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Yes, gorgeous readers, you read that right: Part 1 of the Epilogue.
This chapter was becoming epic, and by “epic” I mean “too long when compared with previous chapters”, so we co-writers decided to split the beast into two separate entities: Part 1, and…you guessed it… Part 2 – to be fantastically completed by the ever-awesome JR Watkins.
Enjoy, and tell me what you think:
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There are plenty of reasons to ask for a window seat. For starters you can lean on the window if you want to sleep, and you never have to get up for someone else! But it’s what’s outside of that window that is most compelling. The world is a wonderful place, one that looks entirely different from above. From sunrises and sunsets to landscapes, cityscapes and all kinds of cloud formations in between; there’s beauty out there as far as the eye can see.
Here are 27 reasons you should always ask for a window seat.
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Apparently “…bad things would happen if you did kiss before marriage.” in this story…
A fantastic one-shot by the awesome and talented Bertie Bott (nag her to write more of this, ok??):
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This one-shot is dedicated to each and every one of you for your continued support – in reviews, award votes, or just secretly reading without even letting me know you’re here I am thankful and indebted to you all and I hope you enjoy this fun, snarky one-shot I’ve written in thanks. To Kittyinaz – thanks for inspiring me to write my own Damon/Bella stories; and to Meridian – thanks for the planting the seed
For those of you who are “Thirsty” I hope to quench your thirst this weekend, followed by a little “Set My Soul Alight” for dessert…
Happy reading y’all!
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This is definitely well worth the read. This guy is both serious and funny. It’s a great combo. (In his articles, he rocks his majestic snark quite well.)
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Interesting story – give it a shot!!
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I want to thank everyone who decided to give this new story a shot… I know it’s an unusual pairing and story crossover, but I hope you’ll agree with me that there’s a lot of potential there. I’m excited to hear your thoughts as the plot progresses…
To those wondering, I’m following the movie plot for Avengers, but I may pull from the comics here and there. Obviously I’ve taken some liberties with Bella’s past and Hawkeye’s origin story, but I’m trying to stay as in character as possible. Let me know what you think
Writing my version of Eric and Sookie has been a frightening and exhilarating experience. Godric? Sure, no problem…I can do SEVERAL versions of Godric. Andre? Absolutely – love my li’l extremely fierce, somewhat pissy Andre! But Eric? Sookie? Erm, well… Scary. Envelope-pushing. Fun. Rinse. Repeat.
The support I’ve received for this story has been INCREDIBLE so far, and I’m really nervous about disappointing anyone with Chapter 2.. But I have to admit that every single review I’ve received has been very helpful, encouraging, and, honestly, inspiring.
Without further ado (considering the monumental A/N in the story…):
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You know I love a good rant…
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-Also known as the erotica genre.
Or more specifically; the paranormal/fantasy erotica category.
Look, I like a rugged were-puma on the prowl for his mate as much as the next gal, and I love that e-books now provide a less virus-inducing way of getting my sweaty hands on mythical monster-fun than Googling
“unicorns gone wild” ”vampire + virgin”, but… seriously, what’s going on?
I thought we all (we, being women) agreed that men like their kinks straight-up and with the plot line of a 200 meter sprint, and we (again, women), as the sophisticated, complex half of the species, prefer some character depth, some emotional motivation behind actions and reactions… some goddamn story.
Wasn’t that the deal?
Then why is it that I flick through one novella or short story after the other, and 96% of the time it’s all ‘and instant animal attraction ensured all logic went out…
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Eric nudged Godric. “She’s at it again,” he whispered as he glanced toward his Maker to make sure he was watching her progress instead of pining after his Cara.
Godric obligingly looked over at the busy writer, and allowed a brief grin to grace his firm lips. “Ah, yes, so she is.”
The Other Eric, the one fervently wishing the short round brunette was writing about himself, snorted. “She had best come up with something good. Can you believe it? She’s got me writing letters to Sookie. Letters! Gagh,” he spat. He wanted action and romance, and while he doubted that the so-called writer would let him, he wanted to command Sookie to look at him while he poked and rubbed her internal love cave until she screamed his name. He loved it when she screamed…it made him feel like such a man. He sighed his impatience dramatically.
The Other Godric, the one on the back burner for so very long, scoffed at the other vampires. He had been patiently waiting to continue his own story with his own Cara for months upon months now. The waiting was killing him, but he kept a firm hold… anticipating was, indeed, half the pleasure. “Patience, my dear friends, patience. She is only one woman with many more responsibilities than just writing her stories, or “fics” as I’ve heard them called. You must allow her flighty muses a chance to settle down.”
For the millionth time that night, Other Eric once again wished that this Godric of such respect and fame had been his Maker. He would readily admit that he was thoroughly envious of that Eric for having such a kind, generous, knowledgeable and respectful Master. The ancient vampire had such a presence, such a personal power about himself, and had a reputation the world ’round for being calm, cool, and collected.
Ah well, he considered, at least this idiot writer, who had him writing fucking LETTERS of all things, was attempting to write his story. That Eric could fuck off for the time being. And this writer did have a reputation for giving her stories “happily ever afters” – a nice consolation for having to wait for so damn long.
The gathered vampires turned en masse at the growled explicative, and all but one was alarmed to see who had joined them in their collective waiting. However, seeing a third and a forth Eric in their midst didn’t surprise them a bit.
They all nodded warily and shuffled a bit to make room for the tall blond torturer.
“Andre,” welcomed one of the Erics as he shoved a warm bottle of Royalty Blended toward the slightly younger vampire. At least this writer had the sense to provide them with something better than that putrid True Blood everyone faked a rave about but no one believed.
“She’s on a new story? Really? Like she wasn’t slack-assing on enough already,” Andre ranted furiously. “I’ve got too much to do for her to be wasting her time like this! I have a fight to prepare for, a kingdom to take over, my Mate to prepare to take her rightful place as my queen, and my normal duties to perform! I don’t have time for this shit!” He flung himself into his seat and banged his fist on the table.
Other Godric just smiled in understanding as he placed a restraining hand on Andre’s clinched fist. “Calm yourself or risk worrying your Mate, young one. Your time will come.”
The Erics watched as Andre did, in fact, successfully attempt to calm himself. Shocked, a couple of the Erics wondered just how much power this Mate of his held over him. No one controlled Andre except Queen Sophie-Anne, and even she worked “with” him, never “over” him.
The writer once again drew their attention as she rose to make herself another cup of coffee. Well, Godric didn’t notice…he had returned to contemplating just how to get into his Cara’s pants. Although it was hit and miss there for a few minutes, he had truly enjoyed spending time with her in her apartment, and she seemed to have enjoyed it, too. Was it too soon to fuck her yet? They had talked, after all. He really wanted to fuck her. And drink her, too, but mainly he just wanted to thrust his hard, cool man part into her soft, warm, wet woman part over and over until they screamed each other’s names. Then he wanted to do it again. And again…
Eric smirked as he gave up on trying to keep his beloved Maker’s attention focused, then sighed as he thought once again about this Sookie who was driving him crazy. Why couldn’t she just admit that she wanted to fuck him as much as he wanted to fuck her? Well, maybe not quite as much, after all he did have more than a thousand years of sexual experience and knew much more than she the pleasures that could be gotten from flesh rubbing against flesh. He hated having to admit that he was just as captivated by her fire and her loving generosity as he was with her luscious body.
As the writer finally went back to her seat with two cups of coffee – did she really need one for each hand? – one of the newest Erics began thinking about his own problems with his own Maker who was curiously absent from this impromptu meeting. He had to do something about rectifying the situation with the FoTS, and he had to be sure that Raban, he mentally cursed the name, paid for his crimes. The only reason he was wasting time watching the slow-ass writer was because the upcoming chapter, the one everyone was waiting on, was her responsibility instead of the other co-writer of his story. He admired how well the two writers had managed to work together, and hoped they were serious about giving his story a happy ending.
Finally! Success! Her pudgy little fingers were actually banging out words on that rather dusty keyboard! Ahhh! A whole page! She’d managed to write a whole page! There was progress being….shit.
Annnnd, here comes a cat. Admittedly he was a beautiful cat, very large with long solid-black fur and a fox-like tail, but damn, he couldn’t entertain his own self to save his life, could he?
Seeing how things were going, Other Godric shook his head and rose. “Erics, Andre, my son,” he nodded toward his own Child silently observing the proceedings. He was happily Mated with his own Sookie, but didn’t mind providing silent support to the Erics, and others, who weren’t yet so lucky.
“I bid you adieu. My story is many more months away, so I shall return to my own Cara. Godric,” he called, hoping to gain the ancient vampire’s attention, “whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t.” He chuckled at his likeness’s guilty reaction. “Your Cara, if she is anything like mine, will always surprise you and keep you on your toes. Give her time, let her come to know who you really are, and her love will heal all your wounds. You may trust me, and yourself, on this. Treat her with patience, complete honesty, and respect. Allow your humor to shine through, and your intelligence. She will amaze you.” He held the other vampire’s eye long enough to be sure that his warning and advice were accepted before turning to the vampires not his own.
“Erics? The same advice applies to you, and to you, as well, Andre. Always respect your women, treat them well and with loyalty, compassion, and sensuality. Never command or order them for they will not accept your domination. They are your equals and you will fair best if you remember that at all times.” When he sensed their discomfort at his last statement, he paused to regain their complete attention.
“Yes, you are older and much more experienced than they are. Yes, it is your responsibility to protect them, and to guide and educate them about your world. You will do this in a loving manner,” he commanded strongly, “because you love them, not to own or command them in any way. Yes,” he snickered at their confused and disbelieving expressions, “I said “love” because that is exactly what you feel for your ladies. You will see,” he assured them softly.
“Take your time, use your words, and never order, compel, or belittle them. Listen to them, and ensure that they hear you and your words. Remember that this is all new to them, and allow them the chance to grow and bask in your respectful admiration.”
With a nod, the ancient vampire was gone.
Slightly shocked and with much to consider, the other vampires slowly departed, each lost in his own thoughts.
The writer grinned.
The muses drank her other cup of coffee and apologized for biting her thumb.
Yes, I have several other stories needing chapters (Andre…Decisions…DAC with my co-writer, and we won’t mention any others…) therefore I decided to write a two-, maybe three-chapter short story about how Eric’s marital incarceration coulda/shoulda ended.
I hope you like it – let me know what you think, and if I could continue it or not.
This is my first poll on here, so yeah, I hope it works…
Is there anything (WITHIN REASON, sorry…!) you would like to see happen in Andre (The Revealing of Andre) before it ends? There are still several big plot-things in the works, and if I cram each chapter full, there are about 5-ish chapters left. (Don’t quote me on that b/c you KNOW how these things can go…) But if I’ve left something out or you’d like more explanation of an action or angle, etc., now’s the time to lemme know.
I may or may not be able to use any suggestions, but I’d love to know what you think and what you want more (or perhaps less?) of in this story.
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I’ve been told that I should show more of my words than just the ones in story form. It’s been an off day, so here’s this:
Have you ever felt like you’ve just been around way too long, that you’ve already walked way too many miles in your shoes, only, you’re barefoot?
Have you ever felt like you’ll never see or hear or feel anything new ever again, that you’ve seen or heard or felt all there is, and that there is nothing new left in the world?
Have you ever been fed up, pissed off, disgusted, irate, bitter, angry, disillusioned, frustrated, furious, aggravated, inconsolable, melancholy, abandoned, disheartened, cynical, jaded, and just plain worn the fuck out, but you didn’t even know exactly why?
Have you ever felt like you couldn’t pinpoint one specific thing that’s wrong because it’s all caused by a huge fucked up conglomeration of ALL things, but even then, you still couldn’t point to even twenty instances and say, “That’s why I feel this way” because there’s an angry miasma settling down over every single part of your life, your day, your night, your everything?
Welcome to my world. You are not alone.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled life.
The Rantery is still open 24/7!
Since before July of last year (“before” because when I changed the comment scheme, it messed with the dates for some fucked up reason), I’ve had a blast “ranting” and reading your own awesome rants – this has seriously been a blast!
I’m always adding to it or tweaking what I’ve got, and you’re always welcome to drop by and add your own gripes and “Ugh, srsly?”s as you think of them. Your contributions don’t have to be from the TB/SVM universe, either – no matter the genre, if you read fanfics, then you’ve probably got gripes, and the only “medication” for gripes is to share them!
NOTICE: I just have to ask that no one mention any story or writer by name – we’re not here to insult any one person or to name bad/horrible stories. Should a story or writer be mentioned by name in any way other than in a truly complimentary manner, that comment will be deleted. Mocking specific stories is best done in PM’s and emails…
There may be a lot of writers whose works I don’t like, that I find annoying or pro-abuse, but I will not allow those writers to be named here.
However, we can point fingers all day long at overused, unnecessary, laughable, trite, horrid, disrespectful, misogynistic, abuse-oriented, abuse-disguised-as-love, and eye-roll-worthy “plot devices”. Laughter and cussing are highly encouraged. (Don’t curse, though, because you KNOW how those demons get…)
Keep in mind that the things I write are just my own gripes, observations, etc. No one is in any way required to agree with them, but I love you more when you do.
I have a suspicion that these lists will end up long…very, very long…
Thanks for your support, and like I’ve repeated a billion times: feel free to contribute!
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Thanks to all who has continued to read the story. This chapter has been in works for a very long time. It’s finally here, and I do hope you won’t hate me for the cliffy.
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If I type really fast, I can get this posted right as it turns 5 am… Yeah, I’ve been up all night, but that’s actually normal, lol
I’m sure there are things of high importance that I’m supposed to be including in this post, but damn if I can ever remember what those kinds of things actually are, so:
Here’s Ch 9 – Hope you like!
Here’s wishing that every single one of you will make 2014 the very best year that it could possibly be.
Wish for the stars, reach for the moon, and don’t take ‘no’ for an answer unless it really is in your best interest. You are your OWN best friend, and when you work together with yourself, ANYTHING is possible.
Health, peace, joy, curiosity, motivation, intrigue, excitement, love, giggle fits, and fascination – I wish them all for you.
I hope you like!
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