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 :)>