ADVENT CALENDAR - December 1st for aliensouldream
So, here we are, at last... December! ^o^
My very favorite month! ;)
And not only because I'm born in December but because it is a month when everyone is happier, it is a "special" month to make people happy!♥
I know I'm quiet behind with a lot of writings... But you do know me, I always write what I promise, so, I'll!^^
But, firstly, here I am for the very first day of my Advent Calendar! \^O^/
For aliensouldream
December 1st
Character(s)/Pairing: Casey/Zeke
Fandom: The Faculty
Title: Zekeewocky
Prompt by phantomreviewer
Song: Jabberwocky by Lewis Caroll
ZEKEEWOCKY
Casey came back to his grandparents for Christmas this year, unfortunately. It hadn’t come for years.
It’s not that he didn’t like his relatives or celebrating Christmas in family, even at eighteen, no, that definitely wasn’t Casey’s problem. Casey’s problem was that he didn’t like Christmas. Wait, that one wasn’t true either. Casey did like Christmas, its lights, its cheeriness, its spirit but he didn’t like Christmas at his grandparents’ house, never had.
Since he could remember Casey’s been in this house every Christmases as a child, he always got great presents and food to kill for. The festivities were big and worth it but he would always end alone in his too big bed at night.
Casey growled at the thought. Alone, he wished he could be. He had never actually felt alone in this room, never.
Even now, at eighteen, he was scared to death by this bid mirror hanging in the room, one his grandmother was so fond of, one his mother never agreed to move even for his sake. Nobody seemed to be aware of what was hiding in there, something scaring, something embittered something mean.
Something Casey has seen the very first Christmas he was sleeping in this room, something that was calling to him every night since then when he was sleeping here, something that wanted him, his very soul. He just couldn’t look at the mirror, fearing to see its face again, but he just couldn’t turn his back to it, fearing to have it walked through it. It was ridiculous! He knew it. For sure, it was just his imagination then, his too rich child’s imagination.
Casey frowned. Once again he was feeling something was wrong here, once again he felt like the creature was whispering to him. It just couldn’t go on. Casey sighed and sat. He was now looking straight at the mirror. He just needed to know. He was a man now and he couldn’t be afraid of a fairy tale.
Slowly he got up and walked to the mirror, never leaving it from its sigh, not even daring to blink. Finally, he stood in front of it, frowning. He couldn’t hear a noise, he couldn’t see anything. He gently brushed his fingers against the smooth and cold surface and …nothing. Casey laughed aloud. He had been such a sissy! All those years being scared of a little mirror for nothing! He had always known that it had always been a nightmare, that it had never actually happened, this scary face in the mirror. It was just his imagination, nothing more, nothing less. He dropped his head against the mirror and sighed deeply, free, at last.
What happened next, he could never say.
One moment he was in his warm bedroom, the other he was standing in a cold darkness. He couldn’t hear a thing but felt a strange breeze on his skin.
“At lassst, you’re heeere, Aliccce” mocked a voice behind him.
Casey turned around and saw nothing.
“Who’s there?” asked Casey, startled and scared.
Has he fallen asleep in front of the mirror?
“You’re not sssleeping, Beauty, even lesss dreaming, Goldilocksss” sensually whispered the deep voice.
“I’m not blond nor I am that Alice!” cried Casey to the… Wait… Sensually?!
“I’m a boy, a man, for God sake! Who are you? Show yourself!” Added Casey now really really scared.
That voice was just too scaring and too…endearing.
Casey jumped when he felt burning hands on his hips and a warm breath on his neck.
“Believe me, I know” hissed the voice.
Casey froze, feeling that too hot body leaning against him, closing around him, those big hands gently but possessively stroking his stomach, waking some feelings and daydreams he never allowed himself. It felt pretty good even if he was scared to death. Where was he? What was that creature? Could all of those nightmares be true, then?
Casey carefully moved his hands over the creature's, feeling the strange skin under his fingers. It feels like scales, really soft scales. The creature growled.
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you” gently whispered Casey, trying to catch his own breath.
“I ssshould be the one sssaying that…or not” hissed the voice “You didn’t belieeeve it the firssst tiiime I talked to you”
Casey remembered that night all too well, the child’s face in the mirror, the face of a reptile with red burning eyes.
He gulped and his heart beat faster.
“I jussst wanted to beee your friend thhhen, I would have leeet you essscaped ” hissed the voice while the grip of the creature became stronger.
He was slowly lulling Casey, his soft nose stroking Casey’s nape.
“And what now?” gulped Casey.
He was scared and aroused at the same time. He was holding on the creature’s hands like to a lifeline.
“Now…” the creature was deeply sniffing his neck, humming “Now I’ll keep you all to myssselfff”
When the creature’s lips found his in the darkness, Casey’s felt his pulse speed up, tasted the dragon’s sweet venom and understood he would never crossed back the mirror.
“Merry Chrissstmasss to me” whispered the creature against Casey’s warm and wanting lips.
♥♥♥♥♥
LYRICS
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Meme: Fanfic for CHRISTMAS!!!
REQUEST : A FICLET FOR CHRISTMAS 2011
Day
For
Fandom
Character(s)/Pairing
Prompt
From
1 *
aliensouldream
THE FACULTY
Casey/Zeke
Jabberwocky by Lewis Caroll
phantomreviewer
I really hope you'll like it, hon!
I know it is kind of strange for a Christmas Ficlet... I still hope you'll enjoy it♥
My very favorite month! ;)
And not only because I'm born in December but because it is a month when everyone is happier, it is a "special" month to make people happy!♥
I know I'm quiet behind with a lot of writings... But you do know me, I always write what I promise, so, I'll!^^
But, firstly, here I am for the very first day of my Advent Calendar! \^O^/
For aliensouldream
December 1st
Character(s)/Pairing: Casey/Zeke
Fandom: The Faculty
Title: Zekeewocky
Prompt by phantomreviewer
Song: Jabberwocky by Lewis Caroll
ZEKEEWOCKY
Click to viewCasey came back to his grandparents for Christmas this year, unfortunately. It hadn’t come for years.
It’s not that he didn’t like his relatives or celebrating Christmas in family, even at eighteen, no, that definitely wasn’t Casey’s problem. Casey’s problem was that he didn’t like Christmas. Wait, that one wasn’t true either. Casey did like Christmas, its lights, its cheeriness, its spirit but he didn’t like Christmas at his grandparents’ house, never had.
Since he could remember Casey’s been in this house every Christmases as a child, he always got great presents and food to kill for. The festivities were big and worth it but he would always end alone in his too big bed at night.
Casey growled at the thought. Alone, he wished he could be. He had never actually felt alone in this room, never.
Even now, at eighteen, he was scared to death by this bid mirror hanging in the room, one his grandmother was so fond of, one his mother never agreed to move even for his sake. Nobody seemed to be aware of what was hiding in there, something scaring, something embittered something mean.
Something Casey has seen the very first Christmas he was sleeping in this room, something that was calling to him every night since then when he was sleeping here, something that wanted him, his very soul. He just couldn’t look at the mirror, fearing to see its face again, but he just couldn’t turn his back to it, fearing to have it walked through it. It was ridiculous! He knew it. For sure, it was just his imagination then, his too rich child’s imagination.
Casey frowned. Once again he was feeling something was wrong here, once again he felt like the creature was whispering to him. It just couldn’t go on. Casey sighed and sat. He was now looking straight at the mirror. He just needed to know. He was a man now and he couldn’t be afraid of a fairy tale.
Slowly he got up and walked to the mirror, never leaving it from its sigh, not even daring to blink. Finally, he stood in front of it, frowning. He couldn’t hear a noise, he couldn’t see anything. He gently brushed his fingers against the smooth and cold surface and …nothing. Casey laughed aloud. He had been such a sissy! All those years being scared of a little mirror for nothing! He had always known that it had always been a nightmare, that it had never actually happened, this scary face in the mirror. It was just his imagination, nothing more, nothing less. He dropped his head against the mirror and sighed deeply, free, at last.
What happened next, he could never say.
One moment he was in his warm bedroom, the other he was standing in a cold darkness. He couldn’t hear a thing but felt a strange breeze on his skin.
“At lassst, you’re heeere, Aliccce” mocked a voice behind him.
Casey turned around and saw nothing.
“Who’s there?” asked Casey, startled and scared.
Has he fallen asleep in front of the mirror?
“You’re not sssleeping, Beauty, even lesss dreaming, Goldilocksss” sensually whispered the deep voice.
“I’m not blond nor I am that Alice!” cried Casey to the… Wait… Sensually?!
“I’m a boy, a man, for God sake! Who are you? Show yourself!” Added Casey now really really scared.
That voice was just too scaring and too…endearing.
Casey jumped when he felt burning hands on his hips and a warm breath on his neck.
“Believe me, I know” hissed the voice.
Casey froze, feeling that too hot body leaning against him, closing around him, those big hands gently but possessively stroking his stomach, waking some feelings and daydreams he never allowed himself. It felt pretty good even if he was scared to death. Where was he? What was that creature? Could all of those nightmares be true, then?
Casey carefully moved his hands over the creature's, feeling the strange skin under his fingers. It feels like scales, really soft scales. The creature growled.
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you” gently whispered Casey, trying to catch his own breath.
“I ssshould be the one sssaying that…or not” hissed the voice “You didn’t belieeeve it the firssst tiiime I talked to you”
Casey remembered that night all too well, the child’s face in the mirror, the face of a reptile with red burning eyes.
He gulped and his heart beat faster.
“I jussst wanted to beee your friend thhhen, I would have leeet you essscaped ” hissed the voice while the grip of the creature became stronger.
He was slowly lulling Casey, his soft nose stroking Casey’s nape.
“And what now?” gulped Casey.
He was scared and aroused at the same time. He was holding on the creature’s hands like to a lifeline.
“Now…” the creature was deeply sniffing his neck, humming “Now I’ll keep you all to myssselfff”
When the creature’s lips found his in the darkness, Casey’s felt his pulse speed up, tasted the dragon’s sweet venom and understood he would never crossed back the mirror.
“Merry Chrissstmasss to me” whispered the creature against Casey’s warm and wanting lips.
♥♥♥♥♥
LYRICS
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Meme: Fanfic for CHRISTMAS!!!
REQUEST : A FICLET FOR CHRISTMAS 2011
Day
For
Fandom
Character(s)/Pairing
Prompt
From
1 *
aliensouldream
THE FACULTY
Casey/Zeke
Jabberwocky by Lewis Caroll
phantomreviewer
I really hope you'll like it, hon!
I know it is kind of strange for a Christmas Ficlet... I still hope you'll enjoy it♥