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Download complete.Welcome.Gather round meat bags. I bring you tidings of great joy.
YOUR ULTIMATE DEMISE!
Wait, no, that's not for several years still. What I bring, however, is something much better. I bring you
Bloody Moon--which is so much better than any demise. Actually, I'm not bringing you the actual Bloody Moon, but an excerpt of whats to come, and some news about it. I'm also throwing in another sneak peek to my--hopefully to be finished/published soon--story
To The Other Side. That's the one full of win :3
So, here's about Bloody Moon first. If you want, you can head on over to my
deviantART page where I have posted EDITED/UPDATED/MUCH BETTERNESS parts to Bloody Moon. So far there's only two parts, ten pages-ish each. They are much better, people, go read them
mad Oh, and here's your sneak peek of later things:
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“So about this body,” I started. “Do you think Luke will get it?”
“I really doubt he’ll get it the legal way unless he has a good excuse to why he’s so pasty white and his relative is black as night. He’ll probably just steal it to examine it himself. Humans don’t know what they’re looking for when they find a victim like that.”
“Hey!” I feigned offense.
She offered a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, allow me to correct that.
Normal humans don’t know what they’re looking for.”
“Much better,” I smiled. “Do you still believe there’s a hybrid out there? You said you thought one attacked Luke before.”
The microwave beeped but Annemarie didn’t move. She was too deep in thought. Seconds went by before she blinked. “I know one is out there. I don’t know what it wants, or if it wants anything at all, but I know its there. And it will keep killing until we find it.” She moved to get her drink and quickly downed it.
“How do you track one? How do you kill it?”
Annemarie dumped the meat and empty glass in the trashcan, reminding me to take it out soon, then went back to the living room. She must have some idea of what to do.
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Yeah, yeah, sounds good, right? Right. Now here's something even better. It's only a little bit of the first chapter (long chapters are yay!) and I'm still wondering what I can do to make it better, but so far this is all I've been able to do. Besides, it leaves you guys in suspense, so that when its on shelves, you'll have to go pick it up!
...You know, if you want.......
Now then, enjoy a piece from
To The Other Side.---------------------------------------------------------
"He’ll be here any minute and I have nothing to wear!” Bao-yu, my oldest friend, complained. Apparently tonight was a big thing for her: it was her first date with her new boyfriend. Bao-yu was always changing boyfriends when I least expected it and then I was called over on short notice to help her pick out an outfit.
Tonight just happened to be one of those nights. I was planning on staying home with my DVDs and junk food, watching movies all night, until my phone rang with Bao-yu’s frantic voice coming from the opposite end about some date with Nate Collins. He was a good-looking guy, but nothing to gush over. She would probably dump him by next week, anyway.
I sat on the edge of her pink bed in her pink room while she pulled several outfits from her closet, holding them up for me to examine, and then wait for me to nod yes or shake my head no. I had said yes to a lot of outfits but she was picky.
“This won’t match my hair,” she said as she pulled another shirt from her closet. I always thought her hair was pretty; it matched her almond-shaped brown eyes, tan skin, and all-over pretty face and envious body. But I guess that was stereotypical Asians, for you. Everyone made a big deal over her at school just because she was Asian. Seemed the Internet loved Asians, which meant the rest of the world had to as well. I still didn’t understand the phenomenon.
“Maybe this one?” she asked as she grabbed a baby-blue halter-top. Before I could reply she said, “No, no, not this one. I’ve already worn that one. Back when I was dating Derek. Nate might think I’m thinking of Derek. What do you think?”
“Just wear that one,” I groaned. I was ready to go home; Bao-yu’s constant fidgeting was driving me nuts. She did this every two weeks.
“You really think so? What would I match with it?”
“A skirt?”
She sighed, crossed her arms, and lifted an eyebrow at me. “Are you even trying to help me?” she accused me. After all these times? She should have been able to tell a difference by now.
“Not really,” I replied indifferently. “You always do this and, although I don’t mind helping sometimes, I don’t want to do it all the time. Yu,” I said, joking this time as I used her nickname, “you have plenty of pretty clothes so pick an outfit and stick to it. He’ll think nothing of the clothes you’ll wear.”
Yu smiled and nodded. “You’re right. What do I care what he thinks?” She turned back to her closet and pulled out a black skirt but she didn’t move. “But wait, why don’t I care what he thinks? Shouldn’t I care? He could be thinking anything about me! Maybe he’ll think I’m ugly! Chloe, what am I going to do?” She was completely freaking out that I couldn’t help but throw my head back and sigh.
“Bao-yu, he really likes you—trust me.” I tried to calm her. Nate did mention something of his feelings for her to me; of course, I wasn’t really listening. Mushy things didn’t interest me. I was happy being single . . . even if I did have those dreams of finding a Dark Prince. But that was all secret.
“Chloe you’re such a good friend!” Yu sighed with content. “You can go home now. I’ll see you tomorrow at school. Thanks for all your help!” She waved me out of her room and I showed myself out.
Tomorrow was school, too? How many days out of a week did I have to attend? Before I know it they’ll want me to go on Sunday’s and Saturday’s too! I walked down the quiet street in the night, enjoying the sight. The houses were old and cramped together, too many streetlights on each side of the road, and all the strange hippies out on their porches, drinking their “special elixirs.” They—my hippie friends—still refused to tell me what it was, saying they would get into too much trouble with my parents. I missed my friends. I used to hang out with them all the time but when school started again I couldn’t see them because I was too busy. They waved excitedly to me when I passed the yellow shack on the end of the street.
“Chloe, darling, come join us!” Janice called from the porch. Her brown hair was frizzy-looking from where I stood, stating she already consumed more alcohol than healthy, and I knew her brown eyes would be bloodshot. Jan normally kept herself looking decent unless she was wasted.
“Sorry guys, not tonight,” I replied sadly. I never took part of what they were doing, but the stories they told were too good to pass up all the time. “School night again.”
“Again? Bummer, man. Well, have fun at your little prison.”
I scoffed and turned the corner. Yeah, a prison, all right. That’s exactly what high school was. Sometimes I couldn’t help but wonder if Jan and her friends ever went to high school—maybe they all dropped out early, or got suspended so many times.
My house wasn’t far from Bao-yu’s; all I had to do was walk a single street then one corner and then half another street. My house was right there in between a small red barn-like house and lime green almost-mansion-sized house. We just had a normal sized house despite my whining and complaining; I always wanted to live in a big house. And our house color—I never liked it, either. Stone gray and something my mother called “Moody Blue” because it was almost black but still a visible blue.
I stepped up onto the porch and sat on the steps for a few minutes. It was a quiet night so only the crickets could be heard—those and Jan’s party on the end of the street. They were playing exotic music that I could hear the shrill flutes and pumping bass, and they were all shouting. The sky was clear, too. Too bad I couldn’t see the stars because of all the lights.
Suddenly, the sky was ignited. I jumped from the porch, wondering if I saw the right thing. The sky was still a shimmering dark green, almost like the northern lights, and it was so bright that I could see it over the streetlights. What was going on?
Just before I ran inside, the green sky disappeared to the normal blackish-yellow that it always was around here. My family was in bed so I ran into the dark living room and turned the television on the nightly news. Maybe there was some kind of warning that I didn’t know about; maybe it was all breaking news. But there was nothing. The news anchor just repeated this morning’s headline and the updates. Nothing about a green sky.
“What was that?” I whispered. I was in shock. Was I insane, was I seeing things, or was it real? Something had to be playing a trick on me. It had to have been my eyes. I was more tired than I thought.
I rubbed my eyes as I climbed the stairs. Now that I thought about it, I was feeling drowsy. Tomorrow everything would be perfectly normal and boring—just like every other day. I entered my room and closed the creaky door behind me quickly behind me. This was the only room I really liked in our house because it had so much personality.
Although I was slightly apathetic I had a huge passion for painting. I guess I had high school to thank for that—if I wouldn’t have taken Introduction to Art, I wouldn’t have really found anything fun to do in my spare time. Easels were stacked in one corner while pints of paint and toolboxes full of small bottles and paintbrushes were in the other. That was something I was looking forward to now: art class.
I decided to take a quick shower before bed, to make it easier on myself in the morning. After my shower, I stared at the boring girl reflected in the fogged-covered mirror. She had dark green eyes, a heart shaped face with big lips, and long black hair with a natural wave in it. Yup, that girl would be the ever boring girl, Chloe Kinsley. Nothing special about me at all except that I was “The Loner” in school. What was special about that? I sighed, the girl in the mirror doing the exact same thing, and with nothing else to do I brushed my hair dry and crawled into bed for the night.
