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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Hello, readers that I don't have. How've you been? I think my entire English class may or may not be able to trace this blog back to me. Lovely, right? Because that's just what I wanted when I started writing this. For my whole class to know what I think and how I feel. I mean, yeah, I'm puting it on the internet, but it's supposed to be anonymous. So I should probably delete this before everyone finds out just how weird I really am. But since I have this misguided idea that someone out there is actually reading this (you, my darling imaginary readers), I can't bring myself to do it.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Vampire Diaries Book 1 Chapter 1 Sporking
Okay, so here's the deal. I love the CW series The Vampire Diaries, which is based on a book series by L. J. Smith. I also LOVE another L. J. Smith series, Night World. So one would assume that I would LOVE The Vampire Diaries books. Yeah, not so much. It's like Twilight. *shudders* (I know it came before Twilight, but it's like Smeyer copied and pasted from here and changed the names.) I want to slap Book Elena and Book Stefan. I haven't read anyhting about Book Damon yet, but I will probably want to slap him, too. So, while I wait in vain for this book to get better, I've decided to review and/or spork it, depending on my mood. So, without further ado, the back cover of the book containing Volumes 1 and 2:
(text in red is from the book)
A DEADLY LOVE TRIANGLE
Elena: the golden girl, the leader, the one who can have any boy she wants. *chants* Mary Su-ue *clap, clap, clapclapclap*, Mary Su-ue *clap, clap, clapclapclap*
Stefan: brooding and mysterious,there's a new one, a brooding and mysterious vampire he seems to be the only one who can resist Elena, even as he struggles to protect her from the horrors that haunt his past. This is the only one that is a sentence. Have some consistency, people!
Damon: sexy, dangerous,whoa, really, a dangerous vampire? and driven by an urge for revenge against Stefan, the brother who betrayed him. Determined to have Elena, he'd kill to possess her. Newsflash: he kills anyway. He's a VAMPIRE. And seriously, I know this book is semi-outdated, but it's from the early 90s, not the 1800s, and this is the 2007 paperback edition. So there is NO excuse for the blatant sexism.
Collected here in one volume for the first time, volumes one and two of The Vampire Diaries, the tale of two brothers and the beautiful girl torn between them. Wow, ever heard of predicates? You know, the thing that goes after the subject? Ringing any bells, Harper Collins? I'm not usually picky, but that bothers me.ONWARD
The Awakening, Chapter 1
September 4
Dear Diary,
Something awful is going to happen today.
I don't know why I wrote that. It's crazy. There's no reason for me to be upset and every reason for me to be happy, but . . .
But here I am at 5:30 in the morning, awake and scared. I keep telling myself it's just that I'm all messed up from the time difference between France and here. But that doesn't explain why I feel so scared. So lost.
The day before yesterday, while Aunt Judith and Margaret and I were driving back from the airport, I had such a strange feeling. When we turned onto our street I suddenly thought, "Mom and Dad are waiting for us at home. I bet they'll be on the front porch or in the living room looking out the window. They must have missed me so much."
I know. That sounds totally crazy.
But even when I saw the house and the empty front porch I still felt that way. I ran up the steps and I tried the door and knocked with the knocker. That's usually what you do with it. And when Aunt Judith unlocked the door I burst inside and just stood in the hallway listening, expecting to hear Mom coming down the stairs or Dad calling from the den.
Just then Aunt Judith let a suitcase crash down on the floor behind me and sighed a huge sigh as opposed to what? Coughing the sigh? and said, "We're home." And Margaret laughed. And the most horrible feeling I've ever felt in my life came over me. I've never felt so utterly and completely lost.
Home. I'm home. Why does that sound like a lie?
I was born here in Fell's Church. I've always lived in this house, always. This is my same old bedroom, with the scorch mark on the floorboards where Caroline and I tried to sneak cigarettes in 5th grade and nearly choked ourselves. Pity they didn't. You'll understand why I wish they had in a few chapters. I can look out the window wow, really? and see the big quince tree Matt and the guys climbed up to crash my birthday slumber party two years ago. This is my bed, my chair, my dresser.
But right now everything looks strange to me, as if I don't belong here. It's me that's out of place. And the worst thing is that I feel there's somewhere I do belong, but I just can't find it. Wow. Just wow. Come on L.J.!
I was too tired yesterday to go to Orientation. Like 2 pages later it says she's a senior. Why does she need to go to Orientation? Meredith picked up my schedule for me, but I didn't feel like talking to her on the phone. Aunt Judith told everyone who called that I had jet lag and was sleeping, but she watched me at dinner with a funny look on her face.
I've got to see the crowd today, though. We're supposed to meet in the parking lot before school. Is that why I'm scared? Am I frightened of them?
Elena Gilbert stopped writing. She stared at the last line she had written and then shook her head, pen hovering over the small book with the blue velvet cover. Then, with a sudden gesture, she lifted her head and threw pen and book at the big bay window, what did that journal ever do to you, Elena? where they bounced off harmlessly and landed on the upholstered window seat. It was all so completely ridiculous. I agree. Randomly throwing things at the window is ridiculous. Since when had she, Elena Gilbert, been scared of meeting people? Since when had she been scared of anything? Well, I for one am scared of Mary Sues. She stood up and angrily thrust her arms into a red silk kimono. This chick has anger issues. She didn't even glance at the elaborate Victorian mirror above the cherrywood dresser; she knew what she'd see. Elena Gilbert, cool and blond and slender, the fashion trendsetter, the high school senior, the girl every boy wanted and every girl wanted to be. Mary su-ue. *clap, clap, clapclapclap* Who just now had an unaccustomed scowl on her face and a pinch to her mouth. A hot bath and some coffee and I'll calm down, she thought. The morning ritual of washing and dressing was soothing, and she dawdled over it, sorting through her new outfits from Paris. Oh my God, it’s Massie Block. She finally chose a pale rose top and white linen shorts combo that made her look like a raspberry sundae. How is this girl a trendsetter? Really, how? Oh, wait, foreshadowing. Really bad foreshadowing. The vampire sees her as food, so…got it. Good enough to eat, she thought, yep reeeeally bad foreshadowing. Almost as bad as Smeyer’s amazing “no one was going to bite me” line. and the mirror showed a girl with a secret smile. WHY. SO. SECRETIVE? Her earlier fears had melted away, forgotten. Fun, a bipolar Mary Sue. "Elena! Where are you? You're going to be late for school!" The voice drifted faintly up from below. As opposed to drifting loudly up from above.
Elena ran the brush one more time through silky *cough* hair and pulled it back with a deep rose ribbon. Then she grabbed her backpack and went down the stairs. In the kitchen, four-year-old Margaret was eating cereal at the kitchen table, and Aunt Judith was burning something on the stove. Aunt Judith was the sort of woman who always looked vaguely flustered; she had a thin, mild face and light flyaway hair pushed back untidily. Elena landed a peck on her cheek."Good morning, everybody. Sorry I don't have time for breakfast." "But, Elena, you can't just go off without eating. You need your protein—" "I'll get a doughnut before school," said Elena briskly. Of course the Sue can eat whatever she wants and stay “slender”. She dropped a kiss on Margaret's tow head and turned to go."But, Elena—" "And I'll probably go home with Bonnie or Meredith after school, so don't wait dinner. Bye!" Whoa, and respectful to her aunt, too. Reminds me of Bella’s “I’m going to Seattle, ‘kay dad?” "Elena—" Elena was already at the front door. She closed it behind her, cutting off Aunt Judith's distant protests, and stepped out onto the front porch. And stopped. All the bad feelings of the morning rushed over her again. The anxiety, the fear. The chagrin? Or not yet? And the certainty that something terrible was about to happen. Maple Street was deserted. The tall Victorian houses looked strange and silent, as if they might all be empty inside, like the houses on an abandoned movie set. They looked as if they were empty of people, but full of strange watching things. Well that’s nice and vague. That was it; something was watching her. The sky overhead was not blue but milky and opaque, like a giant bowl turned upside down. Okay, that made no sense. The air was stifling, and Elena felt sure that there were eyes on her. Of course there are. She’s speshul. She caught sight of something dark in the branches of the old quince tree in front of the house. It was a crow, sitting as still as the yellow-tinged leaves around it. And it was the thing watching her.
She tried to tell herself that this was ridiculous, but somehow she knew. It was the biggest crow she had ever seen, plump and sleek, with rainbows shining in its black feathers. She could see every detail of it clearly: the greedy dark claws, the sharp beak, the single glittering black eye. A one-eyed crow with rainbow feathers? And no one else noticed this before our very observant Mary Sue? It was so motionless that it might have been a wax model of a bird sitting there. But as she stared at it, Elena felt herself flush slowly, heat coming in waves up her throat and cheeks. Because it was…dundundun looking at her. Gasp! Looking the way boys looked at her when she wore a bathing suit or a sheer blouse. Well it’s your own fault. Why the hell would you wear a sheer blouse?? As if it were spell check tells me that is incorrect grammar. Jeez, spell check, don’t you know the Sue is never wrong?? undressing her with its eyes. Ay dios mio. Even the birds are checking her out. This is bad.
Before she realized what she was doing, she had dropped her backpack and picked up a stone from beside the driveway. "Get out of here," she said, and heard the shaking anger in her own voice. "Go on! Get away!" With the last word, she threw the stone. God, it’s only sitting there. It’s not its fault you’re psycho. No need to abuse it. Jeez. My opinion of her just went down like 50 points. There was an explosion of leaves, but the crow soared up unharmed. Its wings were huge, and they made enough racket for a whole flock of crows. Elena crouched, suddenly panicked as it flapped directly over her head, the wind of its wings ruffling her blond hair. Of course she’s panicked. Totally understandable. I mean, what would she do if it messed up her hair after she threw a rock at it? She would die!
But it swooped up again and circled, a black silhouette against the paper-white sky. Then, with one harsh croak, it wheeled away toward the woods. Elena straightened up slowly, then glanced around, self-conscious. She couldn't believe what she had just done. Neither could PETA. But now that the bird was gone, the sky felt ordinary again. A little wind made the leaves flutter, and Elena took a deep breath. Down the street a door opened and several children poured out, liquid children? This is BAD laughing. She smiled at them, and took another breath, relief sweeping through her like sunlight. How could she have been so silly? This was a beautiful day, full of promise, and the hills are alive with the sound of music… and nothing bad was going to happen.
Nothing bad was going to happen okay we get it, nothing bad is going to happen. so pushy—except that she was going to be late getting to school. The whole crowd would be waiting for her in the parking lot. Not to mention the whole missing homeroom, getting detention thing. Wait, never mind, she can use her specialsue powers to get out of that.
You could always tell everyone you stopped to throw stones at a Peeping Tom, she thought, and almost giggled. Yeah, because throwing stones at birds is giggle-worthy. Now, that would give them something to think about. NO ONE CARES ELENA!
Without a backward glance at the quince tree, she began to walk as quickly as she could down the street.
The crow crashed through the top of the massive oak, and Stefan's head jerked up reflexively. When he saw it was only a bird, he relaxed. His eyes dropped to the limp white form in his hands, and he felt his face twist in regret. Hey Eddie! We were wondering when you were going to show up! He hadn't meant to kill it. He would have hunted something larger than a rabbit if he'd known how hungry he was. But, of course, that was the very thing that frightened him: never knowing how strong the hunger would be, or what he might have to do to satisfy it. He was lucky that this time he'd killed only a rabbit. Dang, too bad it wasn’t Elena. But really, what is with these two and their animal abusing ways? He stood beneath the ancient oak trees, sunlight filtering down onto his curly hair. In jeans and T-shirt, Stefan Salvatore looked exactly like a normal high school student.
He wasn't. Of course not! He’s Marty Stu!
Deep in the woods, where no one would see him, he'd come to feed. Now he licked at his gums and lips painstakingly, to make sure there was no stain on them. He didn't want to take any chances. This masquerade going to be hard enough to pull off as it was. What if no one came in costume? What if they ran out of punch? Oh, the stress of planning a masquerade!
For a moment he wondered, again, if he should just give it all up. Perhaps he should go back to Italy, back to his hiding place. What made him think that he could rejoin the world of daylight?
But he was tired of living in shadows. He was tired of the darkness, and of the things that lived in it. Most of all, he was just plain tired. Poor kid hadn’t slept in days. Someone kept throwing rocks at crows outside his window tired of being alone. Of course he was. Carlisle had Esme, Emmett had Rosalie, Alice had- wait, wrong shitty self-insertion vampire novel.
He wasn't sure why he'd chosen Fell's Church, Virginia. He was drawn to it by Elena’s mysterious Sue powers. It was a young town, by his standards; the oldest buildings had been put up only a century and a half ago. building(in the voice of a petulant child): hey! A century and three-quarters! But memories and ghosts of the Civil War still lived here, as real as the supermarkets and fast-food joints. I’ll have a Big Mac, a large fry, and a Coke. Would you like to add a Civil War Memory for only 25 cents? Sure.
Stefan appreciated respect for the past. He thought he might come to like the people of Forks Fell's Church. And perhaps—just perhaps—he might find a place among them.
He'd never be accepted completely, of course. No one understands meee he would seethe as he pressed his wildflowers. (That is not mine. I wish it was mine. However, it belongs to comic geniuses oxymoronassoc and saint_renegade. sidenote: If you haven’t read Growing Up Cullen you haven’t lived.) A bitter smile curved his lips at the idea. He knew better than to hope for that. There would never be a place where he could belong completely, where he could truly be himself. People tended to stare when Stefan put on his hot pink tutu and sang the national anthem of Italy backwards.
Unless he chose to belong to the shadows… Too bad he was too tired.
He slapped the thought away. Right across its face. Poor little thought. He'd renounced the darkness; he'd left the shadows behind him. He was blotting all those long years out with Bounty and starting afresh, today.
Stefan realized he was still holding the rabbit. Gently, he laid it down on the bed of brown oak leaves. Far away, too far for human ears to pick up, he recognized the noises of a fox.
Come along, brother hunter, he thought sadly as he did a rain dance. Your breakfast is waiting. Poor fox, always getting his big brother’s leftovers.
As he slung his jacket over his shoulder, he noticed the crow that had disturbed him earlier. It was still perched in the oak tree, and it seemed to be watching him. There was a wrongness about it. Oh my Rowling. We get it, the crow is significant. This is overkill.
He started to send a probing thought toward it, to examine the bird, and stopped himself. Remember your promise, he thought. You don't use the Powers unless it is absolutely necessary. Not unless there is no other choice.
Moving almost silently among the dead leaves and dry twigs, he made his way toward the edge of the woods. His car was parked there. He glanced back, once, and saw that the crow had left the branches and dropped down on the rabbit.
There was something sinister in the way it spread its wings over the limp white body, something sinister Is sinister the new chagrin? Or, rather, the old chagrin? and triumphant. Stefan's throat tightened, and he almost strode back to chase the bird away. Still, it had as much right to eat as the fox did, he told himself.
As much right as he did. Finally! Someone understands.
If he encountered the bird again, he'd look into its mind, Oh. My. Rowling. He reads minds, too. Ten bucks says he can’t read Elena’s he decided. Just now, he tore his eyes out of his skull from the sight of it and hurried on through the woods, jaw set. He didn't want to be late arriving at Robert E. Lee High School. What? Can’t he just dazzle the homeroom teacher or something?
(text in red is from the book)
A DEADLY LOVE TRIANGLE
Elena: the golden girl, the leader, the one who can have any boy she wants. *chants* Mary Su-ue *clap, clap, clapclapclap*, Mary Su-ue *clap, clap, clapclapclap*
Stefan: brooding and mysterious,there's a new one, a brooding and mysterious vampire he seems to be the only one who can resist Elena, even as he struggles to protect her from the horrors that haunt his past. This is the only one that is a sentence. Have some consistency, people!
Damon: sexy, dangerous,whoa, really, a dangerous vampire? and driven by an urge for revenge against Stefan, the brother who betrayed him. Determined to have Elena, he'd kill to possess her. Newsflash: he kills anyway. He's a VAMPIRE. And seriously, I know this book is semi-outdated, but it's from the early 90s, not the 1800s, and this is the 2007 paperback edition. So there is NO excuse for the blatant sexism.
Collected here in one volume for the first time, volumes one and two of The Vampire Diaries, the tale of two brothers and the beautiful girl torn between them. Wow, ever heard of predicates? You know, the thing that goes after the subject? Ringing any bells, Harper Collins? I'm not usually picky, but that bothers me.ONWARD
The Awakening, Chapter 1
September 4
Dear Diary,
Something awful is going to happen today.
I don't know why I wrote that. It's crazy. There's no reason for me to be upset and every reason for me to be happy, but . . .
But here I am at 5:30 in the morning, awake and scared. I keep telling myself it's just that I'm all messed up from the time difference between France and here. But that doesn't explain why I feel so scared. So lost.
The day before yesterday, while Aunt Judith and Margaret and I were driving back from the airport, I had such a strange feeling. When we turned onto our street I suddenly thought, "Mom and Dad are waiting for us at home. I bet they'll be on the front porch or in the living room looking out the window. They must have missed me so much."
I know. That sounds totally crazy.
But even when I saw the house and the empty front porch I still felt that way. I ran up the steps and I tried the door and knocked with the knocker. That's usually what you do with it. And when Aunt Judith unlocked the door I burst inside and just stood in the hallway listening, expecting to hear Mom coming down the stairs or Dad calling from the den.
Just then Aunt Judith let a suitcase crash down on the floor behind me and sighed a huge sigh as opposed to what? Coughing the sigh? and said, "We're home." And Margaret laughed. And the most horrible feeling I've ever felt in my life came over me. I've never felt so utterly and completely lost.
Home. I'm home. Why does that sound like a lie?
I was born here in Fell's Church. I've always lived in this house, always. This is my same old bedroom, with the scorch mark on the floorboards where Caroline and I tried to sneak cigarettes in 5th grade and nearly choked ourselves. Pity they didn't. You'll understand why I wish they had in a few chapters. I can look out the window wow, really? and see the big quince tree Matt and the guys climbed up to crash my birthday slumber party two years ago. This is my bed, my chair, my dresser.
But right now everything looks strange to me, as if I don't belong here. It's me that's out of place. And the worst thing is that I feel there's somewhere I do belong, but I just can't find it. Wow. Just wow. Come on L.J.!
I was too tired yesterday to go to Orientation. Like 2 pages later it says she's a senior. Why does she need to go to Orientation? Meredith picked up my schedule for me, but I didn't feel like talking to her on the phone. Aunt Judith told everyone who called that I had jet lag and was sleeping, but she watched me at dinner with a funny look on her face.
I've got to see the crowd today, though. We're supposed to meet in the parking lot before school. Is that why I'm scared? Am I frightened of them?
Elena Gilbert stopped writing. She stared at the last line she had written and then shook her head, pen hovering over the small book with the blue velvet cover. Then, with a sudden gesture, she lifted her head and threw pen and book at the big bay window, what did that journal ever do to you, Elena? where they bounced off harmlessly and landed on the upholstered window seat. It was all so completely ridiculous. I agree. Randomly throwing things at the window is ridiculous. Since when had she, Elena Gilbert, been scared of meeting people? Since when had she been scared of anything? Well, I for one am scared of Mary Sues. She stood up and angrily thrust her arms into a red silk kimono. This chick has anger issues. She didn't even glance at the elaborate Victorian mirror above the cherrywood dresser; she knew what she'd see. Elena Gilbert, cool and blond and slender, the fashion trendsetter, the high school senior, the girl every boy wanted and every girl wanted to be. Mary su-ue. *clap, clap, clapclapclap* Who just now had an unaccustomed scowl on her face and a pinch to her mouth. A hot bath and some coffee and I'll calm down, she thought. The morning ritual of washing and dressing was soothing, and she dawdled over it, sorting through her new outfits from Paris. Oh my God, it’s Massie Block. She finally chose a pale rose top and white linen shorts combo that made her look like a raspberry sundae. How is this girl a trendsetter? Really, how? Oh, wait, foreshadowing. Really bad foreshadowing. The vampire sees her as food, so…got it. Good enough to eat, she thought, yep reeeeally bad foreshadowing. Almost as bad as Smeyer’s amazing “no one was going to bite me” line. and the mirror showed a girl with a secret smile. WHY. SO. SECRETIVE? Her earlier fears had melted away, forgotten. Fun, a bipolar Mary Sue. "Elena! Where are you? You're going to be late for school!" The voice drifted faintly up from below. As opposed to drifting loudly up from above.
Elena ran the brush one more time through silky *cough* hair and pulled it back with a deep rose ribbon. Then she grabbed her backpack and went down the stairs. In the kitchen, four-year-old Margaret was eating cereal at the kitchen table, and Aunt Judith was burning something on the stove. Aunt Judith was the sort of woman who always looked vaguely flustered; she had a thin, mild face and light flyaway hair pushed back untidily. Elena landed a peck on her cheek."Good morning, everybody. Sorry I don't have time for breakfast." "But, Elena, you can't just go off without eating. You need your protein—" "I'll get a doughnut before school," said Elena briskly. Of course the Sue can eat whatever she wants and stay “slender”. She dropped a kiss on Margaret's tow head and turned to go."But, Elena—" "And I'll probably go home with Bonnie or Meredith after school, so don't wait dinner. Bye!" Whoa, and respectful to her aunt, too. Reminds me of Bella’s “I’m going to Seattle, ‘kay dad?” "Elena—" Elena was already at the front door. She closed it behind her, cutting off Aunt Judith's distant protests, and stepped out onto the front porch. And stopped. All the bad feelings of the morning rushed over her again. The anxiety, the fear. The chagrin? Or not yet? And the certainty that something terrible was about to happen. Maple Street was deserted. The tall Victorian houses looked strange and silent, as if they might all be empty inside, like the houses on an abandoned movie set. They looked as if they were empty of people, but full of strange watching things. Well that’s nice and vague. That was it; something was watching her. The sky overhead was not blue but milky and opaque, like a giant bowl turned upside down. Okay, that made no sense. The air was stifling, and Elena felt sure that there were eyes on her. Of course there are. She’s speshul. She caught sight of something dark in the branches of the old quince tree in front of the house. It was a crow, sitting as still as the yellow-tinged leaves around it. And it was the thing watching her.
She tried to tell herself that this was ridiculous, but somehow she knew. It was the biggest crow she had ever seen, plump and sleek, with rainbows shining in its black feathers. She could see every detail of it clearly: the greedy dark claws, the sharp beak, the single glittering black eye. A one-eyed crow with rainbow feathers? And no one else noticed this before our very observant Mary Sue? It was so motionless that it might have been a wax model of a bird sitting there. But as she stared at it, Elena felt herself flush slowly, heat coming in waves up her throat and cheeks. Because it was…dundundun looking at her. Gasp! Looking the way boys looked at her when she wore a bathing suit or a sheer blouse. Well it’s your own fault. Why the hell would you wear a sheer blouse?? As if it were spell check tells me that is incorrect grammar. Jeez, spell check, don’t you know the Sue is never wrong?? undressing her with its eyes. Ay dios mio. Even the birds are checking her out. This is bad.
Before she realized what she was doing, she had dropped her backpack and picked up a stone from beside the driveway. "Get out of here," she said, and heard the shaking anger in her own voice. "Go on! Get away!" With the last word, she threw the stone. God, it’s only sitting there. It’s not its fault you’re psycho. No need to abuse it. Jeez. My opinion of her just went down like 50 points. There was an explosion of leaves, but the crow soared up unharmed. Its wings were huge, and they made enough racket for a whole flock of crows. Elena crouched, suddenly panicked as it flapped directly over her head, the wind of its wings ruffling her blond hair. Of course she’s panicked. Totally understandable. I mean, what would she do if it messed up her hair after she threw a rock at it? She would die!
But it swooped up again and circled, a black silhouette against the paper-white sky. Then, with one harsh croak, it wheeled away toward the woods. Elena straightened up slowly, then glanced around, self-conscious. She couldn't believe what she had just done. Neither could PETA. But now that the bird was gone, the sky felt ordinary again. A little wind made the leaves flutter, and Elena took a deep breath. Down the street a door opened and several children poured out, liquid children? This is BAD laughing. She smiled at them, and took another breath, relief sweeping through her like sunlight. How could she have been so silly? This was a beautiful day, full of promise, and the hills are alive with the sound of music… and nothing bad was going to happen.
Nothing bad was going to happen okay we get it, nothing bad is going to happen. so pushy—except that she was going to be late getting to school. The whole crowd would be waiting for her in the parking lot. Not to mention the whole missing homeroom, getting detention thing. Wait, never mind, she can use her specialsue powers to get out of that.
You could always tell everyone you stopped to throw stones at a Peeping Tom, she thought, and almost giggled. Yeah, because throwing stones at birds is giggle-worthy. Now, that would give them something to think about. NO ONE CARES ELENA!
Without a backward glance at the quince tree, she began to walk as quickly as she could down the street.
The crow crashed through the top of the massive oak, and Stefan's head jerked up reflexively. When he saw it was only a bird, he relaxed. His eyes dropped to the limp white form in his hands, and he felt his face twist in regret. Hey Eddie! We were wondering when you were going to show up! He hadn't meant to kill it. He would have hunted something larger than a rabbit if he'd known how hungry he was. But, of course, that was the very thing that frightened him: never knowing how strong the hunger would be, or what he might have to do to satisfy it. He was lucky that this time he'd killed only a rabbit. Dang, too bad it wasn’t Elena. But really, what is with these two and their animal abusing ways? He stood beneath the ancient oak trees, sunlight filtering down onto his curly hair. In jeans and T-shirt, Stefan Salvatore looked exactly like a normal high school student.
He wasn't. Of course not! He’s Marty Stu!
Deep in the woods, where no one would see him, he'd come to feed. Now he licked at his gums and lips painstakingly, to make sure there was no stain on them. He didn't want to take any chances. This masquerade going to be hard enough to pull off as it was. What if no one came in costume? What if they ran out of punch? Oh, the stress of planning a masquerade!
For a moment he wondered, again, if he should just give it all up. Perhaps he should go back to Italy, back to his hiding place. What made him think that he could rejoin the world of daylight?
But he was tired of living in shadows. He was tired of the darkness, and of the things that lived in it. Most of all, he was just plain tired. Poor kid hadn’t slept in days. Someone kept throwing rocks at crows outside his window tired of being alone. Of course he was. Carlisle had Esme, Emmett had Rosalie, Alice had- wait, wrong shitty self-insertion vampire novel.
He wasn't sure why he'd chosen Fell's Church, Virginia. He was drawn to it by Elena’s mysterious Sue powers. It was a young town, by his standards; the oldest buildings had been put up only a century and a half ago. building(in the voice of a petulant child): hey! A century and three-quarters! But memories and ghosts of the Civil War still lived here, as real as the supermarkets and fast-food joints. I’ll have a Big Mac, a large fry, and a Coke. Would you like to add a Civil War Memory for only 25 cents? Sure.
Stefan appreciated respect for the past. He thought he might come to like the people of Forks Fell's Church. And perhaps—just perhaps—he might find a place among them.
He'd never be accepted completely, of course. No one understands meee he would seethe as he pressed his wildflowers. (That is not mine. I wish it was mine. However, it belongs to comic geniuses oxymoronassoc and saint_renegade. sidenote: If you haven’t read Growing Up Cullen you haven’t lived.) A bitter smile curved his lips at the idea. He knew better than to hope for that. There would never be a place where he could belong completely, where he could truly be himself. People tended to stare when Stefan put on his hot pink tutu and sang the national anthem of Italy backwards.
Unless he chose to belong to the shadows… Too bad he was too tired.
He slapped the thought away. Right across its face. Poor little thought. He'd renounced the darkness; he'd left the shadows behind him. He was blotting all those long years out with Bounty and starting afresh, today.
Stefan realized he was still holding the rabbit. Gently, he laid it down on the bed of brown oak leaves. Far away, too far for human ears to pick up, he recognized the noises of a fox.
Come along, brother hunter, he thought sadly as he did a rain dance. Your breakfast is waiting. Poor fox, always getting his big brother’s leftovers.
As he slung his jacket over his shoulder, he noticed the crow that had disturbed him earlier. It was still perched in the oak tree, and it seemed to be watching him. There was a wrongness about it. Oh my Rowling. We get it, the crow is significant. This is overkill.
He started to send a probing thought toward it, to examine the bird, and stopped himself. Remember your promise, he thought. You don't use the Powers unless it is absolutely necessary. Not unless there is no other choice.
Moving almost silently among the dead leaves and dry twigs, he made his way toward the edge of the woods. His car was parked there. He glanced back, once, and saw that the crow had left the branches and dropped down on the rabbit.
There was something sinister in the way it spread its wings over the limp white body, something sinister Is sinister the new chagrin? Or, rather, the old chagrin? and triumphant. Stefan's throat tightened, and he almost strode back to chase the bird away. Still, it had as much right to eat as the fox did, he told himself.
As much right as he did. Finally! Someone understands.
If he encountered the bird again, he'd look into its mind, Oh. My. Rowling. He reads minds, too. Ten bucks says he can’t read Elena’s he decided. Just now, he tore his eyes out of his skull from the sight of it and hurried on through the woods, jaw set. He didn't want to be late arriving at Robert E. Lee High School. What? Can’t he just dazzle the homeroom teacher or something?
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Post about posting (wow I am crap at blogging)
Okay, I am wondering what to write about (I have a couple ideas, but nothing seems right for a first real post), and I started looking at other people's blogs. I noticed two things:
1. Okay, why is it that there is no easy way to search for a blog or just browse anything other than the "blogs of note"?? Shouldn't there be categories or something so you can find a blog to read? Are we really all so self-centered that when we log on all we want to see is stuff about our own blog?
2. I assumed people talked about issues or something other people can relate to or wrote about funny things that happen in their everyday life. Or maybe chronicled something even remotely interesting. Yeah, so far not so much. Anyone have an interesting blog that's more than just a million pictures of their kids? Umm... no offense but where's the writing?
I need to be steered in the direction of a good blog. I need to write something remotely interesting. I need to change out of my pajamas at some point today.
1. Okay, why is it that there is no easy way to search for a blog or just browse anything other than the "blogs of note"?? Shouldn't there be categories or something so you can find a blog to read? Are we really all so self-centered that when we log on all we want to see is stuff about our own blog?
2. I assumed people talked about issues or something other people can relate to or wrote about funny things that happen in their everyday life. Or maybe chronicled something even remotely interesting. Yeah, so far not so much. Anyone have an interesting blog that's more than just a million pictures of their kids? Umm... no offense but where's the writing?
I need to be steered in the direction of a good blog. I need to write something remotely interesting. I need to change out of my pajamas at some point today.
Hello Everyone!
Hi. My name is Taylor. I'm just your typical teenage girl, trying to figure out who I am, who I want to be, yadda yadda yadda. This is my blog, which will probably cover some random topics, if I actually ever get around to posting on it. And, you know, if I ever get some readers.
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