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Bloody Prophecies Chapter 1Spike had been busy imagining how Angelus’s intestines would look around Dru’s neck when he got a splatter of blood on his face. He licked the red liquid from the corner of his mouth as he looked at his sire. Her hand had clenched around the heart tightly, her strength causing it to burst. He raised his blue eyes to her face and frowned. Drusilla’s skin had gone even whiter than normal and her eyes were wide.
“Dru, Baby, everything alright?” he asked only to see her turn her eyes to Angelus.
“There are going to be sparkles in the heart tonight Daddy. I don’t want them; they will make the pieces one and a new player will come. He’s going to change all the rules.”
Spike stared thoughtfully at her as Angelus stroked her hair. The ancient vampire was humoring her. The poof had never had the same faith in Drusilla’s visions as Spike did. This one looked promising too. He couldn’t say he was all that fond of the current
ReminiscingShe had changed a lot since he first met her. He could still remember the little blonde bombshell he had fallen off his skateboard for.
‘Well duh, it was only a couple years ago,’ he thought in amusement.
Still, things had been so simple back then; just him, Willow, G-man, and the Buffster. Buffy hadn’t been much of a planner back then. She had used a three part strategy: Greet, stake, and leave.
She had been more interested in boys and life then the undead, unless said undead was a hunk of course. Xander still didn’t like Angel and he doubted he ever would.
Then Buffy had died, and that had changed her a little. Well to be fair death tended to change most people. She was still fun and crazy but she took the whole slayer gig a little more seriously. She was more selfish then; he felt guilty admitting it but he knew it was true. She saved the world sure, but sometimes it was in a very ‘do I have to?’ way. After all she had nearly let the world end and
Change Of Players Chapter 6It was a week later that Ciel finally decided to show up. Elizabeth had just been about to go do some training when her maid Mey-Rin found her.
“Young master Ciel is here to see you my Lady,” the red head said and Elizabeth sighed.
“Honestly, that boy has the worst timing. Show him to my sitting room, and send Edward with tea and cake.”
“Right away my lady,” Mey-Rin said and hurried away.
Elizabeth slowly made her wait to the sitting room where Ciel waited. The boy's blue eyes fixed on her as she entered and she offered him a fake smile.
“Hello Ciel, please sit. Edward will be arriving shortly with tea,” she said and then made her way to her chair.
She arranged her clothes as she sat so she could easily reach her sword if needed. It never hurt to be careful after all. When she glanced up she saw Ciel studying her sharply, and she raised an eyebrow in reply. She waited in silence; she had no plans to give Ciel help in figuring out her secr
A Scaled WishThis story has effects of figure swapping of the female variety, with a heavy price. Simple, if you don’t like, don’t read. Enjoy and have a good day. ^^
The loud bustling commute of people traversed the reflective linoleum floors. Conversations in and out of character seemed cluttered as voices spoke, tones getting louder all in an effort to outdo one another. This was the common case at the Cherry Creek Mall. Through all the commotion and consumers, it was a single individual who caught the eye of lady luck.
“Damn it’s crowded today.” Isis looked around frustrated, sliding past the clusters of people atop her pair of blue converse shoes.
The short 5’3” Latina drove through the crowded sections, her body fluent and nimble as she squeezed through. It was what followed her constantly that became an issue, though not in a bad way.
“Geesh, could these people be any closer together?” Isi
The Sweet Smell of RevengeThe Sweet Scent of Revenge
"Hey watch where you're going, freak," Miranda yelled rudely as she bumped into Kate, or more accurately walked directly into her.
"Hey, you walked into me," Kate replied with a bite. Kate was one of the few people who was willing to and able to stand up to Miranda and her girls. With pitch black hair, nails, and clothing, one of the schools few goths obviously didn't care much about Miranda's requirements for popularity or the hierarchy she had set up at school, and had, on more than one occasion, actually spit out Miranda and her 'flunkies', much to their surprise and disgust. But this time was different. They had gone out of their way to provoke her, walking directly into her in an almost empty hallway.
"It's not my fault you were in my way," Miranda replied with cattiness in her voice as she walked away, a smile on her face.
"Actually, it is," Kate smirked as she too continued walking, "But don't worry, you'll pay for it soon enoug
Hollow BeautyHollow Beauty
"Hey Lauren, after you finish restocking the shelves, can you put the new clothes on the mannequins in the women's department before closing up," Ashley asked, or more commanded as she finished emptying the last group of registers in Carter's, the largest department store in the Main St. Mall, "I've got to get home in time for a date with Chad."
"Oh, okay," Lauren said hesitatingly as she put a stack of folded jeans onto their proper shelf.
"That is, unless you have something you have to be at...a date, going out with friends, anything..." Ashley was clearly once again passive aggressively taunting Lauren for her usual lack of social activity and relationships. She wasn't exactly the 'social butterfly' that most of the people who worked in her department. Mostly because she didn't have the same confidence as the others...while most of them were high school or even college cheerleaders and the like, she was a bit more booky. In fact, some of her co-worker
From Panels to Pages: Hook, Line and SinkerThere are some days where life throws you something totally unexpected that takes you out of the daily routine. I've noticed these changes can oftentimes be little adventures in and of themselves, wonderful little side stories to our "normal" walks.
Then again, living in a home full of Pokémon means that "normal" is usually anything but. So on a sunny Wednesday morning, another of life's little twists and turns came to trip me up.
Or rather, the twisting, turning tip of my dear Arbok's tail was what tripped me up.
I really should've learned by now that the long corridors of the Manor are the most likely spots for Arbok or my other serpentine Pokémon pals to ambush me! It's in their nature, after all; scouting out places to surprise their marks, which are most of the time all me. Within seconds of the toe of my shoe bumping into the purple appendage sticking out of the side storage room, she'd curled her tail all the way up my leg.
"WHOA! What the--?"
My surprise took away any
The School Of Pokemon: Year 2 Begins!"To think it's... technically, my second year here..." I muttered aloud, looking over at Silenrea and Lucaria, the former floating near the bed i sat on, incidentally created by her, and the latter sitting next to me with a big smile as usual.
My room had finally been transformed into something halfway-decent. The walls had been, literally, painted into a forest-look. The Ceiling had been given, what the Dark-types called, the Clock Paint. It changed from sun to starry night as time passed, they apparently used it often in their rooms. It was... quite nice really. Although in their terms, i owed them an arm and a leg for it, not literally thankfully, but i knew someday, likely soon knowing my luck, that favor would be called upon.
I had gotten a dresser to use for whatever I dang well please, made lovingly out of shells, literally. Giant, Seashells. Don't ask how it worked. I'd probably give myself a headache trying to explain.
Despite all the craziness I had seen from this place so fa
How I claimed Amy Rose pt. 04How I claimed Amy Rose
A narrative through the eyes of Shadow the Hedgehog
I sat still for what felt like hours. What the hell do I do? What would Amy think if she caught me?! Why am I so nervous with Blaze sitting on my lap? That's innocent enough.... right? I flinch as Blaze shifts a bit in my lap and actually hugs me and rests her head on my chest.... I start to sweat as my heart races.... Why am I so nervous? Why am I worried of Amy will see this? It's not like she would be jealous.... Would she?
"Mmmmmmm hey there Silver.... It's been a while...." Blaze groans out as she rubs her head on my chest. i think she can feel my chest tuft under my shirt....
Goddammit.... I don't know what to do.... I freeze as I hear the kitchen door swing open and footsteps coming my way....
With Amy in front, she looks at me, smirks, and crosses her arms, "So, getting re-acquainted with Blaze, eh Shadow?"
The School Of Pokemon: Year 1 Finale! Part Final!"Wake-up! Wake-up! Wake-up!" Lucaria said in a rather hurried fashion.
I woke up to that, literally. Lucaria was shaking me like crazy and i felt like I was going to be shaken into pieces at this point.
"GOOD ARCEUS! LUCARIA! I'M UP! I'M UP!" I yelled as the shaking finally stopped. "You're... INSANE!"
"Do you have any idea what day it is?" Lucaria asked me hurriedly.
"Um... no" I half-lied, having no clue what today was but knowing i'd figure it out sooner or later.
"ITS... CHRISTMAS!" Lucaria yelled happily.
"You'd think they'd call it Arceusmas or something..." I muttered. "Makes more sense..."
I would rub my eyes a little and then I notice that Silenrea is present in the room also. Apparently they were both waiting for me, and I guess Lucaria didn't want to wait any longer. Seems the two exchanged gifts of sorts already.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." The Eon says with a grin. "Hope you're ready for your first Pokemon Christmas."
"You'd think i'd be allowed to sleep more considering h
How I claimed Amy Rose pt. 03How I claimed Amy Rose
A narrative through the eyes of Shadow the Hedgehog
I walk into the kitchen with Amy as she sits me down at the table and starts preparing everything for breakfast.
"You know, you don't have to do that, I can handle it myself." I say as I stand up.
Amy sits me back down and waves her finger at me saying, "No no Shadow.... You blacked out and had a seizure.... You need to rest up.... Let me handle this..." She puts on my black apron and inspects the fridge and my pantry. "Hmm... What can I work with.... Ah!" She grabs some eggs, ham sausage and potatoes as well as some pancake mix. She smiled at me and said, "You know, it's kinda funny... I was expecting freeze dried military meals and I.V. bags", which she finishes off with a giggle.
"I have a tongue and sense of taste you know.... And I DID have to live off of MRE's for months at a time.... But fresh food will always bea
ParadiseLife was perfect, or at least it was as close to perfect as it could get. There would be no challenge or fun in a perfect world after all.
He lived in an immense city, one so colossal he could never get bored. The city was surrounded by forest where he could go be a wolf if he wanted to. A forest with lots of running space and animals he could hunt when he got tried of human food.
His gang was so large that he never had to look for a fight. Whenever he wanted some violence it was there. If he wanted more then just a friendly brawl he would head to the other side of the city, There he could fight with his teeth or his knife, which ever he preferred at the moment. There were few things in the world he loved more then a good fight. Feeling his muscles burn, the sweat on his back. The taste of blood on his fangs or the feel of it on his hands and blade. The beautiful dance of death and danger.
He was a danger addict; he had no problems admitting it. He lived for the adrenaline rush a
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