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~Angel
Friday, February 19, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
.:Phil's Story:.
ooc: Last year, at my Lutheran camp, I met a boy named Phillip. He is a really cool guy and upon learning of my author-dom, he requested that I write a story about him. I asked him what kind of story to write. He wanted zombies. That was the start of the story called "Phil's Story". Later, I decided I needed more characters for my story, so I began to write in a few other characters. One of which is Josh, Phil's camp counselor and also another really cool guy. Then came Sean, one of the camp directors and also husband to Tula, the other camp director. Finally, it was Mark's turn. Mark is the big-time pastor/director of all of the LOM-IK camps and ultimately in charge. He's also a great guy (and I didn't just say this because I totally want a job at camp this summer, but if he reads this and decides to award me that, I would be very, very, very pleased XD).
That week at camp was probably the most fun I've ever had at camp, but I will not clog up this fiction blog with my reality. Instead, I will simply share with you the story I wrote and read for the talent show, that was originally inspired by Phillip.
Warning: Cartoon-violence and cartoon-terror; This was meant to be a funny, not-really-serious scary story. And no, my camp is NOT like this.... As far as I know.
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Phil's Story
The camp seemed nice enough. It was a large, plain field surrounded by deciduous trees on all sides. The cabins where the campers, or "victims", as Phil liked to call them, would stay were positioned right on the treeline.
"How convenient," Phil thought to himself as he hiked his backpack further up on his shoulder. He knew the cabins had been placed just so because of the cruel nature of the camp directors. This new generation of kids were probably unsuspecting fools, just pawns in the hideous game of chess about to take place.
The other kids may have been fools, but not Phil. No, he had been coming to camp for long enough to have heard the terrifying legends about this place. Phil had noticed that every year that his parents sentenced him here, the other kids were always new. Didn't it seem strange to anyone else that no kid ever came twice? Except for Phil, of course. And when one of the campers would mysteriously disappear... well, the adults always made up some phony excuse for it. But Phil knew the truth.
He narrowed his eyes and walked slowly up the creaky porch steps to the Alpha cabin. A few of the boys had already chosen their bunkbeds for the week. Phil dumped his bag, pillow, and bedding on the bed in the very back corner, closest to the woods, with a window overlooking the treeline. He took his binoculars out of his bag and climbed up to the top bunk. Brushing his red hair out of his eyes, he peered through the binoculars, focusing the lenses as he stared. He wasn't scared this year. Four years of fear, of pent-up frustration and suspicion. Four years of lying in his bunk at night, waiting and wondering if he were going to be the next camper that went missing in action.
"No more," he whispered to himself. His fists tightened. He had come prepared this year. He was going to find out exactly what was living in those woods, where the campers were going, and why they weren't coming back....
~~~
Phil knew his investigation would take long, it would probably take the entire week, but he couldn't just run off by himself. The counselors at camp had eyes like a hawk. They would surely catch him sneaking off. He had to plan his escape, make sure it was absolutely fool-proof.
"At night, then," he decided as he and his cabin-mates were called up for dinner. He hadn't bothered getting to know the others- they would probably just vanish sometime this week anyway.
Phil chewed his food slowly, methodically, as the other boys in his cabin chatted amongst themselves. Poor saps. They had no way of knowing about the horror that would strike this week. He was certain things wouldn't have changed this year.
He sang the camp songs and watched the skits being performed that evening at the campfire, putting on the facade of the "happy camper". As the sun set behind the trees, trees that were shadowed and carried a foreboding feeling with the breeze that blew through their billowing leaves, the camp calmed down for the night. The campers sang their goodnight song and their counselors brought them to their respective cabins for the evening.
Phil parted the blinds of the window ever-so-slightly and scanned the darkened area behind the cabin. He gulped once and his fingers wrapped around one of the only weapons his parents had let him bring to summer camp- a water gun.
Just as he was about to turn back to his bed, he saw a flash of reflective, yellow eyes. As soon as they had appeared, they were gone.
Phil felt himself stiffen out of fear, but he quickly choked back the nervousness. No, he would not be scared! He had been scared enough for too long now. He needed to find out what was going on at this camp.
"And tonight, I will find out," he whispered to himself as he laid down in his bed and waited for the others to fall asleep.
It didn't take long before all of the boys, including the counselor, were fast asleep. Phil slipped silently from his bunk, grabbing his backpack. He snuck across the cabin to the front door. Phil paused. He took a deep breath in to steady his nerves, and turned the knob slowly.
The door flew open before him. "What are you doing up?" asked one of the two camp directors. Sean towered over Phil, and unreadable look in his eyes.
"What's going on?" Josh, the camp counselor, asked as he sat up in bed.
As if the fact that Phil sneaking out was no longer important, Sean moved past him quickly and over to a sleepy Josh. The other campers were still fast asleep, so Sean kept his voice low as he spoke. Curious as to why Sean seemed so hurried, Phil leaned against the wall to listen to the hushed conversation.
"Tula can't find Mark anywhere," Sean whispered.
"What do you mean? He was supposed to be back from outpost by dinnertime."
"I know!" Sean was having trouble keeping his voice low.
"And he's still not back?" Josh asked. "We have to do something...."
Phil hid around the corner as Josh got out of bed. He and Sean walked out the door, closing it behind them. Phil peeked through the blinds of the front window to see them running off, through the dark, toward the pavilion.
"I knew it!" He shouted in a whisper to himself. "So Mark's been the first victim this year...." He squeezed his backpack strap absentmindedly. Now that the big buy, the head honcho, the director of the entire thing had disappeared, the staff had finally paid attention to the vanishings!
Phil looked out the window one last time, to make sure Josh and Sean were gone, and then he carefully opened the cabin door. He put his hood up, over his face, and quietly snuck down the porch steps. He hid around the corner and opened his backpack, taking out a flashlight and his water gun filled to the brim with holy water from his church.
He breathed in deeply and then kicked off of the wall. Phil's footfalls were practically silent as he moved around the outside of the cabin, to the treeline in the back. He flipped the switch on the flashlight and scanned the trees.
Not seeing anything move immediately, he proceeded into the undergrowth. The rustling leaves, the snapping twigs, regular sounds of the forest seemed strangely eerie in the pitch-black darkness of night. Phil felt his knees begin to quiver, but whether it was out of fear, excitement, or a mixture of both- he didn't know. Although it was probably fear.
He could hear some of the cam staff down the yard whispering nervously and anxiously to themselves. Phil narrowed his eyes. If only they had paid more attention to the old legends about the creatures lurking in the dark. The older kids, the ones that remembered the legends, knew that the woods were filled with undead corpses that rose to life under the light of the moon to satiate their cannibalistic hunger for blood, guts, and brains.
They were... zombies!
Phil swallowed back the sudden fear that hardened in his throat, raced through his veins, and felt like scorching fire in his body. He moved deeper into the forest now, fighting thick branches, annoying bugs, and thorn bushes that pulled at his pant legs.
Finally, he made it to a small, natural clearing amongst the trees. Phil decided to stop for a break. He sat on a fallen log and looked up toward the treetops. The stars seemed dim tonight, as if they wanted him to be lost in the dark. He clutched his flashlight and stood back up to continue walking. As he was about to step forward, a chilly wind blew, swirling fallen leaves and debris all around Phil. He blocked most of it from getting in his face. Just then, a terrible moan filled the clearing. The horrified voice echoed off of the trees and bushes and rocks. Phil's water gun was out in front of him in a flash. He shined the flashlight on his surroundings and noticed his hands were shaking. He gulped.
The moan howled through the clearing again, riding on the breeze as it swirled around Phil. He shivered, but his feet stayed planted firmly on the ground. He had come all the way out here. He wasn't turning back now. He felt his heart racing.
There was a rustling in the bushes nearby. Phil's knees almost gave out.
He watched closely as something pale stuck through the leaves. Phil narrowed his eyes. Only when the first pale stick was joined by four others did Phil realize they were fingers, and that... was a hand.
He gasped. "Who is that?" He shouted in a voice he hoped sounded brave but probably wasn't.
"Pppppphhhhhiiiiillllll..." came the moaned response. The hand in the bush reached toward him.
Phil nearly screamed as all thoughts of bravery were lost. He turned on his heel and flew from that clearing, racing as fast as he could. He was running so fast that he didn't notice a tree root protruding from the ground. He ended up tripping and somersaulting forward a few times before his momentum was lost.
"Ppppphhhhhiiiillll!!!" The crazy cry came again.
Phil quickly picked himself off of the ground, but paused. He didn't remember coming this way. His heart dropped into his stomach as he realized he was completely turned around. He was lost.
"Ppphhhiiilll!" As if on cue, the flashlight in Phil's hand went out. He gasped and pulled his backpack around to search for new batteries. He knew there was no way he'd be able to get out of the forest blind. The moan came again, and it sounded closer. Phil dug through his backpack, frantically trying to find the batteries. The leaves crunched and the twigs snapped in front of him.
"Zombie!!!!" Phil cried, and unleashed a barrage of squirts from his water gun. The creature groaned and stumbled backward just as Phil's free hand grabbed onto the batteries. The creature stumbled toward him again.
Phil squeezed the trigger of his water gun, but nothing came out. His face reflecting the horror he was racked with inside, he realized he was completely out of ammo. His mom had only let him bring one of his water guns!
"Ppphhiiillll..." the zombie groaned, reaching toward Phil with dirty, bloody hands.
Phil panicked. He closed his eyes, flipped on the flashlight and shouted, "Don't eat me!"
Nothing happened. Phil opened one eye and then the other.
"Eat you?"
Phil blinked at the person standing in front of him. "Mark?" He asked incredulously.
"Can you get that light out of my eyes?" Mark griped as he held one hand over a cut on his forehead. "Why did you run away from me?" He complained.
"I thought you were a zombie..." Phil admitted weakly, under his breath. He quickly cleared his throat and changed the subject. "What happened to you?"
"Well, I was on my way back from outpost when I tripped and hit my head. Guess I knocked myself out." He rubbed his head again. "What are you doing out here? And why'd you squirt me in the face with water?"
Phil grimaced. "I was... uh... looking for you. You've been gone for a long time." He chose to ignore the second part of the question. "Um, everyone's looking for you. We should probably get back to camp...." Phil motioned for Mark to be in front. "Lead the way."
Mark winced and rubbed his back as he began leading them back to camp. Phil took one last look around. Maybe there really were no zombies. He sighed and followed Mark.
A pair of reflective and souless, yellow eyes watched them go.
That week at camp was probably the most fun I've ever had at camp, but I will not clog up this fiction blog with my reality. Instead, I will simply share with you the story I wrote and read for the talent show, that was originally inspired by Phillip.
Warning: Cartoon-violence and cartoon-terror; This was meant to be a funny, not-really-serious scary story. And no, my camp is NOT like this.... As far as I know.
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Phil's Story
The camp seemed nice enough. It was a large, plain field surrounded by deciduous trees on all sides. The cabins where the campers, or "victims", as Phil liked to call them, would stay were positioned right on the treeline.
"How convenient," Phil thought to himself as he hiked his backpack further up on his shoulder. He knew the cabins had been placed just so because of the cruel nature of the camp directors. This new generation of kids were probably unsuspecting fools, just pawns in the hideous game of chess about to take place.
The other kids may have been fools, but not Phil. No, he had been coming to camp for long enough to have heard the terrifying legends about this place. Phil had noticed that every year that his parents sentenced him here, the other kids were always new. Didn't it seem strange to anyone else that no kid ever came twice? Except for Phil, of course. And when one of the campers would mysteriously disappear... well, the adults always made up some phony excuse for it. But Phil knew the truth.
He narrowed his eyes and walked slowly up the creaky porch steps to the Alpha cabin. A few of the boys had already chosen their bunkbeds for the week. Phil dumped his bag, pillow, and bedding on the bed in the very back corner, closest to the woods, with a window overlooking the treeline. He took his binoculars out of his bag and climbed up to the top bunk. Brushing his red hair out of his eyes, he peered through the binoculars, focusing the lenses as he stared. He wasn't scared this year. Four years of fear, of pent-up frustration and suspicion. Four years of lying in his bunk at night, waiting and wondering if he were going to be the next camper that went missing in action.
"No more," he whispered to himself. His fists tightened. He had come prepared this year. He was going to find out exactly what was living in those woods, where the campers were going, and why they weren't coming back....
~~~
Phil knew his investigation would take long, it would probably take the entire week, but he couldn't just run off by himself. The counselors at camp had eyes like a hawk. They would surely catch him sneaking off. He had to plan his escape, make sure it was absolutely fool-proof.
"At night, then," he decided as he and his cabin-mates were called up for dinner. He hadn't bothered getting to know the others- they would probably just vanish sometime this week anyway.
Phil chewed his food slowly, methodically, as the other boys in his cabin chatted amongst themselves. Poor saps. They had no way of knowing about the horror that would strike this week. He was certain things wouldn't have changed this year.
He sang the camp songs and watched the skits being performed that evening at the campfire, putting on the facade of the "happy camper". As the sun set behind the trees, trees that were shadowed and carried a foreboding feeling with the breeze that blew through their billowing leaves, the camp calmed down for the night. The campers sang their goodnight song and their counselors brought them to their respective cabins for the evening.
Phil parted the blinds of the window ever-so-slightly and scanned the darkened area behind the cabin. He gulped once and his fingers wrapped around one of the only weapons his parents had let him bring to summer camp- a water gun.
Just as he was about to turn back to his bed, he saw a flash of reflective, yellow eyes. As soon as they had appeared, they were gone.
Phil felt himself stiffen out of fear, but he quickly choked back the nervousness. No, he would not be scared! He had been scared enough for too long now. He needed to find out what was going on at this camp.
"And tonight, I will find out," he whispered to himself as he laid down in his bed and waited for the others to fall asleep.
It didn't take long before all of the boys, including the counselor, were fast asleep. Phil slipped silently from his bunk, grabbing his backpack. He snuck across the cabin to the front door. Phil paused. He took a deep breath in to steady his nerves, and turned the knob slowly.
The door flew open before him. "What are you doing up?" asked one of the two camp directors. Sean towered over Phil, and unreadable look in his eyes.
"What's going on?" Josh, the camp counselor, asked as he sat up in bed.
As if the fact that Phil sneaking out was no longer important, Sean moved past him quickly and over to a sleepy Josh. The other campers were still fast asleep, so Sean kept his voice low as he spoke. Curious as to why Sean seemed so hurried, Phil leaned against the wall to listen to the hushed conversation.
"Tula can't find Mark anywhere," Sean whispered.
"What do you mean? He was supposed to be back from outpost by dinnertime."
"I know!" Sean was having trouble keeping his voice low.
"And he's still not back?" Josh asked. "We have to do something...."
Phil hid around the corner as Josh got out of bed. He and Sean walked out the door, closing it behind them. Phil peeked through the blinds of the front window to see them running off, through the dark, toward the pavilion.
"I knew it!" He shouted in a whisper to himself. "So Mark's been the first victim this year...." He squeezed his backpack strap absentmindedly. Now that the big buy, the head honcho, the director of the entire thing had disappeared, the staff had finally paid attention to the vanishings!
Phil looked out the window one last time, to make sure Josh and Sean were gone, and then he carefully opened the cabin door. He put his hood up, over his face, and quietly snuck down the porch steps. He hid around the corner and opened his backpack, taking out a flashlight and his water gun filled to the brim with holy water from his church.
He breathed in deeply and then kicked off of the wall. Phil's footfalls were practically silent as he moved around the outside of the cabin, to the treeline in the back. He flipped the switch on the flashlight and scanned the trees.
Not seeing anything move immediately, he proceeded into the undergrowth. The rustling leaves, the snapping twigs, regular sounds of the forest seemed strangely eerie in the pitch-black darkness of night. Phil felt his knees begin to quiver, but whether it was out of fear, excitement, or a mixture of both- he didn't know. Although it was probably fear.
He could hear some of the cam staff down the yard whispering nervously and anxiously to themselves. Phil narrowed his eyes. If only they had paid more attention to the old legends about the creatures lurking in the dark. The older kids, the ones that remembered the legends, knew that the woods were filled with undead corpses that rose to life under the light of the moon to satiate their cannibalistic hunger for blood, guts, and brains.
They were... zombies!
Phil swallowed back the sudden fear that hardened in his throat, raced through his veins, and felt like scorching fire in his body. He moved deeper into the forest now, fighting thick branches, annoying bugs, and thorn bushes that pulled at his pant legs.
Finally, he made it to a small, natural clearing amongst the trees. Phil decided to stop for a break. He sat on a fallen log and looked up toward the treetops. The stars seemed dim tonight, as if they wanted him to be lost in the dark. He clutched his flashlight and stood back up to continue walking. As he was about to step forward, a chilly wind blew, swirling fallen leaves and debris all around Phil. He blocked most of it from getting in his face. Just then, a terrible moan filled the clearing. The horrified voice echoed off of the trees and bushes and rocks. Phil's water gun was out in front of him in a flash. He shined the flashlight on his surroundings and noticed his hands were shaking. He gulped.
The moan howled through the clearing again, riding on the breeze as it swirled around Phil. He shivered, but his feet stayed planted firmly on the ground. He had come all the way out here. He wasn't turning back now. He felt his heart racing.
There was a rustling in the bushes nearby. Phil's knees almost gave out.
He watched closely as something pale stuck through the leaves. Phil narrowed his eyes. Only when the first pale stick was joined by four others did Phil realize they were fingers, and that... was a hand.
He gasped. "Who is that?" He shouted in a voice he hoped sounded brave but probably wasn't.
"Pppppphhhhhiiiiillllll..." came the moaned response. The hand in the bush reached toward him.
Phil nearly screamed as all thoughts of bravery were lost. He turned on his heel and flew from that clearing, racing as fast as he could. He was running so fast that he didn't notice a tree root protruding from the ground. He ended up tripping and somersaulting forward a few times before his momentum was lost.
"Ppppphhhhhiiiillll!!!" The crazy cry came again.
Phil quickly picked himself off of the ground, but paused. He didn't remember coming this way. His heart dropped into his stomach as he realized he was completely turned around. He was lost.
"Ppphhhiiilll!" As if on cue, the flashlight in Phil's hand went out. He gasped and pulled his backpack around to search for new batteries. He knew there was no way he'd be able to get out of the forest blind. The moan came again, and it sounded closer. Phil dug through his backpack, frantically trying to find the batteries. The leaves crunched and the twigs snapped in front of him.
"Zombie!!!!" Phil cried, and unleashed a barrage of squirts from his water gun. The creature groaned and stumbled backward just as Phil's free hand grabbed onto the batteries. The creature stumbled toward him again.
Phil squeezed the trigger of his water gun, but nothing came out. His face reflecting the horror he was racked with inside, he realized he was completely out of ammo. His mom had only let him bring one of his water guns!
"Ppphhiiillll..." the zombie groaned, reaching toward Phil with dirty, bloody hands.
Phil panicked. He closed his eyes, flipped on the flashlight and shouted, "Don't eat me!"
Nothing happened. Phil opened one eye and then the other.
"Eat you?"
Phil blinked at the person standing in front of him. "Mark?" He asked incredulously.
"Can you get that light out of my eyes?" Mark griped as he held one hand over a cut on his forehead. "Why did you run away from me?" He complained.
"I thought you were a zombie..." Phil admitted weakly, under his breath. He quickly cleared his throat and changed the subject. "What happened to you?"
"Well, I was on my way back from outpost when I tripped and hit my head. Guess I knocked myself out." He rubbed his head again. "What are you doing out here? And why'd you squirt me in the face with water?"
Phil grimaced. "I was... uh... looking for you. You've been gone for a long time." He chose to ignore the second part of the question. "Um, everyone's looking for you. We should probably get back to camp...." Phil motioned for Mark to be in front. "Lead the way."
Mark winced and rubbed his back as he began leading them back to camp. Phil took one last look around. Maybe there really were no zombies. He sighed and followed Mark.
A pair of reflective and souless, yellow eyes watched them go.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
+The Day That We Died+
Rating: PG
Warning: Mild violence; Bloody language
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"Don't you remember?"
"How could I forget?"
"The day that we died...."
"Our blood spilled out."
"We knew it was coming."
"Knew long before they did."
"They are controlled."
"Controlled by the legions."
"Not the one forty-four..."
"Their blood covers the Earth."
"The Earth is covered in ashes."
"Ashes of the innocent."
"Innocence comes from within."
"Not when it's controlled by the legions."
"Such a sorrowful day when the world ends."
"They are controlled by the legions."
"Don't you remember?"
"The day that we died?"
"Our blood spilled out, covered the Earth."
"The angels wept for our sake."
"The saints chanted prayers."
"The crimson stain left on the ground."
"No one cares."
"The wings of the angels are unbound."
"Controlled by the legions."
"The darkness rises, taking over."
"Spilling blood over the Earth."
"Why don't they do something?"
"There is a time."
"Don't you remember?"
"The promise made?"
"The day that we died..."
"Was the day we were saved."
Warning: Mild violence; Bloody language
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"Don't you remember?"
"How could I forget?"
"The day that we died...."
"Our blood spilled out."
"We knew it was coming."
"Knew long before they did."
"They are controlled."
"Controlled by the legions."
"Not the one forty-four..."
"Their blood covers the Earth."
"The Earth is covered in ashes."
"Ashes of the innocent."
"Innocence comes from within."
"Not when it's controlled by the legions."
"Such a sorrowful day when the world ends."
"They are controlled by the legions."
"Don't you remember?"
"The day that we died?"
"Our blood spilled out, covered the Earth."
"The angels wept for our sake."
"The saints chanted prayers."
"The crimson stain left on the ground."
"No one cares."
"The wings of the angels are unbound."
"Controlled by the legions."
"The darkness rises, taking over."
"Spilling blood over the Earth."
"Why don't they do something?"
"There is a time."
"Don't you remember?"
"The promise made?"
"The day that we died..."
"Was the day we were saved."
Monday, February 1, 2010
.:The Farmhouse:.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some languange; Sensual material
DISCLAIMER: Danny Phantom, Amity Park, etc. (c) Butch Hartman; A.J. Courman, Simon Coell, etc. (c) Tomatowolf (that would be ME); Kai, Akira/Kazu, Xander, etc. (c) TheeBycth/Howla; Izzy, Colin, etc. (c) MikeyCam; "The Lakehouse" (c) to... the producer?; The term "wolfa" (c) pretty much me and my peeps on the DPOF. Not sure who exactly came up with it first, lol.
NOTE: Just noticed that in this, A.J.'s grandfather has died. In our role plays- he's still currently alive. I don't know when I'm going to off him. xD Also, this was written two or three years ago and was the first time writing from Kai's perspective.
Btw- a "wolfa" is a werewolf. xD
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Kai grumbled to himself as he pulled onto the old road that led to the only house on the street. He knew this path well. Every Saturday he'd come over to her house. After her grandfather passed away, A.J. had to take over the farm and the house. Ever since then, she'd been too busy to do anything but work on the farm and the only days he got to see her were on Saturdays- other than in school, of course.
But she hadn't come to school today, which was unusual. Even though the wolfa was constantly late, she never missed class. He'd waited anxiously in the first class they'd had together, Algebra, in the morning for her to arrive. His eyes were trained on the desk she sat at normally which was catercorner behind him, closest to the window. When she still hadn't arrived by twenty past nine, he'd gotten curious.
Then, when she hadn't showed up at lunch to sit with him, he'd gotten worried.
And finally, when she still hadn't shown up for their final classes together, Literature and P.E., he'd started to panic.
It's stupid. He thought to himself. Probably nothing. But what if it was something? What if something happened to her? A.J. wasn't very coordinated for a werewolf. Maybe she slipped in the bathroom and hit her head... maybe she fell off the roof! Even though she had the ability to heal herself ten times as fast as a human being, she also had the ability to hurt herself ten times as badly as a human.
His hands tightened on the steering wheel, his heart thumping loudly in his ears. “Stop it, Atokata.” He scolded himself. But he felt his foot shove down even more on the gas pedal.
On Saturdays, he came over to help out with the work. Usually it was something to do with the house: re-attaching the siding, nailing down the loose shingles or replacing the loose boards in the porch, while she worked with the crops and the animals. He wasn't very good with the farm work, especially trying to take care of the chickens. They hated him.
His red car pulled into her old, gravel driveway decorated with weeds that had popped up in between the rocks, and shut off the engine. The old, two-story farmhouse with its chipped paint, dangling shutters and gutters full of... gunk, its creaky porch and dilapidated jalopy in the driveway that didn't run anymore... for some reason, it made him smile. Which was something Kai never did.
He got out of his car and looked around. Un-trimmed bushes lined the driveway- some dead, some barely still alive. Kai walked up the sidewalk to the front of the house. He knocked on the door and when nobody answered, his heart thumped even louder. He turned around, scanning the land around the house. His golden eyes could see for a mile wherever he looked.
Eventually, he saw a shuffling in the corn patch about thirty yards away. He smiled softly as her figure stumbled out of the corn patch and then caught herself before she fell over.
“A.J.,” He called, walking back down the steps of the porch. She looked up as he started walking toward her. He had to look away for a moment to hide his blush when he saw what she was wearing. Over-alls, gloves and a straw hat. She had dirt on her clothes, mud on her face and straw in her hair. He saw her embarrassed and shocked expression and the blood that filled her cheeks with color.
“Kai? What are you doing here?” She asked, taking off her gloves. She attempted to dust the dirt off of her pants, but it was of no use. It was packed on.
“You weren't in school today.” He said, watching her with mild amusement. “Did I come at a bad time?”
A.J. sighed. “No, I guess not. I don't know when exactly would be a good time...” She shoved her gloves in her back pocket. “I'm just trying to get everything ready for harvest.”
“Would you like some help?” He asked, taking off his jacket and tossing it away. He picked up the shovel and hoe laying on the ground in front of him.
She smiled.
“Saturday's tomorrow.” She noted.
He shrugged. “Why not get an early start?”
“Well...” A.J. cocked her head at him. “I think I'm done with the vegetables today. Now I just have to feed the chickens, get the eggs, clean out the stable, feed the sheep and sheer them, milk the goat, shave his horns...” She trailed off as she watched the surprised expression on his face. “You can leave if you want,” She offered. “You don't really know how to-”
“I said I'd help you.” He insisted, picking up the rest of the tools. “I'll start off by putting these away.”
A.J. grinned widely. “They go in the shed.”
He nodded, stacking the tools into one arm and slinging his jacket over his shoulder with the other. Sighing inwardly, he began the trek back up to the house to put the tools away in the shed.
Although he would never admit it to anyone, and if they asked, he'd just give them his cold glare, he secretly enjoyed this. Not the work, mind you, but he would spend all day working if he could just be with her like this... by themselves. It wasn't often, especially now, that they got any alone time. Even on regular days, they were usually joined up with Izzy and Colin or Simon and Xander. And it was even more often that they were joined by a ghostly villain threatening to take over the world or to eradicate Danny Phantom and his friends from existence. They'd always fail, of course.
After dumping off the tools and putting his jacket in his car, he made his way to the chicken coop, where A.J. was spreading feed all over. The birds were bobbing their heads and making those weird noises as they pecked up the food.
He stopped before he reached the coop.
“Be careful of the rooster,” A.J. called to him. “He's kind of grouchy today.”
Kai looked around for the monster bird that always attacked him when he came over and tensed up when he didn't see him.
“Oh, don't worry, I got him.” A.J. poked her head out of the chicken coop and then showed him that she was holding the rooster upside-down, by his feet. Kai smirked at the struggling bird and walked past the hens, up to them.
“I hate that thing,” Kai said, staring down at the beady-eyed rooster. The animal tilted its head at him.
“He used to attack me too.” A.J. told him, tossing the rooster away. The bird landed on his feet and started eating with the hens. Kai ducked into the chicken coop with A.J. “But he finally got used to me. I think he just reacts worse to us because we're...” She paused, taking some eggs out of one of the nests. She put them, carefully, into a basket at her side. “Well, you know... I think he senses danger or something.”
“He senses that?” Kai asked, turning to a different nest.
“Well, I guess so. He's just trying to protect his females like a good alpha.” She chuckled.
Kai smirked, taking the eggs and placing them inside the basket. “Like I'd really want any of his chicks.”
A.J. laughed suddenly at his pun, startling him, and Kai crushed an egg in his hand. He grimaced. A.J. turned to look at him, smiling.
“Oh, sorry.” She giggled. “Here.” She pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and handed it to him. He wiped his hand off.
“Thanks.”
“The goat's worse.” A.J. continued. “He still doesn't like me very well.” She rubbed her side absentmindedly. “Which is why I need to shave his horns...”
“I'll let you tackle that.” Kai said. “So, why weren't you in school today?” He asked.
A.J. sighed. “There's a lot of work to do here.” She answered.
“You knew I was coming over tomorrow. We could have worked then.”
“Yeah, but sometimes...” she tilted her head, staring at the egg she was holding in her hand. “It gets to be too much to finish in one day.” She shrugged. “Besides, it's good to skip school once in a while. My brain doesn't hurt so much today.”
He smiled, back turned to her so she couldn't see. “You should have told me,” he said quietly. “I would have come over today.”
“Nah, I'm okay.” A.J. assured him. “Besides, you have a perfect four-point-oh to keep up. Whether I miss one class or not really won't effect my two-point-two.”
But it effects me. Kai sighed again, this time outwardly. A.J. looked at him, picking up her basket.
“Something wrong?” She asked. He glanced at her, realizing he'd been caught, and then looked away.
“No.” He answered shortly. Normally, someone would take that answer and accept it, but A.J. wasn't normal. She put her hand on her hip, looking at him.
“Something is wrong.” She insisted. “You want to talk about it?”
His eyes widened and a fine, red blush spread across his cheeks. “No.” He answered again.
She frowned, but accepted it this time. “Well, let's go.” She led him out of the chicken coop.
He spent the next two hours cleaning out the horse stable and holding down the sheep so A.J. could sheer them. After A.J. finished with the goat, the two wolfas walked back up to her house. The sun was starting to set over the horizon.
“You want to stay for dinner?” A.J. asked as they came up to the door. He narrowed his eyes at her.
“I thought you didn't eat.”
She shrugged and opened the door to the kitchen. “I don't, but you do. I have food, you know.”
He followed her inside. “No, that's okay.”
“Well, you mind waiting until I can get into some clean clothes?” She chuckled, taking off her hat. He stepped up to her, half-smiling, and took a piece of straw out of her hair. She blushed and grinned sheepishly at him.
“You can take a shower too.” He said. “I don't mind waiting.”
A.J. wrinkled her nose at the comment, but knew he meant no harm. She hurried off to her bedroom upstairs and Kai walked into the living room. Waiting for her, he scanned the pictures on the shelf above the television set. There was one of her and her late grandfather, another of A.J. with Simon and Benji, and a final one of her and two people he didn't recognize. But she was much younger in this picture, probably six or seven. She had soft, pale skin and no neon blue in her hair. The scar on her left eye was also gone. At first glance, he didn't even recognize it was her. The woman holding the small girl had long, black hair and blue eyes. And the man standing next to them had brown hair and green eyes. Kai realized that these people must have been A.J.'s parents. That was why she was so young in the photo.
“They wouldn't like you, you know.”
Kai spun around to see her standing at the bottom of the staircase. She was wearing a t-shirt and purple pajama pants. Her hair was hanging around her pale face in wet strips, revealing the scar down her eye that she usually hid with her bangs.
“My parents, I mean.” She walked over to him and and smiled at the picture. “From what Grampa told me, Dad was pretty over-protective of me.” She chuckled, but he could hear the sadness in her voice. “And Mom wasn't too happy about me even playing with the elementary boys. There's no way they'd even let you into the house today.”
“I bet they'd like Simon,” Kai said quietly. A.J. laughed.
“You'd lose that bet.” She tilted her head at the photo frame. “I'm pretty sure the fact that he's a drunk vampire might deter them.” She sighed. “They'd probably kill me for hanging out with any of you.”
Kai smiled lightly. “You look like both of them.” He said. “You have your mother's face and your father's eyes.”
“Yeah, I know.” She took the picture frame and laid it face-down on the shelf. “Can we not talk about that though?” She asked. Kai heard the weakness in her voice. He glanced at her, but she wasn't looking at him. The overwhelming urge to grab her and hold her there safely in his arms nearly took him over. He barely managed to stay still.
“What do you want to do now?” She asked, finally looking at him.
Comfort you. His mind answered. Stay right here with you. “I don't care.” He shrugged. She was silent for a moment, which upset him. It wasn't often that A.J. was ever silent. “Do you want me to leave now?” He asked awkwardly. He was never really good in these social situations.
“No!” She answered too quickly. She fixed it, “I mean, you're fine. Unless you want to leave...”
He shook his head.
“Okay then." She looked down at the TV. “You want to watch a movie? I have The Lakehouse.” She shrugged.
Kai looked at her. “You like romances?”
She blushed and looked away. “Not really. Magical mailboxes really captivate me.” She said sarcastically.
Kai smirked and shrugged. “All right then.”
As A.J. popped the DVD into the player, Kai took a seat on the couch. She came back with the remote and sat down next to him.
“Magical mailboxes, huh?” Kai asked. A.J. smiled. “Sure it's not Keanu Reeves that keeps your attention?”
She chuckled. “No. Reeves isn't my type.”
“What is your type?” He hadn't realized he had asked the question out loud until she looked at him. He felt his whole face turn bright red as the movie began.
“W-Wha...?” Her face was turning red too.
“Never mind,” Kai snapped, turning back to the movie. He watched her out of the side of his eye and she looked upset now. He cursed at himself for being so stupid.
He spent most of the rest of the movie trying not to look like a moron in front of her and not really paying attention to the plot line. The only part of the movie that really managed to catch his attention was when someone died. The whole time... A.J. didn't say a word.
Wonderful. He thought to himself.
Because he'd been so aware of her, when she sniveled, he immediately looked over. She wiped her eye.
“Are you crying?” He asked, surprised. Startled, she looked at him and wiped her other eye.
“No, of course not.” She sneered. “That's dumb.”
He smiled and leaned over slowly, taking a pale hand and brushing her hair back behind her ear. The long, red scar was visible down her left eye and she looked up at him quizzically. “You were crying.” He observed.
She frowned. “No I wasn't.” She said stubbornly.
“Why are you denying it?” He asked. “It's obvious.” There were tear streaks down her cheeks. She couldn't hide it.
“Crying is a form of weakness.” She crossed her arms. “I'm not weak.”
“Akira cries all the time. He's not weak.” Kai noted. “Well... Kazu isn't.”
A.J. chuckled. “I just...” She hesitated, obviously embarrassed, and looked down at her lap. “Think... it's sweet.”
Kai cocked an eyebrow. “The movie or the crying?”
“The movie.” She rolled her eyes.
“Why?”
She shrugged. “I don't know. I guess it's a girl thing. Romance...”
Kai glanced at the screen, scrunched his nose, and then looked back at her. “I don't understand.”
“Yeah, I know.” A.J. sighed.
Kai frowned. “What's that supposed to mean?”
A.J. shrugged. “Well, you're a guy. I wouldn't expect you to understand.”
“I can be romantic.” Kai crossed his arms. A.J. laughed softly. “What?” He looked at her, annoyed.
“Nothing.” A.J. shrugged.
“You don't believe me?” He asked. “I can prove it.”
A.J. shook her head. “Kai, you don't have to prove anything to-”
Before she could finish her sentence, Kai grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her closer. Taken by surprise, she froze, letting him slide her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her body, holding her against his chest.
“K-Kai?” A.J. asked quietly, her voice breaking. She looked up at him, shocked.
Kai froze. What was he doing? Ohhh... this day had not gone like he'd planned.... He felt himself staring at her with wide eyes. Something was wavering his resolve. He knew this was awkward for both of them, that it would probably be best to just put her down and get out of her house right now, but yet... he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. He loved the feel of her body in his arms, loved the warmth of her skin- much more than he probably should. She wasn't fighting him, which was confusing, he thought. Why wasn't she scrambling to get away? Wasn't she scared of him like everyone else, especially in such close proximity?
“A.J...” He whispered. She didn't respond, only looked at him, puzzled. With a shaky finger under her chin, he lifted her face closer to his, brushing his lips lightly over hers. He felt her body tense and he immediately retreated, unsure of what to do now and absolutely knowing he had made her uncomfortable. He leaned away, looking at her, embarrassed.
Much to his surprise, she smiled. She closed her eyes and tried to snuggle closer to him. “I don't think I'm quite convinced yet.”
After getting over the surprise of her answer, which took a while, and trying to remember exactly what she was referring to, he smiled deviously. “Oh really?” He pushed himself up further on the couch and then pulled her into a sitting position on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her back, keeping her close. Gently, he brushed his lips against hers again. This time, she responded. A feeling of shock swam through his veins, but he didn't retreat this time. His lips moved to her jaw line and down to her neck. He broke off momentarily. “How about now?”
“Not... fully...” She whispered. His lips moved back up her neck, to her mouth, deepening the kiss. She pressed herself closer to him. His lips moved against hers in intricate patterns before he broke off again.
“What about now?” He asked quietly, keeping his eyes closed.
“I suppose,” she replied, just as breathless. He could hear the smile in her voice and he opened his eyes. She was staring at him. “You've proven yourself.” She smirked.
“Good.” He grinned. “I hate to say I told you so, but...”
She smiled happily, wrapping her arms around his body and snuggling herself closer. “Don't worry, you're much better than Keanu Reeves.” She said.
He grinned back as the credits rolled.
Warnings: Some languange; Sensual material
DISCLAIMER: Danny Phantom, Amity Park, etc. (c) Butch Hartman; A.J. Courman, Simon Coell, etc. (c) Tomatowolf (that would be ME); Kai, Akira/Kazu, Xander, etc. (c) TheeBycth/Howla; Izzy, Colin, etc. (c) MikeyCam; "The Lakehouse" (c) to... the producer?; The term "wolfa" (c) pretty much me and my peeps on the DPOF. Not sure who exactly came up with it first, lol.
NOTE: Just noticed that in this, A.J.'s grandfather has died. In our role plays- he's still currently alive. I don't know when I'm going to off him. xD Also, this was written two or three years ago and was the first time writing from Kai's perspective.
Btw- a "wolfa" is a werewolf. xD
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Kai grumbled to himself as he pulled onto the old road that led to the only house on the street. He knew this path well. Every Saturday he'd come over to her house. After her grandfather passed away, A.J. had to take over the farm and the house. Ever since then, she'd been too busy to do anything but work on the farm and the only days he got to see her were on Saturdays- other than in school, of course.
But she hadn't come to school today, which was unusual. Even though the wolfa was constantly late, she never missed class. He'd waited anxiously in the first class they'd had together, Algebra, in the morning for her to arrive. His eyes were trained on the desk she sat at normally which was catercorner behind him, closest to the window. When she still hadn't arrived by twenty past nine, he'd gotten curious.
Then, when she hadn't showed up at lunch to sit with him, he'd gotten worried.
And finally, when she still hadn't shown up for their final classes together, Literature and P.E., he'd started to panic.
It's stupid. He thought to himself. Probably nothing. But what if it was something? What if something happened to her? A.J. wasn't very coordinated for a werewolf. Maybe she slipped in the bathroom and hit her head... maybe she fell off the roof! Even though she had the ability to heal herself ten times as fast as a human being, she also had the ability to hurt herself ten times as badly as a human.
His hands tightened on the steering wheel, his heart thumping loudly in his ears. “Stop it, Atokata.” He scolded himself. But he felt his foot shove down even more on the gas pedal.
On Saturdays, he came over to help out with the work. Usually it was something to do with the house: re-attaching the siding, nailing down the loose shingles or replacing the loose boards in the porch, while she worked with the crops and the animals. He wasn't very good with the farm work, especially trying to take care of the chickens. They hated him.
His red car pulled into her old, gravel driveway decorated with weeds that had popped up in between the rocks, and shut off the engine. The old, two-story farmhouse with its chipped paint, dangling shutters and gutters full of... gunk, its creaky porch and dilapidated jalopy in the driveway that didn't run anymore... for some reason, it made him smile. Which was something Kai never did.
He got out of his car and looked around. Un-trimmed bushes lined the driveway- some dead, some barely still alive. Kai walked up the sidewalk to the front of the house. He knocked on the door and when nobody answered, his heart thumped even louder. He turned around, scanning the land around the house. His golden eyes could see for a mile wherever he looked.
Eventually, he saw a shuffling in the corn patch about thirty yards away. He smiled softly as her figure stumbled out of the corn patch and then caught herself before she fell over.
“A.J.,” He called, walking back down the steps of the porch. She looked up as he started walking toward her. He had to look away for a moment to hide his blush when he saw what she was wearing. Over-alls, gloves and a straw hat. She had dirt on her clothes, mud on her face and straw in her hair. He saw her embarrassed and shocked expression and the blood that filled her cheeks with color.
“Kai? What are you doing here?” She asked, taking off her gloves. She attempted to dust the dirt off of her pants, but it was of no use. It was packed on.
“You weren't in school today.” He said, watching her with mild amusement. “Did I come at a bad time?”
A.J. sighed. “No, I guess not. I don't know when exactly would be a good time...” She shoved her gloves in her back pocket. “I'm just trying to get everything ready for harvest.”
“Would you like some help?” He asked, taking off his jacket and tossing it away. He picked up the shovel and hoe laying on the ground in front of him.
She smiled.
“Saturday's tomorrow.” She noted.
He shrugged. “Why not get an early start?”
“Well...” A.J. cocked her head at him. “I think I'm done with the vegetables today. Now I just have to feed the chickens, get the eggs, clean out the stable, feed the sheep and sheer them, milk the goat, shave his horns...” She trailed off as she watched the surprised expression on his face. “You can leave if you want,” She offered. “You don't really know how to-”
“I said I'd help you.” He insisted, picking up the rest of the tools. “I'll start off by putting these away.”
A.J. grinned widely. “They go in the shed.”
He nodded, stacking the tools into one arm and slinging his jacket over his shoulder with the other. Sighing inwardly, he began the trek back up to the house to put the tools away in the shed.
Although he would never admit it to anyone, and if they asked, he'd just give them his cold glare, he secretly enjoyed this. Not the work, mind you, but he would spend all day working if he could just be with her like this... by themselves. It wasn't often, especially now, that they got any alone time. Even on regular days, they were usually joined up with Izzy and Colin or Simon and Xander. And it was even more often that they were joined by a ghostly villain threatening to take over the world or to eradicate Danny Phantom and his friends from existence. They'd always fail, of course.
After dumping off the tools and putting his jacket in his car, he made his way to the chicken coop, where A.J. was spreading feed all over. The birds were bobbing their heads and making those weird noises as they pecked up the food.
He stopped before he reached the coop.
“Be careful of the rooster,” A.J. called to him. “He's kind of grouchy today.”
Kai looked around for the monster bird that always attacked him when he came over and tensed up when he didn't see him.
“Oh, don't worry, I got him.” A.J. poked her head out of the chicken coop and then showed him that she was holding the rooster upside-down, by his feet. Kai smirked at the struggling bird and walked past the hens, up to them.
“I hate that thing,” Kai said, staring down at the beady-eyed rooster. The animal tilted its head at him.
“He used to attack me too.” A.J. told him, tossing the rooster away. The bird landed on his feet and started eating with the hens. Kai ducked into the chicken coop with A.J. “But he finally got used to me. I think he just reacts worse to us because we're...” She paused, taking some eggs out of one of the nests. She put them, carefully, into a basket at her side. “Well, you know... I think he senses danger or something.”
“He senses that?” Kai asked, turning to a different nest.
“Well, I guess so. He's just trying to protect his females like a good alpha.” She chuckled.
Kai smirked, taking the eggs and placing them inside the basket. “Like I'd really want any of his chicks.”
A.J. laughed suddenly at his pun, startling him, and Kai crushed an egg in his hand. He grimaced. A.J. turned to look at him, smiling.
“Oh, sorry.” She giggled. “Here.” She pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and handed it to him. He wiped his hand off.
“Thanks.”
“The goat's worse.” A.J. continued. “He still doesn't like me very well.” She rubbed her side absentmindedly. “Which is why I need to shave his horns...”
“I'll let you tackle that.” Kai said. “So, why weren't you in school today?” He asked.
A.J. sighed. “There's a lot of work to do here.” She answered.
“You knew I was coming over tomorrow. We could have worked then.”
“Yeah, but sometimes...” she tilted her head, staring at the egg she was holding in her hand. “It gets to be too much to finish in one day.” She shrugged. “Besides, it's good to skip school once in a while. My brain doesn't hurt so much today.”
He smiled, back turned to her so she couldn't see. “You should have told me,” he said quietly. “I would have come over today.”
“Nah, I'm okay.” A.J. assured him. “Besides, you have a perfect four-point-oh to keep up. Whether I miss one class or not really won't effect my two-point-two.”
But it effects me. Kai sighed again, this time outwardly. A.J. looked at him, picking up her basket.
“Something wrong?” She asked. He glanced at her, realizing he'd been caught, and then looked away.
“No.” He answered shortly. Normally, someone would take that answer and accept it, but A.J. wasn't normal. She put her hand on her hip, looking at him.
“Something is wrong.” She insisted. “You want to talk about it?”
His eyes widened and a fine, red blush spread across his cheeks. “No.” He answered again.
She frowned, but accepted it this time. “Well, let's go.” She led him out of the chicken coop.
He spent the next two hours cleaning out the horse stable and holding down the sheep so A.J. could sheer them. After A.J. finished with the goat, the two wolfas walked back up to her house. The sun was starting to set over the horizon.
“You want to stay for dinner?” A.J. asked as they came up to the door. He narrowed his eyes at her.
“I thought you didn't eat.”
She shrugged and opened the door to the kitchen. “I don't, but you do. I have food, you know.”
He followed her inside. “No, that's okay.”
“Well, you mind waiting until I can get into some clean clothes?” She chuckled, taking off her hat. He stepped up to her, half-smiling, and took a piece of straw out of her hair. She blushed and grinned sheepishly at him.
“You can take a shower too.” He said. “I don't mind waiting.”
A.J. wrinkled her nose at the comment, but knew he meant no harm. She hurried off to her bedroom upstairs and Kai walked into the living room. Waiting for her, he scanned the pictures on the shelf above the television set. There was one of her and her late grandfather, another of A.J. with Simon and Benji, and a final one of her and two people he didn't recognize. But she was much younger in this picture, probably six or seven. She had soft, pale skin and no neon blue in her hair. The scar on her left eye was also gone. At first glance, he didn't even recognize it was her. The woman holding the small girl had long, black hair and blue eyes. And the man standing next to them had brown hair and green eyes. Kai realized that these people must have been A.J.'s parents. That was why she was so young in the photo.
“They wouldn't like you, you know.”
Kai spun around to see her standing at the bottom of the staircase. She was wearing a t-shirt and purple pajama pants. Her hair was hanging around her pale face in wet strips, revealing the scar down her eye that she usually hid with her bangs.
“My parents, I mean.” She walked over to him and and smiled at the picture. “From what Grampa told me, Dad was pretty over-protective of me.” She chuckled, but he could hear the sadness in her voice. “And Mom wasn't too happy about me even playing with the elementary boys. There's no way they'd even let you into the house today.”
“I bet they'd like Simon,” Kai said quietly. A.J. laughed.
“You'd lose that bet.” She tilted her head at the photo frame. “I'm pretty sure the fact that he's a drunk vampire might deter them.” She sighed. “They'd probably kill me for hanging out with any of you.”
Kai smiled lightly. “You look like both of them.” He said. “You have your mother's face and your father's eyes.”
“Yeah, I know.” She took the picture frame and laid it face-down on the shelf. “Can we not talk about that though?” She asked. Kai heard the weakness in her voice. He glanced at her, but she wasn't looking at him. The overwhelming urge to grab her and hold her there safely in his arms nearly took him over. He barely managed to stay still.
“What do you want to do now?” She asked, finally looking at him.
Comfort you. His mind answered. Stay right here with you. “I don't care.” He shrugged. She was silent for a moment, which upset him. It wasn't often that A.J. was ever silent. “Do you want me to leave now?” He asked awkwardly. He was never really good in these social situations.
“No!” She answered too quickly. She fixed it, “I mean, you're fine. Unless you want to leave...”
He shook his head.
“Okay then." She looked down at the TV. “You want to watch a movie? I have The Lakehouse.” She shrugged.
Kai looked at her. “You like romances?”
She blushed and looked away. “Not really. Magical mailboxes really captivate me.” She said sarcastically.
Kai smirked and shrugged. “All right then.”
As A.J. popped the DVD into the player, Kai took a seat on the couch. She came back with the remote and sat down next to him.
“Magical mailboxes, huh?” Kai asked. A.J. smiled. “Sure it's not Keanu Reeves that keeps your attention?”
She chuckled. “No. Reeves isn't my type.”
“What is your type?” He hadn't realized he had asked the question out loud until she looked at him. He felt his whole face turn bright red as the movie began.
“W-Wha...?” Her face was turning red too.
“Never mind,” Kai snapped, turning back to the movie. He watched her out of the side of his eye and she looked upset now. He cursed at himself for being so stupid.
He spent most of the rest of the movie trying not to look like a moron in front of her and not really paying attention to the plot line. The only part of the movie that really managed to catch his attention was when someone died. The whole time... A.J. didn't say a word.
Wonderful. He thought to himself.
Because he'd been so aware of her, when she sniveled, he immediately looked over. She wiped her eye.
“Are you crying?” He asked, surprised. Startled, she looked at him and wiped her other eye.
“No, of course not.” She sneered. “That's dumb.”
He smiled and leaned over slowly, taking a pale hand and brushing her hair back behind her ear. The long, red scar was visible down her left eye and she looked up at him quizzically. “You were crying.” He observed.
She frowned. “No I wasn't.” She said stubbornly.
“Why are you denying it?” He asked. “It's obvious.” There were tear streaks down her cheeks. She couldn't hide it.
“Crying is a form of weakness.” She crossed her arms. “I'm not weak.”
“Akira cries all the time. He's not weak.” Kai noted. “Well... Kazu isn't.”
A.J. chuckled. “I just...” She hesitated, obviously embarrassed, and looked down at her lap. “Think... it's sweet.”
Kai cocked an eyebrow. “The movie or the crying?”
“The movie.” She rolled her eyes.
“Why?”
She shrugged. “I don't know. I guess it's a girl thing. Romance...”
Kai glanced at the screen, scrunched his nose, and then looked back at her. “I don't understand.”
“Yeah, I know.” A.J. sighed.
Kai frowned. “What's that supposed to mean?”
A.J. shrugged. “Well, you're a guy. I wouldn't expect you to understand.”
“I can be romantic.” Kai crossed his arms. A.J. laughed softly. “What?” He looked at her, annoyed.
“Nothing.” A.J. shrugged.
“You don't believe me?” He asked. “I can prove it.”
A.J. shook her head. “Kai, you don't have to prove anything to-”
Before she could finish her sentence, Kai grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her closer. Taken by surprise, she froze, letting him slide her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her body, holding her against his chest.
“K-Kai?” A.J. asked quietly, her voice breaking. She looked up at him, shocked.
Kai froze. What was he doing? Ohhh... this day had not gone like he'd planned.... He felt himself staring at her with wide eyes. Something was wavering his resolve. He knew this was awkward for both of them, that it would probably be best to just put her down and get out of her house right now, but yet... he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. He loved the feel of her body in his arms, loved the warmth of her skin- much more than he probably should. She wasn't fighting him, which was confusing, he thought. Why wasn't she scrambling to get away? Wasn't she scared of him like everyone else, especially in such close proximity?
“A.J...” He whispered. She didn't respond, only looked at him, puzzled. With a shaky finger under her chin, he lifted her face closer to his, brushing his lips lightly over hers. He felt her body tense and he immediately retreated, unsure of what to do now and absolutely knowing he had made her uncomfortable. He leaned away, looking at her, embarrassed.
Much to his surprise, she smiled. She closed her eyes and tried to snuggle closer to him. “I don't think I'm quite convinced yet.”
After getting over the surprise of her answer, which took a while, and trying to remember exactly what she was referring to, he smiled deviously. “Oh really?” He pushed himself up further on the couch and then pulled her into a sitting position on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her back, keeping her close. Gently, he brushed his lips against hers again. This time, she responded. A feeling of shock swam through his veins, but he didn't retreat this time. His lips moved to her jaw line and down to her neck. He broke off momentarily. “How about now?”
“Not... fully...” She whispered. His lips moved back up her neck, to her mouth, deepening the kiss. She pressed herself closer to him. His lips moved against hers in intricate patterns before he broke off again.
“What about now?” He asked quietly, keeping his eyes closed.
“I suppose,” she replied, just as breathless. He could hear the smile in her voice and he opened his eyes. She was staring at him. “You've proven yourself.” She smirked.
“Good.” He grinned. “I hate to say I told you so, but...”
She smiled happily, wrapping her arms around his body and snuggling herself closer. “Don't worry, you're much better than Keanu Reeves.” She said.
He grinned back as the credits rolled.
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DISCLAIMER: A.J. Courman is a werewolf. She is MY character. Simon Coell is a vampire. He is also MY character. If I see anyone using them or other characters that resemble them too closely without my permission, I will consider you a thief, hunt you down, and KILL YOU. Kaitso "Kai" Atokata belongs to TheeBycth/Howla and is used WITH permission. Same rules apply to him. Ahem. Thanks very much!
Rating: G
Warning: Fluffiness. 83 Read at your own discretion. I will not be responsible for any "warm and fuzzy" feelings, butterflies in the stomach, or verbal squeals of "Awwwww!" that escape your lips.
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I. Love. You.
Three simple words, so insignificant on their own. Yet, when placed together in the correct sequence, they could be magical. I never thought I'd hear him say those words, at least... not in that order. It never even crossed my mind that the word "love" could be uttered from his lips... lips that were always set in a cool, calculated, and hard line. It was one part of many that made up his usual expression- an expression that gave nothing away to his inner thoughts.
And his eyes... oh, his eyes.
They were hard as rock in his face, just golden-brown gems set with the same emotionless mask he had perfected throughout the years. They were the color of warmth and yet always seemed to be made of ice. Of course... they could be warm when they wanted to be. Those icy topaz crystals could melt into a flowing honey stream and just the very color of them could warm your insides like a good cup of hot chocolate.
It wasn't often that anyone got to see the honey in his eyes, though, because they were usually the ice shards that could chill you to the core. In fact, I think I'm the only one who has ever seen the other side of Kai. I've seen glimpses of his real nature, of who he is inside the stone fortress he's built to protect himself from society. I know pieces of what makes him tick.
Maybe it's because I'm more observant than most, or obsessed... depending on your perspective.
A smirk here, a sneer there... I pay attention to what he smiles at (which isn't much), what he frowns at, what catches his eyes, and then what makes them twinkle with curiosity, fascination, or just suspicion. I'm usually so in tune with him, but every once in a while, he manages to surprise me.
Which brings me back to those three unimportant, yet magical little words.
I. Love. You.
They had never meant much to me. I didn't remember my parents well enough to recall them ever saying the phrase to me. Simon constantly said it to me when he was drunk, and that usually led to trying to convince me to sleep with him... so the words, "I love you", never meant much. It didn't even phase me when everyone began teasing me about love. Sure, I had a crush on Kai, but who else didn't have a crush on someone? Besides, Kai had made it clear many times with his actions alone that he wasn't interested, so why'd they make such a big deal out of nothing?
Then Xander had to go and make things even more awkward with his little message on our tree- er... rather, the place Kai and I had first been introduced. I secretly enjoyed it, but I would die before admitting it to anyone. I often returned to that same tree again and again. Sometimes, he would be there... which would make me even happier.
Our friendship, if that's what you'd call it, grew as we got to know each other better. Although, Kai never revealed much about himself. That's when I learned to read him so well. His lips were careful about what they allowed me to hear- just small, unimportant facts. He got straight A's, he lived by himself, he liked the forest. Little facts that shouldn't mean anything, but were so fantastically important to me. I learned more about him by watching him rather than listening to him. He wasn't very verbose anyway. He never said kind or caring words. For a long while, I was sure he didn't care about me at all. Then I learned the language of Kai. Things he said could never be taken at face-value. Kai was too deep for that. I quickly became a good analyzer....
That's why I never expected such a simple phrase from Kai.
I. Love. You.
I should probably thank Xander now. The tree with his message had somehow, guided by an unspoken rule, become our tree. I saw Kai there a lot. Sometimes, Xander would give me a "friendly" notice that Kai would be there. Outwardly, I loathed him for it. Inwardly, I was eternally greatful.
On one particular evening, I received one of Xander's teasing messages. Just like always, I ran to the forest. Just like always, Kai had already arrived, and, just like always, I made up a phony excuse about why I was there. We sat in our tree, watching the forest settle down for the day and wake up for the night, and the sun set over the horizon. I was about to leave when he asked me to stay a little longer, he needed to say something important. Instinctively, I read his body movements to give me some hint as to why he would request this of me. He wasn't facing me. That was never a good sign. Tentatively, trying to think of what I might be in trouble for, I sat back down on my branch quietly.
He was silent for a very long time, never turning toward me once. I waited. I had learned to be patient with him.
"I've been thinking," he finally whispered in a voice so low that, even with my acute senses, I had to strain to hear him. I felt nervous. Whenever an average person started with that phrase, it was never good. But, then again, Kai was not the average person.
I waited silently again. When he said nothing, but shifted uncomfortably where he was perched, I whispered back, "About?"
"Us," he admitted in a small voice that almost made him sound weak. Almost. I wasn't sure what he meant, so I waited for him to speak again.
"A.J., I..." he trailed off and fell silent. After a few long moments, he turned his face to me. That was the first time I had ever seen the honey flowing in his eyes. It captivated me and I couldn't look away. It felt like I stared into his eyes forever before I was conscious of my gawking. Before I had time to look away, his lips parted.
"I... love you."
I. Love. You.
Three simple words, so insignificant on their own. Yet, when placed together in the correct sequence, they could be magical. I never thought I'd hear him say those words... especially to me. How could such magic belong to me, especially uttered from his lips? How could these words be any deeper?
I. Love. You.
They truly are magical, and so is he.
Rating: G
Warning: Fluffiness. 83 Read at your own discretion. I will not be responsible for any "warm and fuzzy" feelings, butterflies in the stomach, or verbal squeals of "Awwwww!" that escape your lips.
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I. Love. You.
Three simple words, so insignificant on their own. Yet, when placed together in the correct sequence, they could be magical. I never thought I'd hear him say those words, at least... not in that order. It never even crossed my mind that the word "love" could be uttered from his lips... lips that were always set in a cool, calculated, and hard line. It was one part of many that made up his usual expression- an expression that gave nothing away to his inner thoughts.
And his eyes... oh, his eyes.
They were hard as rock in his face, just golden-brown gems set with the same emotionless mask he had perfected throughout the years. They were the color of warmth and yet always seemed to be made of ice. Of course... they could be warm when they wanted to be. Those icy topaz crystals could melt into a flowing honey stream and just the very color of them could warm your insides like a good cup of hot chocolate.
It wasn't often that anyone got to see the honey in his eyes, though, because they were usually the ice shards that could chill you to the core. In fact, I think I'm the only one who has ever seen the other side of Kai. I've seen glimpses of his real nature, of who he is inside the stone fortress he's built to protect himself from society. I know pieces of what makes him tick.
Maybe it's because I'm more observant than most, or obsessed... depending on your perspective.
A smirk here, a sneer there... I pay attention to what he smiles at (which isn't much), what he frowns at, what catches his eyes, and then what makes them twinkle with curiosity, fascination, or just suspicion. I'm usually so in tune with him, but every once in a while, he manages to surprise me.
Which brings me back to those three unimportant, yet magical little words.
I. Love. You.
They had never meant much to me. I didn't remember my parents well enough to recall them ever saying the phrase to me. Simon constantly said it to me when he was drunk, and that usually led to trying to convince me to sleep with him... so the words, "I love you", never meant much. It didn't even phase me when everyone began teasing me about love. Sure, I had a crush on Kai, but who else didn't have a crush on someone? Besides, Kai had made it clear many times with his actions alone that he wasn't interested, so why'd they make such a big deal out of nothing?
Then Xander had to go and make things even more awkward with his little message on our tree- er... rather, the place Kai and I had first been introduced. I secretly enjoyed it, but I would die before admitting it to anyone. I often returned to that same tree again and again. Sometimes, he would be there... which would make me even happier.
Our friendship, if that's what you'd call it, grew as we got to know each other better. Although, Kai never revealed much about himself. That's when I learned to read him so well. His lips were careful about what they allowed me to hear- just small, unimportant facts. He got straight A's, he lived by himself, he liked the forest. Little facts that shouldn't mean anything, but were so fantastically important to me. I learned more about him by watching him rather than listening to him. He wasn't very verbose anyway. He never said kind or caring words. For a long while, I was sure he didn't care about me at all. Then I learned the language of Kai. Things he said could never be taken at face-value. Kai was too deep for that. I quickly became a good analyzer....
That's why I never expected such a simple phrase from Kai.
I. Love. You.
I should probably thank Xander now. The tree with his message had somehow, guided by an unspoken rule, become our tree. I saw Kai there a lot. Sometimes, Xander would give me a "friendly" notice that Kai would be there. Outwardly, I loathed him for it. Inwardly, I was eternally greatful.
On one particular evening, I received one of Xander's teasing messages. Just like always, I ran to the forest. Just like always, Kai had already arrived, and, just like always, I made up a phony excuse about why I was there. We sat in our tree, watching the forest settle down for the day and wake up for the night, and the sun set over the horizon. I was about to leave when he asked me to stay a little longer, he needed to say something important. Instinctively, I read his body movements to give me some hint as to why he would request this of me. He wasn't facing me. That was never a good sign. Tentatively, trying to think of what I might be in trouble for, I sat back down on my branch quietly.
He was silent for a very long time, never turning toward me once. I waited. I had learned to be patient with him.
"I've been thinking," he finally whispered in a voice so low that, even with my acute senses, I had to strain to hear him. I felt nervous. Whenever an average person started with that phrase, it was never good. But, then again, Kai was not the average person.
I waited silently again. When he said nothing, but shifted uncomfortably where he was perched, I whispered back, "About?"
"Us," he admitted in a small voice that almost made him sound weak. Almost. I wasn't sure what he meant, so I waited for him to speak again.
"A.J., I..." he trailed off and fell silent. After a few long moments, he turned his face to me. That was the first time I had ever seen the honey flowing in his eyes. It captivated me and I couldn't look away. It felt like I stared into his eyes forever before I was conscious of my gawking. Before I had time to look away, his lips parted.
"I... love you."
I. Love. You.
Three simple words, so insignificant on their own. Yet, when placed together in the correct sequence, they could be magical. I never thought I'd hear him say those words... especially to me. How could such magic belong to me, especially uttered from his lips? How could these words be any deeper?
I. Love. You.
They truly are magical, and so is he.
.:Entertainment:.
DISCLAIMER: A.J. Courman is a werewolf. She is MY character. Simon Coell is a vampire. He is also MY character. If I see anyone using them or other characters that resemble them too closely without my permission, I will consider you a thief, hunt you down, and KILL YOU. Ahem. Thanks very much!
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Sexual innuendo; reference to alcohol; mild language
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"This is stupid."
"Couldn't you have fun at least once in your life?"
"I have fun. In my room, by myself." A.J. leaned back against the plush booth backing as she crossed her arms and pouted stubbornly. "How the hell did you even talk me into this in the first place?"
Simon sat across from her, in one of his suit jackets A.J. didn't even know he owned. No bandages on his hands or messy hair either. He almost actually looked human. The vampire sighed and rested his cheek on his hand. "You told me you were bored. Remember?" He replied dryly.
The wolfa rolled her eyes. "I didn't mean 'take-me-to-some-fancy-restaurant-Simon' by that statement. Usually, when I say that I'm bored, that's when you say something like, 'Hey, why don't we go hunting or play football or something, A.J.? Something that won't bore you to death further.'" She huffed her breath and sunk lower in her seat.
"I thought a change of pace would lighten your mood," Simon grumbled.
"No. You just thought you'd get me drunk and hopefully get some tonight," she replied with a sneer.
If Simon could have blushed, he would have. "What?!" He nearly shouted. "Your bloody beau would wring my neck for that!"
"Doesn't mean it wasn't part of your plan," A.J. teased again with a grin.
Simon just looked away and frowned. "...Didn't work?"
"Nope."
"Buggas."
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Sexual innuendo; reference to alcohol; mild language
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"This is stupid."
"Couldn't you have fun at least once in your life?"
"I have fun. In my room, by myself." A.J. leaned back against the plush booth backing as she crossed her arms and pouted stubbornly. "How the hell did you even talk me into this in the first place?"
Simon sat across from her, in one of his suit jackets A.J. didn't even know he owned. No bandages on his hands or messy hair either. He almost actually looked human. The vampire sighed and rested his cheek on his hand. "You told me you were bored. Remember?" He replied dryly.
The wolfa rolled her eyes. "I didn't mean 'take-me-to-some-fancy-restaurant-Simon' by that statement. Usually, when I say that I'm bored, that's when you say something like, 'Hey, why don't we go hunting or play football or something, A.J.? Something that won't bore you to death further.'" She huffed her breath and sunk lower in her seat.
"I thought a change of pace would lighten your mood," Simon grumbled.
"No. You just thought you'd get me drunk and hopefully get some tonight," she replied with a sneer.
If Simon could have blushed, he would have. "What?!" He nearly shouted. "Your bloody beau would wring my neck for that!"
"Doesn't mean it wasn't part of your plan," A.J. teased again with a grin.
Simon just looked away and frowned. "...Didn't work?"
"Nope."
"Buggas."
.:Thoughts:.
DISCLAIMER: A.J. Courman is a werewolf. She is MY character. Simon Coell is a vampire. He is also MY character. If I see anyone using them or other characters that resemble them too closely without my permission, I will consider you a thief, hunt you down, and KILL YOU. Ahem. Thanks very much!
Rating: PG
Warning: Mild sensual material; mild, brief cursing; mention of alcohol
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She sat with her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared out her bedroom window from the floor. The near-half moon was bright in the almost-black sky and the wind was moving the clouds very quickly over the crescent shape. The same breeze blew through A.J.'s open window, whipping up her black curtains and snapping them around her frail-looking frame.
Simon stood in her doorway, watching her silently. She hadn't noticed him standing behind her yet and he was downwind of her, so she hadn't smelled him either. Instead, he was smelling her. She always smelled good to him. There was something about her that didn't smell like anyone else in the world. She was a mixture of vanilla, nature, and just... her. He couldn't explain it.
Simon was also enjoying the sight of her. She hadn't yet gotten into the sweatshirt and pants she wore to bed when he was spending the night, and instead was wearing only a tanktop and boy's boxers- the outfit she always wore after she had been in the shower. Simon had to admit, he felt smug that he got to see so much of her when she wouldn't even dress slightly revealing around her boyfriend. Did Kai even realize how skinny A.J. really was? Simon analyzed her frame as she sat at her window. Her shoulderblades protruded like plates on a dinosaur's back. Her shoulders and elbows were sharp and he could even see her collar bone. The two long scars on her upper left arm were also visible, but as soon as Simon thought about the mark, A.J. moved her hand to cover it, as if she was subconsciously aware of his gaze.
He frowned slightly when he saw her shoulders slump and she sighed. She was thinking. It wasn't good to let A.J. think when she was alone. So, being the good friend he was, he decided to make himself known.
"Oi, put some clothes on, eh?" He chuckled from the doorway, acting as if he had just come up.
A.J. spun around, her eyes full of surprise and embarrassment, and snatched her robe from the ground. In one swift motion, it was around her and tied up.
Simon frowned inwardly that she actually listened to him, but didn't let it show on his face as he entered her bedroom. "What are you doing? It's late and you've got school in the morning." He said accusingly.
A.J. stood up and closed her window. "I was just about to hit the sack."
"Yeah," Simon said with that inflection to his voice that immediately told her he didn't buy it. "What're you thinking about, Love?" He asked softly.
Her eyes didn't meet his as she sat down on her bed. "Just thinking about this weekend...." She admitted.
"You know I wouldn't let anything 'appen to ya," Simon replied, tilting his head to the side.
"But what if you can't stop me?" She asked almost too quietly to hear.
He strode over to her and sat down carefully, ontop of the blankets. "Listen, Love. You have to trust me. 'Sides, I'm not the only one here anymore. You got Izzy and Colin and Xander, Dakota and Viper..."
"I could still hurt you. Any of you." A.J. interrupted. "I couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt any of you."
Simon smiled at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Ah, but you can't hurt me. I'm invincible."
She chuckled lightly and smiled at him. "You have your weaknesses."
Simon frowned. "Not true," he argued. A.J. raised her eyebrows. "All right then, what are they?" He challenged.
A.J. rolled her eyes upward, as if she were really putting a lot of thought into it. "How about alcohol, for one?" She asked. When he didn't respond, she laughed. "Or women?"
Simon felt his face go hot, but no blush appeared. He cleared his throat and responded, "Your point?"
A.J. just laughed. He smiled at her. He loved to see her smile and he would do anything to cheer her up, even if that meant making himself look like an idiot. Just as her laughter died down, she yawned.
"All right, time for bed," Simon said as he ruffled her hair. He stood up from the bed and watched her slide under her covers.
"'Night, Simon," she said sleepily as she snuggled down into the pillows and blankets. She wrapped her arm around a white and red teddy bear.
Simon smiled at her. "'Night, Love." He turned off her bedroom light. Although it was pitch black in the room, save for the small moon beam near the base of her window, Simon could see perfectly well. His eyes were focused on the teddy bear she held so securely within her arms. It reeked of Kai. Simon wrinkled his nose and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
How many nights had he wished it was something of his that she snuggled that close to her. How he always dreamed that someday she would see him the same way she saw Kai. He always wondered what made him so different from the wolfa? Why did Kai get her and not Simon?
The vampire's eyebrows furrowed as he made his way down the stairs and through the living room to the kitchen before leaving the house. He sprang up from the porch onto the roof before making his way to the peak of the house. He sat down and stared up at the sky. The moon was blinding white to his sensitive eyes, so he stared at the stars instead. He tried to concentrate on the individual clusters of stars and the gases in space that made the sky turn different shades of blue and black, but the particles of dust in the air and the crystals in the clouds were distracting him and he felt he couldn't concentrate.
Simon sighed and closed his eyes instead, letting the breeze blow his hair around. He smiled to himself as he pictured A.J. in the room below him, fast asleep. He knew he loved her. He also knew that she loved him, but not in the way he wanted. He wouldn't ever leave her. He was drawn to her for reasons he couldn't explain, but he didn't complain. Maybe he couldn't be her boyfriend or lover, but he had an equally important role in her life and he knew it. They both did. It had to be a special connection when neither of them could live without the other.
I love you, Simon told her in his mind. Always have. Always will.
He smiled and reached into his coat. Pulling out a brown bottle, he popped off the lid and took a swig. "And you were damn right about the alcohol, Love."
Rating: PG
Warning: Mild sensual material; mild, brief cursing; mention of alcohol
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She sat with her knees pulled up to her chest as she stared out her bedroom window from the floor. The near-half moon was bright in the almost-black sky and the wind was moving the clouds very quickly over the crescent shape. The same breeze blew through A.J.'s open window, whipping up her black curtains and snapping them around her frail-looking frame.
Simon stood in her doorway, watching her silently. She hadn't noticed him standing behind her yet and he was downwind of her, so she hadn't smelled him either. Instead, he was smelling her. She always smelled good to him. There was something about her that didn't smell like anyone else in the world. She was a mixture of vanilla, nature, and just... her. He couldn't explain it.
Simon was also enjoying the sight of her. She hadn't yet gotten into the sweatshirt and pants she wore to bed when he was spending the night, and instead was wearing only a tanktop and boy's boxers- the outfit she always wore after she had been in the shower. Simon had to admit, he felt smug that he got to see so much of her when she wouldn't even dress slightly revealing around her boyfriend. Did Kai even realize how skinny A.J. really was? Simon analyzed her frame as she sat at her window. Her shoulderblades protruded like plates on a dinosaur's back. Her shoulders and elbows were sharp and he could even see her collar bone. The two long scars on her upper left arm were also visible, but as soon as Simon thought about the mark, A.J. moved her hand to cover it, as if she was subconsciously aware of his gaze.
He frowned slightly when he saw her shoulders slump and she sighed. She was thinking. It wasn't good to let A.J. think when she was alone. So, being the good friend he was, he decided to make himself known.
"Oi, put some clothes on, eh?" He chuckled from the doorway, acting as if he had just come up.
A.J. spun around, her eyes full of surprise and embarrassment, and snatched her robe from the ground. In one swift motion, it was around her and tied up.
Simon frowned inwardly that she actually listened to him, but didn't let it show on his face as he entered her bedroom. "What are you doing? It's late and you've got school in the morning." He said accusingly.
A.J. stood up and closed her window. "I was just about to hit the sack."
"Yeah," Simon said with that inflection to his voice that immediately told her he didn't buy it. "What're you thinking about, Love?" He asked softly.
Her eyes didn't meet his as she sat down on her bed. "Just thinking about this weekend...." She admitted.
"You know I wouldn't let anything 'appen to ya," Simon replied, tilting his head to the side.
"But what if you can't stop me?" She asked almost too quietly to hear.
He strode over to her and sat down carefully, ontop of the blankets. "Listen, Love. You have to trust me. 'Sides, I'm not the only one here anymore. You got Izzy and Colin and Xander, Dakota and Viper..."
"I could still hurt you. Any of you." A.J. interrupted. "I couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt any of you."
Simon smiled at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Ah, but you can't hurt me. I'm invincible."
She chuckled lightly and smiled at him. "You have your weaknesses."
Simon frowned. "Not true," he argued. A.J. raised her eyebrows. "All right then, what are they?" He challenged.
A.J. rolled her eyes upward, as if she were really putting a lot of thought into it. "How about alcohol, for one?" She asked. When he didn't respond, she laughed. "Or women?"
Simon felt his face go hot, but no blush appeared. He cleared his throat and responded, "Your point?"
A.J. just laughed. He smiled at her. He loved to see her smile and he would do anything to cheer her up, even if that meant making himself look like an idiot. Just as her laughter died down, she yawned.
"All right, time for bed," Simon said as he ruffled her hair. He stood up from the bed and watched her slide under her covers.
"'Night, Simon," she said sleepily as she snuggled down into the pillows and blankets. She wrapped her arm around a white and red teddy bear.
Simon smiled at her. "'Night, Love." He turned off her bedroom light. Although it was pitch black in the room, save for the small moon beam near the base of her window, Simon could see perfectly well. His eyes were focused on the teddy bear she held so securely within her arms. It reeked of Kai. Simon wrinkled his nose and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
How many nights had he wished it was something of his that she snuggled that close to her. How he always dreamed that someday she would see him the same way she saw Kai. He always wondered what made him so different from the wolfa? Why did Kai get her and not Simon?
The vampire's eyebrows furrowed as he made his way down the stairs and through the living room to the kitchen before leaving the house. He sprang up from the porch onto the roof before making his way to the peak of the house. He sat down and stared up at the sky. The moon was blinding white to his sensitive eyes, so he stared at the stars instead. He tried to concentrate on the individual clusters of stars and the gases in space that made the sky turn different shades of blue and black, but the particles of dust in the air and the crystals in the clouds were distracting him and he felt he couldn't concentrate.
Simon sighed and closed his eyes instead, letting the breeze blow his hair around. He smiled to himself as he pictured A.J. in the room below him, fast asleep. He knew he loved her. He also knew that she loved him, but not in the way he wanted. He wouldn't ever leave her. He was drawn to her for reasons he couldn't explain, but he didn't complain. Maybe he couldn't be her boyfriend or lover, but he had an equally important role in her life and he knew it. They both did. It had to be a special connection when neither of them could live without the other.
I love you, Simon told her in his mind. Always have. Always will.
He smiled and reached into his coat. Pulling out a brown bottle, he popped off the lid and took a swig. "And you were damn right about the alcohol, Love."
.:Crazy:.
Typically, if I am writing a piece of fiction, I'll have a distinct mark for it. Completed fictional works, like short stories or one-shots, will be titled like this- .:Title:. Poems/Songs will be titled like this- +Title+, and unfinished works (typically posted up in the form of chapters or parts) will probably not have any distinct marking other than, chapter 1/part 1/etc.
So, here's the second fictional work that I'll post in the blog that wasn't even supposed to be about me in the first place. ^^
DISCLAIMER: A.J. Courman is a werewolf. She is MY character. If I see anyone using her or another character that resembles her too closely without my permission, I will consider you a thief, hunt you down, and KILL YOU. Ahem. Kaitso (Kai) Atokata is a werewolf also. He belongs to TheeBycth/Howla, a good friend of mine, and is used WITH permission. Same rules for this character, peeps. Thanks very much!
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"I think I like you."
"Why?"
She shrugged as her eyes focused on the sky. A.J. smiled to herself, swinging her legs underneath the branch she sat on. "Not sure," she admitted.
"You're crazy, you know that?" Kai replied quietly, no emotion apparent in his voice. He hadn't had the greatest day and sitting with A.J. in their tree was the only way he could wind down. He sat on the same branch as her, but closer to the base of the tree. His amber eyes were watching her as the setting sun added a shimmer to her pale skin that he hadn't noticed before. His eyebrows raised slowly.
"I know," she answered, swinging one leg over so that she was straddling the branch and facing him. "But I still like you."
Kai, distracted by how well she kept her balance, simply asked the same question, "Why?"
A.J. shrugged again. "You're sweet."
He sneered. "I'm rude."
"You're funny."
"I'm too serious."
"You're cute," she continued as if not hearing his replies.
"I look like a freak," he scoffed. His eyes rolled upward to catch his white bangs blowing in the breeze.
"You're strong," A.J. offered.
"Not strong enough..." Kai grumbled.
"You're smart."
"Not really."
A.J. frowned at the look on his face. She shifted closer to him on the branch and balanced herself by putting on hand on either side of his face, digging her nails into the tree trunk. He refused to look at her, instead concentrating very hard on an ant crawling across the limb just catecorner from them. A.J.'s emerald eyes regarded him carefully. She sighed inwardly. He was in one of his moods again....
She stayed still for a second longer, but he was being stubborn again and wouldn't look at her. A.J. decided to take action. She leaned in slowly and closed her eyes. Before Kai could realize what she was doing, she pressed her cheek up against his. He froze, unsure of what was going on at the moment. She smiled as she felt the warmth of his skin against her face. A low rumbling in her chest, something like a soft growl, escaped her lips as she nuzzled his cheek with hers.
Instinct flared inside of him at the affectionate motion and his arms found her waist immediately. He pulled her closer to him. She opened her eyes and pulled back to look at him. He turned his face to hers and although he still wasn't smiling, she could see the light blush across his cheeks. She smiled softly at him and her eyebrows raised out of hope. He looked her in the eyes and felt himself melt inside. He couldn't say no to her. His lips spread slowly in a small smile.
A.J. pulled her claws out of the tree and wrapped her arms around his neck. She rested her forehead against his. "You're mine," she purred possessively.
He was silent for a moment before he replied in a voice just as quiet, "Can't argue that one."
She giggled and he tilted his face up to peck her on the lips. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"I think I like you," he said quietly.
"Why?"
Kai shrugged. "Not sure."
"You're crazy, you know that?"
He grinned at her. "I know."
So, here's the second fictional work that I'll post in the blog that wasn't even supposed to be about me in the first place. ^^
DISCLAIMER: A.J. Courman is a werewolf. She is MY character. If I see anyone using her or another character that resembles her too closely without my permission, I will consider you a thief, hunt you down, and KILL YOU. Ahem. Kaitso (Kai) Atokata is a werewolf also. He belongs to TheeBycth/Howla, a good friend of mine, and is used WITH permission. Same rules for this character, peeps. Thanks very much!
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"I think I like you."
"Why?"
She shrugged as her eyes focused on the sky. A.J. smiled to herself, swinging her legs underneath the branch she sat on. "Not sure," she admitted.
"You're crazy, you know that?" Kai replied quietly, no emotion apparent in his voice. He hadn't had the greatest day and sitting with A.J. in their tree was the only way he could wind down. He sat on the same branch as her, but closer to the base of the tree. His amber eyes were watching her as the setting sun added a shimmer to her pale skin that he hadn't noticed before. His eyebrows raised slowly.
"I know," she answered, swinging one leg over so that she was straddling the branch and facing him. "But I still like you."
Kai, distracted by how well she kept her balance, simply asked the same question, "Why?"
A.J. shrugged again. "You're sweet."
He sneered. "I'm rude."
"You're funny."
"I'm too serious."
"You're cute," she continued as if not hearing his replies.
"I look like a freak," he scoffed. His eyes rolled upward to catch his white bangs blowing in the breeze.
"You're strong," A.J. offered.
"Not strong enough..." Kai grumbled.
"You're smart."
"Not really."
A.J. frowned at the look on his face. She shifted closer to him on the branch and balanced herself by putting on hand on either side of his face, digging her nails into the tree trunk. He refused to look at her, instead concentrating very hard on an ant crawling across the limb just catecorner from them. A.J.'s emerald eyes regarded him carefully. She sighed inwardly. He was in one of his moods again....
She stayed still for a second longer, but he was being stubborn again and wouldn't look at her. A.J. decided to take action. She leaned in slowly and closed her eyes. Before Kai could realize what she was doing, she pressed her cheek up against his. He froze, unsure of what was going on at the moment. She smiled as she felt the warmth of his skin against her face. A low rumbling in her chest, something like a soft growl, escaped her lips as she nuzzled his cheek with hers.
Instinct flared inside of him at the affectionate motion and his arms found her waist immediately. He pulled her closer to him. She opened her eyes and pulled back to look at him. He turned his face to hers and although he still wasn't smiling, she could see the light blush across his cheeks. She smiled softly at him and her eyebrows raised out of hope. He looked her in the eyes and felt himself melt inside. He couldn't say no to her. His lips spread slowly in a small smile.
A.J. pulled her claws out of the tree and wrapped her arms around his neck. She rested her forehead against his. "You're mine," she purred possessively.
He was silent for a moment before he replied in a voice just as quiet, "Can't argue that one."
She giggled and he tilted his face up to peck her on the lips. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"I think I like you," he said quietly.
"Why?"
Kai shrugged. "Not sure."
"You're crazy, you know that?"
He grinned at her. "I know."
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