Anime: Devil May Cry
Title: He's My Family
Rating: G
Pairing/Character(s): Dante
Warning(s): Spoiler for those who's just starting DMC
Summary: Dante reminisences over his childhood days
A/N: Inspired by Divine-Star's drawing of Sparda sleeping with his kids... Sigh... If only my familly was like that.. and if only my dad was Sparda.. or like Sparda... (cries) Pic titled Sweet Dreams. Link: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/29349209
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Dante could remember the times Sparda tucked him and Vergil into bed when they were still kids. How nice it was then, to have a familly that loved you, even if your father was missing most of the time; Sparda made it up sometimes by getting into bed with the twins to tell them a bedtime story. Eva always found him asleep with his arm draped over the two boys, like any father would do.
A bitter smile cracked the corner of Dante's lips. Those were nothing but memories. Their mother was dead, Sparda too... though he sometimes refused to belive it, and his older twin Vergil was rotting in Hell with Mundus.
What had happened to those happy times, he wondered. What had changed everything? He was too young then to remember, and he knew that he probably didn't want to remember at all. To hell with it, he thought. I don't even know why I still care for Vergil... no, Nero Angelo. He wants to be with the damned, let him. Why do I even care?
Somewhere at the back of his head, a small voice said,
Because he's family. Because you care. Deny it as much as you want, Dante Sparda... you need and want to be loved again.
Strangely, the voice sounded very much like Jade's.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Sunday, July 1, 2007
3. Dante Sparda
Anime: Devil May Cry
Title: Dante Sparda
Rating: G
Pairing/Character(s): Jade, Dante
Warning(s): A bored mind that's infatuated after a talk with "Dante", lol...
Summary: Jade ponders over the Son of Sparda.
A/N: I seriously have nothing better to do.....
Me: I love you so so much, Dante!
Dante: Me too.
Me: Really?
Dante: Do you want me to think twice?
Me: Lol...
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There was something so intimate about their position when he had her pressed up against the wall, sharp blade at her throat. It sent a shiver up Jade's spine, even as he hissed at her, almost breaking her skin with his sword. So... he knew who she was; she gave him credit for that. If they weren't in such a precarious position, it would seem that they were about to do something. But in reality, they were both ready to kill each other in order to defend themselves. Yet, she loved staring into his eyes. Those icy blue eyes, blazing with so much anger in them....
Anger? Why anger when he, like her, was a demon.. or half demon, since Sparda married a mortal? Jade pondered over that fact as she walked away from him later on, alive and unhurt, heart beating at an usually fast rate. She could feel his eyes on her even then, but minus the anger.
Dante Sparda. Half demon and hunter extrodinaire. If she closed her eyes, she could still feel his warm breath against the exposed skin of her neck, smell the sweat that mixed with his scent..... Jade shivered again and forced herself to keep walking.
What was going on with her? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop running into the man with icy blue eyes and silver hair. And now.. she couldn't get him out of her head. There was just some kind of attraction there.... but she didn't know what. Coincidence.. or Fate, maybe?
"You're free to go... Jade Kamaitachi. But if I ever find you killing humans..."
He sounded like he hated her. Maybe he hated her for being a demoness. Jade shook her head slightly as she put more and more distance between Dante and herself. If he hated her that much, why was his gaze still on her?
It unnerved yet thrilled her. A smile worked it's way onto her lips.
Interesting man... that Dante Sparda.
Title: Dante Sparda
Rating: G
Pairing/Character(s): Jade, Dante
Warning(s): A bored mind that's infatuated after a talk with "Dante", lol...
Summary: Jade ponders over the Son of Sparda.
A/N: I seriously have nothing better to do.....
Me: I love you so so much, Dante!
Dante: Me too.
Me: Really?
Dante: Do you want me to think twice?
Me: Lol...
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There was something so intimate about their position when he had her pressed up against the wall, sharp blade at her throat. It sent a shiver up Jade's spine, even as he hissed at her, almost breaking her skin with his sword. So... he knew who she was; she gave him credit for that. If they weren't in such a precarious position, it would seem that they were about to do something. But in reality, they were both ready to kill each other in order to defend themselves. Yet, she loved staring into his eyes. Those icy blue eyes, blazing with so much anger in them....
Anger? Why anger when he, like her, was a demon.. or half demon, since Sparda married a mortal? Jade pondered over that fact as she walked away from him later on, alive and unhurt, heart beating at an usually fast rate. She could feel his eyes on her even then, but minus the anger.
Dante Sparda. Half demon and hunter extrodinaire. If she closed her eyes, she could still feel his warm breath against the exposed skin of her neck, smell the sweat that mixed with his scent..... Jade shivered again and forced herself to keep walking.
What was going on with her? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop running into the man with icy blue eyes and silver hair. And now.. she couldn't get him out of her head. There was just some kind of attraction there.... but she didn't know what. Coincidence.. or Fate, maybe?
"You're free to go... Jade Kamaitachi. But if I ever find you killing humans..."
He sounded like he hated her. Maybe he hated her for being a demoness. Jade shook her head slightly as she put more and more distance between Dante and herself. If he hated her that much, why was his gaze still on her?
It unnerved yet thrilled her. A smile worked it's way onto her lips.
Interesting man... that Dante Sparda.
2. Jade Kamaitachi
Anime: Devil May Cry
Title: Jade Kamaitachi
Rating: G
Pairing/Character(s): Dante, Jade
Warning(s): Not much... I dunno...
Summary: Dante gets to know more about the Daughter of Kamaitachi.
A/N: Watched the 2nd Episode and hungering for the 3rd. Class is extremely boring, btw, so all I ever do nowadyas is to drabble on Dante and my OC
Dante: You love me too much to let me go, Maz... ^.~
MazdaKitsune: Of course, duhhh!
Vergil: What about me? (Cries)
MazdaKitsune: Uhhhhh... I love you too?
Vergil: ^^
Dante: ...
Okay, crappy dialouge. On with the drabble!
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As it is, Jade Kamaitachi wasn't what she turned to be. Sure they had enjoyed a bowl of Strawberry Sundae together, but other than finding out her name and that she was Japanese... she was careful enough not to reveal too much information about herself.
Luckily, Dante was a devious man too. And what he found out in his research only confirmed his suspicions and made him strangely angry.
After encountering her in yet another mission as well, he swung Rebellion in a wide arc and pinned her to the wall. "I know what you are... Ryorin Kamaitachi," he hissed. "You're a demoness... a dangerous Wind Weasel known well in the Asian region. What are you doing here? I have enough demons to take care of already without having you around."
Emerald eyes flashed in anger and pain as he pressed Rebellion harder against her skin. "I never tried to hurt you... Dante Sparda. Neither have I done anything to give you a reason to kill me. Why I came is my buisness, not yours."
There was a click of a safety being released and Dante didn't have to look down to see that she had pulled out a gun of her own and had the barrel pressed against his stomach. "Leave me alone, Son of Sparda." Her eyes flashed red momentarily. "And please... don't ever call me Ryorin. You've done your research well, and I would appreciate it if you tell no one about what I am."
Stalemate. Dante removed Rebellion, seeing that she really meant him no harm. "Fine. You're free to go... Jade. But if I ever find you attacking humans..."
"I know." Jade kept her gun in a hidden thigh holster and nodded, a strange look flitting across her face. "Nice meeting you, Dante Sparda." She left.
Dante leaned against the wall where she had been pressed to moments before, feeling the lingering warmth of her body absorbed by the cold stones as he lost himself in his thoughts. Like him... maybe all demons didn't turn out the way they should be.
Intriguing demoness, this Jade Kamaitachi
Title: Jade Kamaitachi
Rating: G
Pairing/Character(s): Dante, Jade
Warning(s): Not much... I dunno...
Summary: Dante gets to know more about the Daughter of Kamaitachi.
A/N: Watched the 2nd Episode and hungering for the 3rd. Class is extremely boring, btw, so all I ever do nowadyas is to drabble on Dante and my OC
Dante: You love me too much to let me go, Maz... ^.~
MazdaKitsune: Of course, duhhh!
Vergil: What about me? (Cries)
MazdaKitsune: Uhhhhh... I love you too?
Vergil: ^^
Dante: ...
Okay, crappy dialouge. On with the drabble!
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As it is, Jade Kamaitachi wasn't what she turned to be. Sure they had enjoyed a bowl of Strawberry Sundae together, but other than finding out her name and that she was Japanese... she was careful enough not to reveal too much information about herself.
Luckily, Dante was a devious man too. And what he found out in his research only confirmed his suspicions and made him strangely angry.
After encountering her in yet another mission as well, he swung Rebellion in a wide arc and pinned her to the wall. "I know what you are... Ryorin Kamaitachi," he hissed. "You're a demoness... a dangerous Wind Weasel known well in the Asian region. What are you doing here? I have enough demons to take care of already without having you around."
Emerald eyes flashed in anger and pain as he pressed Rebellion harder against her skin. "I never tried to hurt you... Dante Sparda. Neither have I done anything to give you a reason to kill me. Why I came is my buisness, not yours."
There was a click of a safety being released and Dante didn't have to look down to see that she had pulled out a gun of her own and had the barrel pressed against his stomach. "Leave me alone, Son of Sparda." Her eyes flashed red momentarily. "And please... don't ever call me Ryorin. You've done your research well, and I would appreciate it if you tell no one about what I am."
Stalemate. Dante removed Rebellion, seeing that she really meant him no harm. "Fine. You're free to go... Jade. But if I ever find you attacking humans..."
"I know." Jade kept her gun in a hidden thigh holster and nodded, a strange look flitting across her face. "Nice meeting you, Dante Sparda." She left.
Dante leaned against the wall where she had been pressed to moments before, feeling the lingering warmth of her body absorbed by the cold stones as he lost himself in his thoughts. Like him... maybe all demons didn't turn out the way they should be.
Intriguing demoness, this Jade Kamaitachi
Friday, June 29, 2007
1.Strawberry Sundae
Anime: Devil May Cry
Title: Strawberry Sundae
Rating: G
Pairing/Character(s): DantexJade
Warning(s): Collection of OC drabbles with my Dante.... yes, he's MINE!!!! >.< Summary: The first time he met her...
A/N: Watched the first episode of Devil May Cry and I was like, WTF?! Dante likes Strawberry Sundae??!! But I wonder.. what has this gotta do with my drabble?
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The first time he met her, he had been given a mission to rid a church of a demon that was killing anyone that dared enter the premises. Surprising how everyone seemed to think that Holy Ground could keep demons at bay.... It totally proved that theory wrong.
Dante had burst into the church, only to find this huntress... this girl.... with Asian features, startling green eyes and long black hair, engaged in battle with it. The amount of concentration on her face was akin to his, and her eyes.... held an iciness that no girl as young as her should have had. How long had he stared at her, surprise on his face, when her voice cut through his thoughts.
"Hey, how long are you gonna stand there? Are you gonna help me or what?"
The demon took a swipe at her, and she leapt back, the crack of a whip filling the air as she lashed out at the demon. Dante grabbed his guns and began firing off rounds, making short work of the creature in no time.
Blood sprayed through the air, the last echoing howls of pain fading as the girl landed gracefully on the ground, the unusually long tail of her whip falling around her in a circle. Dante turned as she stood and began coiling up her weapon. "Silver hair.... icy blue eyes. You must be Dante, the Son of Sparda."
"I definitely am," Dante said, intrest written all over his face. Not many knew that he was a son of Sparda... the Black Knight that had turned against his own... but obviously, this intriguing female knew. She shook her hair back, brushing black bangs away, from her face, and he caught a small wing-like tattoo on the lower corner underneath her right eye. "Wait... I've seen that mark somewhere before..."
"The daughter of Mariya, head of the Kamaitachi clan." The girl said, a small smile curving her features. "And now... Son of Sparda... if you don't mind, I'm taking my leave."
Clearly Asian or half... and the name Kamaitachi rang a bell. But she gave off an aura that matched his. "Wait." Dante turned around.
"Yes?"
"Do you like Strawberry Sundae? My treat."
Title: Strawberry Sundae
Rating: G
Pairing/Character(s): DantexJade
Warning(s): Collection of OC drabbles with my Dante.... yes, he's MINE!!!! >.< Summary: The first time he met her...
A/N: Watched the first episode of Devil May Cry and I was like, WTF?! Dante likes Strawberry Sundae??!! But I wonder.. what has this gotta do with my drabble?
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The first time he met her, he had been given a mission to rid a church of a demon that was killing anyone that dared enter the premises. Surprising how everyone seemed to think that Holy Ground could keep demons at bay.... It totally proved that theory wrong.
Dante had burst into the church, only to find this huntress... this girl.... with Asian features, startling green eyes and long black hair, engaged in battle with it. The amount of concentration on her face was akin to his, and her eyes.... held an iciness that no girl as young as her should have had. How long had he stared at her, surprise on his face, when her voice cut through his thoughts.
"Hey, how long are you gonna stand there? Are you gonna help me or what?"
The demon took a swipe at her, and she leapt back, the crack of a whip filling the air as she lashed out at the demon. Dante grabbed his guns and began firing off rounds, making short work of the creature in no time.
Blood sprayed through the air, the last echoing howls of pain fading as the girl landed gracefully on the ground, the unusually long tail of her whip falling around her in a circle. Dante turned as she stood and began coiling up her weapon. "Silver hair.... icy blue eyes. You must be Dante, the Son of Sparda."
"I definitely am," Dante said, intrest written all over his face. Not many knew that he was a son of Sparda... the Black Knight that had turned against his own... but obviously, this intriguing female knew. She shook her hair back, brushing black bangs away, from her face, and he caught a small wing-like tattoo on the lower corner underneath her right eye. "Wait... I've seen that mark somewhere before..."
"The daughter of Mariya, head of the Kamaitachi clan." The girl said, a small smile curving her features. "And now... Son of Sparda... if you don't mind, I'm taking my leave."
Clearly Asian or half... and the name Kamaitachi rang a bell. But she gave off an aura that matched his. "Wait." Dante turned around.
"Yes?"
"Do you like Strawberry Sundae? My treat."
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Beloved Always
A/N: I'm not a Leon basher. Seriously, I love Leon, not hate him. I don't mean to treat him so miserably in this fic, but think about his little girl Fana. Yeah, got the name off the booklet that came with the second DVD. She was about six when Leon was thrown into prison, so she must understand that her father "killed" her mother. I would resent him as well if I was in Fana's shoes. It's not easy to forgive someone, you know....
So, here's some Leon bashing..... and just for fun, let's twist things up a bit! Lol, also based on a day at school for me, so this is gonna be a bit wierd. Anyway, I warned you, so don't read it if you don't want to. >=)
Gomen neeeeeee, Leon-sannnnn!!!!!!!!!!! T__T
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"Johanna, wake up."
"Geex, the alarm hasn't even gone off yet..." Johanna groaned and sat up, blinking sleepily at Anais. The blonde girl put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. "Actually, the alarm did go off.... ten minutes ago. I had to endure "What Goes Around" twice. Not a song I'd like to hear first thing in the morning, unless I'm an emo like you."
"I'm not emo." Johanna yawned and stretched. "Get out of my room, Ana. Let me change in peace."
"Whatever." Anais rolled her eyes and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Left alone, the ebony haired teen scratched her head and turned on the radio, cranking the volume up a bit as Linkin Park's "What I've Done" came on. Active and slim, 17 year old (AN: i think she's 17... I am...) Johanna was lithe, an aura of mischeviousness and strength always around her. A student of the Albion University, she was a clever and quick-witted girl, scrapping through her exams most of the time. What no one knew.... was that she was part of a group speciallizing in Lost Technology, and was a capable hacker. (AN: Ahem *cough cough* ahem...)
The Vatican had somehow caught wind on this and had dispatched two agents to keep an eye on her and Anias, so they could get information.But the two girls were intelligent, and were careful in their actions. However, it left Johanna in an irritable mood.
Because one of the agents staying at their quaint little house was Leon Garcia de Asturias, her father.
And Johanna did not want to admit that he was. After all, he caused the death of her mother.
Coming out of the shower, dressed in a red and white top with long black trek pants, Johanna towelled off her hair and grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder before tying her long hair into a ponytail. "Hey, Ana!" she called out as she ran down the stairs. "Have you seen my Mp3 anywhere? I can't leave without it because I promised Derek I'd bring it with me today..." her voice trailed off when she saw Hugue and Leon sitting at the table.
Anais immedieately saw the danger sign and waved a spatula at her. "You left it next to the computer last night," she said pointedly. "If you search around, it might be there. And don't run out of the house like you did yesterday. It's not going to help if your stomach keeps on growling like a tiger."
Johanna was almost out of the kitchen when Anais stopped her, and sighed grumpily in defeat. "Yes, mom." The slight mocking tone caused Anais's eyebrow to twitch slightly, but she didn't say anything and returned to making scrambled eggs instead. Leon looked at Johanna. "Good morning, Fa... Johanna," he said quietly.
A scowl appeared on Johanna's face and she just turned away without replying vanishing with a swish of her hair. Leon's face contorted in pain. Across the table, Hugue reached over and gave his hand a single squeeze. "Give it time, Leon. You can't expect her to overcome her shock that easily."
"Ten years..." Leon's voice was full of anguish. "Ten years without being there for her. I... don't know what to do anymore. I knew she wouldn't forgive me easily, and yet...."
"Well, you're quite right about that." Anais came over and set their breakfast in front of them. "Johanna hold grudges for a long, long time. Jo!!! Breakfast!!"
"Bring it out here, would you, Ana?" Johanna called back. "It's cooler in here."
"Are you listening to music again?" Anais said in exasperation. "What is it? Hamasaki Ayumi? Oh boy...... When will you ever stop?"
"Mada mada da ne..." Johanna grinned, her ears plugged with her Mp3. "This is what I do best."
"I bet..." Anais snorted and gave her her plate. "Get eating or you'll be late."
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Derek was waiting for Johanna by the University Gates, leaning against the wall and ignoring all the glances girls were shooting at him. Spotting the girl from afar, he straightened and smiled. "Hey, Jo!"
"Derek!" Johanna called, grinning breathlessly. "Hey, waited long?"
"Not really." Derek slipped an arm around her waist just as her hand went to grasp his shoulder. Scandalized gasps of girls went up around them, followed soon after by jealous growls, whines and whispered statements, but the two barely even looked up. "Ready for today's match, girl?"
"Always ready." Johanna flashed him a smile and slipped him her Mp3 under the pretext of giving him a kiss. "Track 16."
"Got it." Derek nodded and released her. "Hey, meet you at the field, okay?"
"Okay." Johanna watched him go.
So, here's some Leon bashing..... and just for fun, let's twist things up a bit! Lol, also based on a day at school for me, so this is gonna be a bit wierd. Anyway, I warned you, so don't read it if you don't want to. >=)
Gomen neeeeeee, Leon-sannnnn!!!!!!!!!!! T__T
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"Johanna, wake up."
"Geex, the alarm hasn't even gone off yet..." Johanna groaned and sat up, blinking sleepily at Anais. The blonde girl put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. "Actually, the alarm did go off.... ten minutes ago. I had to endure "What Goes Around" twice. Not a song I'd like to hear first thing in the morning, unless I'm an emo like you."
"I'm not emo." Johanna yawned and stretched. "Get out of my room, Ana. Let me change in peace."
"Whatever." Anais rolled her eyes and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Left alone, the ebony haired teen scratched her head and turned on the radio, cranking the volume up a bit as Linkin Park's "What I've Done" came on. Active and slim, 17 year old (AN: i think she's 17... I am...) Johanna was lithe, an aura of mischeviousness and strength always around her. A student of the Albion University, she was a clever and quick-witted girl, scrapping through her exams most of the time. What no one knew.... was that she was part of a group speciallizing in Lost Technology, and was a capable hacker. (AN: Ahem *cough cough* ahem...)
The Vatican had somehow caught wind on this and had dispatched two agents to keep an eye on her and Anias, so they could get information.But the two girls were intelligent, and were careful in their actions. However, it left Johanna in an irritable mood.
Because one of the agents staying at their quaint little house was Leon Garcia de Asturias, her father.
And Johanna did not want to admit that he was. After all, he caused the death of her mother.
Coming out of the shower, dressed in a red and white top with long black trek pants, Johanna towelled off her hair and grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder before tying her long hair into a ponytail. "Hey, Ana!" she called out as she ran down the stairs. "Have you seen my Mp3 anywhere? I can't leave without it because I promised Derek I'd bring it with me today..." her voice trailed off when she saw Hugue and Leon sitting at the table.
Anais immedieately saw the danger sign and waved a spatula at her. "You left it next to the computer last night," she said pointedly. "If you search around, it might be there. And don't run out of the house like you did yesterday. It's not going to help if your stomach keeps on growling like a tiger."
Johanna was almost out of the kitchen when Anais stopped her, and sighed grumpily in defeat. "Yes, mom." The slight mocking tone caused Anais's eyebrow to twitch slightly, but she didn't say anything and returned to making scrambled eggs instead. Leon looked at Johanna. "Good morning, Fa... Johanna," he said quietly.
A scowl appeared on Johanna's face and she just turned away without replying vanishing with a swish of her hair. Leon's face contorted in pain. Across the table, Hugue reached over and gave his hand a single squeeze. "Give it time, Leon. You can't expect her to overcome her shock that easily."
"Ten years..." Leon's voice was full of anguish. "Ten years without being there for her. I... don't know what to do anymore. I knew she wouldn't forgive me easily, and yet...."
"Well, you're quite right about that." Anais came over and set their breakfast in front of them. "Johanna hold grudges for a long, long time. Jo!!! Breakfast!!"
"Bring it out here, would you, Ana?" Johanna called back. "It's cooler in here."
"Are you listening to music again?" Anais said in exasperation. "What is it? Hamasaki Ayumi? Oh boy...... When will you ever stop?"
"Mada mada da ne..." Johanna grinned, her ears plugged with her Mp3. "This is what I do best."
"I bet..." Anais snorted and gave her her plate. "Get eating or you'll be late."
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Derek was waiting for Johanna by the University Gates, leaning against the wall and ignoring all the glances girls were shooting at him. Spotting the girl from afar, he straightened and smiled. "Hey, Jo!"
"Derek!" Johanna called, grinning breathlessly. "Hey, waited long?"
"Not really." Derek slipped an arm around her waist just as her hand went to grasp his shoulder. Scandalized gasps of girls went up around them, followed soon after by jealous growls, whines and whispered statements, but the two barely even looked up. "Ready for today's match, girl?"
"Always ready." Johanna flashed him a smile and slipped him her Mp3 under the pretext of giving him a kiss. "Track 16."
"Got it." Derek nodded and released her. "Hey, meet you at the field, okay?"
"Okay." Johanna watched him go.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Vampires' Lust
A/N: Just a little story I've been thinking of for quite a while. I don't know how good is it, cause I made it up myself. Okay, here's what I have in mind:
Do you belive in the Magickal? Well, you better believe it. For centuries, Witches, Werewolves, Vampires and the like have been hiding among society, posing as normal Humans. Meet Solene D'Cruz, 21, Witch extrodinaire. Her best friend is a Clairvoyant, her ex-boyfriend is a Were (and they are the Alphas of their pack), and she's a Shapeshifter, a Witch rare enough to be born once in a few centuries. Now a Vampire has set his sights on her, and will stop at nothing to have her. The question is... Is it for love... or power?
I haven't really figured out how I'm going to sart this because my mind's all jumbled up, but here's a thought I had in mind, told in Solene's POV.....
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The moon was full that night, and dimly, I heard the faint howls of wolves in the forest behind my house. I sat on the porch in nothing but a robe, sipping at a mug of hot chocolate and blew a black lock out of my eye. The pack's party had started full blast and probably wouldn't stop until sunrise. Should I be out there? I wondered. It's been months since I ran with them...
"Love? Aren't you coming with me?"
I smelt rather than heard Leon come in, and turned slightly. He was bigger than the average human now, with shaggy fur, wicked claws, sharp teeth and the head of a large wolf. Typical Were. His voice had also turned low, growling, dropping an octave lower than it usually was. I smiled at him. "I broke up with you, remember? Anyway, I don't know if the pack will run with me again... It's been so long since I left."
"The fact still remains that you're the Alpha female, Solene. " Leon padded out to sit beside me and the smell of dog intensified. I wrinkled my nose. "Take a bath, Leon."
"I can't help it if I smell like a dog!" Leon exclaimed, pretending to be wounded. "It's just my fur when I Were!"
"Then I'll drag you to the bathroom and bath you now, you mangy cur," I teased. "You don't mind cat shampoo, don't you?"
Leon's tail thumped on the wooden porch in annoyance, and he sighed, growling a bit. "You sure you don't want to come? The pups miss you."
My eyes narrowed. "Please don't tell me some Humans got bitten."
"Never, love... just join us. One Moon." His yellow eyes looked imploringly at me. "Please."
Sighing, I reached out and took his muzzle in my hands, making his ears twitch. "It's over between us. My days running with the pack are over. I'm sorry."
Leon's ears drooped and he stood. "We're in the usual spot if you change your mind," he said softly before leaning down and snuffing a little in my ear as a goodbye gesture. I just sat there and resumed drinking my chocolate as he left.
A soft wind rustled through the trees and I looked ap at the star-studded sky. Shifting was painful, and I usually Shifted only when I had too. When I was still in school, I remembered how often I'd Shifted to get out of trouble, untill my bone-weary teachers called in my parents. Needless to say, they weren't very happy about me misusing my abilities.
I'd sobered enough when they gave me a talk and admitted that I was a rare Witch. A Shifter only born once in a few centuries, possessing extraodinary skills and abilities. I learned the truth about my abilities that night, and I'd vowed never to misuse them again.
It didn't stop me from falling in love with Leon and making a Pack, though. I wasn't worried. Were's don't usually make Witches concieve. It was a one in a million shot. A tingle rushed up my neck and I froze, stiffening. "Alexandru."
A man with long black hair and ice blue eyes sauntered out of the shadows. Alexandru Dragos was Romanion, tall, seductive and always in dark clothes. Even as I stared at him with narrowed eyes, a spell on the tip of my tounge, I felt him nudge my mind gently, telling me to calm down. Yeah, right. Like I would. "Go away, Alex. I'm not in the mood to let you have my blood today."
Alex silently glided over to kneel behind me, brushing my neck with his lips. "I'm not here to taste your sweet blood today, my dear. I've already sated myself. I'm here to tell you to run with the pack."
I whirled around to face him in disbelief. "You bastard! How long have you been standing there in my house?"
Alex shrugged. "Since sundown. And remember, draga... you promised me your blood in exchange for you friend's."
I stared at him, suprise and anger cascading over me. "Get out of my house..." He had been standing in my house for a few hours and I had never noticed! How could that happen??!! Standing, I pointed a shaking finger towards him. "Genitus!"
"A projecta!" Alex threw up his own defense as I banished him. Faster than the eye clould blink, an invisible wall was between us, lightly tinged with blue. Damn, he shielded with water. "There's no use trying those Latin words on me, Witch." He said smoothly. " I've been alive for centuries, and my abilities at controlling Magick are better than your untamed ones. Haven't they taught you anything, or are you just plain childish?"
I stared mutely at his spell, my eyes suddenly begining to tear up. There was no mistaking the faint disgust in his voice. "Just go away, Alex... Leave me alone...."
The vampire's shoulders slumped slightly with the realization that my feelings were hurt, and he dropped the spell. "I'm sorry, draga... I shouldn't have..." His arms went around me comfortingly, but I didn't return his hug and neither did I push him away. "Acesta este meu greseala.... I durete tu..."
"You know I don't understand Romanion, Alex.." I whispered miserably, furiously blinking back my tears as I breathed in his scent from his cardigan. I couldn't let him see my tears. "You can have my blood... I don't care now..."
"Nu, draga..." Alex breathed against my hair. "I told myself I wouldn't take your blood often. Do you still want me to leave?"
His arms tightened slightly and I shook my head, suddenly unwilling to let him go. "No. Stay."
"Then I won't." Alex released me. "Run with the Pack, Solene. Stretch your legs. Howl to the moon. Run as fast as you can with the wind in your face. Trust me, it'll make you feel better. I'd forgotten how easily your feelings can be wounded."
Howls rose from the forest behind me, one of them rising above the rest, and I regconized Leon's cadence. Turning away from Alex, I hesitated. "I hate you, Alexandru Dragos. And you'd better not touch my cat while I'm gone."
"Believe me, my Solene, I'll be watching and waiting while you run." Alex made a mocking bow.
"I'm not your Solene," I protested as my face flamed. Turning my back to him, I began the painfull process of Shifting into a Wolf. The howls got louder and lifting my head, I howled in return. It was done. I shook myself free of my robe as Leon's answering howl, surprised and eager, filled my head.
The Alpha calls. His female must answer.
I ran into the forest.
Do you belive in the Magickal? Well, you better believe it. For centuries, Witches, Werewolves, Vampires and the like have been hiding among society, posing as normal Humans. Meet Solene D'Cruz, 21, Witch extrodinaire. Her best friend is a Clairvoyant, her ex-boyfriend is a Were (and they are the Alphas of their pack), and she's a Shapeshifter, a Witch rare enough to be born once in a few centuries. Now a Vampire has set his sights on her, and will stop at nothing to have her. The question is... Is it for love... or power?
I haven't really figured out how I'm going to sart this because my mind's all jumbled up, but here's a thought I had in mind, told in Solene's POV.....
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The moon was full that night, and dimly, I heard the faint howls of wolves in the forest behind my house. I sat on the porch in nothing but a robe, sipping at a mug of hot chocolate and blew a black lock out of my eye. The pack's party had started full blast and probably wouldn't stop until sunrise. Should I be out there? I wondered. It's been months since I ran with them...
"Love? Aren't you coming with me?"
I smelt rather than heard Leon come in, and turned slightly. He was bigger than the average human now, with shaggy fur, wicked claws, sharp teeth and the head of a large wolf. Typical Were. His voice had also turned low, growling, dropping an octave lower than it usually was. I smiled at him. "I broke up with you, remember? Anyway, I don't know if the pack will run with me again... It's been so long since I left."
"The fact still remains that you're the Alpha female, Solene. " Leon padded out to sit beside me and the smell of dog intensified. I wrinkled my nose. "Take a bath, Leon."
"I can't help it if I smell like a dog!" Leon exclaimed, pretending to be wounded. "It's just my fur when I Were!"
"Then I'll drag you to the bathroom and bath you now, you mangy cur," I teased. "You don't mind cat shampoo, don't you?"
Leon's tail thumped on the wooden porch in annoyance, and he sighed, growling a bit. "You sure you don't want to come? The pups miss you."
My eyes narrowed. "Please don't tell me some Humans got bitten."
"Never, love... just join us. One Moon." His yellow eyes looked imploringly at me. "Please."
Sighing, I reached out and took his muzzle in my hands, making his ears twitch. "It's over between us. My days running with the pack are over. I'm sorry."
Leon's ears drooped and he stood. "We're in the usual spot if you change your mind," he said softly before leaning down and snuffing a little in my ear as a goodbye gesture. I just sat there and resumed drinking my chocolate as he left.
A soft wind rustled through the trees and I looked ap at the star-studded sky. Shifting was painful, and I usually Shifted only when I had too. When I was still in school, I remembered how often I'd Shifted to get out of trouble, untill my bone-weary teachers called in my parents. Needless to say, they weren't very happy about me misusing my abilities.
I'd sobered enough when they gave me a talk and admitted that I was a rare Witch. A Shifter only born once in a few centuries, possessing extraodinary skills and abilities. I learned the truth about my abilities that night, and I'd vowed never to misuse them again.
It didn't stop me from falling in love with Leon and making a Pack, though. I wasn't worried. Were's don't usually make Witches concieve. It was a one in a million shot. A tingle rushed up my neck and I froze, stiffening. "Alexandru."
A man with long black hair and ice blue eyes sauntered out of the shadows. Alexandru Dragos was Romanion, tall, seductive and always in dark clothes. Even as I stared at him with narrowed eyes, a spell on the tip of my tounge, I felt him nudge my mind gently, telling me to calm down. Yeah, right. Like I would. "Go away, Alex. I'm not in the mood to let you have my blood today."
Alex silently glided over to kneel behind me, brushing my neck with his lips. "I'm not here to taste your sweet blood today, my dear. I've already sated myself. I'm here to tell you to run with the pack."
I whirled around to face him in disbelief. "You bastard! How long have you been standing there in my house?"
Alex shrugged. "Since sundown. And remember, draga... you promised me your blood in exchange for you friend's."
I stared at him, suprise and anger cascading over me. "Get out of my house..." He had been standing in my house for a few hours and I had never noticed! How could that happen??!! Standing, I pointed a shaking finger towards him. "Genitus!"
"A projecta!" Alex threw up his own defense as I banished him. Faster than the eye clould blink, an invisible wall was between us, lightly tinged with blue. Damn, he shielded with water. "There's no use trying those Latin words on me, Witch." He said smoothly. " I've been alive for centuries, and my abilities at controlling Magick are better than your untamed ones. Haven't they taught you anything, or are you just plain childish?"
I stared mutely at his spell, my eyes suddenly begining to tear up. There was no mistaking the faint disgust in his voice. "Just go away, Alex... Leave me alone...."
The vampire's shoulders slumped slightly with the realization that my feelings were hurt, and he dropped the spell. "I'm sorry, draga... I shouldn't have..." His arms went around me comfortingly, but I didn't return his hug and neither did I push him away. "Acesta este meu greseala.... I durete tu..."
"You know I don't understand Romanion, Alex.." I whispered miserably, furiously blinking back my tears as I breathed in his scent from his cardigan. I couldn't let him see my tears. "You can have my blood... I don't care now..."
"Nu, draga..." Alex breathed against my hair. "I told myself I wouldn't take your blood often. Do you still want me to leave?"
His arms tightened slightly and I shook my head, suddenly unwilling to let him go. "No. Stay."
"Then I won't." Alex released me. "Run with the Pack, Solene. Stretch your legs. Howl to the moon. Run as fast as you can with the wind in your face. Trust me, it'll make you feel better. I'd forgotten how easily your feelings can be wounded."
Howls rose from the forest behind me, one of them rising above the rest, and I regconized Leon's cadence. Turning away from Alex, I hesitated. "I hate you, Alexandru Dragos. And you'd better not touch my cat while I'm gone."
"Believe me, my Solene, I'll be watching and waiting while you run." Alex made a mocking bow.
"I'm not your Solene," I protested as my face flamed. Turning my back to him, I began the painfull process of Shifting into a Wolf. The howls got louder and lifting my head, I howled in return. It was done. I shook myself free of my robe as Leon's answering howl, surprised and eager, filled my head.
The Alpha calls. His female must answer.
I ran into the forest.
Monday, June 4, 2007
MGS Ghosts
A/N: Well, since I'm in the mood for ghosts and whatever else, I thought I might put down some true stories me and a few bunch of friends had.
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The Ghosts of Methodist Girls School, Klang
Our school, also known as MGS Klang, was used once before to harbor wounded Japanese soilders during the Japanese occupation in Malaysia. At least that's what all the teachers tell us. The Primary School was the place where they kept the wounded, and the Secondary school where the soilders stayed.
Our school, like other Missonary Schools were runned by nuns, though that time is over now. And lots of stuff happened during the Japanese Occupation.
Starvation, sickness, extreme injuries and suicide were common at that time, and the nuns buried the dead right in our school field. Behind the Primary school is a little garden where we as little kids liked to dare each other to go for fun. There's a grave there, though the words are faded, and it's still there to this day (Me and two other good friends went to take a look at it again to spook ourselves) . There's also a jambu, banana and plam tree, where it's fabled to have a penunggu/pontianak and langsuir (watchman/vampires). None of us know how true is that, but we never stick around to see for ourselves, especially at 7:00pm!
The corridor behind my ex-class connects to the Primary School classes, and it's shady and dark, perfect for a horror movie setting, my friend once said. My ex-class however, has tiny baby-feet imprints that appear in the middle of the class, and go all around it (the middle only), with no sign of the tracks going in or going out. According to the old gardener the school has, that corridor behind our class was a place where young girls that were raped by the Japanese used to hang themselves... and some of them were pregnant too! That accounts for the small footprints in our class.
I was witness to a possession as well. It happened when I was in Std. 5, (nine years old at that time), and the girl who was possessed was in Std. 3. She was in class, when out of the blue, she started screaming hysterically and yelling in another language. Everyone was scared, and though the teachers tried to restrain her to a pole, she flung them off easily, all the while shouting stuff in Japanese. They finally had to call her parents and a bomoh (witch doctor) to help her.
Could it have been the spirit of a Japanese soilder disturbed? (shivers)
There are other stories of spirits going around the third block, which is rather deserted, and more than one girl who stayed back for camp ran into a woman dressed in white in our school toilets at night. Then there's the popular story about the piano in the hall playing on it's own, and figures walking the corridors.....
I've never experienced this first-hand (Except for the possession part and the grave thingy), but these came from workers that have been working at the school for more than 30 years. To believe or not to believe, that's the question. As for me... I believe it.
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The Ghosts of Methodist Girls School, Klang
Our school, also known as MGS Klang, was used once before to harbor wounded Japanese soilders during the Japanese occupation in Malaysia. At least that's what all the teachers tell us. The Primary School was the place where they kept the wounded, and the Secondary school where the soilders stayed.
Our school, like other Missonary Schools were runned by nuns, though that time is over now. And lots of stuff happened during the Japanese Occupation.
Starvation, sickness, extreme injuries and suicide were common at that time, and the nuns buried the dead right in our school field. Behind the Primary school is a little garden where we as little kids liked to dare each other to go for fun. There's a grave there, though the words are faded, and it's still there to this day (Me and two other good friends went to take a look at it again to spook ourselves) . There's also a jambu, banana and plam tree, where it's fabled to have a penunggu/pontianak and langsuir (watchman/vampires). None of us know how true is that, but we never stick around to see for ourselves, especially at 7:00pm!
The corridor behind my ex-class connects to the Primary School classes, and it's shady and dark, perfect for a horror movie setting, my friend once said. My ex-class however, has tiny baby-feet imprints that appear in the middle of the class, and go all around it (the middle only), with no sign of the tracks going in or going out. According to the old gardener the school has, that corridor behind our class was a place where young girls that were raped by the Japanese used to hang themselves... and some of them were pregnant too! That accounts for the small footprints in our class.
I was witness to a possession as well. It happened when I was in Std. 5, (nine years old at that time), and the girl who was possessed was in Std. 3. She was in class, when out of the blue, she started screaming hysterically and yelling in another language. Everyone was scared, and though the teachers tried to restrain her to a pole, she flung them off easily, all the while shouting stuff in Japanese. They finally had to call her parents and a bomoh (witch doctor) to help her.
Could it have been the spirit of a Japanese soilder disturbed? (shivers)
There are other stories of spirits going around the third block, which is rather deserted, and more than one girl who stayed back for camp ran into a woman dressed in white in our school toilets at night. Then there's the popular story about the piano in the hall playing on it's own, and figures walking the corridors.....
I've never experienced this first-hand (Except for the possession part and the grave thingy), but these came from workers that have been working at the school for more than 30 years. To believe or not to believe, that's the question. As for me... I believe it.
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