Create-your-own bad!fic!! Now with Vampires...
LOL, this has amused me greatly. Go here and preview a sample of your Personalised Teen Novel Unfortunately there are only two samples/previews, I had to do it. I just had to.
Thank you a_loquita for the link. Heh.
...“Daniel, what color is your hair today? Let me guess, Mango Melody? Or was that last week?” Sam asked, but before Daniel could answer, Sam heard the painfully familiar voice of Jack O'Neill behind her.
“Hey, Sam. See you’re hangin’ with the ‘beautiful people’ again,” he said sarcastically.
She flinched as he used both hands to ruffle her blonde hair. Smacking his hands away, she didn’t bother to look over her shoulder as she pushed her blonde hair neatly behind her ears. Sam continued to stare straight ahead, her blue eyes refusing to acknowledge his presence.
“What’s the problem, Sam? Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“I’m never happy to see you.”
Jack had been aggravating her on a more regular basis since being ousted from his regular clique. Sam had heard through the grapevine that though Jack had been offered a football scholarship, he had to boost his grades dramatically to make the cut. As a result, his pals found a new minion to do their evil deeds. Unfortunately, this meant that Jack had even more time on his hands to drive Sam crazy.
Vala leapt to defend Sam. “I think Sam has made it pretty clear she’s sick of your sarcasm. So how ‘bout you just leave!” Vala eyed him angrily.
Observing Vala from behind Sam, Jack shrugged. “Well, if you insist. I’m due at the next nerd table anyway. Try not to miss me too terribly.” Before departing, he moved a step closer to Sam then lightly kissed the tips of his fingers in mock gentility before pressing them to the top of her head. Jack then strolled casually away to another table.
Trying to forget the intrusion, Sam and the group returned to their discussion about the upcoming prom.
And the vampire one! Yes, I went back and did it again... *hangs head*
Sam could feel the heavy shelves wobble and tilt precariously. Before she could even think of escaping out from underneath, she heard the sound of sudden footsteps and the slap of wood against flesh. She looked up, surprised. A young man in a dark brown leather jacket smiled at her, one arm stretched mere inches above her head as it held back the skewed bookcase.
“Pardon me,” Jack murmured with a slight smile, and with a movement as smooth as a dancer’s, he turned and tipped the heavy bookshelves back into their proper position.
Her heart hammering, Sam scrambled to stand up. She was so shaken she nearly tottered back off her feet, but the stranger reached out to steady her, his touch lasting only seconds. But it was enough.
“Are you all right?”
Like his clothing, his voice was soft and rich. The light fell gently on him almost like an aura-very appropriate for a guardian angel, Sam thought as she pushed away some messy strands of blonde hair from her face. “Thank you,” she said after a few speechless moments, one hand patting her heart to calm herself. “Those shelves could’ve killed me.”
“You should be more careful,” he chastised lightly. “This is an old building that’s falling apart. I advise greater caution.”
“I know. I usually am-careful, I mean-but I was so happy to find this book…” Sam hugged the red leather to herself, flushing under his piercing brown gaze. Why am I babbling like this? “I didn’t even know you were there. Lucky for me you were, huh? You always keep an eye out for klutzy bookworms?”
“Only when there is need, I assure you.” He smiled, teeth reflecting brightly and his broad shoulders casting a shadow over Sam . “But you do yourself an injustice. There is nothing wrong with loving books, and you are certainly no klutz.”
The word sounded wrong coming from his lips. He had a strange way of speaking, as if English weren’t his first language, although Sam couldn’t identify any accent. She grinned at his gallantry but had to blurt, “That’s ‘cause you don’t know me.”
He just smiled again and she was lost in his stare. And for a second she had an odd certainty that he’d argue, But I do know you...
****
Jack had been staring out into the stars for a while when a familiar low voice interrupted his thoughts. “Friend, you’ve got to get over this girl.”
Moonlight Night He whipped his head around and saw Daniel climbing up with practiced ease onto the roof to join him. The other vampire continued, “What’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you so taken with anyone. Especially a mortal!” Daniel spat out the word with disgust. “They are ours for feeding. You treat this one as if she were your pet.”
“No. Sam is not a pet. I think I am in love with her.”
“Oh, I see. Forgive me if I have a hard time understanding that one, Jack ." Daniel bared his teeth in a wicked smile. “I must say, your strength in her presence is admirable. I’m certain that I could not contain my desire to taste of her sweetness.”
Jack shot his friend a glare that could have punctured like a dagger. “You shall not touch her!”
“Calm down. I wouldn’t dare face your wrath. But don’t you see the pointlessness of all this?”
“I’ll tell her, truly I shall. Soon.” Jack stared up at the unforgiving night sky. “She is a modern woman. Perhaps she might understand?”
Daniel chuckled softly. “Perhaps.”
Jack shook his head, wincing. He did not want to tell her. He wanted to hang on to the fantasy for just a few days more, pretend to be a mortal man. Even if he could never experience the daylight as reflected in her blue eyes or see the sun dance on her blonde hair.
“What are you afraid of, Jack ? That she won’t understand, that she’ll turn and run?” Daniel narrowed his eyes. “Or is it that you think she might accept you for what you are? Afraid of a happy ending? The great and powerful vampire, trembling over a mortal teenage girl. Amazing! Count Dracula is rolling in his grave!”
Jack had to laugh. It was ridiculous. But still he ached. He could not tell her. Not yet.
****
“Did you enjoy the party?” Sam tilted her head and reached up a hand to remove her earrings as she watched Jack in the mirror. That’s another myth gone. His reflection’s as visible as mine.
Kiss from a Vampire “Let me,” Jack whispered, circling her ear with one night-cool finger. “Ah, the party. It was interesting. Your friend Vala has a great deal of energy.”
“That’s one way to put it! No fear, no speedometer, no brakes. That’s what she’d say.” Sam smiled fondly. “She’s a good friend.”
“Yes.” He looked deep into the mirror, seeing something she could not find; he forgot to pretend to breathe, lost in thought. Sam waited, curious and concerned, idly admiring the line of his jaw, the sparkle of his brown eyes.
A slow nod signaled his return to the moment. “Vala has suspicions about me. About what I am.”
Sam froze. “Are you sure?”
“She seems to have held her ideas for quite some time, on little evidence. Is she one of those who romanticizes my kind? There are many who seem strangely fascinated with my fictional brethren.”
“Well, Vala likes vampire flicks, but she’s no Goth.What exactly did she say?”
Jack repeated the conversation verbatim. “As I said, she has little evidence, but still she persists in her conviction, and I cannot argue. She is, after all, correct about what I do.”
Sam stared at him. “Jack ?” Her voice was high and soft. “Would you show me? I mean…what you do? How you feed?”
“I would rather not.” Her face fell, and he had to look away. “If you feel it necessary, I shall. When you are certain. Not until then.” Gentle as the brush of a shadow, he stroked her cheek, kissed her, and vanished into the night, leaving her alone.
Sam lay awake long into the night, falling finally into a restless, dream-haunted sleep about Jack where each ray of sunshine coming through the windows was first his touch, then a brand of fire, alternately pleasure and pain. She woke, sweating and chilled, wondering why she didn’t just turn and run away....
Yeah...I really need to stop now...
Thank you a_loquita for the link. Heh.
...“Daniel, what color is your hair today? Let me guess, Mango Melody? Or was that last week?” Sam asked, but before Daniel could answer, Sam heard the painfully familiar voice of Jack O'Neill behind her.
“Hey, Sam. See you’re hangin’ with the ‘beautiful people’ again,” he said sarcastically.
She flinched as he used both hands to ruffle her blonde hair. Smacking his hands away, she didn’t bother to look over her shoulder as she pushed her blonde hair neatly behind her ears. Sam continued to stare straight ahead, her blue eyes refusing to acknowledge his presence.
“What’s the problem, Sam? Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“I’m never happy to see you.”
Jack had been aggravating her on a more regular basis since being ousted from his regular clique. Sam had heard through the grapevine that though Jack had been offered a football scholarship, he had to boost his grades dramatically to make the cut. As a result, his pals found a new minion to do their evil deeds. Unfortunately, this meant that Jack had even more time on his hands to drive Sam crazy.
Vala leapt to defend Sam. “I think Sam has made it pretty clear she’s sick of your sarcasm. So how ‘bout you just leave!” Vala eyed him angrily.
Observing Vala from behind Sam, Jack shrugged. “Well, if you insist. I’m due at the next nerd table anyway. Try not to miss me too terribly.” Before departing, he moved a step closer to Sam then lightly kissed the tips of his fingers in mock gentility before pressing them to the top of her head. Jack then strolled casually away to another table.
Trying to forget the intrusion, Sam and the group returned to their discussion about the upcoming prom.
And the vampire one! Yes, I went back and did it again... *hangs head*
Sam could feel the heavy shelves wobble and tilt precariously. Before she could even think of escaping out from underneath, she heard the sound of sudden footsteps and the slap of wood against flesh. She looked up, surprised. A young man in a dark brown leather jacket smiled at her, one arm stretched mere inches above her head as it held back the skewed bookcase.
“Pardon me,” Jack murmured with a slight smile, and with a movement as smooth as a dancer’s, he turned and tipped the heavy bookshelves back into their proper position.
Her heart hammering, Sam scrambled to stand up. She was so shaken she nearly tottered back off her feet, but the stranger reached out to steady her, his touch lasting only seconds. But it was enough.
“Are you all right?”
Like his clothing, his voice was soft and rich. The light fell gently on him almost like an aura-very appropriate for a guardian angel, Sam thought as she pushed away some messy strands of blonde hair from her face. “Thank you,” she said after a few speechless moments, one hand patting her heart to calm herself. “Those shelves could’ve killed me.”
“You should be more careful,” he chastised lightly. “This is an old building that’s falling apart. I advise greater caution.”
“I know. I usually am-careful, I mean-but I was so happy to find this book…” Sam hugged the red leather to herself, flushing under his piercing brown gaze. Why am I babbling like this? “I didn’t even know you were there. Lucky for me you were, huh? You always keep an eye out for klutzy bookworms?”
“Only when there is need, I assure you.” He smiled, teeth reflecting brightly and his broad shoulders casting a shadow over Sam . “But you do yourself an injustice. There is nothing wrong with loving books, and you are certainly no klutz.”
The word sounded wrong coming from his lips. He had a strange way of speaking, as if English weren’t his first language, although Sam couldn’t identify any accent. She grinned at his gallantry but had to blurt, “That’s ‘cause you don’t know me.”
He just smiled again and she was lost in his stare. And for a second she had an odd certainty that he’d argue, But I do know you...
****
Jack had been staring out into the stars for a while when a familiar low voice interrupted his thoughts. “Friend, you’ve got to get over this girl.”
Moonlight Night He whipped his head around and saw Daniel climbing up with practiced ease onto the roof to join him. The other vampire continued, “What’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you so taken with anyone. Especially a mortal!” Daniel spat out the word with disgust. “They are ours for feeding. You treat this one as if she were your pet.”
“No. Sam is not a pet. I think I am in love with her.”
“Oh, I see. Forgive me if I have a hard time understanding that one, Jack ." Daniel bared his teeth in a wicked smile. “I must say, your strength in her presence is admirable. I’m certain that I could not contain my desire to taste of her sweetness.”
Jack shot his friend a glare that could have punctured like a dagger. “You shall not touch her!”
“Calm down. I wouldn’t dare face your wrath. But don’t you see the pointlessness of all this?”
“I’ll tell her, truly I shall. Soon.” Jack stared up at the unforgiving night sky. “She is a modern woman. Perhaps she might understand?”
Daniel chuckled softly. “Perhaps.”
Jack shook his head, wincing. He did not want to tell her. He wanted to hang on to the fantasy for just a few days more, pretend to be a mortal man. Even if he could never experience the daylight as reflected in her blue eyes or see the sun dance on her blonde hair.
“What are you afraid of, Jack ? That she won’t understand, that she’ll turn and run?” Daniel narrowed his eyes. “Or is it that you think she might accept you for what you are? Afraid of a happy ending? The great and powerful vampire, trembling over a mortal teenage girl. Amazing! Count Dracula is rolling in his grave!”
Jack had to laugh. It was ridiculous. But still he ached. He could not tell her. Not yet.
****
“Did you enjoy the party?” Sam tilted her head and reached up a hand to remove her earrings as she watched Jack in the mirror. That’s another myth gone. His reflection’s as visible as mine.
Kiss from a Vampire “Let me,” Jack whispered, circling her ear with one night-cool finger. “Ah, the party. It was interesting. Your friend Vala has a great deal of energy.”
“That’s one way to put it! No fear, no speedometer, no brakes. That’s what she’d say.” Sam smiled fondly. “She’s a good friend.”
“Yes.” He looked deep into the mirror, seeing something she could not find; he forgot to pretend to breathe, lost in thought. Sam waited, curious and concerned, idly admiring the line of his jaw, the sparkle of his brown eyes.
A slow nod signaled his return to the moment. “Vala has suspicions about me. About what I am.”
Sam froze. “Are you sure?”
“She seems to have held her ideas for quite some time, on little evidence. Is she one of those who romanticizes my kind? There are many who seem strangely fascinated with my fictional brethren.”
“Well, Vala likes vampire flicks, but she’s no Goth.What exactly did she say?”
Jack repeated the conversation verbatim. “As I said, she has little evidence, but still she persists in her conviction, and I cannot argue. She is, after all, correct about what I do.”
Sam stared at him. “Jack ?” Her voice was high and soft. “Would you show me? I mean…what you do? How you feed?”
“I would rather not.” Her face fell, and he had to look away. “If you feel it necessary, I shall. When you are certain. Not until then.” Gentle as the brush of a shadow, he stroked her cheek, kissed her, and vanished into the night, leaving her alone.
Sam lay awake long into the night, falling finally into a restless, dream-haunted sleep about Jack where each ray of sunshine coming through the windows was first his touch, then a brand of fire, alternately pleasure and pain. She woke, sweating and chilled, wondering why she didn’t just turn and run away....
Yeah...I really need to stop now...