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Taako Is Good Back Here by VampireCrazy, literature

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Taako Is Good Back Here

What had felt like weeks or months to Taako had truly only been a few days. Nevertheless, those days had been torturous. The first one had been mostly fine. Taako had at least been able to cook Kravitz breakfast and get a kiss from the bounty hunter before he left. Apparently, there was a particularly nasty character running around pissing off the Raven Queen. While they weren’t nearly as wanted as Taako and the boys had been back in the day, Kravitz did still have to put all of his focus into finding them. As such, Taako put on a smile, gave a wave, and he watched Kravitz form a large scythe in his skeletal hand as a black robe envelo

Caught Unaware by VampireCrazy, literature

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Caught Unaware

Limping her way through the party was… unpleasant. Had her sister not requested she come along, she would have stayed home to rest her knee. Instead, overprotective big sister mode had kicked in, and, despite her sister’s lackluster attempts to reassure her that she didn’t have to come along, she had agreed. Lo and behold, her sister’s friends hadn’t been as busy as she thought they would be, and Cassi found herself being very quickly ditched. Needless to say, she was exasperated. They had come in a single car to avoid the trouble of parking two vehicles, so she was effectively trapped there until her sister was

Too Good To Be True by VampireCrazy, literature

In A Bind by VampireCrazy, literature

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In A Bind

Awaking upright in a chair was not something Sam had considered a possibility that morning when he had left to answer a distress call. When Sam made the attempt to move, he found himself pinned, jerking against restraints at his wrists that kept his arms from moving away from the arms of the chair. The tall man’s ankles were in a similar position, attached to the legs of the chair around a rung to keep Sam from tipping the chair and getting his legs free enough to kick out and cause damage in some form or other. It didn’t afford the Winchester boy much of a comfortable position for his long legs, and he squirmed in his seat until

Return by VampireCrazy, literature

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Return

It had been… quite awhile. Regretting the time, however, would be a pointless endeavor, she knew. Regret would get nobody anywhere of consequence. Instead, she moved forward until she stopped at a door to a very old house. One she remembered intimately. There had never been a need for the master of the house to bother with a lock on it. She remembered that, too. With only a moment’s hesitation, she reached out to take hold of the doorknob, turning it and pushing gently. The door was old. It wouldn’t need much pressure, and it swung open easily with a creak that would no doubt alert the home’s occupant should he be lurk

Helping Hands by VampireCrazy, literature

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Helping Hands

It was always the same thing… Over and over and over and over… Sometimes Sitka was stupid enough to think he might be able to move out of the house and have all of the attention cease. That was until he was reminded that he could be followed practically anywhere he decided to go unless he agreed to be a toy for some other magical creature in exchange for keeping that torturous mass of gloves away from him… Walking in out of the blistering summer heat, Sitka heaved a sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead onto his forearm to remove the short, midnight bangs from his sun-burned face. The sleeveless shirt and cargo shorts ha

Happenstance by VampireCrazy, literature

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Happenstance

It hurt… More than anyone could possibly understand, he was sure… He knew that was arrogant, that it was a ridiculous thought, but, dear gods almighty, just breathing caused him pain, so much of it… He wanted to curse, but his voice was gone. Hell, he could hear himself breathing in short, raspy puffs of air. There was no telling what his voice would sound like even if he tried. He wasn't even sure if anyone would hear him if he tried, or how painful attempting might be… No, he couldn't tolerate too much more pain, but maybe… Maybe passing out would be good… He wouldn't feel the pain anymore… His car door o

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Hostage -Part Nineteen- by VampireCrazy, literature

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Hostage -Part Nineteen-

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the statement. Dorian really was odd when he switched from one personality to the other. I turned to look back at Devika, unsure of her reaction to the ordeal. Her normally pale face had become a bright pink and she was fidgeting with the ring around her finger while her hands were held close to her chest. "Devi, you were great. Why are you still so flustered?" She jumped a bit as I spoke. Maybe she hadn't realized. "It's nothing. I just didn't expect your solution to be Dorian James of all people." She forced herself to stop fidgeting but her cheeks were still tinted the same pink color. "What's wron

Hostage -Part Eighteen- by VampireCrazy, literature

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Hostage -Part Eighteen-

I sat silently at my desk, listing the scientific names of any flowers I could think of, just so I wouldn’t be able to think about Eric. By the time my psychology class started, I was starting to see nothing but flowers. Luckily, I managed to get through the class without any other problems arising, though I was questioned a time or two as to my absence, of which I answered the same way. “I took a short vacation to relieve a little stress.” In actuality, the only stress I had been going through before I had been taken was the occasional feeling of being watched, which made a lot of sense now that I was safely back in the mi

Hostage -Part Seventeen- by VampireCrazy, literature

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Hostage -Part Seventeen-

I finished the piece without a flaw and managed a sigh of relief as I lowered the bow and slowly opened my eyes again. I felt calm for the short time it took me to replace my violin in its case with the bow and seat myself at the picnic table facing the entrance to the gardens rather than the three paths going deeper inside. After a couple of minutes of silence, I heard rustling behind me. It took quite an effort on my part not to groan in irritation once I saw Dorian James round the table with a piece of the Bleeding Heart vine in his hand. The arrogant smirk he usually wore on his lips was gone while he studied the bloom in his hand. R

Hostage -Part Sixteen- by VampireCrazy, literature

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Hostage -Part Sixteen-

I left Travis in the Infirmary before quickly going to the soundproofed rooms set up for music majors. I was shocked to find that I had still made it there a few minutes early despite my delay with Travis. I set my violin case on the piano bench and popped the locks at either side of the handle. I caught myself hoping this activity would keep my head clear and as far away from Eric as I could manage to get. I opened the case and carefully removed the antique violin. It had been passed through my family on my mother’s side, so it had been one of the instruments my parents had forced me to play when I had been younger. According to my i

Hostage -Part Thirteen- by VampireCrazy, literature

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Hostage -Part Thirteen-

I folded the note and meant to tear it in half, but my hands wouldn’t do it. I couldn’t destroy it. Instead of lingering on the thought, I moved to my feet and went down the hall from the front entrance and passed the stairs on my left until I reached the third door. I stopped for a second and hesitated before I opened it. Memories flowed through my head like a film, but I took a deep breath to stop it before walking into the study. I hadn’t changed it when I had moved back, so it looked the same as it had when I was a child. The mahogany desk faced the door, sitting on top of an antique rug. A bookcase packed with the books

Hostage -Part Fourteen- by VampireCrazy, literature

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Hostage -Part Fourteen-

I went to bed early that night without bothering to make dinner. I had lost my appetite several times over and I hadn’t been up to cooking and taking the risk that I wouldn’t burn the house down for my attempts either. I awoke to my alarm clock blaring in my ear, telling me that it was seven in the morning. I truly despised that clock… I tried to calmly press the button to turn it off, but my head was firmly kept under one of my pillows while the rest of my body was lying comfortably beneath the thick, black comforter. The position didn’t exactly allow one to see the button that was practically hidden on the analog c

Hostage -Part Fifteen- by VampireCrazy, literature

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Hostage -Part Fifteen-

I watched him leave the yard before I closed my front door and walked into the kitchen to make my breakfast. I didn’t pay any attention to the food, however. I couldn’t really focus on anything but my thoughts. Why had Eric’s boss come to see me? What had he meant by it not being healthy for Eric to stay away? I was even more confused than I had been throughout this escapade! I ate quickly and ran upstairs to wrap my arms, which didn’t take very long. Once that was done, I went into my bedroom and grabbed my bag with my school books from beside the desk and my violin case from where it sat on the trunk. I would be th

Hostage -Part Twelve- by VampireCrazy, literature

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Hostage -Part Twelve-

Eric placed another kiss on my freckled cheek and lingered as if he didn’t want to leave me, but he forced himself to pull away and reach into his pockets. He seemed to be searching for something. After a moment, he pulled a piece of folded paper out and placed it in my free hand. He quickly pocketed his hands again to keep himself from touching me. He was quick to turn his back to me after that and walk to the door, but he paused with his hand on the knob. “When you get free, run back to your home as quickly as you’re able and don’t stop. I will distract your tante and oncle. That note will explain the rest.” He

Hostage -Part Eleven- by VampireCrazy, literature

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Hostage -Part Eleven-

Everything was so sore… My head was spinning and the newly bandaged injury in my side from the bullet was throbbing as if it had only just been put there. I couldn’t remember falling asleep… The last thing I remembered even the slightest bit of was walking down the hall of the hospital… I tried to sit up only to find that I was already upright. Why was I upright…? I was leaning forward slightly, too. This was starting to become reminiscent of that first time, but I could wriggle my fingers and move everything except my arms. My wrists had only been restrained with… I thought they were leather belts at fir

Hostage -Part Ten- by VampireCrazy, literature

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Hostage -Part Ten-

I woke up gasping for air and clawing at the bed sheets without any recollection of what I might have dreamed about, though I was sure it wouldn’t be good in my state. Then I could only see a bright light, but I could hear voices. I couldn’t understand one of them, but the others were shouting at him to calm down. I could breathe again after a few seconds. I managed to relax a little after that. I was staring up into a white ceiling. There was a horrid smell of rubbing alcohol mixed with other smells I could only identify as being sterile. Was I in the hospital? I turned my head to look at the rest of the room and found a panick

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Brooksonville Intruder by HomunculusLover, literature

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Brooksonville Intruder

He heard the creak but thought it was nothing considering the old house did it all the time. It never bothered him as he couldn't imagine anyone wanting to actually rob the place. He continued his demented work on removing organs for a dog's torso. The tall male always did enjoy his experiments whether it cost the lives of others. It had become that little bit lonelier since his first little house mate had managed to flee back to where she'd came from, or so he thought. She had brought some entertainment into his life bearing in mind she was terrified of him. She was only a young teen though, it made sense. That creak was heard again follow

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Artist // Student // Literature

Aug 25, 1990
United States
Deviant for 18 years
She / Her

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My Bio

What is there to say except that I'm a writer with a problem concerning her psychosis who also happens to have little voices in her head who agree?

Current Residence: My mind. Kind of chaotic in here...
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Depends on the way they're sized...
Print preference: Uh, all prints are pretty?
Favourite genre of music: Just about everything.
Favourite photographer: Too many.
Favourite style of art: Far too many.
Operating System: Crappy Windows Vista...
MP3 player of choice: Finally updated to the new... ish iPod. I don't know their damn names!
Shell of choice: A turtle shell!
Wallpaper of choice: Fern.
Skin of choice: Why would I want to use someone else's filthy skin?
Favourite cartoon character: Vash, Edward Elric, Jack O'Lantern, Nougami Neuro, Scooby Doo and gangetc.
Personal Quote: In order to be a good writer, there are two things you need. Imagination and Insanity.

Favourite Visual Artist

Far too many to choose from.

Favourite Movies

Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas

Favourite TV Shows

Far too many of them to choose.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Do I have to pick one?

Favourite Books

Gods... I don't even know where to begin...

Favourite Writers

Sherrilyn Kenyon, Christine Feehan, Cornelia Funke, Stephen King, Charlaine Harris, Jenny Nimmo, etc

Favourite Games

Kingdom Hearts I & II, Final Fantasy VII, Crisis Core, etc...

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS2

Tools of the Trade

Pencil, Paper, and my brain are all I need, but my laptop helps, too!

Other Interests

Anime, Manga, Reading, Writing, Vampires, Dragons, Fantasy, Music, etc...

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VampireCrazy

Dec 23, 2012

Very Long Absence...

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I apologize, kids. I've had a lot of issues I've been dealing with. First, I was really busy working. Then I lost my job, which is always a fun process, and more fun to explain to new employers, of course. Then I was looking for a job and stressing out. Then I decided I was going to move out once I earned money and could do so, but that's been hard since, no matter how hard I've been trying or how many places I've been applying to, I haven't found a job yet. I've been living off of birthday money and now Christmas money, so I became even more stressed with things. Then, after all of that and a few weeks ago, my hard drive crashed hard. I los

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VampireCrazy

Jun 15, 2011

In Need Of Assistance...

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I have decided to try my hand at writing a novella, approximately 18,000 words minimum. This is mostly due to the fact that I am very broke. I've put a lot of novels I know I will not be reading in the near future, or at all, on Amazon, as well as a couple of out-of-print anime DVDs. I'm going to be putting more up in the next couple of days, along with a few old video games I know I won't be playing amongst other things I can find to sell. Regardless, if I can finish this novella before the deadline, of which is September first of this year, I might be able to sell it to an online publisher I adore, finally manage to be a published writer,