My story...

[Scion]

*smiles* Well, I just returned home from the holidays and donating sang for the first time. What I would like to do now is tell you all about it in a story-like fashion. I'll post the introduction of it tomorrow...

Scion

[AerisD]

Oooooo!! Story time!!! *sits down in front of Scion, nibbling on cookies*

[Scion]

Chapter 1: How I Met My Vampire

It’s generally a bad idea to flirt with someone’s girlfriend. It’s a very bad idea to flirt with a vampire’s girlfriend. Two years ago that’s how I met my vampire.

At the time, the extent of my internet use was minimal. I checked my email, myspace and occasionally googled articles on the latest firearms, movies and whatever else I was interested in and needed more information on. I didn’t chat, instant message or care to get involved with any online groups. It wasn’t until I finished reading a certain book series that I wanted more involvement, so I joined the authors yahoo groups, and that’s when I got into trouble.

There were two groups available; one was more formal where members discussed and debated the plot, characters and all manner of hypothetical theories relating to the books. The second group was informal; the setting much like a bar, where fans of the series could relax and chat with like-minded people.

The first friend I made was a demon, a very nice demon I should add, who was pretending to be human after giving up his inheritance as a demon lord. I also met an elf that could see the future, a werewolf with amnesia and a witch who lived in a quaint little cottage and couldn’t stir a charm to save her life. These people fascinated me, and I instantly liked them. They were open-minded, fun and intelligent. We talked, role-played and flirted. Well to be more precise, the witch and I flirted.

Both the demon and elf tried to warn me. “That witch is dating a vampire.”
Sure she was, and I was really a life-sized pixie that escaped from a secret genetic government lab.

All my life I wished that vampires existed, but they didn’t, no more than demons did, so I continued my flirtatious ways undeterred.

Now I’ll be the first to admit that I am a shameless flirt. I enjoy it, and I’m good at it. The idle banter back and forth with underlying sexual innuendos, reading people and catering to what they like, delving subtly into who they are, testing my wit and charm… it’s fun for me. It’s not so fun when a vampire shows up amidst said flirting and slams you into a wall.

There I was, posting away, when she suddenly appeared. All she did was cross her arms, and I stilled. The room shifted from bar to sauna. My chest tightened. The hairs on the back of my neck went rigid. Every nerve inside me tensed, and my pounding pulse screamed at me to run… Why? Because this woman wasn’t pretending. She was a real vampire.

I don’t know how I knew this, I just did. An air; a feeling surrounded her that I recognized in some back corner of my subconscious, the same corner that knew deep down what I was, what I’ve always been. How does the sheep feel when it catches the scent of the wolf for the first time? Sheep are not taught about the food chain. There are no sheep universities, no sheep teachers in front of little sheep students with overhead projectors and flash cards to explain, “Ok class. This is a wolf; a predator. They are dangerous. They will eat you.” No. Instinct is all it has.

My instincts were telling me I needed to leave, so I slid cautiously toward the door. The vampire suddenly materialized in front of me with narrowed eyes, growling, “Going somewhere?” and shoved me into the nearest wall, flashing her fangs in my face. She was not a happy vampire.

You can hide all day behind a computer screen safely posting message after message, but you can’t hide from the adrenaline rush of coming face to face with a real live vampire for the very first time, virtual or not, and this one had her hands on me.

Oh how I wanted it to be real… I wanted to feel the warmth of her body pressing against mine. I wanted to feel her iron grip tighten into my shoulder as I struggled to get free. I wanted to feel her breath whispering across my skin as she growled inches away. More importantly, I wanted to know her.

Held against the wall, I reminded her that she couldn’t bite me, or more appropriately couldn’t rip my throat out. As informal as the group was, there were certain unbreakable rules. Flaming, maiming and the shedding of blood were strictly prohibited, so this vampire and I were forced to co-exist in a somewhat civil manner. Then again civil is a relative term. Eventually due to my charm and dashing good looks she let me go. Sure the rules may have played a small part, but the encounter would be the beginning of a long struggle between us saturated with teasing, tension and underlying currents of attraction that would take two years for us to acknowledge…

To be continued...

[diss]

awesome read

i kept having to remind myself that you were talking about a chat-room somewhere, and not a real bar. at the same time i agree that just because it's a virtual environment it doesn't make the experience any less real. i'm looking forward to reading your next instalment.

[AerisD]

I really like it Yeah, I had to keep reminding myself it was a chat room as well, lol. But I liked it. More! More! *continues to nibble on her cookies*

[Scion]

Thank you, Diss and AerisD. I'll post the next chapter in a few days.

Oh and Diss, I like the avatar change... *grins*

Scion

[Scion]

Chapter 2: The Super Secret Club

It turns out that the demon, elf, werewolf, witch and vampire were all members of a private writing group. They had taken the book series we all loved and created their own stories based in the author’s world, hence their affiliations with the varied species. Unfortunately for me, this super secret club was owned by the witch and vampire couple. My amazing skill at ticking the vampire off was entertaining enough for an invitation to join the group. The witch wanted me in, the vampire not so much.

I never really considered myself a “writer”, although I enjoyed jotting down short stories here and there, took creative writing in high school and occasionally transferred my dreams onto paper, so I wasn’t quite sure I would fit in, but there was a vampire in the group, and I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to play with her.

This group was set in a mansion so to speak. Everyone had their own room and hanging out consisted of lounging in the living room or game room where we had a flat screen TV, all the gaming consoles ever invented, a pool table and eventually a pinball machine.

I settled in right away, making myself quite at home. I chose to be a pixie, a highly adventurous, trouble-making character that wasn’t unlike the real me. It was a fantastic group; fun and challenging. The best part about it was that, besides messing with other people’s characters in the storyline, it had no rules. Well actually, it had one rule. The witch made it crystal clear. The vampire and I were not allowed to talk to each other.

Before I go on, the witch and vampire need names. I’ll call the witch Edna, because I don’t like that name, and it’s fitting. When I think of the name Edna I think of a conniving old hag, and while the witch in reality is a 32 year old blond, she’s Edna on the inside. The vampire I’ll call Kat, short for a very beautiful name, because that is her name, and I like it.

Edna led me to believe that her relationship with Kat was not that serious. It was a long distance relationship that she wasn’t sure would go anywhere. I had no reason to question it; she continued flirting with me in email and IM. At the same time she was telling Kat that I was harassing her, constantly filling her inbox and sending her countless text messages, etc. Lies lies lies. That was the word of the day for almost a year. It was no wonder Edna wanted to keep Kat and I from talking. Well this pixie wasn’t going to let a teeny tiny rule interfere with her fun.

So I wasn’t allowed to talk to Kat directly… indirectly worked just fine. I’d post random messages to other members with hidden meanings for her to pick up on. I’d openly flirt with Edna. I’d whine and complain about how my shoulder hurt, reminding Kat not so subtly of our first encounter. I referred to her on the board as “fang face” and pondered out loud about getting her a Bite-Me-Betty doll for Christmas. Hell, I would even go into the kitchen and drink the last of her orange juice. Anything I could think of to irritate, tease and torment that vampire, I did it. But Kat didn’t let me get away with it unanswered. She’d stand in a doorway and just stare at me with those intense predator eyes. She called me “bug” and stockpiled cans of Raid beneath the kitchen sink. To any outside eyes it would seem we hated one another, but it was a game we played; a game we both secretly enjoyed. You could say that was our unique way of flirting with each other. This went on for many months. The more we played, the more I liked her.

As most small groups do, eventually it fell apart. Artistic differences raged and the group divided, but not before the vampire and I had created a basis for what would come later.

To be continued...

[AerisD]

*claps* More!

[diss]

i just realised i never encouraged you to write more!

i'm really curious about how this continues, even if i know more or less where it's leading...

[Sylivia]

Sylivia sits in quiet anticipation on the couch strumming her fingers against the top of the glass end table while sipping a ice cold mountain dew. shesh "I hope they post the next segment soon. I have a date with dinner in an hour." Sylivia says as she laughs quietly to herself at her own punn.

[gabrielle]

Sylivia sits in quiet anticipation on the couch strumming her fingers against the top of the glass end table while sipping a ice cold mountain dew. shesh "I hope they post the next segment soon. I have a date with dinner in an hour." Sylivia says as she laughs quietly to herself at her own punn.

ha, vampire puns, love them. And that one.

[Sylivia]

Sylivia smiles shepishly and laughs "I was always told I had a wierd sense of humer. glad some one likes it. Scion your torchoring me here" Sylivia says shaking her head

[Scion]

*slow grin* I'm glad you all like the story so far. It's taking me a while to write more because I've been debating whether or not to finish it.

Well that and the fact I haven't been over here in ages... *sheepish look*

[Sylivia]

Well get to writing silly im getting cobwebs and I'm out of mountain dew.. LoL. Welcome back. Huggs....Blessed be.

[diss]

yeah, i'm still waiting too! *taps fingers impatiently*