you know, you’ve got people to impress…” She grinned at me stupidly.

 

“Since when have I ever been interested in impressing people?”

 

“Oh, I don’t know… since Connor Samuels is interested in you?” Gabby quirked.

 

“Connor is not interested in me, and I could care less even if he was.”

 

“Lies,” She shouted and pulled away from me, her little show that she was finished with me.

 

I rolled my eyes and glanced at myself, I didn’t look too bad after all. I pushed myself away from my vanity and she looked at my outfit.

 

“You’re not wearing that are you?” She asked scrunching her nose up at me.

 

“Yeah, jeans and tank, like I always do to Marcus’ parties…’

 

“Not tonight, you’ve got to mix it up. Put a skirt on or something…”

 

I clicked my tongue and shook my head, “Not gonna happen,”

 

“Please, for me…” Gabby opened my drawers and searched for the one jean skirt that I owned. I hate her sometimes. “Show off those killer legs, I know you want too…”

 

“I hate you.”

 

“I know, but you’ll love me for it later…”

 

Without further complaint I slipped out of the jeans and in to the skirt, maybe I was a being narcissistic but I did want Connors attention. So sue me.

 

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Marcus’ parties were always the talk of the school, and any neighboring schools. Gabby grabbed my hand and literally dragged me towards the large house. I tried to keep up with her, but her legs were just a bit longer than my own.

 

A little too excited, Gabby knocked on the front door. The loud music was rattling the windows and after a few short seconds Marcus answered the door.

 

He was tall, teetering towards seven feet easy, a mocha complexion and a handsome face to complete the athletic package.

 

“Gabs! Addi, you guys made it!” He grinned wickedly at us. With one quick movement he scooped us both up in a tight hug.

 

“Like we could miss a Marcus Watkins party?” Gabriella smiled at him, her eyes twinkling just a bit.

 

I knocked my shoulder in to hers, she glanced at me and a faint blush rose on her tanned cheeks. Marcus grinned and moved aside to let us in. That’s when I recognized the bottle of water in his hand.

Though Marcus loved a good party, he never drank. He didn’t want to do anything that could jeopardize his promising future in basketball, which was something I found very admirable about him.

 

“Drinks are in the back, dance floor in the living room, and the pool is where the parties at…” He grinned leading us in to the large house.

 

I glanced at Gabby, “I’m gonna go get a drink, you want something?”

 

Gabby glanced at Marcus and then to me, “No, I’m fine…” She declined casually.

 

I smiled to her and headed towards the kitchen in the back of the house where Marcus always had the keg, and other alcoholic beverages at. My mission tonight was to get completely wasted and not worry about a thing.

 

When I walked in to the kitchen I noticed several familiar faces. I gave a brief smile to them all and made my way through the line to whoever was playing bartender tonight. I recognized the person as Bradley Sullivan, one of Ft. Lauderdale’s defense linemen.

 

He lifted his chin to me, “What’s your poison Adds?”

 

“I’ll take a screwdriver,” I mused looking over the contents of the island in the middle of the kitchen.

 

He nodded and mixed the drink, handing me a red solo cup only a second later. I smiled to him and turned around quickly to mingle throughout the party. Though, my walking was short lived, I hit something solid, and fell on my backside.

 

I saved my drink, incase you were wondering.

 

I stared up, flustered at whomever decided to knock me down. I was surprised to see the person who I had run in to was now crouched down to eye level with me, his brown eyes scoping out my naked legs.

 

“Addison, I’m so sorry. Are you ok?”

 

Oh, I knew that voice too. I smiled a bit and swatted his hand away when he tried to help me up. I forced myself up on to my own two feet and glanced back at Bradley who was muffling his laughter.

 

Connor stood to his full height and looked down at me, “You ok?”

 

“I’m fine, and thankfully, so is my drink…” I mused and took a sip for good measure.

 

Connor chuckled and glanced over his shoulder, “You haven’t changed a bit…” He declared.

 

I gave him a very sarcastic look, “Well you have,” I watched his face contort to a defensive expression and pushed him aside. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, my friends are probably looking for me.”

 

I was sure they weren’t, but he didn’t now that. I left the kitchen in search of someone I liked. Gabby, Alex, Dave or Liz—anyone who I wouldn’t want to kill within several minutes of their company.

 

I found my savior in David and Liz who were in the pool chatting amongst themselves, both donning adorable—almost matching—bathing suits. I slipped out of my flip flops and sat on the edge of the pool, dipping my feet in to the cool water.

 

“Where’ve you been?” David asked carefully his eyebrow lifted in curiosity.

 

“Inside getting a drink, I apparently forgot my bug repellent though…” I lifted my chin to Connor who was coming out of the house. I watched as his eyes scanned the pool area, landing on me for longer than I felt was necessary.

 

“You need me to take care of him?” David questioned about to pull himself out of the pool.

 

I put my hand on his bare shoulder and pushed him back in, “I do not need you to fight my battles, David, but thank you.” I smiled and winked at Liz who was staring at him dreamy-eyed.

 

“Where’s Gabs?” Liz pulled herself out of her awe-stricken daze.

 

“I left her with Marcus; hopefully she’ll be able to put the moves on him or something.”

 

“Do you seriously think that Gabby is going to be able to work up the courage to tell Marcus about her infatuation with him?” David questioned his lips pursed as he dunked Liz in to the water.

 

I laughed and shook my head, “I don’t know… maybe she needs some liquid courage.” I lifted myself up from the pool side and glanced around hoping that I didn’t flash anyone in this annoying skirt Gabby made me wear. “I’ll go find her and slosh a few shots down her throat or something,”

 

David lifted his chin to me as I slipped my shoes back on and headed in to the house to find Gabby. I didn’t find her, instead I found Alex, and he helped me search for Gabby and perhaps Marcus—it couldn’t be too hard to locate a nearly seven foot tall black teen, could it?

 

“I see Marcus,” Alex put his hand on the small of my back and pushed me in the direction he was looking. “Oh, and I found Gabby…” He mused I could hear the smirk in his voice.

 

“Where?” I looked around to find her, and I didn’t see her. That was until Marcus moved slightly and I saw that he was jamming his tongue down my best friend’s throat. “Well hot damn, my work here is done…” I mused glancing at Alex who looked impressed.

 

“That’s an interesting development,” He nudged me in another direction.

 

“I thought I was going to have to pour a couple of shots down her throat before she would be sticking—” I was nudged by Alex who was laughing. I lifted my shoulders and followed him in to the next room.

 

The living room where Marcus, and some of his equally large friends, had moved the furniture out of the way to set up a DJ booth and a dance floor for our entertainment. I groaned, though I loved to dance, I could get a little crazy on the floor and I didn’t want to make an absolute mockery of myself.  At least—not yet.

 

“Dance with me,” He instructed. I laughed at him. Alex feigned a hurt expression.

 

Alex and dancing was like oil and water—they did not mix. He gave me that knee-weakening smile and I gave in just as the DJ started to spin a new record. It was one of Rhiannon’s new songs and I let my hips move along with the rhythm of the bass.

 

I had to laugh the entire time as Alex tried desperately to keep up with me; I finished my drink and pulled him to the kitchen for a new one. I don’t know why, but I was having a hard time keeping my mind off of Connor and how his eyes had lingered over my body in the kitchen earlier, and then how he looked at me by the pool.

 

Maybe Gabby was right, maybe he did have an interest in me after all this time. I shrugged off the thought and got myself and Alex another drink. We were talking in the middle of the kitchen when he was beckoned away by some of his other friends.

 

I waved him off and looked around, wanting to find something to do. I moved from room to room enjoying myself, I loved to watch people it was one of my favorite past times. It was usually very entertaining. I was about to exit the dining room to the French doors that lead to the pool when someone stepped in my way.

 

“Addi,” The voice was deep; oh I knew that voice well. I looked up and saw my ex-boyfriend.

 

Great, where was Alex when you needed a buffer?

 

“Tyson,” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” I lifted my chin defiantly.

 

Tyson graduated last year, he was pretty much the bane of my existence now. We carried on our relationship until I found out that he was cheating on me, not only with one girl, but three. I have to say that I wanted to set fire to his house, but Gabby and Alex wouldn’t let me.

 

“Figured I’d check in on a few of my favorite people before heading off to college,” He mused. The smirk on his handsome face, the one that used to make me go gaga, now just made my stomach turn.

 

“You should keep looking,” I stated trying to side step me, but he was too quick.

 

“You know you’re my favorite, Addison, always were…”

 

I felt like I wanted to slap him—no I was positive I wanted to slap him. He reached out and touched my arm with his fingertips and I backed away.

 

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I felt my emotions getting the best of me and I was not about to be put out at my own friend’s party. Tyson didn’t even like Marcus, so I had no idea why he was even here.

 

“Things were so good for us babe,” He mused.

 

I wanted to choke him now.

 

“Yeah until you started sleeping around with your three other skanks….” I rolled my eyes about to find away to break free from him.

 

He was about to say something when I felt an arm encircle my waist, a large hand squeezed my side as a kiss was placed on my cheek.

 

“There a problem here, babe?”

 

Oh, I knew that voice too… I nearly fainted.

 

Connor pulled me impossibly close and I looked up at him, a thankful gleam in my eye. He smirked down at me and then looked back to Tyson.

 

“Tyson Grayson,” He mused. “I do believe you’re a little old now for these parties, aren’t you?”

 

Tyson looked uncomfortable, he and Connor had been close years ago, but they drifted apart. Tyson looked to me and then to Connor.

 

“You can’t be serious,” He mumbled and smirked. “Taking up my leftovers again, Samuels?”

 

That was only slightly painful, but I was sure it wasn’t as painful as Connor’s punch right in the gut. I hadn’t even noticed him move away from my side to walk up to Tyson and punch him straight in the abdomen. Tyson keeled over and coughed looking at Connor with a strained expression.

 

“You shouldn’t talk about women like that, Ty…” Connor pursed his lips together and glanced over my shoulder. “Especially this one,”

 

He didn’t say anything else; he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the war zone that had just been created. We stopped when we were outside and clearly away from Tyson, at least for the moment.

 

I looked up at him, still a little baffled, and blushed.

 

“Thank you,” I mumbled almost incoherently.

 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He joked leaning down to get closer to me.

 

I rolled my eyes and pushed him slightly, “Thank you…” I reiterated a little louder.

 

He smiled and nodded, “You’re most welcome…” He glanced over his shoulder. “I heard about what happened with you guys last year…” He licked his lips.

 

Everyone had heard about it last year, it was the talk of the summer. There was always some kind of new drama with the kids at Ft. Lauderdale High. This didn’t surprise me at all.

 

“Yeah, not exactly the best situation, that’s for sure… I wasn’t expecting to see him here…” I mused glancing down at myself, subconsciously wondering if Connor was interested in me or not.

 

“Me either,” He nodded his head. “Can I get you something?” He asked sweetly.

 

Wow, he was really laying this nice-guy act thick. I glanced behind him and noticed Tyson lingering in to the party.

 

“You know, I could really use a couple of shots…” I mused lifting my chin to look up at him.

 

“Your wish is my command…” He smiled. I let him take my hand and lead me back in to the house to the kitchen.

 

I don’t know how many shots it was, but it was a lot. And I was feeling it, and I couldn’t say that I was disappointed with myself. I was planning on getting smashed anyways.

 

I decided to let my guard down and hung out with Connor for sometime, I did owe him, and he basically saved my life. Ok, that was an exaggeration, but he was really cute and I was really in to him for such a long time that I could care less what he did to me. At least right now.

 

I was in a pretty flirty conversation with him when he made the first move. He cupped my cheek with his left hand and pulled me closer to him, I felt my stomach twist and turn but didn’t object to it.

 

His lips felt nice, they were soft, and skilled as he pressed them firmly against mine. I was lost in the immense feelings that were rushing over me when I felt someone jerk me up by my elbow.

 

I pulled away, Connor’s face distorted in to a very confused look. My eyes followed the lean arm to its owner. I narrowed my eyes at the blonde and could have sworn I growled at him.

 

“What the hell Alex?” I snapped at him.

 

Alex didn’t say anything, he literally pulled me from my spot and outside in to the night’s cooling breeze. I felt a little flush as the wind kicking around brought me a little closer to reality.

 

I tried to snatch my arm out of Alex’s possession, but it was no use, he was much stronger than I was especially at this point. So instead I stared at him incredulously.

 

“What’s your problem, Alex?” I asked angry with him for interfering with my impromptu romp with a very sexy Connor Samuels.

 

Ok, so maybe it wasn’t the greatest idea I’ve ever had but he’s cute. I have a crush on him, he saved me from a disastrous evening and the alcohol running through my body is making me forgive him—temporarily.

 

“I’m saving you from embarrassing yourself in front of everyone,” Alex held my arm tight in his grasp.

 

“I can make my own decisions,” I yelled at him. “If I want to make-out with Connor Samuels, I’m going to make out with Connor Samuels…”

 

Just as I was saying this Connor came outside making sure that I was ok. I simply nodded, sending a glare in Alex’s direction. I was far too gone to make out the look on Alex’s face as I blew him off and headed over to the French doors of Marcus’ house. It could have been him just being pissed off, or maybe even disappointed.

 

I gave him one last look over my shoulder before disappearing in to the house again. I wasn’t going to let his attitude ruin the rest of a perfectly good party.

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And because I am obsessing over Alice & Jasper right now from Twilight here is a little snippet from my Alice & Jasper story that I'm creating...

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The pixie-like girl grinned holding out her hand to him. An unasked question of whether or not he would come with her, without hesitation he took it. He felt another emotion that he had never felt before—he liked it.

 

She made him sit on the empty stool next to where she had originally been waiting. She flashed him a toothy grin, her sharp, razor-like teeth sparkled in the florescent lighting.

 

“I thought you were never going to show up, Jasper.”

 

A look of shock registered across his handsome face. She let her small, pale hand rest on top of his for a moment.

 

“How did you know—”

 

She laughed, cutting him off, it was like wind chimes, and the blonde creature hoped to hear it often, “I have a special gift, just like you…” The grin on her face didn’t falter. “I can see the future,” She whispered to him quietly, so quietly that no human could possibly hear her. “And my future is with you Jasper Whitlock…”

 

“You know this for a fact?”

 

The petite young woman’s grin widened, “Absolutely,”

 

He felt her confidence, her assurance. Settling his own anxiety. He had taken a good look at her small form and knew that he was interested in whatever future he could have with her.

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And just because I'm still obsessed... here's a bit of my Alice fic (this is before she is turned)... I know I'm a glutton for punishment! :)

As normal as a girl could get who could see the future.

 

“Mary Alice,” A voice called from down the hall.

 

The dark haired girl looked up to her closed door. She had to act quickly. She shoved her last few things in to her bag and glanced to the open window behind her. She slung her bag over her shoulder and grabbed the low black pumps next to her bare feet.

 

Quickly, she was to the window. She tossed her shoes to the grass below and hauled herself over the window sill and on to the awaiting terrace that was strategically placed below her window.

 

She was halfway down when she heard her door open in her room, she looked up as if she had been caught and let out a low breath, “Mary Alice?” Her mother’s voice showed distress not seeing her eldest daughter in her room. “Mary Alice Brandon, where are you?”

 

Large brown eyes looked up as her mother’s voice got louder. She saw her mother now, hanging half out of the window, “Mary Alice, what on God’s Earth are you doing?”

 

“I am not going to that place, mother.”

 

Mary Alice jumped from the terrace, close enough to the ground now, and grabbed her shoes. She looked up to see her mother’s face distort to pure shock. No one had said a word about the asylum around Mary Alice.

 

“Mary Alice, it is for your own good!” Her mother nearly shrieked as Mary Alice backed away from the house. “Frank!” She called her husband’s name. “Frank, go outside and snatch your daughter, she’s trying to run away…” She heard her mother’s footsteps, loud, in the house.

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Lalala... I can't stand myself right now...

I just updated Blue Moon with a short chapter, but I felt like I was just wasting time in Port Angeles, so I wanted to wrap it up. Next they are going to the Rez and we'll see what happens there...

In the mean time, here's a glimpse at a future chapter....
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A milky white hand clasped over my mouth and a starling realization struck me. A beautiful face stared back at me, too beautiful. The hand over my mouth was ice-cold and caused me to shiver.

Bright pink lips pursed and the beautiful creature gave a simple shake of his head.

“Now, now you don’t want to alarm your friends do you, sweet Molly?” His voice was just as elegant as his face.

I could feel my heart pounding a steady tattoo in my chest. How did he know my name? Was my first initial thought, and the second: I thought Jacob said all of the newborn vampires were gone?

A precarious smirk formed on his porcelain colored face, “Molly, my sweet Molly you finally came back home…” He removed his hand from my mouth—slowly.

“Who the hell are you?” I forced the words out of my mouth.

“You don’t know?” He looked bemused. “You should really pay more attention,” He cooed, he wrapped one of his strong arms around my middle and pulled my tightly against his rock hard body. I felt the wind leave my lungs and I gasped desperately for air.

I could feel my body shaking, whether it was from fear or the coldness of his body, I wasn’t sure.

“I now that you’re the bastard that killed my brother…” I managed to cough out. “But who are you? Why did you kill Patrick?” I wanted to squirm, wanted to try and hurt him, but for some reason I instinctively knew that it would be no use. “How do you know who I am?”

His cold nose traveled over my cheek, his lips resting dangerously close to the major vein in my neck. I could feel the blood pumping through my veins quickly as my heart hammered in my chest. I heard him inhale deeply.

“You smell sweet,” I felt his tongue flick across my neck, causing me to flinch. “Oh, you should be very, very still, my sweet Molly.” He instructed. “We don’t want an accident, now do we?”

He breathed in deeply again, “What do you want?” I asked not daring to move now, only finding the courage to speak out of pure curiosity. I wanted some kind of information, something to work with to find out whom the hell this person—or creature rather, was.

“You, of course…” He laughed a bit. I felt his posture change quickly, “Your friends are coming,” He smelled the air again. “I’ll be back for you soon, sweet Molly…”

I felt the cold, hard body disappear from behind me and I fell forward gasping desperately for air.
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I can't wait until things get to this point... is she dreaming? Is she awake? Where the hell is she and why is she alone? Hmmm... who knows... :)

I have to say that I love Friday the 13th, it's such a weird day, and everyone freaks out about it. I think it's funny, and I like it.  My husband and I went with some friend and saw the new Friday the 13th movie, it was pretty good, but the highlights were Jared Padlecki and Travis Van Winkle (if I were him I would have changed my name at 18, LOL). They are such great eye-candy and I couldn't help but stare and drool over them.  Though, I knew as soon as Travis came on the screen that he was going to be playing the jock/prick type and knew instinctively that he was going to die. They always do.   Jared's character was swoon worthy.  And boy did I swoon. LOL! :) 

Valentine's Day was good, I guess, I really don't care for the holiday. Another excuse to spend money I don't have.  :-/ But the husband was very good to me and bought me my favorite flowers, tulips & irises and also a dozen chocolate covered strawberries.   I made him several scrap book pages and made him a romantic dinner, yum! :)


As for writing, I haven't had a lot of time the last couple of days, but I did get a good idea for a short-original piece. I was listening to Miranda Lambert and got a good idea, so I'll pot a little bit of it here. We'll see what happens... but that'll be later today probably when I get it down in word.

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You know what's been missing? My final two 100-word prompts for Caleb. I had them written out in my folder from school and just never typed them out, so here are the final two.

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Title: Inhibitions
Prompt: Forward

            Caleb Danvers was not the kind of person who would immediately jump into bed with someone on the first date; though tonight was an exception.          

            Green eyes gazed in to his, lust-stricken. How could he deny her or himself of what they both wanted, what they needed?

            His lips met hers; he threw his inhibitions to the wind. He was going to enjoy himself without minding the consequences, for once. 

            He let his large hands tangle in her soft hair, the girl hastily pulled at his t-shirt, leaving it a crumpled mess on her dorm floor. He was moving forward.

 

 

Title: Something More
Prompt: Happy
 

            He hadn’t thought that the dark feelings would ever go away or if he would ever be able to get over her. But this was a start. This was something more.
 

            Things in Ipswich hardly ever happened as they should, but when you’ve lived your entire life that way, it came as less of a surprise. Everything had changed for him in just a few short weeks.

            Even his friends could see the change. She could see the change. Most of all, he could feel the change. He was no longer remorseful or sorrowful. He was content, he was happy.
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Lalala, I'm trying to work on Blue Moon, but I'm kind of stuck. I'll have to see what I can pull out for it. Athena/Reid is kind of soaking up the muse time, and I don't mind. I love writing them.   Jude/Tyler, I haven't started working on Jude's part of Chapter 3 yet, I'm trying to find out a way to get her to show herself, with out her ability which I find sort of difficult without ignoring the fact that she has it.

Blah, we'll see what I can come up with. Brain don't fail me now! :)

I've been searching for pictures for Flo, I finally found Connie and Wesley, and I've added them to the new album for Tomorrow Never Knows.  Here are some girls I thought would be matched up well with Reid...

I think I like the girl with the hooded sweatshirt best, but I'm not sure. What do you think??

So, I impressed myself with finishing yet ANOTHER chapter of Decipher, which is now posted. Yay, I finally found my muse for that story again, and I'm kind of glad, because I really liked the original idea. So, hopefully I will be able to spit this out regularly, because as Celine said "It's all coming back to me now...."  -- Ok my useless humor, don't mind me.

I also finished the second chapter to the Jude story, yay... and I'm thinking about posting it but I'm trying to find the right summary for it. Grey, I just emailed it to you to see what you think of it, and also see what you think about a summary... Rawr, that's my least favorite part about writing is trying to sum it all up in a few lines.

Blasphemy!

I've thought about rekindling one of my stories that are on Hiatus, but I'm not sure if I want to or not. I'm not sure if I can find my muse for that or if I'm going to possibly start posting my story for the Love Series I was thinking about, starting with Pogue. I think I might do that. I don't know yet. I've got all day to decide but I dunno. I'm covering for someone at work, so my usual workload is about 1/3 of what I usually do and I have a lot of free time where I can write... so I'm trying to find some inspiration.

Now, let me get back to trying to write.... :)