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Changing of the Guard

2007-06-23T06:50:36Z

This is my farewell,
my last goodbye to you.
I wish you all the best,
even if I wont be there.

Now comes a changing of the guard,
A handing off of a heart that was
never mine to keep.

I hope you find everything
you were searching for in me,
everything that wasn't there to be found.

I can't imagine the life you'll lead,
the place's you'll see.
Please, remember my love,
even if it wasn't enough.

written by Chanelle Shulkin

Memory Garden

2007-04-20T00:49:02Z

Title: "Memory Garden"
Rating: PG, I think.
Summary: Another english assignment that took on a life of its own, all original characters, all my own ideas.
Disclaimer: Mine, not yours. No takie or I'll ninja your ass.

Gray and dingy, two words used very often to describe downtown LA. The smog, noise pollution and crime rates were all reasons to take your visit from inside the airport on the way to another, more pristine vacation destination. But there was a place set in the heart of this uninviting environment, protected by high walls and respect, that made it worth living here. At least, thats what I believed. You walk through the gates and you feel like you've been transported to another world, a place of serenity and absolute peace. You couldn't stay mad when walking through the blossoming cherry trees, inhaling the sweet scent of water lilies.

So many thoughts of them swirled in my head, my entire childhood ran before my eyes from my earliest memory of looking up into their faces, and the smell of mother's perfume, so much like the water lilies.

I stopped on the bridge that crossed over the middle of the pond, enormous koi swimming lazily through the calm water. This place held memories for me, happy strong memories of the two most important people in my life. They would bring us here when we were little, my brothers and I. Mom would point out the trees and plants, telling us their names in her native language, while dad would make us laugh by trying to mimic her and fail horribly.

A small smile creeps onto my face and I remove a worn photograph from the back pocket of my jeans. Another happy memory, the two smiling face in the picture whisper, one of the best. It was a candid capture from my parents wedding almost a quarter century before, and they smiled at each other with looks of such love, it makes me wish I had been there. Okay, so I was in a way... Still in mom's belly at the time, but alive and kicking.

I watch the sun shine through the trees and I can almost hear the voices, the music...

The sun was out but cool on the slightly breezed weekend afternoon, and the guests gathered around on either side of the bridge. They waited anxiously but not nearly as nervous as the lanky man standing in front of the lightly swaying cherry tree. His bright blue eyes focused on one person there, and one person only, and when she smiled at him, he relaxed and returned the gesture. His soon to be wife was shaking slightly as her father led her over the bridge toward her new life, with him.

"Love you." His words were soft as he took her hand, speaking under the officiant that was leading the ceremony.

"Always." She replied, her cheeks slightly red, eyes sparkling with emotion.

The repeated the necessary words without thinking, knowing them by and in their hearts. This was their day, one that they'd waited so long for. Neither could say they'd spent much time on their vows, but their vows came from their heart, not a book. It was a moment that had no equal and would never and could never be repeated.

The first dance followed the ceremony shortly, and wrapped in each other's arms, they swayed together to the tune of a song called Snow.

Suddenly a slightly sharper breeze wound through the branches of the cherry tree, sending hundreds of small almost white petals swirling through the air to the ground.

Jim looked up and chuckled softly. "Kai love, look up..." His voice was soft in her ear, arms tightening around her waist slightly.

The petite woman opened her eyes and almost gasped, smile widening, "it's snowing..."

Opening my eyes, gazing up at the cherry trees, I chuckle and move on, continuing through the gardens. The story of my parents wedding was something of a legend in the family, retold so many times that everyone had their own embellishments to add, like Uncle Johnny trying to jump over the cake.

Then again, I wouldn't be surprised if he had.

Stepping out onto the stones that lead out into the little island in the middle of the pond, and almost falling in head first. Laughing I straightened and crouched down, running my fingers over the surface of the water, attracting several koi that thought I might have food. A splash of one of the fish, and another memory flashed before my eyes.

Mom and Dad had brought us here, mostly to get out of the house, because our little apartment was getting small having 3 four-year-olds running around. Dad carried a bag of stale bread to feed to the fish, broken up into small chunks that we could throw into the water.

Feeding the fish, a few of which that were bigger than my siblings or I, only held our attention for so long, and eventually we turned to our parents for amusement. Tag was our favorite game, and Dad was always the first to be It.

Our laughter brightened the smiles on our parents faces, which soon turned to laughter as Dad chased my older brother out onto the stepping stones. Unfortunately, his long legs made it hard to take full strides and he misjudged a step, tumbling head long into the water.

When he came up, he was spluttering and laughing harder than the rest of us, until the koi began to circle, interested in the large mass in their pond. They would swim by him, scales brushing against his arms and shoulders. He stood there until one of the larges koi swam over and wrapped its mouth around his wrist, thinking perhaps he was food.

I swear that day my father ran on water to get away from the enormous fish. Spouting off things like 'Spawn of Satan!' and 'I'll make sushi out of you!' before he dragged himself onto dry land, still laughing and faux cursing, mindful of young ears even in his state of distress.

Straightening and pulling my mind from the past once again, I continue on to the island, sitting on the bench under the Japanese maple tree, leaning back and laying on my back, head pillowed on my arms as I spent a few long moments gazing at the leaves and trying to figure out what kinds of pictures they made. You know, like cloud gazing, only with leaves.

Past and present blend together in a montage of happy memories and good feelings. There is not much I could ask for more for my childhood. I was never alone, my parents rarely fought, and when they did things were always back to normal the next day, we lived comfortably and never had a want of what we needed.

Standing once more, I turn to the maple tree and run my fingers over the bark, the names carved into the trunk. Dad had sat there for hours while mom and my brothers and I watched, it was the summer before college, our family grown and splitting apart for the first time.

My older brother was going to Harvard, my younger brother, Japan. I stayed in California, but headed south to San Diego.

Inside a circle, our names in a script were carved under the words: 'May the wind always carry you home.' My jaw clenched slightly, in knowing it would be the last time all of us were together, whole, happy, safe.

Pushing the memories away for now, I continue my trip through the gardens, to a quieter place, far in the back, where tourists usually do not go. Much mores the pity, for the most vibrant colors and wonderful scents hung in the air in this part of the garden.

I walk even slower than I had before, trying to keep the happy memories at the forefront of my mind, blotting out the images of dark clothing and solemn words. That was not the way my parents wanted to be remembered. Not at all.

After a long, quiet walk I finally stop and stare.

My journey ends in a far corner of the park, sitting in front of two marble markers in the ground under a cherry tree. The only pain I've felt on the whole journey starts and ends here. I touch their names carved so carefully into the marble, remembering the tears that rolled down my cheeks the day I held the chisel and mallet in my hands.

The eventuality of life is that the children will bury their parents, but it is never easy.

The car crash that took them from this earth happened but a year ago. A drunk driver, of all things, snuffed out the vibrant fire of my parents soul. I say only one soul because I truly believe that they were two halves separated at creation, lucky enough to find each other again. They never seemed to be two separate entities, even when they weren't around each other, it was as though they were connected by some invisible mental string.

There is a soft warm breeze that seems to wrap around me, and suddenly, it doesn't hurt so much. This is when I realize that though my parents are gone in the physical sense, they'll never really be gone. Not as long as I remember them, keep them alive in my heart and soul.

"I love you Mom, Dad."

The breeze kicked up again, and I could have sworn I heard their voices on the wind. I had to smile at my own silly imagination.

Touching the markers one last time I stand, mentally wishing those dearest to me well and heading back in the direction I'd come. Everything would be alright after all.

"Aiko!" A familiar voice calls from up ahead, and I see my brothers, looking so much alike and so different at the same time, waiting for me at the gates, the return to present day and the monotony of everyday life. Now I appreciated the sounds of the car, the bright lights of the night life. The people with their own special attitude toward life.

A smile turned the corner of my lips. A doctor, a DJ and an artist, what a trio we made, walking down the streets, sunglasses over our eyes and falling automatically instep with one another. That's the beauty of having siblings, especially twins, or in our case, triplets. The gift and curse of never being alone, even inside your own head. We knew each other inside and out, and there were times I was sure a stray thought that slid through my mind was not a product of my brain matter.

"How are you doing?" My quieter, more responsible brother asked, thumb at his lips and nibbling his nail in the nervous gesture he'd developed over the years.

"I'm fine, Nolan..." I hug him quickly, just an arm around the waist, neither of them were very affectionate, but they made an exception for family... Or maybe I just hugged them and didn't care if they wanted one or not. Perk of being the only sister, I would suppose.

"You took Mom and Dad's death so hard..." The youngest of us, Tucker, was the most sensitive of all, the most willing to sit down and listen when an ear was needed, or he'd make you laugh until your face hurt and you couldn't breathe.

"Guys, honestly, I'm alright." For the first time since the accident, the statement was a true one. She was a weary traveler on that long, hard road and had found her respite in the knowledge that she was her parents memory.

Fast Cars and Freedom

2007-04-20T00:36:10Z

Title: Fast Cars and Freedom
Rating: PG-13, R on an outside for language and mentioned drug use
Summary: This started out as an English class assignment and grew into something a little bigger than that. The development of a relationship.
AN: Yeah, the characters in this are loosely based off people in real life, many of these events have happened in some fashion. Please do not critique this, esp if you're gonna say its unrealistic... Trust me, its not.
Disclaimer: This is my original work, please for the love of whatever higher power you name, do not steal any part of this story. I really dont want to have to fight a murder charge.

It was another night, alone in the company of a man I didn't understand, that I didn't really know more than on a superficial level. There was no reason I should be there, absolutely no reason I should be holding his fine blond hair off his forehead while he dry heaved, chin resting against the cool porcelain of the toilet, nothing in his stomach save a few pieces of candy and maybe a soda.

I'd put up with more verbal abuse in the past three days than I could remember in my life, sat with him, cold rag to his head when his temperature spiked.

Everyone had called and wondered why I was there.

"Let him deal with it on his own." My brother, Brian, said, "It's not your problem."

That's what they didn't understand, the look in his eyes made it my problem. Someone had to keep him from offing himself while he went through the pains of drug withdrawal. He was irritable, and paranoid. More than once I found myself talking some kind sharp object out of his hand.

"Come on Aethan... Give it to me." My voice almost cracked from my own fatigue. Three days and four hours of sleep was not a good combination, but I couldn't leave him alone, not yet.

He growled, hand clenching around the kitchen knife. "No, they're coming. I gotta protect you!" An almost insane look had taken hold of his normally handsome face.

"Aethan please, give me the knife. No one's coming, its just you and me. We're safe..." As all the times before, I eventually managed to talk the knife out of his hands, putting it back in the chopping block and trying to get him to the couch or somewhere else padded where he wouldn't hurt himself.

There was no acknowledgment of my being there, taking care of him, trying to get him to eat, sleep, just exist.

"Come on, Blondie, lets get you to bed, its comfier than the couch." The man was almost twice my size, and carrying him to bed was not an easy task.

~*~*~

The picture album was open on the table of the new house, picture of just before that week on one side of the bindings, pictures from just after on the other side. The man in the pictures almost seeming like two different people.

Then again, he acted like a different person then, and we were happier for it. There were still problems here and there, and the cravings would return.

~*~

"Aethan, I'm home..." My voice echoed through the far too quiet house, the only faint noise coming from the basement, when usually there was music playing or the TV on for background noise, neither of us liking silence.

He slipped the tiny bottle back into his pocket as he came upstairs, smile looking normal, but slightly off, as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't. "Hey, how was it? Any strange dead bodies?"

My eyes narrow slightly, noting the abnormal bulge in the side of his pocket. As a crime scene investigator, I'm trained to notice these things. "Nope, not really... what I find strange is the bottle in your pocket." I kept my voice calm and non-accusatory, knowing it wouldn't help the growing situation any.

His jaw tightened slightly, hands sliding into his pockets, fingers curving around the bulge, shaking his head, not denying it, but not defending himself either. "I can't sleep."

A heavy sigh pushed itself from my lungs. "You know its not going to help you any..." I held my hand out for the bottle, suddenly very weary and praying to whatever higher power that was listening that he wouldn't fight with me tonight.

He shook his head. "No. You've taken the rest from me. Don't take this." The fine blond hair was tangled, and the smears under his eyes a dark purple. It was true, he hadn't been sleeping, but then again, the painkillers weren't the only thing he'd been taking again by the looks of it.

"Aethan. Do not make me search the house, your mustang and whatever else..."

His gray eyes narrowed, the runner's body stiffening before visibly surrendering, looking beaten, pulling the bottle out of his pocket and setting it on the table beside him, walking out of the room with a heavy gait.

The pill bottle sat on the counter for days, starting at us both accusingly, like everything was our fault.

~*~*~

That had been another interesting week, Aethan and I didn't really speak on matters deeper than what was for dinner.

I was worried about him, but that seemed to be my constant state of being those days. But then again, there were times that told me my worry was warranted.

~*~*~

Standing at the side of the road, I looked at the wreck of what had once been a beautiful car. Now just a pile of twisted and unrecognizable metal, flecks and streaks of green paint marking the highway and outlining the path the car had taken once it'd come off its wheels.

I had the hardest time walking over to the aid car, him sitting in the back and physically fine save for a few scratches and a broken hand.

It's always the drunk or high ones that come out uninjured.

Apparently my face said it all, the disappointment, the anger. The pain.

He was cradling the hand in his lap after the medics had finished splinting it, still under the influence of something, pupils dilated, but fully aware of how close to death he'd come, and how his car, the 1968 mustang with a completely custom engine and paint job was totaled beyond anyone's idea of repair. "Penguin..." he started upon seeing me, "I didn't mean it..."

I held up a hand. "I don't want to hear it today, Aethan. Simple as this; drop the drugs or I'm gone."

~*~*~

I'd thought even then that maybe those words were a little harsh, but I was sick of having to worry, sick of knowing that his self-destructive ways could kill him in the blink of an eye. Even the private nickname that'd usually meant so much to hear him say had no effect on me.

~*~*~

He bit his split lip and nodded once, resolute. "I'll try..." the Irish accent which normally hid itself was out in full force, he was upset with himself. "I can't say its going to be easy though..." He'd ignored the medics hovering around him, making ready for transport to the hospital, one of them closing the doors, slightly apologetic look on his face, but not saying anything.

Before I headed to the hospital I had a call to make. Dialing the number for his main supplier and a man that I'd thought I could trust once upon a time, I proceeded to scream at him for even daring give Aethan the poisons he'd been trying to quit.

Apparently, James had no idea, and apologized profusely, swearing on the life of his unborn child that it'd never happen again. I slumped in the seat of my car, suddenly very tired.

~*~*~

The time following that was hard and there were times I wondered if he'd resented me, for making him choose. Times when we'd go days without loving words or gestures, sleeping as far away from each other on the bed we shared as we could.

Those were the draining days that made me wonder why I still cared. I could've left. Could've found someone easier to deal with, someone without all the baggage that Aethan brought with him. Then I'd realize all I'd be missing. The comfort, the laughter...

Things changed after that, he seemed less energetic, tired out more easily. He was morbid and sometimes forgot he had a sense of humor, but at least he was clean.

And now? Now life is good, and today is the day that makes the past pains and traumas worthwhile. The sounds of the ocean lapping at the sand on the beach near our home, family and friends smiling and, in Matt's case, whistling obnoxiously.

My eyes focus on the person my world has centered around for the last five years. His gray eyes dancing in the light of the setting sun, a small genuine smile touching his lips and I know everything will be alright.

The words of the ceremony are repeated dutifully, not that they mean as much as holding his hand in mine, or the happy air about him. It seemed that there was no time at all between me reaching him at the top of the isle, and the moment the words that sealed the whole ceremony up were spoken.

"You may kiss the bride." Reverend James, pronounced, smile quirking the corners of his lips, content in the knowledge that he'd regained the trust that he'd once lost.

Our lips met in a gentle kiss, and another round of whistles sounded from the crowd. Then laughter. I can only assume Aethan had flipped off the group of men who had whistled. I laughed along with anyone else, for once, completely happy. The past like water under a bridge, behind us and yet never forgotten.

crymsonryver @ 2006-04-03T20:03:00

2006-04-04T03:10:29Z

Ok, this is for Piff, my dearest. The tadpole told me you wanted to read what I'd writtes, so here it is. From making the shrimp run to the Vegas casino, hope you enjoy.

"Hey guys, bout damn time you showed." Chanelle sighed as the guys climbed in the back of the van, sprawling out on the couches that had replaced the seats. "Where's the squashmore?"

"He's late." Brian said, dropping his bag in the bag.

"God I hate it when that happens... always scares the crap out of me..." Casey grinned, tossing a look back at Zacky.

"Thats what the pill is for, silly child." Chanelle said, shaking her head, having been on the pill since she was 11 because her mom was slightly afraid that Chanelle would end up like her.

"And my parents would kill me for even suggesting it."

"This is why you don't tell them those thing and you get it from me, becasue I can get it for you from Planned Parenthood, since my cousin works there. Der." The older girl said, rolling her eyes, sighing and looking at the time. "Fuck, we've waisted enough time. The squashmore can learn to be punctual."

Chanelle turned the key and started the car, pulling out of the lot just as Johnny showed up. Grinning evily, she started to drive away, pulling down the street at the speed limit for once.

"Damn the shrimp can run!" Jimmy said, watching Johnny's progress through the back window. At the stop sign, Zacky pulled open the sliding door and Johnny managed to jump into the car, getting his upper body and his bag in the car, his toes dragging on the ground outside as Chanelle turned the corner and took off down the main street.

Jimmy leaned over and grabbed onto the back beltloops of Johnny's pants, pulling him across the carpet and completely into the speeding van. Zacky slammed the door shut, lounging back on the overstuffed sofa as Johnny lay panting on the floor.

"Belle... you are a bitch." Johnny wheezed, climbing up onto the couch and glarring the back of the girls head.

"Of course I am, Johnny dear. I wouldn't last ten seconds in this group if I wasn't." Chanelle grinned and turned into the grocery store parking lot. It was a big store, reminding her of Top Foods back up in Seattle. The group of teens ran around the store picking up all sorts of items of junk food and beverages that they would get Carl to let them purchase off his tab.

They ended up in the produce section, laughing at all the odd looking fruits and the stares they were getting. Then Chanelle found something that interested her greatly. She picked up the hard piece of produce in her hand, tossing it up in the air a little then catching it easily. "HEY, MATT! THINK FAST!" She yelled and tossed the coconut across the room.

The baseball player turned quickly catching the coconut easily and grinning. "Nice toss." Matt then turned and picked a target. "Baker? HEADS!" He said, throwing the coconut like he would a baseball. Zacky turned just in time to be beaned in the head with the flying object. The smaller boy went down hard, sprawled out on his back and blinking up at the lights in the ceiling.

Everyone blinked at the place where Zacky had been standing before rushing to his side. Chanelle waved her hand in front of Zacky's face, trying to get his eyes to focus. Casey was a little freaked out, grabbing his hand in hers and glaring at Matt like he was the spawn of Satan or something of that nature.

"Say something, Baker. Anything." Chanelle demanded, her voice cool and proffessional, like it always was when someone was injured.

"I see spinning tadpoles... Is that normal?" Zacky said dazedly, blinking and trying to focus on the faces above him. A large bruise was already forming on his forhead where he was struck by the flying coconut.

Everyone laughed, glad that he was able to talk, and Brian and Matt help Zacky slowly to his feet, the boy coming back to reality and the tadpoles leaving his vision.

Deciding they'd had enough fun for one day, everyone grabbed their baskets and went to check out, catching Carl's register easily.

"What happened to Zacky?" The 25 year old asked us, seeing the still slightly glazed look in the boy's jade eyes.

"Matt hit him in the head with a coconut." Casey said, her voice almost a growl, though there was a hint of amusement in her tone. "Hit him hard enough to make Zacky see tadpoles."

Carl sighed and stared at us all. "What have I told you guys about produce baseball?"

"That it's a bad idea." Chanelle said grinning. "I'm starting to think it's just a bad idea for the jock though." She nudged Matt in the side and winked. "He cant seem to understand that the rest of us aren't on the baseball team like him."

Matt grumbled and handed over the accumulated wad of cash for the groceries, keeping his hand out for his change.

Carl laughed and waves as the group picked up the multiple bags of junk foods. "Have fun in Vegas, you guys, and keep the tadpole safe."

The group laughed and piled back into the car, bags of chips and sodas already being opened, as well as a few bottle fo liquer. The teens took the slow route to the freeway, getting into a heated game of 'sex' in the dimming light of the sunset.

"Sex!" Matt said laughing as several people groaned and removed another article of clothing.

"Well, the tadpole and his girl are now out of the game." Brian informed Matt and Chanelle as the van stopped on the edge of the road, so Chanelle could pull off her shirt. The group laughed and started making cat calls at the two naked teens under the blanket. They were so absorbed in the laughter and the joking that it came as a great shock when the side door of the van was thrown open and none other than Casey's dad stood silouetted in the doorway.

His original expression of bemused curiosity changed to one of heated anger as he recognised the two teens that were laying on the floor under the blanket. Faster than any of the teenagers thought he could move, Casey's dad grabbed Zacky by the back of his neck and pulled him out of the back of the van, shaking the boy, unmindful that he was naked as the day he was born.

Zacky, for his part, was quite scared for his life. He was whimpering as Mr. Moran yelled at him, shaking him occasionally for emphasis. When he seemed to be done yelling he all but threw Zacky back into the van, making a move to go for Casey, who had quickly pulled her clothing on. He grabbed her by the arm and growled at Zacky to get dressed and get his ass out of the car.

Mr. Moran then sat Casey on the hood of his car, and waited for Zacky to show. The boy did so, only a few seconds later, and sat next to Casey, but not to close, afraid of angering the older man further.

The grey haired man, usually so calm and relaxed proceeded to give the two shaking teens an abrupt and angry version of the imfamous "sex talk" causing both teens to turn red in the face from embarassment, though their freinds couldn't hear what was being said.

Shortly thereafter, Zacky was shuffling back to the van as Casey, protesting loudly and impolietly, got into her father's car. The car drove off as Zacky shut the door and slouched against it, nearly in tears from a combination of embarasment, fear and humiliation.

"Casey's grounded and can't go to Vegas with us." He whispered into the silence of the van, sounding almost lost.

"The hell she isn't." Chanelle said, quickly pulling the van back onto the road and heading back towards their part of town. They were all confused when she stopped infront of her house and darted in, returning quickly, now dressed in a pitch black body suit and carrying what seemed to be another of the same, something bright pink and a pair of scisors.

She tossed the coveralls at Jimmy and told him to put them on, and then started cutting at the two bright pink things in her hands. The were masks. "I couldn't find black, so these'll have to do." She said, tossing one at Jimmy.

"What in the hell are you thinking of doing, Belle?" Matt asked, as the van pulled out onto the street, driving the few blocks to Brian's house and parking it outside, sliding out of the seat. She pulled the impomptu mask over her head as she opened the door side door and Jimmy crawled out, his mask already on his face.

"We're gonna kidnap Casey. Matt get into the drivers seat. I wanna be gone before they even know that we were there. Keep her hot, we'll be back soon." Chanelle said, sounding eerily like some twisted, evil James Bond.

Jimmy and Chanelle stalked the streets quietly, making as little noise as possible. They reached Casey's house without incedent and creeped around the side to the window of the garage that was always kept slightly open, for reasons unknown. Pushing the window open farther, Jimmy boosted Chanelle through, the girl managing to make no noise entering the house. Jimmy on the other hand, got caught on the window and fell through, his fall knocking over a pair of skis. Chanelle sighed, wondering if she should have brought Johnny instead. Then a voice from upstairs caught her attention.

"Quit screwing around in the garage, Casey!" The angry voice of her mother called.

A voice in the next room yelled back, "It wasn't me mom, I'm confined to the tv room and my bedroom remember!" Casey was obviously not happy with matters.

Chanelle hissed at Jimmy to stay there and she easily made her way through the piles of items that took up the space. "Say it was one of the cats that got through the window, Casey." She hissed, entering the room and pulling her mask up slightly, before pulling it down and motioning to the girl to follow.

"Dont worry about it, Mom." Casey yelled to the upstairs. "The window was left open to far and one of the cats got in. I'm gonna go close it now."

"Okay!"

Chanelle snuck back through the garage and out the window, followed by Casey and Jimmy. The two 'kidnappers' and their target sunk past the house and then took off down the streets, running as if being chased by an angry rhinocerous. The reached the van and dove in the back as Matt hit the gas and the van took off out of the neighborhood and quickly reached the freeway.

Chanelle peeled the bright pink sock off her face and laughed, rolling slightly on her back, clutching her ribs as her lungs burned and her muscles protested. Jimmy was just off his rocker, laughing like that was the funniest thing on the planet, and Casey was just kind of in shock. "You two are kidnapping ninjas!" she said, quickly climbing into the spot on the couch next to Zacky.

Chanelle chuckled, "Yeah, ninjas, right... I think Jimbo might be the anti ninja." She just smirked and rolled out of the way of Jimmy's hand as he attempted to smack her, and tiredly climbed into the passenger seat and laid her head on Matt's shoulder, setteling in for the four hour drive to Vegas.

The bright lights of the city twinkled in their eyes as the van rolled easily through the streets of the City of Sin, all of them laughing when they read the sign that said, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."

The group had unanomously decided to pool their resources and reserved a room at The Hard Rock hotel. Just one. With two queen sized beds, and one bathroom. Yeah they were crazy, but they couldn't imagine staying anywhere else. A friend of Chanelle's dad had hooked them all up with fake ID's all of them at or above 21, all the way up to 25. The guy had owed David a favor and this was how he payed back some of it, and the fact that the id's were government issue, because the sneaky bastard had jacked the equipment. So, short of a background check, their was no way to tell that the id's were forged.

They checked in and about died when they reached their room. The conceiurge thought it was a bit odd, seven people heading up to one room, but one short look from Matt and Brian had shut him up. Johnny may have been the only one accustomed to the relative finery of the hotel room, him being the quote, "Poor little rich boy" and all.

"Dudes." Chanelle said in amazement, her eyes lighting up. "They have swim up blackjack." A mischeivious aura could be felt around her and the rest of the group laughed, knowing that the girl would most likely dominate the table. She had after all, been playing the cards since she was ten years old. And since she started betting for keeps, had not lost more than ten bucks in a game.

Casey flopped on one of the queen sized beds and looked around. "So, what first?"

Everyone looked at each other and grinned, Matt rubbing his hands together. "Lets go get our chips and get a gambling."

Everyone agreed and headed down to the casino, paychecks waiting to be cashed and chipped.

After the chips had been doled out, everyone went their seperate ways, not caring when they met back up. Matt and Casey immediately headed to the poker tables, and sat down at two right next to each other, sharing a nod of 'good luck' with each other before being delt in.

Chanelle headed to the blackjack tables, finding one for the low flyers. She didn't acknowledge Zacky when he passed her by, heading for the roulet wheels, or Brian and Jimmy looking for the craps tables. Johnny, immediately went for the slots, knowing that it was mostly pointless... But he was probably the one person in the group who didn't have to worry about money, ever.

The teens all played for over two hours, meeting back up at the front door, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

"How'd everyone do?" Bri asked as he joined the group last, smiling brightly.

Matt grinned, laughing and stating "3."

Casey smirked and stuck her tongue out, "3.5."

Jimmy grinned and shrugged "I managed to accumualte a good thousand."

Johnny laughed and held up his bucket of quarters, and a nice technacolor chip. "I dont know how much the thing is worth, but I found it on the ground."

Chanelle grinned and pulled a wad of cash out of her pocket. "I haven't counted it yet." It was all in hundreds.

Bri smirked and said, "I'm buying a car when I get home."

The friends all laughed together and left the casino, heading across the hotel lobby and out onto the strip to go out and party.

Yeah and on another note... I fell asleep in class and got teased horibbly about it. I'm almost mad, but not. Oh and yeah, there will be spelling mistakes, I mean, come on, this is ME we're talking about... just ignore them or comment or something, I dunna give a shit.

But be warned, Shadsy guards this entry, steal it and you'll be one very, very sorry dumbass.

LUFF TO JU ALL!

Story sinpet DO NOT TAKE

2006-03-30T05:17:15Z

The streets were dark in this part of town, mostly because the residence were too poor to afford streetlamps, and also because it was well past nine o'clock at night. A lone figure traversed the sidewalks and streets of the bad part of town, which in this one Starbucks town was all of two blocks from the good part of town. Heavy black boots moved effortlessly across the pavement and dirt and gravel, thick rubber soles making little noise for such quick steps. Baggy dark blue jeans flowed away from the legs they encased, giving nothinq away of the gender of the traveler, same as the black Guns'N'Roses hoodie, the hood pulled up and over the head and face of the person, casting their identity into shadow. They walked swiftly and with the ease that only experience can bring, it was obvious they were familiar with the path they were traversing.

Suddenly, their head jerked to the side as they passed a dark alley, hearing taunting laughter and the sicks sounds of flesh hitting flesh. The figure paused, heistating knowing that what ever was going on down that alley was really not their business, until the voices grew louder.

"Please..." A weak voice pleaded, a wet coghing noise acompanying the wheezed word.

"Please what, faggot?" One loud and brash voice asked, cruely.

"I think I know what the fags begging for." Another voice said, evil intent lacing ever word and in the ensuing quiet, the figure at the opening of the alley heard the faint buzz of a zipper being pulled down. This spurred them into action, sneaking down the alley until a small barrel fire was visible as was a small boy laying on the ground in what was apparently his own blood, and three larger men standing over him, while one was kneeling closer , his pants around his knees, getting ready to cut the boys pants from his body.

"Get the fuck away from him!"

The four men looked up, blinking in amazement as a figure clothed in black stepped from the shadows, looking up the fire revealed the hooded figure to be a young girl, maybe no more than 18. They all started laughing.

"Get outta here sweetheart before we decide we want some desert when we're done with this fag." One of the standing men said, kicking the boy viloently in the side.

"Can't." She said simply, her voice hard and cold, deeper than they all beleived could come from such a innocent looking face.

"Any why not?"

"Cop's might need a statement." She said, smirking slightly at the sudden fear in their eyes. They all stood their for a moment before all four men took off towards the open end of the alley, none wanting to chance the possibility that the girl was bluffing.

After they were well gone, the girl rushed to the side of the boy, which she actually now recognized from her school. Not that she knew his name, she'd just seen him around. "Hey hon, open your eyes for me, would ya?" She asked, softly, her voice now warm and sweet like honeyed milk. Jade green eyes met cobalt blue and the girl smiled. "They're gone now, kiddo, ya think you can stand. We need to get you some place safe and warm."

The boy nodded and the girl helped him to his feet, him wincing and leaning on her heavily as they slowly made their way out of the alley and down the street, the girl aiming for her apartment..

"You," The boy wheezed, "Are an angel. I'm Johnathan, but everyone calls me Johnny."

"Wish I'd met you under better circumstances Johnny. My name is Zoe." She smiled in relief when her apartment building came into view. As much of a shit box as it was, it was home and her little one bedroom was liveable, and thats all she cared about. That and getting the kid inside so she could make sure he was ok and call someone to come get him.

"Home sweet home," she said, jokingly as she helped him sit on the worn but comfortable couch. "Alright Johnny, this may hurt a bit, but I know a little some thing about injuries and I wanna make sure that they didn't break anything or cause any huge internal bleeding, alright." Johnny just nodded and did his best not to make any noises. Trying to distract him, Zoe started asking him questions. "So, Johnny, how old are you."

"I'll be 15 in November." Johnny hissed as her hands ran lightly over his ribs. After a few minutes, Zoe was satisfied that he would live to see another say, even if he was wishing he wasn't tommorrow, and there was no doubt he was gonna feel like shit.

"Ok, you should live, kid. Who can I call to come get you and take you home?"

"My boyfriend." Johnny groaned, reciting the number, "Ask for Jimmy Sullivan."

Zoe obienatly dialed the number and spoke to Jimmy who'd gotten rather hysterical at the news of what had happened to Johnny. The guy had handed the phone off to someone named Matt, who had taken down her address and said they'd come get the poor kid.

Johnny groaned, "Christ I could use a cigarette right now."

Zoe laughed a little, saying, "Sorry kid, I don't smoke." She opened her bedroom door and a large dog bounded into the room tromping happily up to Johnny and nuzzling his face. "Oh Boomer, leave the boy alone."

"Jesus, what kinda dog is that? He's massive." Johnny said in awe.

"Boomer is a Great Dane, Pitt bull and Staffordshire Terrier mix. And he's harmless, mostly. I've had him since he was a pup."
~*~*~
With Jimmy practically carying his injured boyfriend to the car, this left Matt and Zoe relatively alone.

"Seriously, thanks for saving his ass." Matt said, nodding at Jimmy's and Johnny's retreating backs. "Short Shit gets himself into more trouble than we can keep track of."

Zoe shrugged. "Anyone woulda done the same thing." She said, even though they both knew it was a lie. In this part of town, everyone kept their head down and minded their own business, reguardless of what was going on.

"I've seen you around school." Matt said, quite out of the blue. "You're always by yourself. You should come and join us at lunch or something."

Flying Wieners... A7x Story idea, YOU MAY NOT TAKE THIS

2006-03-27T23:02:22Z

Chanelle stood at the grill next to Matt, the two of them sharing cooking duties. Everyone who'd shown up had brought some type of food, ranging from chips or soda to t-bone steaks. Chanelle had laughed when Warren had shown up, him and his wife Melissa pulling several rolling coolers behind them, her uncle claiming that stocking the bar was his contribution.

The party was in full swing, more people showing up than anyone had thought. It was nice, all the people mingling, most not caring who was famous or not, though some faces were pretty easily recognized, like Benji Madden, who was entertaining some of the younger kids over near the house, making wierd faces and explaining his piercings and tattoos to a captive audience. Billy and Chris were also wandering around somewhere between the yard and the house.

A lot of the girls freinds had showed up, as well as a few family members, which was quite a shock for some. Chanelle's sisters were there, Brandi laughing at a story the guys of afi were telling collectivly.. and Tia was somewhere, probably following Syn around, seeing as she had some sort of strange 8year old's crush on the guitarist.

"Hey, Grill Masters!" Speak of the devil. Chanelle grinned and looked up at the window above them. Syn was leaning out, arms resting on the cill, looking down at us with a grin on his face. "One of you wanna toss me a wiener?"

"Get your lazy ass out of the house and come down here and get it, Haner." Matt commanded, grinning to the point that his platinum fangs glinted in the sunlight.

"Hey man, I'm in the middle of a heated game of Candyland with a cute little brunett with big blue eyes..." Syn grinned and winked as Tia yelled at him from inside the room. Brian loved teasing Tia and making her blush, as much as I told him to stop humoring her and the crush otherwise she might end up stalking him at some point, but he never listened. "Just find one thats done and toss it up here, I just need a snack."

Only Brian Haner, Jr. would consider this normal.

Matt stabbed one of the hotdogs with a fork and set it aside until it was cool enough to touch. "Ready, Gates?" Syn nodded and stood a little straighter. Matt sighed and chucked the hotdog up at the window. Syn made a grab for the flying peice of meat, but missed, as everyone watching had expected. Johnny, seeing the hotdog falling from the second story, ran over and made a dive across the deck, catching the hotdog.

"I caught it! I caught the wiener!" The bassist yelled in triumph, still laying on the ground, grinning. That is until he heard a low growl and a shadow appeared over him. "Nice doggie..." Johnny laughed nervously, eyeing the large dog standing over him. "Nice Boomer, you want the hotdog?"

Boomer grabbed the hotdog and padded happily back over to his spot next to the grill, tail thumping the ground.

A quarter til 3:00 and my brain has apparently left the building...

2006-03-20T10:44:26Z

Ok, so I'm on a substitute laptop right now, on loan from the repair shop because the stupid little emo fucker, aka: My laptop, decided it was gonna go and commit suicide while I was playing solitare, and is on it's way back to the manufacurer, as I type. As such, I really, really am avoiding actually writing anything on this one, because it's gonna go back to the shop once mine comes back.

As such, to explain my ramblings, I'll probably be posting stories and tidbits directly to this here journal. This means no spelling or grammer check, no formatting, nothing. So don't tell me if something like that is off, because I KNOW it already. It will get fixed when I get my laptop back, so just bite your tongue and ignore it for now.

And... Avenged Sevenfold rocks my socks, and I want M. Shadow's car. Seriously. I want that fucking car worse than I want the man that owns it. And that's saying something.

I appologize for the randomness and babling quality of this entry, but my weekend was sooo fucked up, you have no idea. Fucked up in a good way.

Fuck.
Yes.

LOVES TO YOU ALL

"It Started with Chocolate" Dirk/Chevelle -ADULT- and and Author's Note.

2006-03-06T23:11:04Z

Ok, in case anyone was wondering just what the hell the last post about, it's a portion of a original story that I'm writing with/for a couple of friends of mine. I'll put up character bio's sooner or later, but right now all you need to know is that Kaisa, Kalevi and Dirk are all vampires from Finland, and Chevelle is a teenage girl from Louisiana.

Now on with the porn. *cackles madly* Yes, here's another one, this time featuring Dirk and Chevelle. Again, I'd like to remind you that everything under this cut is ADULT in nature and thus, if you are not mature enough to read it, please don't, I'd hate to get flamed because someone didn't read the warning.

Chevelle giggled and swiped more chocolate sauce across Dirk, this time the streak running from under his right eye to the corner of his lips. The vampire growled playfully and nipped at her finger.

"You're treading on thin ice, little girl." Dirk warned, voice already deepening from arousal.

"Little girl?" Chevelle raised an eyebrow at his words. "I'm no such thing."

"Prove it." The vampire challenged, maneuvering around so that he had her pinned against the counter. He leaned over her, until their lips were mere centimeters apart. "Or are you afraid?"

Suddenly he felt something cold and slick slide under his collar and down his back. The devilish look in Chevelle's eyes made his knees nearly go weak. Bending her arm behind her, Chevelle set the chocolate sauce on the counter, never taking her eyes off his. Still smirking, she unbuttoned his royal blue shirt slowly, teasingly grazing each new patch of skin with her short nails.

Suddenly she slipped out from between Dirk and the counter, causing him to stumbled forward against it. She used this to her advantage, sharply tugging his shirt off his shoulders, and carelessly tossing it away. The first touch of her lips on his back as she kissed and licked away the trail of chocolate caused the vampire's eyes to widen, then close in pleasure. A smile of satisfaction crossed Chevelle's face when he arched his back towards her. A deep purr rumbled in Dirk's chest as Chevelle kissed her way up his spine once all of the chocolate was gone. He was completely still as her hands danced around his waist and undo the button of his dark jeans and slipped her hand inside, gently squeezing him in her palm.

The vampire moaned her name as she bit his shoulder lightly, and she pushed his pants down to his ankles. He stepped out of them quickly, antsy for the next pleasurable moment.

Dirk turned to face her, blearily watching another trickle of chocolate sliding down his chest. He growled again as she pushed him almost roughly against the counter and attacked his skin with her lips and tongue, taking her time to get all the chocolate off. Chevelle paid special attention to his nipples, flicking her tongue and biting down gently as she got rid of the chocolate. Some smeared on her face as she pressed closer to his flat stomach, and he pulled her up by the arm to lick it off. He didn't get very far before she took control again.

A devilish smirk settled on her lips as she brought the syrup bottle between them, turning it over and drizzling the sticky sweet substance onto his hard cock. He raised an eyebrow at the pleased look on her face.

"Just how many licks does it take to get to the center of of a chocolate-flavored Dirk-pop?" The look on his face at her words was priceless as she sunk to her knees, fully prepared to find out.

One of his hands came down to tangle in her hair, the other had a white-knuckled grip on the counter behind him, as she slowly slipped her mouth completely around him, taking in as much as she could. He wouldn't fit in her mouth completely, but it was enough to make him moan and squirm beneath her lips as she began to bob her head up and down in a quick steady rhythm.

Dirk let her continue as long as he could stand it before he used the hand in her hair to tug her away from his erection. She gave him a questioning look as he pulled her up to her feet. His lips met hers in a demanding kiss, tongues battling for dominance. Dirk spun them both around so that he was once again pinning the moral girl to the counter.

"Too. Many. Cloths." He growled, his cool hands tugging at the fabric of her tank top, before roughly tugging the shirt over her head, along with the sports bra she's worn underneath. He dipped his head down to lavish attention on her exposed breasts, while his hands worked to slip her jogging pants down her legs.

Dirk immensely enjoyed the writhing of her body beneath him. He straighted and watched as her chest rose and fell with the short gasps of her breath, watching the look of ecstasy settle on her face as he slipped two fingers inside of her, finding her hot and ready for him.

Chevelle whimpered and threw her head back as he began thrusting his fingers in and out of her tight entrance. His dark eyes never left her face as her hips began thrusting wantonly in response to his ministrations. Her cry when he he felt her spasm against his wet palm was music to his ears. He held her tightly against his cool body, letting her calm down somewhat. He kissed her slowly, letting his tongue explore her mouth, purring as the attention was reciprocated.

As the kiss ended, Dirk locked gazes with Chevelle, his hands sliding from her waist to her ass, and lifting her off the ground. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist and a low moan sounded from them both as Dirk lowered Chevelle onto his aching shaft.

Pinned between Dirk and the counter, there wasn't much for Chevelle to do but hold on as Dirk began a hard rhythm, his thrusting almost vicious and frenzied, and it excited her. She could feel her thighs bruising at the sheer force he was using, and all she could think was how delicious those bruises would feel in the morning.

They reached their peak simultaneously, her screaming out her pleasure while he growled deep, sinking his fangs into her exposed neck. Her legs had lost all feeling, and the rest of her muscles had gone limp. His fangs receding, Dirk traced small patterns in the twin pools of blood as he carried Chevelle up to his room.

Laying the girl gently on the large bed, Dirk returned his attention to her neck, cleaning the small trickles away as the wound began to clot. Chevelle, still only half aware, settled a hand in his hair, gently combing her fingers through. Dirk began to purr slightly, fully content.

"Mine." He growled as his fingers traced the bruises already becoming visible on her body.

"Yours." Chevelle agreed sleepily before drifting off completely.

"Whip" Kaisa/Kalevi -ADULT-

2006-03-03T03:44:35Z

Ok, so this is the ADULT part of the show, ladies and gentlemen. If you aren't mature enough to read it, please don't. I don't want to have lawyers calling me because you couldn't head a simple warning.

Kalevi stepped into the dark house, kicking the heavy oak door shut behind him, deciding he'd lock it in a minute after he got himself a snack. He glanced around the house as he moved from the entry hall to the kitchen, not noticing any signs of the rest of the pack being in the house. He really wasn't surprised. Dirk and Chevelle were always off doing their own thing nowadays, and Kaisa was probably out on the prowl.

He dropped his jacket on a stool and walked to the fridge, not opening the door but merely toying with the towel hanging on the handle. He felt a slight sense of disappointment at finding the house empty, and couldn't find any purpose for moving from his spot in front of the fridge.

He stood there for a long time, contemplating how much the dynamics of their little 'family' had changed since moving to this little Louisiana town, and Chevelle's appearance in their unlives. It wasn't anything bad really. Kal liked Chevelle well enough, she definitely brought a warmth to the house, and they all acted more human now, even Kaisa, which was a rather interesting shock.

Kal realized that he had begun to unravel the towel by a loose thread while he was lost in thought. He wrapped his finger around the thread, trying to pull it off without using any of his vampire strength, and became absorbed in his mission, having nothing else to do.

He suddenly became aware of a presence behind him, but before he could turn around, a blindfold was put over his eyes completely blocking his line of sight. His hands hit the fridge as he prepared to fight back, but then a voice that made his unbeating heart leap into his throat purred in his ear.

"Relax, Kalevi. It's just me." The tension left his body abruptly and he sagged against her in relief. Kaisa took the opportunity to unbutton his shirt, running her hands over his chest and stomach, slowly scraping her fingernails across his nipples.

Kal shuddered at the sensation, all his attention focusing on the small hands that were traveling his body.

"I got some new toys I want us to play with." She murmured, "But you have to follow the rules to play the game, Kalevi. And the rules are made by me."

He moaned in anticipation as she unbuckled his belt and made quick work of his pants, drawing her hands down his legs slowly, lifting his feet individually in order to pull the offending garment off. "What... What are the rules?" He asked shakily.

Her hands ran back up his legs, over his sides, finally coming to rest on his shoulders. She licked his ear before answering. "Rule number one is that you stay blindfolded. The blindfold is black silk, impossible to see through, I've also tied it just right, so don't try to peak."

He heard the creak of new leather and felt something heavy brush his leg. He tilted his chin up and tried to press back against her, but was deterred but the sharp thwack of something against his thigh.

There was no pain, it only stung a little, but he nevertheless yelped and jumped away, losing his footing on the kitchen floor. She leaned down and caught his larger frame in her arms, and that was when he realized she was dressed in tight leather. From what he could feel, she wore a strapless corset top and an extremely short skit. His unnecessary breathing quickened.

"Rule number two," she hissed. "You do anything I don't like and you get whipped." He heard her slap what he now knew to be a cat-o-nine-tails on the hardwood. He nodded slowly.

"Rule number three," Kaisa continued. "You can't speak. No words... Anything else is fine."

He nodded again quickly, eager to please. Her hand wandered dangerously close to his arousal and then back up, tickling the hollow of his throat. "You can speak for now, Kalevi," She purred. "That rule doesn't go into effect until I say so."

He sighed briefly, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. It had been a very long time since they'd played this game. Long enough that Kaisa had had to get new toys.

"Any more rules?" he ventured, his voice becoming soft and submissive as was to be expected.

Kaisa's lips were dangerously close to ear and her cool breath on his neck excited him to no end. Her hand snaked down again, this time edging around his thigh to cup his balls in her palm. He groaned, wondering how he was going to survive this.

"Rule number four..." she whispered seductively."You do whatever I want."

"Yes," He whimpered, writing beneath her as she continued to knead his scrotum in her hand. He felt her smile against his neck and then gently bite it, feeling the light scrape of her fangs.

"It's time for you to meet my toys," she answered. He felt something semi-tight and leathery being placed around his neck, and he was let go. He fell to his hands and knee. The tight tug of the leather leash brought him to his feet, and he followed her to the bedroom, knowing his way well enough in the dark. His erection bobbed gently as he heard her turn on the lights and yank him towards the bed.

He fell forward and smiled, enjoying the texture of the silk sheets on his skin. He rubbed his erection against the smooth fabric, trying to sooth the aching pleasure that was radiating through his body.

Kaisa yanked him back with the leash and flipped him onto his back. "Did I tell you you could do that?" She growled. He shook his head and doing his best to remember that his was a game.

He reared up as her whip smacked against his chest, much harder than before in the kitchen. But the pain did nothing to cool his passion, in fact, it only made him harder.

He felt something being ratcheted around his wrist. Handcuffs.

He now realized just how much he would be at her mercy, and couldn't fight the moan at his excitement at being tied up and played with. She meerly laughed and latched him to the bed by both hands. He relaizsed that he was looped through the design of the wrot-iron headbord. He vaugly tried to remember what the design looked like, but his brain had ceased to function at any high level.

"Anything else I should know?" Kal asked, playing along.

"There is one thing," Kaisa said archly. He felt her move towars the edge of the bed, and he heard the drawer of the nightstand opening. Somehting unsnapped as she moved back towards him. *What the hell?*

He felt the smooth texture of her hands on his thighs as she slid them up his taught flesh, two of her fingers running from the base of his erection to the tip. He somehow knew that she was smiling, and a large part of him was worried to find out why.

He gasped and hs eyes widened under the blindfold as he felt something being snapped around the base of his cock and balls. The feeling that resulted was strange... It was like being sexually suppressed. "What... What is that?" he whimmpered, squirming to try and get rid of that terrible repressed feeling.

"My favorite part," Kaisa said, stretching herself out over him. His erection pressed into her belly, and the friction of the leather was enough to drive him insane. That feeling flared uo agian, and she continued speaking. "This little item snaps around what you might call a pressure point.

"And what exactly does it do?" he asked, lifting his hips into her. Her calf got whipped for that.

Her lips were next to his ear, and she murmerd, "The rules start now. And it keeps you from coming until I take it off."

He couldn't stop himself from cursing. "Fuck!" he hissed, thinking of the things she would do to him before taking that snap on torture tool off. She whipped him across the stomach.

"Breaking the rules already, Kalevi? We can't have that. I'll have to teach you a lesson."

He felt her sit on his stomach, the whipe landing with a clunk on the floor, where it was still with in easy reach. She ran her fingers slowly through his long hair, massaging his scalp with her fingertips. Her lips feathered light kisses across his hairline, and her leather clad breasts pressed into his neck. He was breathing shallowly, trying to control the straining pressure of his cock against her damn toy.

She kissed both his eyelids ans then moved to suck on one of his earlobes, biting and licking until it was bright red. She let her tongue lave over his cheeks and his nose as she traced a trail to his other earlobe, repeating the treatment. His mouth came nexr.

Her tongue dove deep into his sweet recesses, almost reaching the back of his throat. She ran it over his gums an teeth, savoring the minty flavor of his mouth. He had begun chewing gum obsessivly since he'd quit smoking. She caught a slight hint of cinnamon as she let her tongue drag over his lips. She nibbled gently on his tongue and sucked on his lower lip, taking her time so that it was torture. His head was thrown back against the pillow and his whole body was taught beneath her. She knew his eyes were shut tight beneath the blindfold, an dhe was making a valiant effort to keep his body still.

"Kiss me back," she ordered. He hesitated for a moment but before she could move for the whip, he had begun to move his lips against hers. She pressed her body tightly against him, her thighs squeezing his sides and her breasts crushing his collar bone as he opened his mouth beneath hers and let his tongue invade her.

She had known this was going to be a hard charade to keep up, as it had always been before. He could have lain thereand kissed him until Judgement Day. His kisses made her drunk, they were so sensual and stimulating. She pressed her mouth harder against his and fought back with her tongue, also letting her fangs sharpen so that both of their tongues got cut slightly and their blood mixed in thier kiss. She was keeping the rest of his body from moving with her tight hold on him, and her body ached for the first release of many. She tore her mouth away form his and commanded him to be still.

She hiked her skirt up her legs and planted her knees on each side of his head. "I know you know what is close to your mouth right now," She said. "And I know you know what to do with it."

He opened his mouth and waited for her lower her sweet flesh to his lips. He licked and sucked alternately at her, letting his tongue languidly stroke over her swollen clit. "Inside, now!" She hissed. He obeyed readily, her sweet taste distracting him form the torturous feeling in his groin. His tongue dove in and out of her, and she moved her hips in time with him, finally climaxing for the first time with a small growl. She slid back down onto his stomach and looked at his moist lips.

"Where was I?" she murmerd, tracing his collarbone with her fingertips. As her fingers danced into the hollow of his throat, he whimpered softly, prompting her to smile. "Now I remember..." she intoned softly, attacking the soft flesh of his throat with her tongue, lips and teeth. She slowly moved her way down his neck and onto his chest, her thighs brushing against his erection as she began to suck on his nipples.

She scraped her longish fingernails across his stomach while she bit down gently on each nipple. Kal was burning with the desire to touch her, and the handcuffs were becoming the most frustrating things he's ever known in his life. She slid down his stomach, her center coming into contact with his burgeoning cock, and he yelped at the sensation. The pressure in his groin made it feel as if he should hav ecome five times already.

"Oooh..." Kaisa said seductively, "Like that?" She reached down and took him firmly in her hand, and he pumped his hips. This time he wasn't whipped for it. She was guiding him into her, and she finally sat down on him with a sweet sucking noise. She began to ride him mercilessly, and he began screaming at the top of his lungs as she urged him on.

"That's it, Kal, that's it... Harder... Do it harder!" She groaned as he slammed his hips up into her, yearning for a release that he knew what a long way off. The damn thing was, unfortunately, very effective.

She came around him, noticing that the feeling certainly wasn't as sweet as when he was right there with her. She decided to commence with her other methods.

Kal had withstood this torture for long enough in his mind. With a guttural roar, he snapped the headboard, distantly thankful for his enhanced strength, and partially freeing his hands. He ripped the blindfold off his, and his eyes finally fell on her, and she was absolutely gorgeous. Her full breasts heaved with ever unnecessary breath, almost coming free of the confining corset.

He moved closer to her, his hands finding both the zippers on her corset and skirt. He ripped them both off and shoved a hand between her legs, slowly moving his palm against her. "The rules are off," He growled, "I'm in controlnow." He picked up the whip and cracked it two times swiftly, biting his lip as she threw her head back ans whimpered at the sensation of it slapping her breasts. As his hand moved faster, he leaned his head down to one of her peaked nipples, taking it into his mouth ans suckling hard.

She cried out as she climaxed aganist his hand, and his lifted his wrists, stringing the handcuffs over her and down so that he could hold on to her ass. He erection was pressed into her stomach and she sqirmed against it.

"I want to know how many times I can make you come before I explode," He hissed. "When I tell you to take that goddmaned strap off, you do it." Kaisa nodded in response, her breasts seeming to swell as he pressed her hard agianst his chest. He flipped her over so that her back was pressed against the sheets ans the many pillows that littered the bed.

He began slowly, building up a rhythm. She panted beneath him form the start, be body lifting into his as her legs came up around his waist and the handcuff chains dug into her flesh. When she came for the first time, he began to move faster, coaxing her towards more.

With each thrust, her body became more sensitive, more responsive to his touch. After the second time, he began to alternate his strokes, making long and short, all of them equally hard.

Three.

Four.

His body twitched painfully as he realized that she had come at least six times for him that night, and he didn't think he could stand much more. "Take it off, NOW!" He ground out, and he reached a finger down and unsnapped the strap quickly. With his last thrust, he cried out her name in wanton passion, slamming himself deeply into her as he endlessly spilled his cold seed into her womb. When the mind-blowing orgasm was finally over, he collapsed onto her, tugging at the handcuffs. "Please take these off me," He whispered, exhausted and wanting to hold her.

Kaisa clicked a small switch on the side of the cuffs and they fell off. His hands were finally free to touch her and he gathered her into his arms and they both lay there purring. She managed to get the leash off him and threw it to the side, wrapping them both together in the sheets.

"Best you ever had?" Kaisa asked after awhile.

"Fuck yes."

Steven Strait Fic Part 1

2006-02-25T08:59:59Z

I'm too nice of a person. Really I am. I've worked double shifts at the store for the past week. I really need to learn to say no. It's not like I haven't got stacks of homework that need to be done. Sighing I look around the store, and notice that there's no one else there. Lovely. Maybe I can get my physics assignment done.

Don't get me wrong, I don't have a bad job. It might be a used clothing store, but Buffalo Exchange had some pretty neat stuff. Designer lables to rock t-shirts to asian clothing, and all of it in pretty good condition, as well. And generally some of the coolest and sometimes wierdest people ended up wandering in, but I guess you can't expect much else considering the fact that the store happens to be almost smack dab in the middle of Greenwich Village.

"Excuse me, Miss." A deep voice said from across the desk. I raise my eyes from the spread of papers before me, and I find myself lost in the warmest brown eyes I've ever seen. I blink a few times and clear my throat, straightening up.

"Sorry, sir. What can I help you with?" I ask with as much dignity as I can manage. Those dark eyes sparkle with amusement. "Well, I came in here the other day and had a couple of shirts put on hold for me, since I was moronic enough to leave my place without my wallet, and I was wondering if I could pick them up." His smile was so genuine, I hated the next words that I had to say.

"I'm sorry sir, but we don't hold things here." I was sincerely appologetic.His smile faded, and he looked rather dissappointed. "Oh, thats a bummer." He paused, his forehead creasing in confusion, "But the girl who helped me said that it's be no problem. I think Cynthia was her name."

I sighed dramatically, of course it would be Cynthia's fault. "That would expain it. That girl has a problem making promises to hot guys that can't be fullfilled." Suddenly I stopped and stared directly at the man. "I just said that, didn't I?"

He was laughing, enthusiastically. I glared at him for almost a full minute before giving in to the infectiousness of his laughter. Suddenly a deep chime sounded throughout the shop sounding out the 8 o'clock hours.

"Closing time," I said, almost mournfully. Starting to pack my things, I became aware of the fact that I was being watched. I suddenly realized that I'd been humming the song 'Closing Time' by Semisonic.

Mister Tall, Dark and Handsome was still standing there, kinda shifting from foot to foot, and looking like he wanted to say something. I raised an eyebrow at him, locking the till and the safe, slowly moving toward the front of the shop.

"How far do you live from here?" He asked suddenly.

"Six blocks, give or take." I answered cautiously, eyeing him.

"Well, I was thinking." He paused and cleared his throat. "It's kinda late, and this is New york
City..."

I almost laughed at his discomfort, "Well, sir..."

"Steven. Strait. My name is Steven Strait."

"Ok, Steven." I nodded. "It's a lovely offer, if you were going to offer me a safer way home, but I've traversed these mean streets more times than I want to count, I think I'll be fine."I almost felt bad when he got all dissappointed again. But hey, I didn't know this guy, and it didn't really matter how hot he was, he could be some wierd rapist or something.I locked the front door and stood there facing him. "Well I should get going."
"Yeah, me too." Steven mumbled, trying to look nonchalant.

I stared walking away, and I was half way to the corner when I heard that deep voice again.

"I didn't get your name!"

I turned and laughed, seeing him still standing by the front of the shop.

"Anjay." I called back, slowly walking backwards.

"Will I see you again?"

"You know where to find me!" I called back, smiling as I turned the corner, waving as he dissappeared from my vision.

Snipet 1: "Forbidden"

2006-02-25T02:46:25Z

The velveteen softness of her lips was almost unnerving in it's perfection. Not one bump, or catch, just damnable smoothness.

One kiss and he was lost.

Lost to something he could never have, should never have wanted; but lost none the less.

If anybody noticed...

2005-12-20T11:47:20Z

I changed the title, subtitle and the friends heading. This just seemed more fitting I suppose. I got the titles from two separate quotes:

There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a
vein. ~Walter Wellesley "Red" Smith

AND

We set out to change the world... ended up just changing ourselves. ~Curt Wild

Anyways, when I actually get the time to sit down, I'll start posting my writings and drawings here. Stressing, the "When I get the time" portion of that statement, as Christmas time equates to me running around like I'm missing my head.

On another note, for those that didn't feel like reading my user info:

A good 99.9% of the writings I post here are one shots. A fair few will be smaller than drabbles, and I think I've got at least two or three snippets that are only a line or two long. I usually don't write any farther than what I get off my initial inspiration.

As such I'd like to tell everyone, feel free to take any of the small pieces that may inspire you and continue them. Ok, so 'take' isn't the best word. More like borrow, because I expect proper credit if you do use anything. If you do not, hell even if you take the writing and paraphrase it, boot up your computer's thesaurus and change some words, I'll most likely know its mine. (Just for fair warning, I just took a quarterly course on recognizing plagiarism as part my writing lessons.)

If I find that you have plagiarized my work, I promise you that you will regret it for at the very least, a very long time. I will be starting a hall of shame for plagiarists, where I will publicly humiliate any sad attempt at hiding what you've done.

Simple solution if you want to avoid this: Give me credit. SOMEWHERE. In the disclaimer, as an Author's Note, as a footnote, whatever, just as long as my names there, and possibly a link back to this journal.

That said, goodnight, or good morning, everyone.

Lol. Yeah I'm not all that bright...

2005-11-23T07:01:31Z

Sorry that its been so long, though I doubt anyone even noticed I was gone. I basically got this thing so that I could participate in some of the communities, but I do feel kinda bad for not updating like... ever. *rolls eyes*

But anyway, I have an announcement that will make me feel like the worlds biggest nerd.

Stanislav Ianevski (aka Viktor Krum, from HP:GoF) is quite possibly the most handsome man on the face of the planet. *firm nod*

Yep. Feel the nerdy-ness.