I steal a Ferrari, and then remember just how much Simon loves weapons

I glanced at Simon. He was staring straight ahead.  I took one deep breath, looked at the looming, loud object in front of me, turned back, and said flatly, "No." Simon sighed once and looked at me pleadingly. "C'mon, Aspen! Oh, please, oh please, oh please!!!!" I'd never seen a fifteen-year-old boy sound so much like a toddler. I took a deep breath and then said, "No." Again. Simon's head fell backwards as he groaned.  "ASPEN. JUST. LOOK. AT IT." I looked. And looked. "Once again, no.""PLEASE!!!! ASPEN IT'S A FERRARI!!!!! TEENAGERS DON'T GET A CHANCE LIKE THIS!!!!" I stared at him. "Yeah, but then again you don't see teens running around stealing fancy cars left and right. Think about this for a sec, Simon. Think about how much attention it would draw to us." "Oh, c'mon!" he whined. "No." "Look at how shiny it is!" I glanced around. We were wasting time here. "No, Simon. Now, c'mon. We have to get out of here." "Then let's take the ferrari!" he offered. "Simon." I said, raising an eyebrow. "It makes a fast getaway car." he told me. I paused before my answer. "Fine. Get in the car." He punched the air with his fist. "YESS!!!!" "Shut up, Simon. You'll draw attention." He nodded vigorously and hopped in. "But I'm driving." I said. He sighed, caressing the interior. "All right." I slid into the driver's seat, enjoying the leather interior. I pursed my lips. I had to admit; this thing was AWESOME. Being fourteen and a fourteen-year-old "juvenile delinquent"(heavy on the quotation marks) and a runaway from this supposed "School of Enlightenment" where they "turn troubled teens in for the better". Yeah. Right. There was no way in the world that those creeps back at "The School of All that is Holy" were out there to help psychics like Simon and me. Or any other psychic out there. I mean, sure, there were these kinds of places all around the world. But for different... erm, what would you call it? Mutants. Yes, I suppose that would work. Or if we want to call it something different than the usual, you can call us Differences. Don't ask me why we call ourselves that, but we just do. And there's even a little group Differences can join called The Difference. Original, right? Yeah. Sure. ANYWAY. Teens like us are captured and sent to these supposedly "Good" and "Holy" schools. When really it should be more like "Hell On Earth" or "A Little Slice of What We're Gonna Get Since We Put You in These Places". Yeah. That works. Even at being fourteen, Simon and I both have had many driving lessons in the great ways of ESCAPE. Yeah. As we ripped out onto the highway, trying to get as far away from New York, New York before the morning traffic moved in, Simon leaned over and smiled at me. "So what got you first? How shiny it was? Or the purr of that engine?" "Actually, you had me at 'It makes a good get-away car'." He smiled at me, but our little chat was interrupted by the chink! of a bullet glancing off glass. "Damn." I muttered. "Just won't let us get any rest, will they?" Simon grumbled. "You remembered to weaponize this thing after you stole it, right?" I asked as I laid on the gas. Simon rolled his eyes. "You have no faith in me, Aspen. That hurts." "Good." I said through gritted teeth. He pressed a button on the dashboard, and it instantly slid upwards to reveal another dashboard filled with some pretty intense commands to throw around. I purse my lips as I read the options, also reading Simon's mind to see how good my driving skills were doing. Simon saw a car coming up real fast in front of us, so I slid around it, still looking for one of my favorites. "Aw, Simon! You didn't install the dart gun?" I scolded him. "Yes I did! It's right there!" he said, glancing down. Since I was still using his mind as my eyes, I had to look up, and fast. "Simon!" I yelped as I just barely managed to weave around a car.  "What the heck? Keep your eyes on the road!" "You're the one driving." he mumbled, but he had a smirk on his face. "Here it is! Just didn't label it, sorry." he smirked again. He went to press the button, but I smacked his hand away. "Just keep your eyes on the road. You can't aim this thing to save your life." I mumbled, and Simon just kept on smirking. I pressed the button while driving. Instantly, several other appliances slid out from nowhere. A joystick to aim the gun with, a mirror to show me where to aim, and a computer screen with cameras showing every inch of space around us available to shoot at. I took the joystick, saw the sight on the gun, aimed at the car chasing us, and pressed fire. I watched as the dart insert itself into a front tire. It instantly popped---I mean, balloon popped. I smiled as I shot another at the opposite back tire. The car began rolling awkwardly. They took out a gun. I cursed. Simon tried his hardest not to look away from the road. "Simon, can you take the wheel, please?" I asked. Simon nodded, and didn't move his gaze. The wheel began moving as if by itself, but I knew I was safe in the hands----erm, mind?----of Simon. I aimed the dart gun----which I forgot to mention: the darts on these things are about a half a foot long----and shot at the windshield. The dart imbedded itself in the windshield, close to the driver's face, I could imagine. Pleased, I turned around, grabbing the wheel again. But there's always good news and bad news. The good news was that we destroyed one of our enemy cars. The bad news? Well, let's just say that I hate New York traffic.

YAY!!!!!

Okay, so if anybody has heard of the Whitefish Review, I was in one of them. "Big Brown" was my short story.  And my stepdad Justin is friends with two of the people who do the Whitefish Review, so I got a call from them. And they're going to have an author come and read some of his work, and they were going to invite teens and kids who write to read some of their work. So I was called. And I am so happy! I'm probably going to read my first ever piece on this blog, the one about death. SO I'm really excited!!!!!! :D :D :D

Mason

Venice Faerie, Part 2

I dashed out of the gondola. "No, wait!" the boy begged, grabbing my wrist. Damn. I knew I shouldn't have kissed him. But there was no time to waste. He was instructing the person driving to pull over to the canal. I tugged, but the boy didn't loosen his hold. Luckily for me, there wasn't a spot to pull over except back the way we'd come. "You have to let me go." I instructed the boy. "No, please!" he pleaded, pulling me back into the gondola. I looked over my shoulder. I didn't have time for this. I leaned forward and kissed the boy again. He had stopped in mid-sentence, surprised. With his shock, his hand loosened from my wrist, and I dashed away. The boy's cry of surprise and disappointment startled some tourists, but that was just what I needed to get them to move out of my way. I heard footsteps behind me. I looked behind me. There he was, maneuvering through the crowd as quickly as he could. I looked back in front of me---and skidded to a halt. I'd ran into a cul-de-sac, with a small dock for a boat, and almost ran right into the water. I stared at the water, and then looked up. He was coming for me. The water was exactly what I needed, but only if it was absolutely necessary. I slipped out of my pants and shirt, securing them in my water faerie backpack. I stood there in my tube top and my bikini bottoms, which had a skirt with the left side slit all the way to the top. The cold didn't bother me, so that wouldn't be a problem if I had to be in the water. I grabbed my  water faerie sweater to cover up my wings. There weren't many people around, so that wasn't much of a problem for me. He came to a halt several yards away. "You stay away from me, Jack." I snarled. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Why? So you won't have the urge to kiss me like you did with that stupid boat boy?" he taunted, but there was fury behind those words. "Oh, you would just enjoy that, now wouldn't you?" I snarled. He narrowed his eyes. "Why did you abandon me, Rainy, in London?" He demanded, and I saw all that hurt in his eyes that I knew I would. I looked away, my eyes hardening. "It was for our own good, Jack." I snapped. "How so?" he snapped back. "Listen to me, Jack..." I started, but he just held out a hand. I pursed my lips. Then I spoke again, ignoring his glare. "Jack... it wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want to leave you. But you and me both know that someday, the Hunters were going to recruit you back. And you would have had to kill me. And all my kind. Vampires. Werewolves. Fey. All of them." His face fell in a look of torment. "Rainy, they wouldn't have taken me back. After failing them so hard? No." he shook his head. I narrowed my eyes. "Jack, your father is the Head Hunter. He wouldn't leave you behind. And you know it." He hung his head. "But that doesn't mean you have to leave me. We could have figured something out..." I shook my head. "No, Jack. Until this war is over---" He stared up at me, sadness written all over his face. He pulled out the velvet purse. He tossed it to me. I opened it and drew something out delicately. It was an aquamarine, in the shape of a long staff crystal. It was naturally grown that way; it was a water faerie-grown. I looked up at him in surprise and a sudden sense of sadness. I put it around my neck. I pursed my lips as I stared at it. I looked up to see Jack staring at me adoringly. I felt a pang of sadness again. "Thank you, Jack." I whispered. "So will you come with me?" he asked, almost begging. I stared at the crystal, and then at him. "I... I'm sorry, Jack." I whispered, my eyes tearing up. And then I dove into the water. My wings opened up, allowing me to use them as fins. Webbing grew in between my fingers, and my legs stuck together to make a glorious turquoise fin that drifted into black. The fin was shredded and torn at the ends, or so it looked. I swam to the surface, and stared at the broken face of Jack. A tear rolled down my eye as I waved goodbye. Jack raised a hand in farewell, his face one of a broken heart. "I love you, Rainy! And I always will!" he yelled after me as I disappeared beneath the surface, returning to where I belonged----the water.

A Venice Faerie, Part 1

I slipped in between two market booths, weaving behind them, right along the edge of the canal. I snuck a peek around the corner of one and shot back. There he was. Looking among the glorious jewels and hand-crafted treasures at the Market booths. Damn. Didn't he ever get tired of chasing me? I slid along one of the tents and merged into the beinnale. The beinnale was one of the best times for me in Venice. Not that I couldn't hide in Venice anyway. Venice was a wondrous place for water fey to relax and live. I slid around a large tent and into another by accident. I peeked outside. No, he was still at the Market. I sighed and turned, just to come face-to-face with a woman clad in jewelry. "Welcome to my tent. Do you wish for a reading?" she asked in a heavily accented English. My accent wasn't exactly English, either, I suppose. Somewhere mixed between British, Irish, and Australian. I could put a little more into either one of those, to sound a bit more like a specific one. My accent was an exotic one, only found among fey. I hesitated, and peeked outside. "Whomever you are hiding from shall not find you in here, young one." she assured me. I hesitated again, but then smiled tentatively. "Sure, why not?" I'd heard my voice had a wispy, wind chime-like sound to it, but had never really noticed. I suppose the woman did, because her eyebrows shot way up behind her bangs. "Sit, please." she said, gesturing to a heavily cushioned seat. I took a seat, careful not to crush my wings too hard against the back. "How much?" I asked in Italian. She didn't seem surprised that I knew. "Four coins." she said, and nodded to a velvet bag hanging off the side of the table. I clinked the coins into the bag. She blew out a couple candles in her tent and dimmed the oil lamp. The orb in the center began to glow. We both leaned forward. She closed her eyes and placed her fingertips on the orb. Her brow furrowed. "Hmm.... interesting..." I didn't want to seem like one of those corny people out of the movies who said, "What? What do you see?" but... it didn't seem like I had any other options. "What is it?" I asked. "A boy. He's the one following you. Is it not true?" She peeked open one eye to watch me nod. "His goal is to destroy you. But... something will change his mind." She squeezed her eyes shut tighter in frustration. "Your future is foggy to me. Something... something will go wrong." "What? What will go wrong?" I desperately needed to know. "At dusk...." Her head crashed against the table. I stared at her in alarm. "Hey! Wait!" I cried out, reaching over a hand. Her head rose quickly, and she blinked. She smiled at me. "I'm sorry, only one reading per day. Come back tomorrow to get it again!" "Wait, you said that something was going to go wrong, at dusk! What was it?" I demanded. She looked at me, confused. "I'm sorry. I said no such thing. Goodbye now!" She bustled me out, leaving me bewildered. I sighed, and slipped into a vast crowd. I strained to see over the throng, and saw him pocketing something in a velvet bag. He turned and headed my way. I ducked back down, slipping through the crowd easily, before I saw a gondola. I stepped on. It was a teenager my age, around sixteen. I stepped onto the boat tentatively, my willowy, light frame barely rocking the boat. "Can I get a ride?" I asked the boy softly in Italian. He blinked at me in surprise and awe. Then he held out a velvet bag and nodded to it. I took out a couple coins and showed them to him. He hesitated and shook his head. I pursed my lips and looked over the throng. He was coming closer, trying to look over the crowd for a ride. "Please!" I begged the boy. My aqua marine-blue-green eyes widened as I pleaded. They always looked watery, and not just because of the Caribbean coral reef water-color of my eyes, but just the fact that I was a water faerie gave me the ability to make myself look like I was on the verge of tears if I really wasn't. He hesitated again and shook his head slowly. I had to get out of here. I dumped the original amount of money I'd brought into his bag and leaned forward to kiss him delicately on the lips. His face was lit with surprise, which then changed to awe and dreaminess. "Please?" I asked him, a bit more flirtatious this time. "Of course." he said, blushing, the first time he'd spoken at all. He motioned for me to take a seat. He pushed off, maneuvering us around the many boats and water travel in the canal. "Where to?" he asked. I thought for a moment. Then I asked him to take me to another part of the biennele. He nodded, and took off in the direction, casting glances at me. He licked his lips several times, obviously nervous to be around me. We reached the goal, and he pulled up. I stood, nodding to him. He stared at me longingly. I leaned forward to peck him on the lips again as a sign of gratitude (and so maybe he wouldn't stalk me, but who knows, I was just probably encouraging him), but was interrupted as I heard a breath sucking in sharply. I whipped my head around, leaning away from the boy, who looked angry at whoever had kept away my kiss. It was him. I looked up frantically at the sky. It was dusk. The sun was slowly lowering in the sky. He was in a different gondola, and he looked furious.

Don't Freak Out

Okay, so I know my short stories seem really, really, really long. Don't let 'em freak your beans. Just read. I promise they're not exactly as long as they seem. Thanks. :)

Pack Betrayal, Acceptance Upon Return

I slipped behind the tall building in the ally way, praying that they hadn't seen me. I sucked in my gut as they ran past, the huge great dane/rottwieller/pit bull mixes ran past, the men hot on their paw prints. I waited. Then, when I was positive that they were gone, I dashed around the corner, going back the way I'd come. I dashed behind several parked delivery trucks as a group of the men walked past, muttering into a small earpiece. I dashed ran behind the trucks, following them, trying to figure out what they were saying. "We...within...grasp...disappeared." I cursed silently and took my chances, getting closer. "No, sir. Yes, sir. The Danes were hot on her trail. Gill's men went after her. I don't know. They could still be tracking her. Yes, sir. Of course." He pressed his fingers to the earpiece and he fell silent, scowling. He stalked off towards the direction where the men had ran off. I sighed quietly with relief. But then I heard a growl behind me. I whipped around, prepared for a fight. Behind me, there was a tall, lanky boy with dark sandy-brown hair. He glared at me darkly. My face lit up. "Jace!" I cried, running towards him. He backed away, holding out a hand which I promptly ran into. "Jace!" I said a little bit less enthusiastically. He didn't speak, just that dark glower. "Jace?" I asked. I drooped. My shoulders hunched, my head dipped low. He dropped his hand. "What are you doing here?" he demanded. His voice made my heart sing. I brightened up. "Jace, I---" "Just answer my question, Crow." he snapped. I hung my head submissively. It was the only way to get him to understand. "I'm so sorry, Jace." I whispered. "They caught me and took me away and then I couldn't escape." He narrowed his eyes at me. "You don't just go around getting caught, Crow! I know you better than that!" he snarled. "Well what if I did? What were you going to do about it? You'd gone all macho-dog and dove right into the fight! For what? To have you get captured and leave the pack! How do you think it felt having Rocky the All-Mighty Beta lead the pack, huh? You know how much I hate him!" I snapped back, losing my patience. He snarled. Suddenly there was a howl. We both froze, heads snapping towards the direction that it'd come from. "Damn." I snarled under my breath. "Let's go. We can talk in a safer place." Jace commanded. His shape warped, and suddenly he was a huge dingo-wolf. I felt myself changing, my face elongating, my bones shifting, and suddenly I was a huge black wolf with blue paws and a blue muzzle, with the tip of my tail also blue. This might freak your beans, but I'm a werewolf. Obviously. Jace nipped at my heels to get me moving. We were off in a flash, running down the sidewalks of Port Angeles. There was another howl behind us, and the baying of the Danes began. Jace snarled at me to go faster, that this wasn't just one of our old playful runs. I clicked my teeth together with a snap of annoyance as I replied that I knew that. Jace turned suddenly, surprising me. He knew I wasn't going to expect it, so he grabbed my scruff as he turned. I yelped with surprise as he spun me around. We ran down the ally way, and I saw him jump. He transformed in mid-air, and gripped the edge of the fire escape. I did the same, but scrabbled to get up. He grabbed my wrists and hauled me up, and pulled me inside the dilapidated building. We hid in the shadows, peering through the dirtied windows to see if they were coming. The Danes skidded to a halt at where we'd last touched ground. They sniffed along the walls and up and down and up and down and back again. I could just barely understand them in my human form. So I morphed. "Where? Where? Where?" They all muttered, sniffing down and back and down again. Suddenly the hugest Dane I'd ever seen walked in. He snarled at all of them to sit. They all lined up and sat. "Find the girl!" he snapped, shaking the scruff of one of the other Danes. The Dane yelped and cowered. "Girl is with Wolf-boy." he whimpered. "Silence! Or I'll get the humans to do tests on you!" the Alpha snarled. The Dane rolled over in submission. "Go back! They obviously aren't here. Split up!" he growled, and the Danes filed out of the ally and split up. I turned back to human, and looked at Jace. He was looking bitter. "I'm just glad your safe." I said, hugging him. He shook me off roughly. I glared at him. "What's your problem?" I demanded. "Nothing,  besides the fact that you came after me! After specific orders!" he snarled. "I don't care! You were in trouble, and you knew it! If I hadn't caused a commotion upon escaping, you would never have gotten out of those labs! They would have tested you and tested you and tested you until you died! And you know it!" I yelled, jabbing a finger at him. Jace was the Alpha. My Alpha. He had left our small pack of werewolves, natural werewolves, not the test-tube pups that they made in the labs. But the scientists still wanted us anyway for testing. And Jace had sacrificed himself for the pack. And I had been lonely. "Why can't you just listen to orders like everybody else?" Jace asked me furiously. "Because if I had, your scrawny little ass would be stuck in one of those testing facilities. Oh, don't worry, you can thank me later. When I'll actually accept it." I snarled. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "You have to go home." he growled, eyes closed. "No! Not unless you come with me!" I said defiantly. "Please, Crow. Do me a favor." he begged. I blanched. Jace never begged. Unless something was terribly, terribly wrong. "Jace?" I asked, my voice wavering. I sounded like a small child. "Yes?" he answered, watching me worriedly. "What's going on?" I asked, still sounding helpless. He took another deep breath. "You have to get out of here. Or they'll find you. They'll be here in about five minutes." "What?!" I asked, horrified. "Crow, please listen to me this time. Leave." I shook my head. "No, Jace, not unless---" "Please, Crow! I can't see you being tortured anymore!" he begged me. I stared at him, horrified. "No..." I whispered. "You're one of them." My voice was choked up in my throat. "I'm so sorry. It was the only way I could help you. Now please." he whispered. I backed away, and then stopped. "I'm not leaving you, Jace." His shapes changed. He snarled at me, baring his fangs. I shifted, too, snarling back. "Leave!" he howled at me. "I'm staying with you!" "No!" I was about to retort, but it was too late. People poured into the building. "Good job, Jace." One said, pleased. He scratched behind Jace's ears. Jace made no response, just staring at me, tortured. I backed away and jumped out. "You always have a choice, Jace! Just remember that!" And then I took off into the woods. There was a padding sound behind me. I looked over my shoulder. Jace was running peacefully behind me. "What are you doing?" I asked warily. He smiled a wolfy grin at me. "I'm making my choice."

Day Dream

Ok, so i came up w/ this when i was just hanging around in my room.... just a daydream. happens to me all the time. ok so here it is:

It was my birthday. i was turning thirteen. But i was a super-famous author. And i'd been interviewed and i'd said that one hope that i wanted REALLY bad was to meet Taylor Lautner, Robert Pattinson, and Kristen Stewart. Anyway, it was my birthday, May 10, and my friends would be coming over for the sleepover in an hour or two. I was on the phone with my friend Eviann, and then the doorbell rang. Mom was in the kitchen working on snacks and stuff, and so she asked me to go get the door. Still on the phone, i walked over to the door and opened it. And I instantly stopped talking, my jaw dropping. There, on my back porch, was the UBER SEXY Taylor Lautner, with Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart. "Uh, Mason? Mason? Maaaaaason?" Eviann asked over the phone. "I.... erm... can i call you back?" I asked, stunned. "Uh, sure." Eviann said, and I hung up. "C....come on in." i said, totally confused. They walked in, amused. "Can you give me a moment?" i muttered, and slipped into my mom's bathroom. Shrieks of joy and squealing could be heard through out the house. I walked out, my face calm. "Sorry about that." i muttered. We stared at eachother in an awkward silence for a moment, and then Mom came in. "Oh, hi, guys! Mason, you like your birthday present?" "YES!" I squeaked, and then tried to calm myself. So then i gave them a tour of the house, and i got to hug Taylor Lautner, and they hung out for my birthday, and we all became BFFS. the end.

So.... yes. not your usual daydream, but hey. it was cool all the same. Yay!

Mason

The Chase

My breath came out in quick, short pants as I ran, skidding around a corner--just to find myself at a dead end. A cul-de-sac. Damn. I ran to climb a ladder to a fire escape. I peered in the window. The room was dark. I was about to smash through the window, when they rounded the corner. I pressed myself up against the wall, praying they wouldn't see me in the afternoon shadows. A snarl ripped from one of the men's throat. "Where the hell did she go?" The leader of the men snarled, grabbing one of the guys' black shirts and throwing him up against the wall. The man growled and slipped away. "I don't know! It's not like she could have disappeared into thin air!" "Well she turned the corner! If you can't find her, Phillips, then you will be the one to pay for it. It's a stupid fourteen-year-old girl! Shouldn't be much trouble, should it?!" The leader snarled. That made all the other men start fighting, snarling at each other for who was paying for the mistake. I took the chance and smashed through the window, knowing I only had seconds before the men would start pouring into the building. I slammed the locked door to the hallway down, dashing down the hallway to the staircase. Then, thinking about it, I took the elevator. Nervously, I kept on pressing the button to the bottom, before the elevator finally came to a stop at the first floor. I waited a second, and then hearing the men rumbling on the other floors above, I dashed out, pushing through the door and running away. I had to get moving, had to find a car... And then I saw it. The parked Mustang at the hotel across the highway. I took a chance and dove across the busy highway, dodging fast-moving cars and dashing through tight spaces of  cars lined up at the stoplight. I peered in to the driver's window, and then realized that a car-parker was coming for the man's car. I dashed away, hiding in the bushes as the man cruised up next to the hotel door, and slipped the keys into his back pocket as he went inside and bent down to get the man's things. I managed to slip the keys from his pocket, and then slip into the seats of the Mustang. On normal situations, I would have drooled over the interior, but I didn't have time for car-gazing. I slipped the key in and slammed my foot down on the gas pedal, ripping out of there like James Bond. People dodged out of my way as I screeched around the bend and onto the highway, headed down the highway, weaving through cars like mad. I looked in the rear-view mirror, and to my disappointment, I saw a black Subaru and several other cars weaving almost as fast as me. I put the petal to the metal and ripped out of there as fast as I could. Whatever was going to happen in my life, and whatever I was going to do with it, there's one thing that will remain the same: If I get caught, I'm screwed.

This is a sad, sad little list. :(

that little followers list... do you see it? yes... riiight there.... no not there.... yes there.... no over to your left... BELOW THE FISHIES!!! nope you went right over it. AH YES!!! RIGHT THERE!!! i know its hard to see because its so TINY!!!! PLZ I NEED FOLLOWERS!!! THAT IS A SAD LITTLE TEENSY LIST OVER THERE!!! ITS SO LONELY!!! SOB SOB SOB!!!! so ya the message here is to just... follow? yes. well, only if you like my stuff. k thnx!

Mason

The Nonbeliever

If somebody were to find a person talking to themselves, they would probably think: a) that person's crazy b) that person needs some help c) Why is that person talking to herself? d) arguing with oneself is not a great way to show that you're sane. I had a hunch that those were some of the things that people thought as weird looks were shot at me as they walked by. Of course, I wasn't talking to myself, and I wasn't crazy. And then again... I knew what those people were thinking. I sifted through everyone's thoughts as I talked to the young man. He seemed nervous, looking around like he was waiting for something to happen. "So... what do you need me to to?" I asked, unsure of his purpose. I was puzzled by his jitteriness, always so nervous. "To just..." --he looked over his shoulder, like someone would be listening, and leaned in-- "...tell her that I'm all right. She lives in town, down on Pine Street. Her house is bright yellow and orange. You can't miss it." I nodded my head slowly. "Okay... and what's this girl's name again?" He looked over his shoulder once before whispering, "Halli." I nodded, pretending that his behavior wasn't odd at all. "Thanks." He said quietly, and then nodded at me once before getting up, and looking behind his shoulder, ran straight through a wall. I could hear his surprised yelp at the sensation at going through walls, and then he was gone. I sighed, shaking my head. Yep, I talk to ghosts. I'm a necromancer. And a psychic, but that's only reading minds. Ghosts usually find me so that I can go find specific people from their lifetime to tell them something. Trust me, I've read people's thoughts when they've opened their door to find a seventeen-year-old standing on their porch telling them that this person who died wanted you to know this and that. It wasn't the best of jobs, but it worked. This ghost that I'd just encountered wanted me to go contact his girlfriend and tell her that he was all right. Which was going to be awkward. I was only seventeen, and I'd been living on my own since two years ago, just going around helping ghosts. I got up from my table, brushed off my pants, and headed outside. I hopped into my black truck and turned up the heat. I shivered, rubbing my gloved hands together. I put my car into reverse and made my way down to Pine Street. I'd been here before; another ghost wanted me to talk to their grandchildren about some box in the attic. Always glad to help the youngsters get into more trouble. As I pulled up next to the house and got out, a strong wind blew. I shivered violently. I narrowed my eyes. A powerful wraith was here. I had to get off this road quickly if I wanted to avoid an encounter. I marched up to the porch, and knocked on the door. A woman answered the door, dark brown hair up in a bun, a long dress on. She shivered as the wind blew harder. "Yes?" she asked. "Hi, is Halli home?" I asked, my teeth clattering. She started at my light emerald green eyes and pitch black hair."Oh, yes. Here, why don't you come in? It's freezing out." she bustled me into a nice, warm living room with a crackling fire. "Take a seat. I'll be right back." She bustled up the stairs, and then came back down a minute later. "She'll be down in a moment." she said kindly. She took a seat. "Are you Halli's mother?" I asked, rubbing my hands together. "I'm Sisca Frank, by the way." She shook my hand. "Yes, I'm her mother. I'm Allison Carter. Are you one of her friends? I haven't met them all yet. She's just bringing them in by the tons." She laughed softly once. I hesitated, and then said, "No, I was a friend of Peter's. But he told me all about her." I said quietly, looking at the floor. Halli's mother wiped tears from her eyes. "Oh. I'm so sorry, sweetie. Were you close?" I shrugged halfheartedly. "Yeah. I mean, we talked once every while. I knew him from some time back..." I sighed. "Oh, Halli's taken it so hard. She just can't let go. His death took a great toll on her... I've been so worried." I nodded once. Halli came down the stairs. I looked up at her. She had light brown eyes with deep chocolate hair which flowed down her back in cascading waves. She looked at me, confused. "Mother? Who's this?" She asked warily. I smiled halfheartedly at her. She glared back at me with bitter scorn. I had to keep my friendly but sad composure on, and not turn into the tough girl that I usually was. "Honey, this is Sisca. She was a friend of...Peter's..." Allison murmured. She looked at the floor. Halli's eyes brimmed with tears. She sat down next to me. "He was fine before that! He and Carson were the best of friends! And then... then Carson got angry at him because he started dating me and..." she sobbed, crying into her hands "... and then Carson got drunk and stabbed him!" Her tears flowed freely. She kept on sobbing. I turned on my sympathetic nature and rubbed her back slowly. Very slowly, her tears began to halt. The phone rang, and her mother got up to get it. Halli smiled at me, her eyes red. "I'm sorry, Halli." I said quietly. She didn't say anything. I took a deep breath. Now for the hard part. "Halli, I have a message for you." She looked up at me, confused. "He wanted me to tell you something." She looked even more confused. "He wanted me to tell you that he was all right. That he crossed over safely." Her confusion turned to fury. She stood up quickly, her hands clenching into fists. "YOU IDIOT!" She screamed at me. "DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I'M THAT DAMN STUPID?! MY BOYFRIEND DIED AND YOU COME HERE TO MAKE FUN OF ME?! YOU ARE SO DAMN LOW! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! I HATE YOU! GET OUT!" She grabbed my coat and shoved me off the couch. I stood up, dusting myself off. I got this a lot. Now I just had to hold my cool. I looked at her coolly. "Well, I'm sorry for you. And maybe you'll someday realize what I'm saying is true. Sorry." I started walking out the door. "What happened?" Allison asked as I opened the door. I shrugged, my eyes hard. "She didn't listen." I said, and shut the door behind me. I walked to my car and drove down the road. Some people just couldn't accept the fact that the ghost of their beloved would contact somebody else. Or they just thought that people like me were wackjobs. Either way, it was their loss.

That one wasn't my favorite... but pretty good, me thinks. That's all, folks!

Mason :)>

PART 2!!!

Slayers came out from the woods on all sides. She was backed up against her kill, its giant antlers blocking the way of any slayers behind her. Her emerald green eyes flitted around, searching for an opening. Jared snorted. We were trained professionals. She couldn't escape. I pursed my lips grimly. Her eyes flitted around still, and then I suddenly realized she was looking for me. Her eyes finally found mine, and they didn't show any emotion. Her eyes were just... blank. She knew, I realized with horror. She knew everything. She knew that I was coming for her. And she didn't try to run, not very far, at least. She stared at me for a moment, and then closed her eyes. I stared in anguish. She closed her eyes, and raised a foot to step forward. NO!! I my thoughts screamed, opening my mind to her. NO! DON'T DO THIS! FIGHT BACK! Her foot froze. She set it down and opened her eyes, staring upward, towards the moon. Why not? Her cool, crisp voice penetrated my mind walls. I held in my sigh. But the slayers were all preparing themselves, moving closer, waiting for a chance to attack. Please... just... just don't. Fight back. I can't watch you die. I thought softly. Her voice lashed out, furious. THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT EARLIER! BEFORE YOU LEFT ME! Her calm face twisted a moment, but then relaxed with her self control. I'm sorry! Alliana, please, just try to escape! I can cause a distraction... please! Her head snapped forward, her smoldering eyes making me flinch. Why now? WHY NOW?! She demanded, her icy voice frosting over every inch of my mind. I didn't answer. She narrowed her eyes. Disgust dripped from her thoughts, covering up the underlying betrayal and pain. That's what I thought. Now you can just leave me to die in peace. You know it's your fault that they're here. If you would have never told your friends in the first place, they never would have come for me. I would never have been found. But this is quite the situation, isn't it? She stepped forward, before I could react. The crowd surged forward. Slayers attacked from every side, jumping over the carcass. I felt myself yell, but I seemed detached from my body. I heard a cry of pain, but I saw a fellow slayer fall to the side. So this is how it was going to end. I thought grimly. I knew that I was supposed to fear for my family, my team, but all I was fearing was the death of that vampire in the middle of the throng. Yet she seemed to be handling them better than I thought. I dove into the crowd, pushing and elbowing my way to the center. I shoved through the last bit, right in the center of the mass, with her five feet away. She snarled at a slayer next to me, and lunged, but suddenly she had a knife around her throat. Her eyes widened in fear, and she looked at me. I pursed my lips in anguish. It was my father who was holding that knife, the leader of the slayers. The knife was high at her throat, beneath the jaw. She breathed evenly, quivering. My father chuckled darkly. "Now isn't this a predicament." He drawled arrogantly. "There's only one vampire and fifty slayers. How will we divide this up?" Alliana hissed angrily. He kept going with the threats. "We can all toss our knifes at you, one by one, until you slowly die." he offered, sneering. "Or we can cut long slits into you, and let the burning of the slayer knife slowly drag out those few painful moments of your useless life." While he taunted, Alliana was planning. I could tell by the look in her eye. Dad's arrogance had made him loosen up on the knife. When he was offering her one other way of death, she grabbed his wrist, flipping it behind his back, grabbing the knife and pressing it to his throat. "Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way." she sneered, chuckling darkly. "You can let me go, and I won't kill him. Or, you can try to attack, and I'll kill him, and escape. Your choice." Trixi's infuriated voice rose above the crowd. "You're lying! There's something else you want, as well!" she snarled. Alliana's eyebrows shot up in amusement. She chuckled again. "You know me so well, little human girl." "Well, what is it, you filthy, rotten creature?!" she snapped. "A sacrifice." Alliana said, shrugging. The movement dragged the knife upward, scratching my father's throat, a trickle of blood dripping down his neck. She tensed. "Better make your choice quick." she grunted, gritting her teeth. "Or he'll be dead, either way. And maybe the rest of you, as well." Trixi glared. "We can't..." murmurs echoed through the crowd. Alliana pursed her lips as the fresh blood pulsed out. Her fangs came out of their sheaths. She looked up at all of us slowly. "Better make your choice. Now." Her voice was low and dangerous. Nobody said a word. She narrowed her eyes. "Obviously, you don't want your leader to die. So, since you have problems with making this decision, I'll decide for you." Her eyes locked on me. "You. Get over here." My feet couldn't move. I'd never been more afraid of Alliana in my life. She narrowed her eyes. "Here. Now." I stumbled as I walked forward. She released the knife from my father's throat, and set it on mine. "Stay here. Or I will come back and kill you all." She snarled, and then she grabbed me and ran. Jared looked at me, horrified. He took a step, but I narrowed my eyes at him. He froze, and then stepped back, a look of fury on his face. We disappeared into the woods. Alliana    grabbed me when we were deep into the forest, and pushed my head to the side, exposing the main artery. She sank her fangs into it, drinking deeply. My vision blurred. My lips couldn't move. And then-- I was out. I could never, ever be with Jared again, to laugh and joke with him. I would never be able to hug my sister again, to see her grow in greatness. But every day, when the night would fall, Alliana and I would always run through the woods together, hunting. Because when Alliana bit me, she sucked out all the humanity that was ever there in my body. Because when my blood mixed with hers, I was a vampire.

OMIGEEZ that was good. I've never written from the slayer's point of view before. It was interesting, but not exactly as good as my first short story. All in all, very good. So me thinks.

Mason :)>

A tale from where I have never ventured... Part 1!!!

We'd been hunting this one for months. And she'd caused us so much pain, so much fury, and so much confusion. No, I scolded myself. I will not think of this creature as a 'she'. It doesn't deserve it. Even as I thought those words, they made me flinch. Beside me, Jared was moving with amazing grace, his eyes narrowed and his jaw taut. He wasn't going to talk about it, he wasn't going to even mention it in the slightest way. He'd been there for me through the beginning, middle, and now the end. Till this hunt, anyway. I thought that maybe, once this hunt was over, he'd talk to me again. He hadn't talked to me since I'd explained my situation. He'd yelled at me for twenty minutes straight, demanding how I could have done this to the team and what the hell I was thinking. "Marc, you could have endangered this whole mission! What the hell, man?! What's your problem?! Damn, you can be so idiotic and not think about anything! And maybe if you thought once, we wouldn't be in this problem! Damn it, Marc!" he had ranted furiously, flinging his hunting knives at the base of the giant tree. I snapped out of my reverie as we came to a halt, pausing to make sure we were on track. Jared paused, bending down to check for signs of our target's visit. His usual smirk that signaled that we were on track almost came to his lips, but remembering my presence, he kept his angry frown on his face. He nodded forward, and we both took off. As we were running, another pair joined us, veering off from the side of the woods to run by our sides. Mari, my twin sister, and her best friend and my ex girlfriend, Trixi. Mari glanced at me, flashing one of her bright, excited smiles. I smiled back, hoping that it wasn't a grimace. Trixi stared forward, her dark black-brown eyes furious. She had found out along with Jared, and she was equally pissed, refusing to speak with me. I think it was more jealousy. I sighed inwardly and kept running. We could tell when we'd arrived when the cougar-like hissing began. We entered a clearing, and then I saw her--it--moonlight shining down on it perfectly, illuminating it while it was bent over the dead elk. It was protecting its kill, making sure it got every last bit. Of course, that's what vampires were. They were selfish, bloodthirsty beasts who cared only about killing. A pang of hurt jarred my heart. I knew that wasn't true. I knew it wasn't, somewhere in the back of my mind, that she really did care for me. As she stood, her silvery-black hair shimmered in the moonlight, cascading down her back in ripples of black water. My heart constricted as the cougar-like hiss escaped her throat again, warning us off. She was surrounded. 

First...ever...SHORT STORY!

Yay this is the first mini-story EVER to be posted on THIS BLOG!!! OMG OMG OMG!!!


Darkness. I was surrounded by total and utter darkness. Suspended, more like. Just hovering in midair, with nothing for miles to see---but then, that was the problem. It was so totally pitch black that nobody could see anything----nobody. A thought occurred to me suddenly. What if there wasn't anything to see? Obviously, I could tell if I was standing on something, and there wasn't. I was just simply hovering comfortably. I sighed contentedly. And how comfortable it really was. If it was possible, I might have just been inside a huge, pitch-black cloud. Suddenly, an annoying sensation tugged at the corners of my mind. My soft smile was replaced with an irritated frown. I tried to ignore it, but it seemed as if a whispering had begun in my head. Oh, great. Now Henry was going to have another reason to tease me. The voices reacted to my thoughts, it seemed, because they got quicker and more excited sounding. It was still wispy, wind chime whispers, to soft and airy to understand. Irritated, I let the blackness take over a bit more, relaxing into it, letting the weightlessness carry my mind away from the voices. The annoying whispers became more urgent, louder. They formed into a word, just one single word: Henry. Henry, Henry, Henry. I squeezed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth in anger. Yes, Henry! So what? What did Henry have to do with this? What did Henry have to do with anything?! The voices seized the chance when my peaceful walls fell, all of them surging into my head, no longer willowy whispers, now transformed into wind chime screams, demanding something all at the same time. I writhed in pain; I begged the blackness to take me back, to numb this pain. "Fight it! You have to fight it!" the voices cried as I began to sink back into the numbing contentment. Fight what? What was there to fight? Nothing, that's what. "Remember, damn you! Remember!" the voices hissed angrily. I was beginning to get frustrated with these voices echoing in my head. Couldn't they just give up? To just let me rest in peace? I already had fought. I'd fought with everything in my power! Didn't they know that?! Because they seemed to know about everything else! The voices started dying away, and they knew it, so they started speaking frantically. A bright light appeared far off. I felt like I was moving, slowly downward. My tall combat boots landed softly on something; it felt like tile. I wobbled, my legs stiff like I hadn't used them in forever. I wobbled; the blackness kept me up. I peered at the bright light, still far off. I managed to take a step, hesitantly, towards the light. Then another. The willowy whispers were still frantic, calling me away, towards the pitch-black darkness. I snorted, and turned for the brightness. I walked normally now, sauntering down the black-tiled floor, until I reached the brightness. I stared at it in confusion. A door? It was a huge wooden door, glowing a bright white, with odd runes covering it. It was just this random door in the middle of this vast space. I felt an odd tugging to open it, so I reached for the handle. The voices tried desperately to talk to me. I ignored them as my hand rested on the wooden handle. I gripped it. A sound like rain sprinkling on chimes reached my mind, and I stopped. The voices were crying, begging me to turn around and come towards them. I flinched. The crying sound cut deep into my heart, making me gasp with emotional pain. I shook my head slowly. I had to go through this door. It was how it was supposed to be; I could feel it. I pulled the door open, a brilliantly pure white pouring through the opening, illuminating the path I'd just walked. I took a step towards the door frame. A single sobbing voice came to me, sounding familiar... "Please! Please, just come back to us, just listen, please, oh please...!" I flinched away, and took another step. I lifted my foot that would put me half in, and placed it down. I was about to go all the way through when a beautifully familiar voice that I knew all too well reached my mind---Henry. Oh, Henry. "Don't do this!" his voice choked. "Please don't leave me!" I choked back tears, turning around to look. There was still nothing. And that light pulling towards the door was still there. I     lifted my other foot, and placed it on the other side of the door--- I was all the way in. I began walking away slowly. Henry's broken voice rang through my head. "No!" I turned halfway, to see out the other side of the door. The blackness was clearing, but the door was closing. I saw Henry, bent over me in a torn brokenness that ripped at my heart, sobs tearing from his chest, as he howled my name. "Aria! No, Aria!" Crying echoed through my mind---no, my ears---as the door still closed slowly. "Henry!" I choked out, turning back. I started running towards the door, one hand outstretched. The door slammed closed as I reached it; I slammed into it, trying to open the handleless door. I could hear the voices of my family, my friends, and Henry slowly disappearing along with their cries of internal torment as I was pulled away to the door and into the afterlife. 


Yeah, so a pretty cool story, I think, for just randomly deciding to sit at the computer and FINALLY BLOGGING SOME FORM OF WRITING. Hallelujia! Or however you spell it... I would have paragraphed if it wasn't for the fact that it would have appeared HUGE!! Hope you enjoyed! Please comment!!!!


Mason :)>

Announcement

Hi again! There has been a slight change in names... as you can see, below every post there is something that says: "posted by so-and-so at this time and this date". Well, my name is obviously Mason, but below it says Desdemona. That is just a screen/pen name. Just to clear up any confusion. Thanks.

Mason :)> 

Hi.

This is my blog... there's nothing really to post at the moment. Since this is a new blog, and I don't nessicarily have the time to post any poems or anything... this is what you get for now. Thanks for reading, and I'll try to post something soon!

Mason :)> (thats a vampire face, if you didn't notice)