~Nival Vixen~

A list, of all things, due to boredom

2009-12-23T03:12:53Z

This is a list of what is in my bag (yes, I am that bored)

- 20 or so pens, 2 pencils
- 2 USB's (one with all of my updates, the other empty and as an emergency backup, just in case ... something or other happens to the other one - upon which, my death will be certain because I'm bad and that's the only USB I have with my stories on it... people may hunt me down and kill me if I lose it... which is kinda comforting to know, because if someone tries to steal my USB/bag with my USB in it, then that person won't live to see their next birthday... ... yes, I'm aware of how twisted and warped my mind is)
- iPod and headphones - a very pretty one, and I loves it!
- bus timetable and swipe card
- about 3 other pamphlets that can't be bothered throwing out
- stick of extra strong mentos (I like peppermint)
- keychain with about 5 different loops, but only 2 keys - one of the USB's is on this chain, as is a light-up Tigger, and if I look for it, I think I've still got my other keychain with a tiny knife
- purse with too many business cards (I like getting stuff for free, so a lot are cards for food places... you know 'buy five coffees and get the 6th for free!' too bad I don't drink coffee)
- tissues, panadol, other sanitary stuff (including toothbrush, nail file, comb, )
- a leather whip ... sort of but not really - it's the leather strap from a broken handbag
- 5 games of Soduko - completed! (The 'extra hard' puzzle with cheats)
- a dollar coin (I'm rich and leaving the country with that whole dollar! Don't try and stop me!)
- small notepad, paper to write on, work roster
- a button
- a museli bar and a bottle of water (chop-chip crunchy museli bar if you're interested)
- other stuff that I can't remember and I can't really be bothered going to look at the moment!

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I blame the weather on Joss...

2009-12-22T06:40:03Z

It's raining, it's pouring ... the old man isn't snoring because there's lightning and thunder that's keeping him awake!
... actually, that rhyme is kind of depressing if you think about it - hit his head and then didn't wake up in the morning ... doesn't that mean he died? :|

... and now to my real reason for this post: my pants ... yes, my pants... the rain is currently pouring down, storm-weather all around and, of course, I'm wearing my pants that are a bit too long, so I'll have that wet feeling around my ankles all the way home ... oh, rain's easing off ... that was quick ... thunder's still going though

well, don't have an umbrella, and the ariel-scanning work that I *was* doing was stopped prematurely due to the computer being restarted and now I can't log in again!

I blame Joss

Only 4 days left!! :| or 8 depending what you're thinking of :P

2009-12-20T23:54:48Z

Only 4 days til Christmas Day! I'm just glad I got all of my Christmas shopping done yesterday! The shops were packed and I got elbowed a couple times ... but then I walked into a wall, a pole and a trolley all on my own, so I couldn't really do much glaring at the people with elbows! I also finished organising my study yesterday! Now just need to finish (start) my room -_- .. we moved house again, in case you're wondering what I'm on about! :P More importantly, there's only 8 days til I go on my holiday interstate!! And don't worry, I'm bringing my USB *hehe* Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year to everyone!!!! *glomps and cake* I better get back to work before I get into trouble :S

Delay in all things good ... and the not so good

2009-12-18T01:57:22Z

Due to a recent move, I don't have an internet connection ... and I have to unpack everything as well, and then repack for a holiday! *yay*
so... as usual, the Christmas presents will probably be new years present!

My apologies for the delay ... Hope you all have a great Christmas, holiday, New Year, etc.

*hugs*

Writer's Block: 2012

2009-12-05T12:21:08Z

If the world were going to end on December 21, 2012, how would you spend the last of your days on earth and why?

Submitted By rainwizard

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Escaping to the highest point in the world to avoid the flooding/zombies that will follow the end of the world - everyone knows zombies don't climb mountains ... unless they're the Von Trapp family.

I bought more books!

2009-12-05T12:08:14Z

Yes ... I think I'm becoming a book-a-phile ... which sounds really creepy :|

I bought:
- 3 filled-to-the-top green shopping bags full of books (1 was for my mum) for $15 - it's $5 per *bag* ... They're probably regretting that! Hehe! and they have a store! It's $10 a bag at the store, but that's freaking worth every dollar!!!!
- the entire 2008 World Book Encyclopaedia collection (brand new!) for a LOT less than it should have been ... *squee*

Screw Team Edward or whatever the latest craze is, I love my books!!!!
- You know why they call it a craze don't you? Because it makes people crazy, and the fad itself is just a crazy thing that will soon pass ... books will last forever! SO NAH! *pokes tongue out and returns to my book mattress*

Books, books, books, books, books, books, books, books, books, books, books

P.S. Don't you just love my new icon? XD You can so tell someone who's never worked in a library made it - you just can not wear those shoes when you're shelving in a library!

Happy belated Birthday!

2009-12-05T08:53:04Z

Happy birthday to mel_darcy for yesterday!
(Apologies for the lateness!)

Hope you had a great day, Mel!

*hugs*

Happy birthday!

2009-12-05T08:44:08Z

kohaku_y_n for the 6th!

Hope you have a great day, Tarra!

*glomps*</span>

NaNoWriMo

2009-11-29T12:35:36Z

I REACHED 50,000 WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I actually got over the 50K mark! Now, I just need to finish turning my last three pages of 2,000 words of notes into actual sentences! (even without those notes, I've still reached 50K) *squee*

I am soooooooooooooooooooooooo happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not that you can tell :P

*happy dance*

I feel like the little writer that could...

2009-11-28T11:47:05Z

OMG OMG OMG OMG ... O.M.G.
4,000 words left until I reach the 50,000 word goal!!!!!!

Tell me I can do this ... my fingers feel numb, and so does my brain :| ... lucky the end part is already written up in notes and I just need to expand it! ... I can do this... I can!

*runs around house, waving arms around* ... and when I write that, I mean that I do it literally ... tis great fun and cooling in this dang hot weather!

I know I can do this; I know I can; I know I can ... I hope I can; I hope I can; I really, really, really hope I can...

ahhhhhhhhh

and just for the fun of it all, Twinsley!icon

This is what I'm doing instead of writing for NaNoWriMo ... this is worrying

2009-11-27T11:55:06Z

addikat ^_^ because sometimes NaNoWriMo procrastination just isn't enough if you don't have to answer a whole lot of questions to do it! ... Either way, I'm still going to blame Joss!

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Favourite song right now? Drumming Song by Florence and the Machine - I have listened to it over 150 times according to my iTunes... but that doesn't include the times I watched the video clip, or have just had it playing over and over in my head...
Oh, or Seasons of Love from the movie Rent ... I used to have that song, and I listened to it over 100 times in one day because it is that freaking awesome! ... and now I have it again! *evil laughter inserted here*

What did you last eat? Pizza ... and I now realise that pizza and I will no longer be friends, unless I make it myself

What kind of books do you read? Everything and anything... I'm not the biggest fan of horror or crime though. If I read horror, it has to be during the day, and crime is just a bit tedious for my mind. Both of which is probably why I couldn't finish reading Silence of the lambs!

What are you reading right now? ... I have a whole lot of books from the library that I still have yet to read. Although I did just finish Emergency by Neil Strauss, which was awesome! .. my list of books from the library is as follows:
The Softwire Virus (Rings of Orbis book #1) by PJ Haarsma
The Hours by Michael Cunningham
Trust no one: the secret life of Sidney Reilly by Richard Spence ... (also got the first season of Reilly - series with Sam Neil that's based on Sidney Reilly)
And another thing by Eoin Colfer (that which Douglas Adams is no longer alive to write *sniffles* ... I need my towel)

If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be? ... I'm not allowed to say, it's against the laws of my home-planet ... I mean, there is nothing else out there ... </Jedi hand wave>

What's really creepy? Hair in the drain ... *shudders*

Name one odd item within five feet of you. Just one? Well, myself if I count ... If not, then my jar that has chopsticks and popsicle sticks in it. Yes, it really exists - I will photograph it to prove it ... Tis pretty-ful!

What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction? Draco/Ginny/Blaise, Draco/Ginny, Harry Potter's death (scratch that, make it any of the Golden Trio -_- ... they deserve it), Glee

What did you really want to do today that you didn't? I have very simple wishes for life ... I'm good for today XD

What are you most excited for? Christmas holidays, going to SA to see friends! *yay*

What websites do you always visit when you go online? LJ, Mail, Hotmail, Gmail, Rings of Orbis, local library catalogue, fanfiction, FB (sometimes).

What was the last thing you bought? Books... which shouldn't surprise anyone!

If you could have any pet, what would it be? Something that would outlive me ... pets dying really sucks :( ... or something that would die quickly, so I wouldn't have time to get attached to it ... Which means, either a turtle or a goldfish XD

What do you want right this minute, off the top of your head? *insert my dirty thoughts here* ... ... *innocent whistling*

Where is the place you like to return to in order to calm down/relax/etc.? My bedroom ... My mac is there *glomps mac tightly while still typing ... now that's multi-tasking!

How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop? A whosie what? *blank stare* ... is this supposed to be one of those remotely sexual questions that no one really gets? *frowns*

Are there any bits of childhood that you miss? My memory of it.

Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter? Winter and Spring.

Say something to the person who tagged you: Hi! ^_^ ... I won't say KW's behind you, because that would be mean. Have a great weekend!

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Slight edit: Apparently, on Facebook, if you say you're in a relationship and don't specify who it's with, you will instantly get pelted with online FB messages, MSN IM's, and texts ... And then you feel bad when you tell them that you're in a relationship with food, so you think maybe you should just insert some random name to make everyone feel better (maybe not that random person though) ... Any name offers? XD

NaNoWriMo update ... again

2009-11-26T13:04:46Z

I've just finished writing for tonight - absolutely tired now - and I've just gone over 41,000 words!!!!! *woot*

I'm just shy of my goal for today, but since I've been sick the last few days, I'm bloody happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <- exclamation points are an indicator of my happiness :P

Now I have four more days to write 9,000 words! Wish me luck :D ... I just hope I don't finish the story and run out of something to write!! :S

And you should be proud to know that I haven't played QWERTY warriors or Rings of Orbis in two whole days! ... mostly because of being sick, but still! ... My slaves are probably dead now, dammit! -_-'

Oh no ... I feel pretty from West Side Story is playing on my iTunes ... and right when I want to go to bed, so I'll go to sleep with that in my head now ... *facepalm* ... and it's probably worse that I know all the words, right?

NaNoWriMo update!

2009-11-21T06:19:42Z

I've just gone over 24,000 words! *yay*

Of course, according to the NaNo Stats, I'm supposed to reach 33,333 words in order to achieve the 50,000 words! ... only 9,333 words to go!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh *pulls hair*

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Someone remind me why I chose to do this?! *facepalm*

Clothes off - chapter four

2009-11-21T05:19:19Z

Disclaimer: I don't own The Italian Job, or anything associated with it. I don't own Shawn Fanning either.

Summary: After getting their friend completely smashed after a break-up, Rob and Left Ear find out exactly what Lyle wants in a woman. Handsome Rob, being the friend that he is, tries to get her for Lyle. But after many mistakes, fun, and a new job, Lyle may just find the right woman all by himself.

Ships:
Lyle / Original Character (Darcy, aka Archie)
Charlie / Stella

Rating: M15

Status: In progress

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Chapter Four

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Some years before...

Lyle glared across the cafeteria at his roommate. Shawn Fanning ignored his piercing glare, and Lyle returned to his lunch, stabbing the sausage with more force than necessary.

"I know he stole it! It was my program, my idea! That bloody prick," Lyle muttered, stabbing the meat product a few more times. "It was going to make me famous, dammit!"

"Just get it back from him then," Darcy said, sighing. It was the fifth time in the past twenty minutes that Lyle had brought up his stupid program. It wasn't her fault that he'd fallen asleep in front of his computer, so why did she have to continuously hear about it?

"If it was that easy, I would have done it already," Lyle said, scoffing at her suggestion.

"Have you even tried?" Darcy asked, rolling her eyes at him.

"No," he admitted sourly. "But he won't give it back to me. He's taller than me," Lyle muttered.

"The entire campus population is taller than you, Lyle! Get your balls out of your damned computer, and go get your stupid program back!"

"If you think he'd give it back, you go get it!" Lyle replied.

Darcy muttered to herself at the stupidity of someone who was really quite smart. "You're such a coward," she said, shaking her head.

Standing up, Darcy grabbed her bag and started across the cafeteria towards Shawn. As she made her way towards him, she continued to mutter under her breath about Lyle's idiocy.

"Shawn, give me Lyle's program disk back," Darcy said forcefully, glaring at him.

Shawn just laughed. "He's too weak to do it himself, so he sends his little girlfriend to get it for him!" Shawn said, laughing.

"I'm not his girlfriend. Now give it back," Darcy said, moving closer.

"If you're not his girlfriend, prove it to me. Then I'll give his alleged program back," Shawn retorted, smirking.

"How do you expect me to prove that to you?" Darcy asked, rolling her eyes.

"The same way any other girl would," he leered.

"Fine, just give me the bloody disc," Darcy replied, shaking her head.

"Kiss me first!" Shawn said, smirking broader as his friends laughed.

"Stupid typical male," Darcy muttered under her breath as she moved closer to him, kissed his cheek and grabbed his nipple through his shirt, twisting hard. "You got what you wanted, now give me the disc, you chauvinistic bastard!" she growled, twisting his nipple tighter.

"Fucking bitch, let go!"

"Give me the disc, Fanning, or I'll be grabbing something else," Darcy hissed. She was perversely pleased when his face paled drastically.

"I-I don't have it with me," Shawn stammered.

"The truth, Fanning," Darcy said, twisting tighter still. "No one would steal something that valuable and then just leave it lying around!"

"It's just a stupid project! It's nothing valuable!" he replied, sounding confused.

Darcy's grip lessened slightly.

"He keeps working on that damn thing to all hours of the morning and I can't fucking sleep. I just wanted a night without his relentless typing and whatever else he does at that computer screen, for fuck's sake!" Shawn muttered. "You're saying it's valuable?" he asked, grinning despite the position Darcy still had him in.

Darcy sighed, pulled Shawn off his chair and brought him to her eye level. "Give me the disc, Fanning," she said, already sick of him. She had no idea how Lyle had survived three years with this idiot as a roommate.

Oh, that's right. He's spineless and wouldn't say boo to a fly!

"Fine! You've got to let go of me first, I can't see where I'm walking otherwise," he sneered.

Darcy let him go, but grabbed the back of his neck as he turned around. "Now you can see where you're walking!" she said in a mocking tone. "Now start walking."

It didn't take long for Darcy to get the disc from Fanning. After some well-placed threats to his manhood, she left the dorm area with the bright red floppy disc in her hands.

"Did you get it?" Lyle asked, his eyes wide as she walked over to him.

"Yeah, I got it. Next time, just get the balls to ask yourself," Darcy said, throwing the disc to him.

Lyle stared down at the disc for a moment, then looked up at her with an expression that was definitely not gratitude. "This isn't my disc," he said.

"What?!"

"Next time you get your girlfriend to do something for you, give her a description of it, dork!" Fanning yelled from the cafeteria doors, waving the green disc in the air. His friends were around him, laughing hysterically.

Lyle went bright red, and Darcy grounded her teeth in anger.

"I'm going to fucking castrate the bastard," she growled.

"Don't!" Lyle said quickly.

"What are you talking about? He's the one who stole your precious disc, remember? The same person you've been complaining about for three years straight!"

"I know. Just don't do anything to him. I'll get it from him tomorrow," Lyle muttered, sighing heavily as he poked at his mutilated sausage.

"You sure about that Lyle?" Darcy asked after a moment of silence.

"Sure I'm sure," Lyle replied, grinning briefly at her.

"All right," Darcy muttered, shrugging as she sat down again.

Shawn Fanning left the college that very day, became famous for more than the supposed fifteen minutes, was featured on the cover of Wired magazine, and didn't graduate from college.

After Lyle saw Fanning on the cover of Wired magazine, he refused to talk to Darcy again. He ignored her at every possible moment, pretended she didn't exist, and looked the opposite way whenever she was near.

Darcy muttered over the stupidity of the male species, passed and graduated her computer course, made her online name Archie - women hackers don't get the same respect, she found - and promised that she would get her revenge on Lyle.

...

Five minutes after Lyle was knocked out by Darcy...

"Did you really have to hit him so hard, Archie?" Charlie.

"What if you gave Lyle brain damage?" Handsome Rob.

"He's a wimp. And I can hack circles around his arse any day of the week." Darcy bloody Hill.

Shit, it wasn't a dream...

"Hey, guys. I think he's awake now!" Left Ear.

Lyle opened his eyes to see Left Ear and Wrench crouched over him. There was concern in Left Ear's face, but just amusement in Wrench's.

"Can't believe you just got knocked out by a girl, Nappy boy," Wrench said, laughing into his fist.

His laughter was choked off abruptly as a crowbar was pulled tight under his chin.

"This girl has a black belt in karate, has studied against the very best martial artists in dojos throughout Tokyo, and can download any fighting style directly into her brain. Who's the girl now?" Archie sneered into his ear, pulling the crow bar a little tighter.

"You can do that?" Left Ear asked, frowning.

Archie let go of Wrench with a laugh. "Not yet, but I still make it sound better than The Matrix does," Archie replied, smirking.

"I like women that can fight back," Wrench said, flexing his arms.

"Where's the water?" Archie asked Charlie, ignoring Wrench.

"I'll show you," Stella said, grinning at Wrench's expression as she led Archie away.

"All right, Lyle ... Napster ... Spill; how do you know her?" Wrench asked, nudging him in the ribs. "Ex-girlfriend?"

"I think we should get some ice for his eye first," Charlie interrupted, seeing the black bruise that was appearing.

"Damn, man. You've really got to learn how to take a hit," Wrench muttered, shaking his head at him.

"Shut up, Wrench," Lyle muttered, glaring at him. He winced as the expression made his face hurt more.

"So if she's not your ex, can I go for her?" Wrench asked, smirking at Lyle.

"Only in your dreams, Wrench," Archie said, rolling her eyes at him as she came back into the warehouse with Stella.

Stella was glaring at Lyle, and Charlie looked at her with a raised eyebrow, questioning her expression silently.

"So how do you know Archie?" Stella asked Lyle pointedly, still glaring at him.

"We went to college together," Lyle said, sounding nervous. "Can I get some ice for my eye now?" he muttered, trying to go to the kitchen - the only room that had another exit.

"Oh, no. You're going to sit there until you've told us everything," Stella said, pushing him to the chair in front of his computers.

Lyle looked at the ground, his face going red. "Let Darcy tell you if you really want to know."

Archie just smirked and told them what happened with Shawn Fanning. "And after Fanning got his ugly mug plastered on the cover of Wired, Lyle refused to speak to me," she finished.

"That's a bit harsh, mate," Rob muttered to Lyle, frowning.

"I was younger then; stupid," Lyle muttered, touching his eye tenderly.

"You probably still are an idiot," Archie muttered, not quite under her breath.

"What would you know, Darcy?" Lyle asked, glaring at her again.

"More than you know about me," Archie replied, smirking at him. "I know that you hacked the L.A. Automated Traffic Surveillance and Control Operations Center last year to get onto the cover of Wired magazine as 'the real Napster' ... "

"Something that was published in Wired, so everyone knows it," Lyle pointed out.

"I know that you've tapped your ex-ex-ex-girlfriend's phone line and every time that she talks about you, you take five cents from her bank account and put it as bank fees. You're getting royalties on your own name, Nappy boy, and that's how I know you're still stupid."

"Actually, I think that's pretty smart," Left Ear murmured to Rob, grinning.

"See, we've got a connection already, Archie. Me saying something, and you repeating it. It's like we're made for each other," Wrench said, moving closer to her.

"Repeat this, Socket Wrench. Fuck off!"

While this had been happening, Lyle had slipped away to the kitchen. Putting some ice in a towel, he pressed it to his eye gingerly.

"For someone as smart as you are, you're pretty stupid, Lyle," Stella said from behind him.

"Because of the royalties thing?" Lyle asked, turning to look at her.

"No, because of the Darcy Hill thing. She liked you in college, and you broke her heart. I'd be careful if I were you," Stella warned, heading back to Charlie.

Lyle didn't stick around to hear about their latest job. If Darcy was involved, he wasn't sure if he wanted to be part of it. Especially after what Stella had said.

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End of the fourth chapter.

Hope you liked it!

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My day

2009-11-20T21:26:04Z

About to go to:
My nana's *joy* :|
Acupuncture/Physiotherapy - no, the needles don't hurt!
Book sale - 80% off books!!!!!!! YAY... I love my mummy XD hehe

Yes, I just wanted to rub it in about the book sale! hehe ... jealous?! :p

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EDIT-
Okay, I officially LOVE that store... it's open six days a week (I don't know if the 'up to 80% off' is all the time, but still, they were VERY cheap, and by their price tags, it looks like it might be! *giddy*)

I bought:
The eyes of the dragon - Stephen King
David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
1st to die - James Patterson
3rd degree - James Patterson
4th of July - J.P.
5th horseman - J.P
Stoneheart - Charlie Fletcher (book one of the Stoneheart Trilogy)
Frankenstein - Mary Shelley
Robin Hood - Henry Gilbert
Peter Pan - J. M Barrie
The complete works of William Shakespeare - William Shakespeare ... obviously
And a Webster's crossword book, for my mum ^_^

Now, you're probably thinking ZOMG! How much money did you spend?!?! ... and I'll tell you how much I spent
$60.90 ... I know, read it again - SIXTY DOLLARS AND NINETY CENTS... I'm so freaking happy that I'm not even going to see how much the books are from bookstores, because I *know* that I saved anywhere up to $100!

The lady there was soooo nice, and gave me a lot of it discounted further (eg. oh, five books for $7.95? I'll just give them to you for $7, etc.). If it wouldn't have been weird/creepy, I would have hugged her just from my giddy happiness!!

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I love shopping for books! *happy dance*

... I'm filling up my newest bookcase now!

P.S. I also bought three books yesterday for about $25
Lucky Man - Michael J. Fox
A fortunate life - A. B Facey
Dewey: the small-town library cat who touched the world - Vicki Myron

*more happiness*

Now, off to write more for NaNoWriMo! ... As long as I don't let myself get distracted by my shiny new books!

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EDIT 2 - Two days after posting this, my bookcase broke!!!! *sniffles* :'( ... but it's all fixed now (a week later) so I am still happy! Stupid cheap bookcase holder thingys that broke! -_- grrrrr

2009 Christmas fics

2009-11-20T08:03:47Z

If anyone wants a Christmas/Holiday fic this year, just comment with the following details:
- Fandom
- Characters/Ship
- Couple sentences describing what you want
- Preferred rating
- Anything else you can think of

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I'm going to try and get them done early this year! ^_^

Instead of writing, I'm procrastinating... and you'll love me for it!

2009-11-19T10:37:44Z

Instead of writing for NaNoWriMo (or writing my FF... bad, I know!) I've been procrastinating by looking at books and prices online ... after you hear about this, I know you'll love me for it! :P

Okay, after being told about this site by people at work - book depository - (yes, I'm blaming them instead of Joss this time! shock), I went on the moment I went home, and checked for that list of books I tried to get for my birthday.

I actually checked eBay for all of the items - only 8 out of 16 were for sale (I admit that I didn't look for the last three items - the Charlie Bone series, Michael J. Fox's first memoir, or Barack Obama's Audacity of Hope) - and that would have cost me $89.55 with all of the postage fees.

Now on this site, it is FREE WORLDWIDE POSTAGE ... that's right... I'll give you a minute to re-read it and get past the shock :P hehe ... and of those 16 items, only one wasn't available. The total price of the 15 items was $111.22 ... but if I only bought the 8 that were available on eBay, it would equal $57.34 (oh, this is all in AUD, by the way) ... so I'm freaking ecstatic, and I want to buy everything right now! *happiness* ... I obviously can't, but I'm so happy I got told about that site!!!! XD

Have fun :P

Happy birthday!

2009-11-07T00:16:39Z

Happy birthday to julie124 for the 8th!

Hope you have a great day, Julie! Happy 23rd ^_^

*hugs*

Singer in the back - a Glee FF

2009-11-01T10:35:27Z

Title: Singer in the back: a Glee fanfic

Summary: At home she was used by her mother to look after her younger brother. At school she was never noticed. Then she joined Glee, and was no longer the singer in the back.
Ship: Puck/OC

Notes: Unfortunately, we're two episodes behind here, so I really hope that Puck isn't too OOC.

I know that this isn't the first Puck/OC, and probably not the last. As always, I try to be different, and I hope that I've achieved that.

Read on and enjoy, oh faithful ones!

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Chapter One

Mouse was standing outside of Mr. Schuester's office, biting her nails nervously. She blended into the wall, despite wearing black pants and a white shirt, and Mr. Schuester had to do a double-take before he saw her properly.

"Can I help you?" he asked, smiling brightly as he tried to search his brain for the young woman's name, and open his office door at the same time.

She was a student and a senior, judging by her age, but Will was sure that he'd never seen her before.

"I'm here to audition for New Directions," Mouse replied, still biting her thumbnail.

"Oh, yes. All right. Please, come in..." he trailed off, still unable to recognise her name.

He thought he knew everyone at this school!

"My name is Jane Franklin," she said, walking into his office

"All right, Jane. What are you going to sing?" he asked with enthusiasm as he followed her inside.

Jane Franklin. Jane, Jane... He was sure he'd heard of a Jane before, and there was another Jane, but she was only an eighth grader. Definitely not her.

"Black Balloon by Goo Goo Dolls. It's the only reasonable song on that list. Well, besides Aretha Franklin, and possibly neun-und-neunzig luft balloons," she muttered.

"Well, why don't you sing 99 Luftballoons then?" Will asked with a grin.

"Because the English version sucks, and my German pronunciation still isn't the best for me to sing that," Mouse replied.

She could tell that Mr. Schue still had no idea who she was, and sighed slightly.

"Estoy en su clase española. I got ninety-eight percent on your last test, but you said the highest score was Teresa's ninety-five..." Mouse said. (I am in your Spanish class.)

"Umm... Sorry about that, Jane," Will said, now embarrassed and frustrated.

She was in his class, and he still couldn't recognise her!

"You probably know me as Mouse," she said mercifully.

"Mouse! Yes, I know you," Will said, his hand clenched in triumph. He coughed slightly, realising what he'd just done and said. "Yes. Black Balloon. Goo Goo Dolls. That's one of the songs I don't have, actually. Do you have the music?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes, but I don't sing it the same way, so I'd just like to sing it without it," Mouse replied.

"Great! Excellent. Ummm... Did you fill in a form?" Will asked, looking around his desk for a blank form.

Mouse smiled briefly, opening her bag with one hand, and biting the skin from her finger on the other. She frowned at her finger as it bled from her teeth's most recent attack, sucked it quickly and handed the paper to Mr. Schuester.

"Okay, Mous...Jane," he quickly corrected himself.

"Mouse is fine," she replied, shrugging.

"Right, Mouse. Whenever you're ready," Will said with a bright smile.

She didn't notice his slight look of disbelief as he looked down at her sheet.

She volunteered in the library every single school day. No wonder he hadn't noticed her. He hadn't been into the library since his first day working here, and that was only because it was a requirement that he know the school's layout, which was ridiculous since he'd gone to this school, and the layout was the only thing that hadn't changed in his ten year absence.

Mouse coughed slightly, clearing the taste of blood from her mouth. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly, and began.

"Comin' down the years turned over,
And angels fall without you there.
And I'll go on now to lead you home," she sang at the top of her lungs, the song bouncing off the office walls and down the school halls.

"All because I'm
All because I'm..." her voice softened, and she looked past Mr. Schuester to somewhere deep in her mind.

"I've become
What you became to me," she finished softly, a lilt in her voice.

Mouse stopped singing, looking to Mr. Schuester. His mouth was hanging open, his eyes filled with shock. Her face burned in embarrassment, and she ran from the room, bumping into someone as she fled.

"Mr. Schue? You 'kay?" Puck asked, waving a hand in front of his face.

"What? Puck? Where'd she go?" Will asked, looking around.

"Who?"

"Jane. Mouse... Whatever she's called, that was brilliant. Where is she?"

Puck shook his head. Mr. Schue's words always got strung together when he was excited, like he couldn't keep them all in at once. Weird guy.

"Mouse just squeaked and ran," he said, shrugging.

"Oh, she did anything but squeak. Didn't you hear her sing?" Will asked, and his eyes did that light-up-from-the-inside thing that Puck could never quite understand.

"Thought you were playing the radio in here. Didn't know she sang," Puck replied, shrugging again.

Didn't Mr. Schue know what the shrug meant? It meant 'I don't know and I don't fucking care' ... Everyone else knew that, why not Schue?!

"I've got to go find her... Oh, shoot. Tina's coming soon. Can you go find her, Puck?"

"Tina?"

"No, Mouse. Go find Mouse and bring her back," Will said, looking down at the sheets in his hands. "She's probably in the library."

Puck just stared at Mr. Schuester. "I can't go in there, Schue. No way," Puck said, shaking his head.

"Puck, you don't get it. She has to sing. We need her, just as much as we need you to sing. Do it for Ackafellas," Will pleaded. "Hey, Tina. Come in! Puck was just leaving," he said, pushing Puck out the door.

Tina looked at Puck quizzically as he passed her and he glared back at her. She rolled her eyes and sat in front of Mr. Schuester's desk.

Puck glared for a moment longer at Mr. Schue, but Will just shut the door, and turned back to Tina with a smile. Puck muttered under his breath, then looked at the papers in his hands. Mr. Schue had pushed them into his hands as he'd left, probably by mistake, but Puck wasn't going to give them back now.

Later, maybe. Now, after being dismissed and ignored? No fucking way.

Puck headed down the hall, reading the neat handwriting on the New Directions audition form.

What song are you singing, and why?
Black Balloon by Goo Goo Dolls, because nearly everything else on your pre-approved list sucks. But I guess the community church doesn't know the meaning of this song, since it was written about a drug addict. Oh, and Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode isn't actually a Christian song either. I'd love to see that blaring out at the next church fete!

Pequeño ratón sarcástico, he thought with a slight grin. (Sarcastic little mouse.)

Flipping to the front page, Puck looked at her details.

Name: Jane Franklin. AKA Mouse.
What you're good at: Reading, writing, working in the library, singing, kicking arse on Halo 3.
Why you want to sing: Because I get extra credit for college, and it looks good on my resume. And I like to sing. Why else?
To you, what does New Directions mean? Turning around and realising that there's another path, not just the one everyone else is on... don't know, some sort of dumb name you thought of because 'The High School Singers' would get everyone killed?
Comments: Do you want to know if I'm a virgin too? Geez, what's with all the personal questions? You're never going to get into my head, so leave it alone already!

Puck was surprised to say the least. He didn't know girls knew how to play Halo 3! He headed to the library, humming a song softly.

...

Mouse muttered to herself, scanning and moving the books with more force than was necessary. She didn't care, she just wanted to throw something hard at someone, but since Principal Figgins was a cheapskate, there were no heavy and expensive books to throw at someone's head.

"Stupid little girl, see what you've done. Gone and broken my heart again. Stupid little girl," she sang under her breath, kicking the chair beside her.

"What'd the chair do?" a voice asked from behind her.

"This area is for staff only; get out, Noah," Mouse said, turning to glare at him.

He bristled at the use of his first name, glaring back at her. "Last I saw, you're not staff."

"I'm a volunteer, now get out," she said, glaring harder.

Ms. Lemay, the librarian, had a glare that could make even Sue Sylvester look tame. Why didn't she have that sort of glare too? Did you need the years of experience? Or just the cynicism of a 45-year-old divorcee?

"What was that song?" he asked, ignoring her glare.

"Nothing; it wasn't a song," Mouse said. "I said to get out, Puck. Students aren't allowed back here. If you don't leave, I will make you," she said, more force in her voice now.

He just laughed at her. "Sure you will. Kicking arse on Halo 3 isn't the same as actually kicking arse," he taunted, waving the papers in front of her.

"Give me that! You prick, that's personal information!" she said, reaching to grab it.

"So are you still a virgin? Last question, remember?" Puck asked, smirking again.

Mouse seethed and glared. She grabbed his ear, twisting it around until he yelped in pain. Holding his shoulder, she marched him out of the staff (and volunteer) office and to the library's front door.

"I said to get out. Now leave, or I will contact security," Mouse hissed, ripping the papers out of his hands.

Puck left the library, rubbing his ear and swearing under his breath in Spanish.

"Puedo entenderle," Mouse called after him. (I understand you.)

He held up his middle finger back at her, grinding his teeth as she laughed at him.

...

Puck muttered all the way to Mr. Schue's office, then when he saw the little post-it note on the door, continued to mutter all the way to the auditorium.

"Puck, how'd you go?" Mr. Schue asked, grinning at him.

"Well, she's got a mean grip, she's pissed off, but she should be here soon to rip into you."

"What? What on earth did you do to her?" Schue asked, looking alarmed.

"Hey, you just said to get her here, and that's what I did. You never said how to do it... Little mouse has claws," Puck muttered, rubbing his ear again.

Will sighed and rubbed his face.

More conflict was just what New Directions didn't need! If Puck was going to make things difficult for Mouse (Jane? What was he supposed to call her?), well he didn't know what to do.

"Mr. Schuester, can I talk to you?" Mouse asked, coming down to where he was sitting on the stage.

"Sure. Puck was just leaving," Will said, looking to Puck briefly.

Puck rolled his eyes and left, covering his ears protectively.

"Baka," Mouse hissed after him.

"What?" Will asked, frowning.

"Idiot in Japanese," she answered.

"So what's up, Jane?"

"Just call me Mouse. No one calls me Jane," she said. "Do you know you sound like a try-hard when you say 'what's up'? I mean, you're either trying to be Bugs Bunny, a stoner, or a really bad rapper."

"Umm... Thanks for that. You came here for something?" he asked, shocked at her bluntness.

"Wanted to know how Noah 'Puck' Puckerson, the idiot with the big mouth, got my personal information for New Directions," Mouse replied, throwing her paperwork at him.

"I didn't ... umm ... I don't ... How did..." Will stumbled over his thoughts and words, stopping and looking at Mouse with a slight smile. "Sorry. I have no recollection of giving them to him, but I must have when Tina came in earlier. I didn't know that your answers would be so ... personal," he said, looking down at her answers properly.

"Yeah, well I didn't know that Puck would be able to get hold of them," Mouse muttered.

"You were great earlier," Will said, smiling brightly now.

Mouse scoffed. "Right, that's why you were sitting there in shock."

"Of course I was shocked. I hadn't heard anything but a squeak from you, and then that ... It was brilliant! Still interested in being part of Glee?" Will asked, grinning.

"Yeah, I am," Mouse said hesitantly.

"But?"

"But, are we just going to sing show-tune stuff? I mean, can we at least have the option to write our own songs?"

"Of course that's an option! Have you written anything?" Will asked, excited now.

Mouse went bright red, nodding briefly. She hadn't meant for him to know, because she knew he'd ask her to sing it, and ... damn, she'd just walked straight into that one!

"Well? Do you mind if I hear it? Just a bit is fine," he said, giving her an encouraging nod.

Mouse stood up on the stage, looking out at the rows of empty seats as she calmed herself down, convincing herself to get the courage to sing.

It's just a song. Words can't hurt you.

Whoever said that was an idiot.

Just sing already. Come on, he might like it...

And if he doesn't?

Well, you can just run away again. Now sing, little mouse.

Mouse took a deep breath, closed her eyes and started to sing.

"You're a hero, save the world,
You're a hero, save the girl.
Watch the world with all its praise
You save everyone but me.

"You close your eyes, and you can see,
Close your eyes, but you can't see me.
Watch as I disappear out of sight
You're out of your mind.

"Block your ears, and you still hear,
I scream your name through my fear.
You don't hear me calling to you
Save everyone but me.

"You're the hero, flying high
You're the hero, buying time.
Keep on running through
Your imaginary world.

"Where...

"You're the hero who saves the world.
You're the hero who saves the girl.
But you can't see me, you can't hear me.
You saved everyone but me.

"You're the hero in your mind,
You're the hero, out of time.

"Are you sorry now
That you couldn't save me?"

She opened her eyes to see that same stunned-shocked look on Mr. Schuester's face. Mouse hoped it was a good thing.

"I know it was a ballad, and not really the show-tune stuff that Glee Club's going to do, and it's not completely finished but ..." Mouse trailed off, shrugging.

It was then that she noticed that all of the Glee Club members were standing in the auditorium. She went bright red, let out a small squeak and dropped down to sit on the stage, burying her face in her hands.

"Who's she?" Quinn asked.

"No idea, but she's good," Rachel muttered.

"All right, everyone welcome our newest Glee member, Mouse," Schuester introduced, clapping loudly, a bright grin on his face.

Finn, Tina, Kurt, Mercedes and Artie all clapped loudly along with Mr. Schuester. Quinn and Rachel clapped politely, standing on either side of Finn, and Puck just watched the little mouse from his seat further back in the auditorium.

...

End of the first chapter

...

Ending the minutes

2009-10-31T07:39:33Z

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter!

Summary: Blaise opened his eyes. He had an overwhelming desire to cough and rid his throat and lungs of soot, but as a vampire he didn't need to breathe much anyway. His next feed would wash the soot down easily enough.

Ships: Draco / Ginevra / Blaise

Rating: M 15+

Warnings: blood, death, vampires

FINAL and seventh in the Halloween series
Sequel to Between the minutes, Passing the minutes,Hunting the minutes, Fighting the minutes, Betraying the minutes, and Killing the minutes

...

Blaise opened his eyes. He had an overwhelming desire to cough and rid his throat and lungs of soot, but as a vampire he didn't need to breathe much anyway. His next feed would wash the soot down easily enough.

Realising that he didn't really feel thirst, Blaise sat up with a slight frown. He discovered that Draco and Ginevra were lying on beds on either side of him, and they both had bags of blood flowing into them through a needle in their hands. Looking at his own hand, Blaise pulled the small piece of metal out with a slight grimace. Such a Muggle way to keep them alive. But he supposed it had worked...

"You're the first to heal. Although, I'm not too surprised, considering your inner animal," a voice murmured behind Blaise.

Blaise didn't start; he'd heard Sanguini enter the room silently while he'd been taking the needle from his hand.

"I would like to take them home, if you don't mind. They will require fresh blood, and will not be pleased with these bags," he said to Sanguini.

"Eldest would like to talk to you first," Sanguini replied, sounding apologetic.

"I would not like to talk to him. You and Carmilla were the only two to watch after us. Eldest left the moment the fight had finished. I will talk to no others," Blaise said, turning to look at Sanguini properly.

Sanguini let out a small hiss on seeing Blaise's appearance. His eyes were black, one pupil red and the other a stormy grey.

"Your eyes... They're ..." Sanguini tried to explain, seeing Blaise's curious look.

"Yes, I know. Draco and Ginevra will be the same," Blaise said, looking back to his lovers. "We will be going now. Tell your Council member that both you and Carmilla require seats on the Council, or else we will dispose of them in the same way as we did Olia."

Sanguini nodded his head curtly.

"Look after the dogs and Thestral for us. We'll collect them when they're ready to forgive us for Nike's death," Blaise murmured, sounding sad.

"I will look after them as if they were my own," he replied.

Taking the robe that was at the end of the bed, Blaise slipped it on as he stood up. He took the needles out of his lovers hands, and stroked their hands softly, looking down at them tenderly.

"One more thing, Sanguini," Blaise added, not looking away from them. "Carmilla's reward is on her dresser. Tell her to use it wisely."

Sanguini looked more than confused at that statement; what on earth could Blaise possibly give to Carmilla that he couldn't? Before he had time to question it, Blaise, Ginevra and Draco disappeared without so much as a flurry of wind or a tell-tale pop.

With a small sigh, Sanguini left to tell Eldest the news.

...

Carmilla waited in her room impatiently. Sanguini was supposed to be back by now with news on the vampire trio. She paced fruitlessly, murmuring under her breath every so often.

A tiny light came from her dresser, and with a frown, Carmilla walked over to investigate. It wasn't a light from a candle; Sanguini had taken most of her candles since the time she'd turned one into a Babylon candle with her latest victim's blood.

Seeing a small dish of grey powder with a note next to it, Carmilla opened the note curiously. As she read it, a smile lit up her face far brighter than a tiny light from a dresser.

Carmilla,

Your reward is in the dish. While the blood of a vampire child is ten times more potent than that of three mortals, the ashes of such a vampire are even better.

A word of warning: do not overuse or misuse this gift. We will know, and you will be punished accordingly.

Blaise, Ginevra, Draco.

...

Blaise tended to his lovers patiently and tenderly, making sure they had everything they needed. While he had been burning, they had reached out to catch him, the fire consuming them as well. They were lucky to be in touch with their inner animals at the time, or else they would have become dust and ashes like Olia. Their animals had protected them until Blaise's phoenix could take the fire back again.

Their animals were scorched and burned badly, and Blaise had to tend to their wounds as well as the physical ones on his lovers. Draco's arm was starting to heal itself, although there would always be a white scar where Olia had bitten the flesh from his limb. Ginevra's scars were healing up quite nicely, but a few were too deep to heal properly, and her legs would probably have the scars for the rest of her life.

Blaise beckoned the mortal to him, and she hurried over willingly, offering her wrists over the small wooden bowl. He smiled at her charmingly as his nail cut the soft flesh, making sure she would feel no pain. He didn't want the pain of a stranger to add to the pain he already felt for his lovers. He healed the wounds, and she returned to the corner once more. Taking the bowl, Blaise gently fed Draco and Ginevra, the phoenix checking on the horse and leopard at the same time.

Their minds are healing quickly, and they are anxious to return to us. They will be awake soon, the phoenix reassured him.

Blaise just hoped the minutes of waiting would end soon. Their future waited impatiently to begin...

...

END OF THE HALLOWEEN MINUTES SERIES!

...

Killing the minutes

2009-10-31T06:28:51Z

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter!

Summary: Olia hated waiting...

Ships:
Draco / Ginevra / Blaise
Canon Character / Canon Character
Original Character / Original Character

Rating: M 15+

Warnings: blood, death, vampires

Sixth in the Halloween series
Sequel to Between the minutes, Passing the minutes, Hunting the minutes, Fighting the minutes, and Betraying the minutes

...

Olia hated waiting. She had waited for three centuries before she found someone she could use, and she had Turned her within hours of torturing her. Hunter had never left her side, even during her rebellious year. Olia hadn't let her rebellion last very long; the amusement of it had worn off fairly quickly. Now Hunter was dead, by her own stupid fault and greed, and Olia would have to find a new servant, bodyguard, and lover. Despite what the years had turned mortals and their always-sketchy morals into, it was difficult to find someone who could provide all of that for her and stay loyal.

Now she had to wait for the three new vampires to come to her. She would not leave to go to them, of that she was sure. That would take her to unfamiliar territory, and she would hate it if she ruined her new shoes and outfit just to take care of them.

Hunter should have done this, damn her! Olia had not fought against anyone, vampire or mortal, for a very long time. She did train and hone her skills, of course; she would be an idiot not to. But fighting was boring when she could make her opponent scream and beg for mercy within seconds. Minutes, if they had enough willpower, but it was almost always within seconds. Hunter was the one who enjoyed fighting, enjoyed killing, and enjoyed making it entertaining for Olia. Well, she had enjoyed it while she had been alive, at least.

"I want those vampires here! NOW!" Olia screamed, a tantrum coming on.

"Be calm, Olia. They will come when they believe that they are ready to fight you," Eldest said, his patient tone grating Olia's nerves.

She wished that she could kill the bastard. But if she did, then the Council would be very upset and Olia figured that they could still be put to some use in the upcoming years. To dispose of them now would mean vulnerability on her part. If she did that now, especially without Hunter to help, then she would be drained of a lot of power, and then the new vampires would beat her for sure.

Olia certainly did not want that to happen. She had to kill them, instill fear into the remaining vampires at the Council, go off to break in and train a new guard, and then she could return to kill the old bastards.

"As you wish," she murmured to Eldest, not even a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I must retire, I grow weary in this late hour of the morn," she muttered, leaving the room instantly.

Olia slept and in her mind, she saw three vampires mocking her as they killed Hunter.

They would pay for what they had done...

...

Ginevra received her presents with excitement, both at the fact that they were animals, as well as at the prospect of what they would be used for.

They changed the four puppies into vampire-puppies that very night, and they retaliated by chewing the table down to their own size while Blaise, Draco and Ginevra were sleeping the next day.

Two of the puppies were female, named Nike and Bia, and the two males were called Cratus and Zelus, all four named for the Greek demons who guarded Zeus' throne. The Thestral was named Deimos, for the god of Fear. They all lived up to their namesakes, guarding the house by day and scaring anyone foolish enough to come near.

Within a matter of days, the surrounding neighbours had all complained about the noise the puppies and Thestral made during the day. They threatened to move out of the street, and while Blaise, Draco and Ginevra normally could have cared less, they did see the need for them to stay. If their entire street moved suddenly, it would bring far too much suspicion and questions. So, while her lovers slept during the day, Ginevra stayed up to train their pets.

Their neighbours retreated to their houses and no more talk of moving was brought up. In a matter of days, the dogs could stalk Draco silently, eat their raw steaks without spilling a drop of blood, and destroy animals on a miniscule command from any of the three lovers. Now they just had to make sure that they could destroy vampires...

It was Ginevra who came up with the idea, surprisingly. Blaise knew how difficult it had been for her to suggest it, as she hated wasting lives, but figured that they were doing the world a favour.

It was tricky to execute, but they took the worst prisoners from Muggle gaols. They turned them into vampires, and then trained their pets to destroy them. At first, it was difficult for the pets to do so, and Blaise, Draco and Ginevra had to kill the new vampires more often than not. But as the dogs became more experienced, they could maim, kill or completely destroy a newly made vampire on command. Even after the dogs needed no more training, the gaols still held rumours of prisoners that disappeared into the night without a trace.

Nike, Bia, Cratus, and Zelus could have killed their owners too, but even as grateful as they were to them for their newfound strength and power, the dogs also loved their owners, and so the thought only crossed their minds once as a general thought to recognise that they could.

Deimos grew quickly, and within a year, was a Thestral adult. He needed less instruction than the dogs, seeming to instinctively know what his owners wanted with a single motion. The Thestral was a blessing, especially when they discovered Deimos was able to carry the three of them without difficulty, and could out-fly the newest Firebolt prototypes with ease.

As they trained their pets efficiently, so to did Blaise, Draco and Ginevra train. They used the vampire-prisoners to fight against, sometimes allowing them to live up to a week, just to see how their power increased or decreased with time. The prisoners were never let out of the house, as they would wreak havoc the moment they were left alone with mortals- they had done exactly that while they had been mortal, and would do much more as a vampire. If they required blood, it was given to them in a jug or from a bag- they were not allowed to drink from a human, as the consuming nature it brought with drinking directly from the source would only make them thirst for it more.

The year went by quickly, and it was a seemingly normal day when Blaise announced that they were going to fight Olia that night. Ginevra was racing the dogs and Thestral, both having fun and training them for long distance, barely beating them. Draco was watching them race, lounging on the roof as he timed how many kilometres they were running at full speed. Every so often, he would call out 'enemy' and the dogs would go still and silently attack the holographic picture Draco produced with his wand. When the dogs effectively destroyed it, Draco would tell them how excellent they were.

The neighbours will start complaining again if you continue to get over-excited like that, Draco, Blaise said with a slight smile as he entered the backyard.

I know another way I can get over-excited, if you would prefer it, lover, Draco purred, smirking down at him.

Another night perhaps. We are to fight Olia this night, Blaise said.

Ginevra stopped in her tracks immediately, and was by his side just as suddenly. The dogs stopped too, a soft whine telling of their confusion, before they followed Ginevra up to Blaise.

Draco dropped from the roof to land beside them silently.

"You are sure?" he murmured quietly.

"You believe that we are ready to handle her?" Ginevra asked.

"Yes, to both of your questions," Blaise said with a small smile. "We will need to hunt beforehand, and the dogs need to be taken out as well. Deimos can watch from overhead," he added.

With a tiny snort, the Thestral flapped his wings and rose into the sky silently.

Moments later, they all left the house. Nike, Bia, Cratus and Zelus didn't need a leash, staying by their owners faithfully and silently. It was almost amusing to see how many humans didn't notice the large dogs until they were near them.

The took their time to feed, since the evening was just beginning. They did not want to rush their food and then feel ill for it later. One mistake could mean their deaths.

"Have you all had your fill?" Blaise asked his lovers as well as their pets.

Ginevra and Draco nodded in response. The dogs growled softly, moving forward quickly. They were just as eager to kill Olia as their owners were.

Blaise smirked, and with no more than a sigh of wind, they all disappeared.

...

Olia paced angrily. An entire year. It should have felt like seconds to one such as her, but this particular year had dragged out to feel like centuries!

She had had three tantrums, almost killed a Council member, and gone on a feeding frenzy after the first six months of the three vampires not showing themselves. The Council had been whispering about controlling her, subduing her, and Olia took notice with an angry glare. She would not let them throw her away like she was a piece of rubbish! She didn't kill them, as she might have a few hundred years ago. No, she had grown up since then. Metaphorically, at least.

Olia apologised with wide eyes, then requested that they help train her. She was so fragile, and didn't want to go up against three vampires who were stronger than her Hunter.

The Council knew her words were a lie, yet they couldn't refuse her. Baby blue eyes did things to men, even those without emotions.

So Olia had started training against the strongest the Council had to offer. She killed the first one - an accident, of course - and came close to dismembering the third, who had torn her favourite dress.

The strongest vampires were weak compared to Olia, and weak compared to what she had to fight. But she did learn from them, found out the typical way of fighting these vampires used. A few relied on brute strength, but most fought as if it were a game of cat and mouse. The mouse would wait until the cat was exhausted, and then move in for the kill. They fought with stamina.

Olia became the mouse soon after learning this style of fighting; a mouse with sharp teeth and a fury to match. She had eons of patience; living in the mortal world for her so long had given her more than enough patience for her to wait quietly until her opponent killed itself, but Olia wanted nothing more than to kill these three vampires. They had killed her guard, lover and friend, which was the ultimate insult to Olia. It made her the laughing stock of the vampire community, and she couldn't have that. They had to die, and she was the only one strong enough to kill them.

She stopped pacing suddenly, a smile on her face. There was a shift in the wind, and she suddenly knew.

"They are coming," she said, laughing gleefully.

...

I don't like it, Ginevra said silently as they reached the towering mansion.

They had made it past the gate, and to the entrance with no more than the killing of one vampire guard, who hadn't put up much of a fight.

It is too quiet, Draco agreed. We have looked at this mansion before, and they have always had at least six guards. But tonight, only one?

It's not right, Ginevra said.

Olia knows that we are coming, and does not want us to be hurt before she can deal with us. She wants to beat us at our full power, so that she can humiliate us in front of every vampire present. She will be the only one to fight us, Blaise replied. Do not worry about the lack of guards. Just concentrate on killing Olia, and remember that no matter what happens, Olia must be killed. I love you both.

Draco and Ginevra looked at their lover with slight frowns, but Blaise ignored their curious looks, and kissed them both.

Zelus and Bia growled softly, as if encouraging them to hurry up.

We love you too, Blaise, Draco murmured, ignoring the dogs.

Don't do anything rash, Ginevra pleaded.

Blaise didn't answer, and just opened the door to the mansion.

"You look after Blaise, Nike," Ginevra whispered to the dog, who whined in response.

Deimos flew in after them, landing in the foyer quietly.

"Good evening, Blaise, Draco and Ginevra. Olia is expecting you. Please, follow me," Sanguini said, bowing to each of them before heading down a corridor.

Draco and Ginevra looked to Blaise uncertainly. He simply nodded and followed Sanguini.

"This fight has both rules and an audience. Both will be explained once you have entered the room. Good luck," Sanguini added so quietly they almost didn't hear.

Blaise nodded in response to Sanguini's words and waited until he had left to look at Draco and Ginevra.

Are you both ready?

We are ready, they replied certainly.

The dogs nudged up against their owners, Deimos moving forward quietly as well, the five animals reassuring them that they were ready as well.

Blaise gave them a brief smile, then turned and opened the door.

Olia was waiting in the centre of the room, an eager smile on her child-like face. It broadened when they walked into the circular room to find their audience standing in the landing above the room, watching them with red eyes.

"Welcome! For tonight's fight, there are only two rules: the first is that the fighting must stay within this room, and the second is that it is a fight to the death. Despite our usual rules, Olia has permitted all of you to fight against her tonight. When you are ready, please proceed," Eldest said, smiling at them all enthusiastically from the balcony.

The only reason that old bastard's smiling is because he thinks we can't kill him from down here, Ginevra growled to Blaise and Draco.

When we've finished with this little bitch, we'll prove him wrong, Draco consoled her, giving his lover a brief smirk.

Blaise didn't reply, simply watched Olia. Her eyes were wide, and she was staring at the dogs and Thestral with something close to fear in her eyes.

"Nike, Bia, Cratus, Zelus, Deimos," Blaise addressed the animals softly, his eyes not leaving Olia's face, "I want you to stay out of the fight unless I call you," he said.

Bia growled deep in her throat, telling Blaise exactly what she thought of his words. Nike whined at Ginevra, who had given her own instructions moments before. The contradiction was confusing the animals. Even Deimos seemed agitated by Blaise's words.

Cratus and Zelus barked menacingly, leaping at Olia.

"No!" Blaise yelled, combining his power into his words.

At his command, the dogs dropped to the ground, shuddering under his power.

"I gave you an order. Back," Blaise said, glaring at the two dogs.

They retreated, tails between their legs.

"Do as he says," Ginevra murmured, reassuring the two dogs quietly.

What is he doing? Ginevra asked Draco, who just shook his head in response.

No idea, but he would not do it without a reason, Draco replied.

"I want a fair fight against you, Olia, and would prefer to fight against you when you are not paralysed by fear. They will all stay back so long as the fight is fair," Blaise replied.

"If you want such a fair fight, then you would agree to fight me one on one," she answered with a hiss.

"Very well," Blaise said, nodding his head.

"No!" Draco and Ginevra cried, moving to their lover.

"Don't do this, Blaise!" Draco said.

"You will not win against her alone," Ginevra said.

"I accept Olia's condition to fight her one on one, so long as the fight is fair. I will call for you. Do not worry," Blaise murmured.

"The new rules have been accepted! Those not fighting, please leave the area," Eldest called, moving his hand slightly.

Draco and Ginevra were pushed to the wall, Deimos whinnying and the dogs barking as they were moved too. Not even a second later, all seven were in a separate gallery.

"Let us down from here, you old bastard!" Ginevra yelled, banging her fist on the invisible barrier around their small area.

"You will be allowed to aid your lover once the fighting is no longer fair," Eldest said, ignoring her insult.

Ginevra growled under her breath and hit the barrier once more. A crash from the floor below diverted her attention, and both she and Draco looked down to see Olia pinning Blaise up against the wall, her small fists hitting into his stomach.

Despite her small size, Olia's fists harmed Blaise enough for him to crumple to the ground when she stopped.

"How exactly does this fight not become fair?" Draco asked Ginevra softly.

She could hear the worry and pain in his voice, and grabbed his hand, squeezing tightly.

Blaise will be all right. He has to be all right. We will make sure he will be, Ginevra said, trying to reassure both of them.

Draco just nodded and they continued to watch the fight. It was one that Blaise was currently losing. He hit Olia a number of times, but everyone could see that he was in pain every time she hit him back.

Both were a bloodied mess in less than fifteen minutes, and Ginevra and Draco were practically hanging off the edge of the balcony, waiting for the moment the fight was no longer fair and Blaise could call them.

Olia kicked Blaise in the stomach, and he crumpled to the ground once more. She stood over his broken body, and smirked down at his blood-covered face.

"You put up a good fight, but it is now your time to die," Olia hissed.

She faced her palms to him, and a ball of green energy appeared. Energy started gathering from the vampires in the gallery above, Olia using their powers as well as her own to create the ball, and then threw it at Blaise's broken form. The ball hit him, and Ginevra screamed loudly. Time slowed, and Ginevra and Draco jumped over the edge of the balcony to their lover.

They hardly even registered what the loss of the barrier meant, but their pets did not forget, and were over the edge a moment later, growling at Olia's petite figure.

Kill her, Blaise told Ginevra and Draco softly, his eyes shutting.

With snarls, they both turned to Olia. She was shaking in fear, but still attempting to fight off the dogs that were craving for her blood. Ginevra leapt over the dogs and Thestral, to land directly behind Olia. She kicked her, Olia's small form flying across the room.

Draco stopped her from hitting the wall with his arms, glaring down as she bit him, ripping a chunk of flesh from his arm. He slapped her off his arm, a growl low in his throat.

Ginevra commanded for Bia and Cratus to attack with a small hand motion, and the two dogs leapt forward eagerly, growling and snarling at Olia, biting at her. Their strong teeth and claws broke her skin, leaving her bloodied and scratched in moments. At Ginevra's low whistle, the two dogs retreated reluctantly.

"Oh, Carmilla?" Ginevra called sweetly, looking up at the balcony. "Isn't it true that a child vampire's blood is ten times more potent at retaining beauty than that of three mortals?"

By the time Eldest and the other Council members realised Ginevra's intention, Carmilla was already over the edge of the balcony and in the circular room, her eyes bright red.

The three vampires advanced on Olia slowly, herding her towards the wall. Zelus and Nike helped, snapping their large jaws any time Olia tried to get past.

...

Olia whimpered in fear, her eyes darting every which way, trying to find an escape. They had her covered from every angle... Except up. A tiny smirk was all the warning she gave them before leaping over their heads and somersaulting into a roll. Then as she still had the advantage, Olia took Carmilla out first, kicking her so her head hit the wall. She would make that bitch pay later for betraying her...

Olia broke Ginevra's arm, the bones breaking in a satisfying snap. Then she was flying across the room again, but she wasn't. She screamed loudly when she realised that she was in the Thestral's mouth. Her scream didn't seem to affect the large animal, and Olia moved her body to claw at the beast's flesh.

It seemed to work, because she was dropped to the ground a moment later. She was up in a flash, ignoring the blood that was seeping from a wound in her head into her eye. She could still see perfectly fine with her other eye.

Olia glared at Draco and Ginevra, both who were advancing on her. The four dogs were with them, glaring, snarling and craving for her blood. She put her fists up, ready to fight them to the death. She had lived far too long to die because of some dogs and an ugly, overgrown winged horse!

With a snarl, Olia leapt forward to the first dog. Fear coursed through her mind as she did so, but she pushed the meaningless feeling away and clawed at the dog. It yelped in pain and moved away, whimpering. Another one growled angrily, and Olia screamed as it bit into her arm, a chunk of her dress, flesh, and bone leaving in its teeth a moment later. She moved back further, trying desperately to ignore the intense pain that was pulsating from her limp arm.

It would take months for that to grow back, and that would only happen if she went feeding very soon! She would be useless without proper use of her limbs, and a joke among the vampire community. The reputation she had built for herself over the centuries disappeared before her eyes in a second.

Something inside her mind snapped, and Olia went into a low crouch, her eyes burning red. She didn't even allow herself time to think, and launched herself at the closest thing, be it vampire or animal. She clawed with her sharp fingernails, bit with her sharper teeth, punched and kicked with her hands and feet. She smelled fresh blood, but didn't even care if it was coming from her.

They still had their wands and magic, and most likely thought that they had some sort of advantage over her. Not many spells worked on a vampire as old as her, as they'd probably discovered by now.

Olia couldn't help smirking at that thought, and then continued to fight. She was sure she'd killed at least one of the dog abominations, and the Thestral wouldn't be able to fly again. She was actually winning!

...

Ginevra glanced to Draco, worried. Blaise hadn't moved for some time now, and the chunk that was missing from Draco's arm was starting to bleed again.

Olia had a look in her eye that scared Ginevra; it was a look that lacked any shreds of humanity. She hadn't expected it from the small vampire, but after Cratus had taken some of her arm, it seemed that whatever had been left of Olia's humanity disappeared. Ginevra's entire body was covered in scratches and some fairly deep cuts. She'd fought back as best as she could, and Olia was sporting a black eye and her arm was bleeding freely because of Ginevra's efforts.

We're not strong enough, she said to Draco.

We have to be. Blaise is counting on us, he replied, panting heavily from the exertion.

She's already killed Nike!

Then we'll avenge her death.

What about Blaise?

Draco had no response to that question, and from the corner of her eye, Ginevra could see his face go blank. Beneath it, to those who knew how to see past Draco's facade, grim determination and sadness flowed over his face. A single tear ran down Ginevra's bloodied face, and she started to reach deep inside herself.

There was an animal inside each and every person, and the unnatural ones had closer access to it. Werewolves were, of course, the closest, with vampires second. To reach one's inner animal brought a sense of utter peace and complete destruction at the same time.

Ginevra's eyes closed for a second as she reached her inner animal. What had once been a horse, as her Patronus had been, now resembled something terrifying. It looked more apocalyptic and death-bringing than anything else; a black skeletal horse covered in blood-red veins, with crimson hooves and eyes. Those eyes turned towards Ginevra's as they closed, met with understanding, and then the moment was over.

There were more important things to do.

Ginevra opened her crimson eyes with a deep, primal growl in her throat. The very sound shook the vampires to their cores, and Olia's eyes widened in fear.

Draco smirked, then he reached for his inner animal as well. A white leopard skeleton with grey veins and eyes turned to him, almost indifferently. It nodded its head once, and then Draco's eyes opened as well. Ice grey, they seemed to hold every storm within them, and Draco's nails turned into sharp claws.

As one, Ginevra and Draco advanced on Olia, danger in their every move and action.

Olia was stuck, frozen in fear. She couldn't look away from their terrifying beauty, let alone run away from the danger they represented. She desperately wanted to run from them, and she too, tried to reach her inner animal. The fear she was feeling, the fear that beings more superior were on the hunt for her blood, made it too difficult to find her inner animal. It was in fact, cowering deep within Olia, and refused to show itself, even though it knew its death would soon arrive. The small bear, despite being powerful in its own right, was nothing compared to these two creatures, and knew it.

All eyes were focused on Draco and Ginevra. Even Carmilla, who was now awake and drowsy from the hit to the head, couldn't look away from them.

No one noticed Blaise's fallen form behind Olia, and he preferred it that way. He had been watching the fight for some time, not through his human self, as that body was now broken beyond repair, but through his own inner animal. The black phoenix watched everything silently, hardly making a movement to show the slight shimmer of equally jet-black veins on its body. They were both waiting patiently, and even when Blaise saw Nike's death, he couldn't do anything but mourn in silence.

The phoenix was growing within him, the black skeleton turning into into a beautiful black-feathered bird. Blaise admired him for a moment, then the phoenix turned their attention back to Olia, who was coming towards them as their lovers advanced on her. It was almost time.

Her attention transfixed on Draco and Ginevra, Olia still didn't notice that Blaise was behind her. When she was close enough, the phoenix lifted Blaise's body, its black wings wrapping around Olia's body. She didn't even have time to cry out in surprise, and then they were burning.

At first no one knew what had happened. First, Olia had been moving away from the two advancing vampires, and then not even a heartbeat later, she was covered in black flames and burning.

Black fire enveloped them, and the phoenix held onto Olia tighter as she struggled in its grasp. Blaise added as much of his own waning strength as possible, holding her wrists in his hands as the fire started to burn its way to her still heart. The fire continued to burn through Olia and into his own body, but the phoenix shielded him protectively.

The fire raged on, but it didn't leave the two bodies it encompassed. All those in the balcony above watched in morbid fascination, while Draco and Ginevra stared at their lover, hoping that he would survive.

The phoenix began to cry out in pain as the fire started to burn him, and then into Blaise's body. The remaining ounce of Blaise's power faded as Olia died and the last of her body burned away. The phoenix continued to burn, and Blaise's body fell forward, his mind plunged into darkness.

Ginevra and Draco leapt forward, catching their lover's body before he hit the ground. The fire latched onto them, and they burned amongst a thundering of applause from the gallery of vampires above.

"Make sure your wife does not attempt to help them, Sanguini. She will not survive this unnatural fire," Eldest murmured.

Sanguini nodded, and Called his wife up to him. Carmilla looked up, and jumped to the balcony, sitting on the rail delicately.

"We will help them once the fire has burned itself out?" she asked Eldest, without looking away from her husband.

"If there is anything left," Eldest agreed with a nod.

The vampires left the gallery, no longer interested now that the fight had finished.

"I will stay," Carmilla murmured to her husband, turning around to watch the burning vampires below.

Sanguini nodded, and sat next to his wife. For the first time in many years, he held her hand as they sat side by side watching the minutes kill.

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Second to last one!

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Writing, writing, writing ... update!

2009-10-30T09:27:06Z

My brain is going on and on and on with ideas! I see something, and immediately find a way to link it to fan fiction, into an original story, or just make up a back story to it It would be great if I could write them all down / remember them all, but that's just not possible.

I've started writing a Glee fanfic - Puck/OC ... When I started writing, it was the third one, but since I haven't posted it, there's now about eight Puck/OC stories! I'm already a chapter or two into it, but I'm not confident enough to post it on FanFiction yet, since I'm in a different country and therefore two episodes behind, and just going by Wikipedia/Fox entries about later episodes...

I've also entered myself in the NaNoWriMo - National Novel Writing Month. It starts on the 1st of November (this Sunday) and finishes on the 30th ... The goal is to finish an original 50,000 word novel, so if you don't hear from me for a while, that's probably the reason! I'll probably post on here to tell of my woes, etc.etc.etc.

I'm still writing my featured fanfics, don't worry! ... Hoping to post the last instalment of the Halloween series this weekend, in time for Halloween! *yay* ... then I'll post them on FanFiction just for a double dose of Halloween-y goodness ... Yes, I did just say Halloween-y

Happy birthday!

2009-10-30T08:14:25Z

Happy birthday to vonslatt for the 31st!

Hope you have a great day, Jake!

^_^

Parkour and free running

2009-10-24T23:49:25Z

Parkour, a definition: A philosophy and method of movement through any environment with speed and efficiency. The concept is to overcome all physical and mental obstacles in your path by using your body and mind to run, climb, jump and vault.
(Taken from APA, link below)

What I think it means: Using the environment around you to move from A to B and not letting restrictions (such as stair rails, trees, cars, or even buildings) stop you or get in your way... Plus, a good way to exercise, get discipline, and make friends!

A lot of training is needed for these stunts, so just a warning: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME (or anywhere else) WITHOUT THE PROPER TRAINING, SUPERVISION, etc.etc.etc.

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Websites:

GirlParkour
- GirlParkour around the world

Parkour Australia

Australian Parkour Association

Parkourpedia
- What is parkour?
- What's free running?

Videos:

^This is one of the most important parkour videos, in my opinion! It tells of how it was made, how it is misportrayed by the media, games and movies, and what it's really all about!

^Girls can do it too! *yay*

(Click on their name, Parkourflame, to get more videos)

A week of sharing

2009-10-23T08:05:40Z

Day 01 - a song
Day 02 - a picture
Day 03 - a book/ebook/fanfic
Day 04 - a site
Day 05 - a youtube clip
Day 06 - a quote
Day 07 - whatever tickles your fancy

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Day 06 - a quote

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride. I love you because I know no other way then this. So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep. - Robin Williams character, Hunter "Patch" Adams, from (you guessed it!) Patch Adams
- my most favourite quote of all time ... ever

[Chris, having just arrived in the afterlife, meets his dog]: Boy, I screwed up. I'm in dog Heaven. - Robin Williams character, Chris Nielsen, from What Dreams May Come (the BEST movie in the WORLD. If you haven't watched it yet, hang your head in shame and go rent / borrow / buy it NOW!)

You're only given one little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it. - Robin Williams

In the middle of the journey of my life, I found myself in a dark wood, for I had lost the right path. Eventually I would find the right path, but in the most unlikely place. - Dante (also a quote from Patch Adams)

This might take a while ... *inserts everything by Robin Williams*