A Twist in the Tale

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Paranormal romance is all the rage. Girls everywhere are falling in love with vampires and werewolves and dragons. Even zombies are being romanticized. We've had females swooning over ghosts for ages, which has been exceedingly complicated, due to the whole intangible thing. However, the female population have proved themselves loyal fangirls time and time again, as they've overcome fangs, claws, fur, and who knows what else, in order to stay committed to their, in many cases, undead lover.

Well I think vampires are kind of cute myself. Maybe that's because I was in love with one once. He loved me too, and we were very happy for a long time. Of course, that was almost one hundred and fifty years ago, and the rest of the clan is telling me to move on. But things aren't easy for female vampires, because no one falls in love with us.

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Alexei and I were the epitome of the gothic romance. He was a vampire, crazed with bloodlust, and I was an unsuspecting, completely sensible English young woman. Despite the stories and the unexplained disappearances, I did not believe there were really vampires in London. I told myself there had to be a more logical explanation right up till that night I was walking home from a social at Lady Marian's. Normally, for such a walk, I would've had an escort, but I had ditched mine, finding his company rather unfavorable. I had been not a block from the inn where I rented my rooms, a respectable establishment, though not the most posh place on the street, when he had swooped down, literally, from the rooftops above me.

Running, especially given the shoes and the skirt which were popular during that time period, was futile. He overtook me in a moment. I got one quick look at his deep black eyes and his marble white skin before his lips were on my neck, his teeth piercing the skin just above my collar.

After my transformation Alexei never left my side. Neither he nor I were able to truly come to a conclusion, as to why he stayed with me. It isn't the way vampires typically treat their victims. To be sure, we took thousands of humans together for years afterwards, but none of them, even those who made it all the way to transformation, ever stayed with us. The best we could conclude was that we were supposed to be together, or Alexei wouldn't have waited in the street while I changed. He had leaned over me, letting his black cape conceal my shuddering, changing form. The first sight I glimpsed as I opened my newly changed eyes, now a midnight black and with much keener vision than I'd previously known, was his face. His hand was resting on my cheek and the expression he wore was not that of the hunter I had looked at just moments ago. Instead he looked excited and tender, all at once.

Alexei and I were happy. True, we were soulless, careless killers, preying on the innocent and the not-so-innocent with no care for which was which. True, we lived on the run, attacking a city until the inhabitants were ready to hire an expert or chase us out with stakes themselves. It was not a "good" life, but it was exciting and we were always together. That is, we were always together until the purge. That's the day Alexei, our entire clan, and even our child were destroyed, and I was given the worst gift a vampire can be given: a conscious.

Haunted House

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May I first just say I adore the included definition on this prompt? It cracks me up. On the real. Second of all, Happy Halloween to you all! All five of you. :)

Well this was stupid. I always told myself I wasn't going to be that girl. You know the one I'm talking about, right? The dumb one! The stupid girl who gets talked into going into a haunted house, because some guy thought it would be romantic in the most messed up way. So much for always considering myself to be an intellectual.

This wasn't the first dumb thing I'd done. It was the second. The first dumb thing that I'd allowed to happen, that I'd vowed would never happen, was that I let myself like Mark Rommers. Mark was that boy. There's one at every school. He's cute and kind of goofy, and extremely irritating and yet everyone likes him. Like it doesn't matter who you are. If you're female and straight, no intellectual thought process is going to keep you from having at least an inkling of feeling towards Mark Rommers.

And while I'd love to get you truly caught up on the fascinating backstory, the truth is I have bigger problems to deal with right now. I'm stuck inside a house which I can't get out of. There's nowhere to hide because the house can feel us, it can feel our weight on the floor and it can feel the anxiety and stress that's causing us to hunch our shoulders and stick our necks out like wary chickens.

Sure, this house is haunted. I mean there's ghosts and everything. But the house also is haunted. Like the house itself is practically a ghost. Its a moving, reasoning, thinking being but it's not actually alive. And I'm afraid. True and honest afraid. Not that knee shaking sensation I sometimes get right before I stand up to make a rebuttal in a debate, but so afraid that when Mark Rommers reached out to take my hand I felt nothing new. All I felt was fear.

A Nape and Pot Halloween

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I'm writing in orange because IT IS HALLOWEEN!!!! YAY! 

I want to inform you that I actually wrote for almost a whole hour today. However, to read any of what I wrote, you'll have to check out the newest chapter of Protector.

https://www.fanfiction.net/story/story_preview.php?storyid=6763798&chapter=1

The link is right there, see, so you have no excuse not to read it. You also can't accuse me of not writing tonight because chapter 32 is the longest one yet, at actually over double the length of any other chapter so far. And I love it. 

So if the idea of Lucius Malfoy carving pumpkins intrigues you, go read it. Right now. Just click on the link. 

Have a safe and happy Halloween!!

Friendly Execution

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You’re in an unfamiliar situation. People you know are there, though they are all acting strange. As the scene moves on, it becomes clear that you’re about to be executed by friends and you have no idea why. Find out why and attempt to save yourself.

I feel as though this prompt is EXCEEDINGLY creepy.

It was certainly a very odd Halloween party. Betty had invited me, and assured me that "everyone" would be there. Rian had backed her up on that, claiming that if I didn't go I'd "regret it for the rest of the century." 

So I went. I'd dressed as Batman, according to plan. I'd matched my Batman hoodie, complete with mask and utility belt, with some black skinny jeans, buckled boots, and a black cape I'd originally worn when dressing up as a witch in my freshman year of High School.

The first thing I noticed upon entering the party was a giant gallows in the corner. It seemed a bit morbid. I mean, sure, it was Halloween, but what was next? A guillotine? The second thing I noticed was that all of my friends were dressed as one of three things. There were the pirates- Rian, Kaitlin, Aubrey, Alison, and about half of the guys there. Then there were the fairies- Sarah, Betty, Whitney, Lauren, Alyssa and surprisingly all the rest of the boys. My brothers, I noticed, were even in attendance and were, all three, dressed as fairies. Complete with wings. Perplexing as all this was, even stranger still was the last costume. It was a dalek costume. Almost cylindrical, bronze, and shiny. There were variations, of course, from costume to costume, but I felt like I'd missed out on the part of the invitation where they mentioned the theme. 

Sarah came fluttering- fairy as she was- over to me, waving her arms to make the fabric attached to her wrists fly out behind her.
"I'm so glad you could make it!" she exclaimed.

"Me too," I answered, although at this point it wasn't quite the truthful answer. I was more confused than anything else. 

Suddenly I was pricked by the plastic tips of four cheaply constructed swords. The Pirates were greeting me, which was now apparently done by sword tip.

Honestly...much as I'd like to finish out this BIZARRE prompt....I got only about three hours of sleep last night and it's late and I'm dying a little so...I'll finish it tomorrow and do my authentic thang. Deal? Ok. Goodnight. Loves.