.Welcome.
"This pain is torture,
and ecstatic bliss,
but ever you long for,
my deadly kiss."
.2008--The year of Completion.
.me.
name: .Little .Tainted .One.
current motto: "Carpe Diem."
music: ... i like what i like, and that's what i like.
...i love to write! it's fun. i mainly like to write about characters that are less than perfect than the "romance novel" characters who are oh so perfect. life gave us problems to make it fun. god has a sense of humor.
.To the Fans of TVNF.
Since 2008 is the year of completion I am going to FINISH TVNF! But I need your help! I will need lots of motivation so don't hesitate to sent in reviews even if you don't write alot. I need to see how you all like it. And plus, I like attention! lol
Thanks,
Tainted. ;)
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.Excerpts. CONTENT MAY BE UNSUITABLE FOR CHILDREN
The Vampiric Nature of Fate
Christoph walked passed her, brushing her shoulder, to Chris. “I think you teenagers in America refer to us as…” He paused. Did he know they held their breath? “...the vampire.”
There was a timeless pause, but it was just a moment. Cassie felt her face pale and eyes widen. She heard Xander to her left.
“Oh my fucking God.” Xander exclaimed calmly.
Cassie, Chris and Xander screamed running the opposite way, toward the stairs. They all ran to Cassie’s room and locked the door.
“Oh my God, Oh my God!” Chris was near to the point of hyperventilation so Cassie slapped him. Xander gave a nervous laugh.
“Thanks.” Chris said to Cassie. It seemed to calm for a minute. “But Oh my God. Did you see them? They were hot, but they’re…they’re.”
“Fucking Vampires?” Xander put his hands to his head, trying to sort out the information that threatened to challenge their reality.
“I know, just becalm. I don’t think they want to kill us…”
“Yet! Did you see them? They have fangs? They were toying with us.” Xander was ecstatic.
“No, they were just introducing themselves.”
“Yeah, so they could stall long enough for them to decide who was going to split who amongst themselves.” Chris sat on the floor, huddled in the corner.
“Okay, there has to be a rational explanation for all of this.”
“Fuck rational! I say we either go Buffy on those fuckers or get the hell out of here.”
Emily's Magician
Daniel went to his room and changed shirts. He made his way to Emily’s room and saw that the door was cracked open. He looked in and his heart stopped, no, more like slammed on the breaks and left him with out breath.
Emily sat astride someone, her boyfriend, he presumed. Her deft pixie fingers were juggling his balls experimentally as he lifted his hips, trying to find his way into her. She laughed at him and Daniel went hard. Emily’s pale pretty ass hovered just inches over that boy’s dick.
“What the hell is going on in my house?” Like he didn’t already know. He was starting to sound like his father.
The frightened Biscuit looked up and pushed Emily off him as he tried to pull his underwear and pants up at the same time, but succeeded in giving himself a wedgie.
“Uh…hi, uh...sorry, I didn’t…I wasn't...She wouldn’t…can I get an autograph?”
Daniel looked at the boy who, when scared, really did look like a pastry. “You really are as dumb as your name, aren't you boy? Now, get the hell out of my house before I make your dick disappear!”
Biscuit ran as fast as a biscuit could.
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