AB: Under the Influence 1Under the Influence: Scenario OneAB: Under the Influence 17 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Babysitting. Yet again. Only one of the many evils of children.
What a bitch.
Edward was sitting on the couch with Becca because Donna had to go to yet another psychic convention because her advisor said it was "written in the stars" that she go. It was the only way in hell he would be caught dead watching animated movies.
Thumbelina of all things. Some weird animated version with lots of singing, dancing, and talking animals. Except for the dog.
"If I had a girl no bigger than my thumb, I'd squash her," he muttered disgustedly as he rolled the paper in his hand.
Becca glanced up. "What'd you say, Ted?" she asked, most of her attention still on the movie. She barely turned her head to look at him.
"Nothing," he said as she pulled her attention from the screen to stare at the mess he had made on the coffee table.
"What are you doing?"
"I thought you didn't smoke."
"This is a special cigarette," he said with a smirk. "It's, ah, imported
The MarkEdward tossed the glowing poker to the ground, ignoring the pain as the action pulled on his wounds. Stepping around the dead vampire he searched the house top to bottom, making sure that there werent any stragglers. Hed never live it down if hed killed a master vampire, but left his servant alive. Satisfied, he packed up his gear and left.The Mark7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Later, Edward stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom assessing his wounds. There was an angry red line scorched into his flesh; a reminder to be faster when hot pokers are involved. Sighing he fingered the wound. Now I have to stop teasing Anita about her cross-shaped brand. He thought. Damn.
Edward sat down at the felt-covered table, his patented Ted grin stretching across his face. The others at the table, all cops and bounty hunters, had similar grins on there faces. Only theirs werent fake. He assessed the others. By now he knew all of their tells. If he wanted to, he co
AB: Sweet DreamsSweet DreamsAB: Sweet Dreams6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I pulled my black coat on and turned back to the bed with a small, sad smile on my face. Through the darkness of the hotel room I could see him laying there, curled around a pillow and sleeping, safe and sound and afraid of nothing in his dreams.
It was always like this after I saw him. I brought him a peace he hadnt known as a child, I guess. A peace that I could only imagine had been ripped away before hed seen it. He was still a mystery to me, as much as I cared for him, but he didnt know that.
This was a diversion for him, something of a game. For him, I was maybe a conquest. But I doubted anything more than he would tell me. I had my suspicions but they were only that, and no matter what he said when we made love, I couldnt always believe him.
He was the predator, I was the prey. He had no limits, and I had no doubt that he would lie his way into my bed should the urge come over him. But there were no lies needed, I invited him of my own accord
Fish in a BarrelEdward ignored the biting wind and the cold concrete he lay on as he patiently waited for his mark to appear. Through the sighting scope of his rifle he kept his eye fixed on the exit of the warehouse. Soon enough the one hed been waiting for opened the door. Humans are so predictable. He thought as he took the shot, dropping his mark with barely and effort. Its like shooting fish in a barrel.Fish in a Barrel7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As he packed up his equipment, Edward realized that recently the job had just gotten too easy. Its not half so much fun when its easy. He mused. Maybe I should try something different next time. Something a bit more challenging.