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This one is for you ~rainbowchick214, I hope you enjoy~

It had now been three months since Ivan moved you into his place.  This wasn't really a problem, since his house is big and quite a few others live in it as well.  The baltics for instance. Yeah, to be honest it was the baltics that were the problem.

Well, not Estonia or Latvia really at all. You thought them to be quite sweet. But Lithuania... He was different. Maybe it was because he was the oldest of the baltics, but there was something so strange about him. You couldn't put your finger on it.

He was always the one who served you, did chores for you and all the while when you said he didn't have to do everything for you, he replied by saying he didn't mind doing things for you. To be honest he warmed you from the inside, he was the one your heart fluttered if you saw him. You knew, you just knew you were falling for the gentle Lithuanian.

On the other hand though you had Russia and while you did still have some lingering feelings for him, they were nothing compared to the feelings you had for Lithuania. Only thing is, you can't really waltz up to Russia and say: "Sorry, but I'm afraid I love your subordinate more than you, laters!"

Are you kidding me, he'd probably kill Lithuania along with you. You had to find a way to tell him you didn't have the same romantic feelings he obviously had for you. He hadn't made a move on you yet, but you knew that soon he would.

Suddenly you had a brainwave. You sat bolt upright on the bed you were lying on. Checking the clock, you made sure of it. It was only a matter of time before Russia came home. You smiled, you had quite a few things to do...


Ivan came home at the same time as always. "I'm home~" Instead of the usual flustered baltics greeting him, you came out of the living room, wearing a pretty dress and looking more stunning than usual. He kissed your cheek a little too enthusiastically, but then again, the point of the dress was to make him enthusiastic.

"Say, Ivan dear," you knew he liked being called by his human name," do you fancy playing a game of chess with me?"  He raised his eyebrows, still eyeing up your body. "And to make it more fun," you smiled deviously," the loser has to do whatever the winner says.Ok?"

You led him into the living room and sat him down in his favourite chair. "Hmmm, comfy." Ivan said. You placed the chessboard in between the two of you. "Now remember, the loser has to obey the winner no matter what it is." He was confused but smiled," Shall we swear on something then?"

"Okay, what will you swear on then?" You thought he'd swear on his scarf or something, but no. He leant over and brushed his lips against yours. "I swear on the right to kiss you." He smiled sweetly.  You blushed, not expecting your first kiss to be taken by him. "I-I swear on my head." "Well, that's a bit boring, but okay. Let's start shall we?"


You were beating him, he only had a few pawns, a knight and of course the king left. You on the other hand were swooping all over the board, picking off his pieces easily.  You finalized your strategy and grinning said:"Checkmate." as you placed your bishop on the board.
He scowled, crossing his arms. "So now you do as I say, because I win." Your grin widened, your plan so far gone perfectly. "Okay, what do you want me to do?"

"I want, no, I order you to accept this." He looked confused. "And I order you not to do anything to him." His eyes widened," Sunflower, do you mean-" "I LOVE LITHUANIA!!" You couldn't possibly keep it in any longer. He sat back stunned. "I'm sorry, I'm very flattered you love me, but now I know that I don't love you anymore, I can't stay here anymore."

He got up and left the room, not saying anything. You felt sorry for him, but happy as well. You'd finally got it off your chest. You got up as well, you'd have to pack your stuff. As you left the room you bumped into Lithuania. He blushed and scurried off before you could say anything. You sighed and scratched your head. You went upstairs to pack your things.


You finally finished packing your things. You wiped the sweat off your forehead. You'd leave first thing in the morning. Suddenly your door banged open.  As you turned the smell of alcohol hit your nose. Your head reeled and you saw Russia stumble into your room. Drunk out of his skull.

Crap. He came towards you and fell on top of you. "Russia..." "Not Russia, call me Ivan." He slurred his words and you did your best not to collapse under his weight.  You pulled him towards and lay him down. Unfortunately he had other plans. He'd kept hold of your wrist and pulled you on top of him. "How much did you drink?" You tried to distract him so you could get free from his grasp."I just had the one glass, LITHUANIA can testify for me." He breathed heavily and the stench of vodka rolled over your face. He definitely had had more than one glass.

He somehow managed to get on top of you. "Russia!" He glared into your (e/c) eyes. "Why? Why him? He's just some weakling; he doesn't even come close to compare with mother Russia."  He grasped your hands and pulled them above your head. "He can't do anything! He wouldn't eve-" His sentence was stopped as something smashed into his head.  He collapsed onto your body, completely KO.  

You looked to see Lithuania standing above him Russia's water faucet pipe. He'd hit him on the head very hard. Lithuania trembled all over, terrified that the Russian would get up and kill him. When he didn't, Lithuania relaxed somewhat. He pulled the Russian off of you and pulled you in a tight hug.

"Are you okay?" His gentle voice whispered into your ear. You blushed and nodded into his chest. "He only had one glass?!" Lithuania looked his feet," Well yeah, only thing is, he kept filling it up again." You face palmed yourself.

Lithuania took your hand"Okay then, shall we go then?" You blinked in surprise. "Do you-" "Yeah, I heard you talking to Russia earlier." He turned beet red, " and the truth is,  I've liked you alot for quite a long ti-" Your lips pressed against his. You smiled sweetly at his face. It had, even though it wasn't possible, turned even redder. "So you're leaving with me?" He nodded and smiled at you. "Well let's go then Lithuania!" "_____, can you call me Toris?" You kissed him again and grinned. Picking up your bag, you left while the Russian was still out cold. Let's see how long it took before Russia found you and your lover~
Okay~ This one is for ~rainbowchick214. I hope you enjoy

I'm sorry Ivan, I love you, I really do!! I'll never hurt you again I promise~
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A true Story

I was the first to see the wolf.  I noticed him even before he saw us.  But I think perhaps I am getting ahead of myself; let's start from the beginning.  

It was April 2001, and my beautiful wife and I had driven over 700km (435 miles) to spend the night at the home of my father's sister, Jeanne-Berthe, in the town of Saint-Quentin, New Brunswick.  

My employer, in a brief moment of insanity, had seen fit to allow me the choice of a Ford Mustang as my company fleet vehicle.  I had been driving it for almost six months by then, enough to have learned to respect its loose, tail-happy road handling characteristics, and even to embrace them as somewhat endearing.  Armed with four new Blizzak ice tires and the confidence of a recently completed advanced driving class, the snow covered rural highways were my playground.  

We left Saint-Quentin early Sunday morning, heading for Halifax to visit my cousin.  We could have taken the safe route, back along the well traveled National Highway 2, or through Campbellton and then down though Bathurst, but I prefer driving when there are no other cars around (other drivers scare me far more than bad roads!) and wanted to take the back roads.

My wife is a bit of an adrenalin junkie, so convincing her that we should take the dirt logging road locally known as "chemin des resources" was an easy sell, although we hid the plan from my aunt who all but forbade it.  Since the road mainly saw heavy logging trucks (which wouldn't be on the road on Sundays), it was well packed and practically an ice rink, a great opportunity to test out the Blizzaks!

We tore down the road, unaware of any speed limits, for if there were any signs, they were buried under mountainous snow drifts and well hidden from us.  The Mustang seemed to be enjoying itself, growling happily as we oversteered around corners and roared up and down innumerable hills.  My wife, strapped tightly into a well contoured bucket seat that only occasionally called for her to grab the "oh sh*t" handle conveniently hung near the top of her window, was laughing and egging me on.  We had the road entirely to ourselves, and sang along with Billy Joel as he lamented his job playing the piano in a bar.

We were a few minutes past the Mount Carleton entrance for the Provincial Park that is its namesake, rounding sweeping corners with the nose practically to the snowbank as I steered with the throttle, and we came upon a long, straight, level stretch of road.  Seeing a Bullett opportunity, I accelerated; McQueen would have been proud, as we straightened out and apexed the last corner in the far lane.  I gently coaxed the Mustang back, momentum and a depressed gas pedal causing the speedometer needle to leap as we fishtailed into our proper place.  I could easily see for more than a kilometre, and atop the right bank noticed what I thought to be a large dog.  As we approached, it climbed down from the two and a half metre snowbank and out into the road, trotting slowly as if it didn't have a concern in the world.

The Mustang came equipped with standard antilock brakes, but anyone who has learned to drive in black ice conditions will confirm that while ABS is great in snow, it will not help you on sheer ice.  That was the situation we were in, the morning sun had melted the surface of the ice just enough to leave a smooth finish.  Threshold braking the Mustang would have probably stopped us faster, but the car had been hugging the road quite well (I blame the Blizzaks) and I mistakenly thought we were on a good packed snow surface, so I floored the brake pedal and threw myself into the arms of Ford technology.  Needless to say, we didn't stop, or even slow down very much, though to Ford's credit we did keep going in a relatively straight line.  The ABS was pumping like a jackhammer, the noise akin to an automatic weapon, as we skated down the road.  By the time we reached the wolf he had climbed part-way up the snowbank, putting his eyes at the same level as mine.  As we passed, the car shuddering noisily from the pumping brakes, we locked eyes and both turned our heads.  The look in his sky blue eyes was uncanny, and I defy anyone who claims that wolves aren't sentient to observe one in similar circumstances.  I still, to this day, believe that that wolf looked at me with an expression that clearly proclaimed: "You're such an idiot!"  

We eventually came to a stop, maybe thirty meters away, and the wolf was still on the snowbank, his head twisted around, looking at us over his shoulder as if we were creatures from another world.  My wife and I both burst out of the car and faced the wolf, who suddenly seemed to decide that getting up that morning had been a bad idea, or perhaps he simply couldn't remember if he had shut off the gas before leaving.  I know that humans are supposed to be programmed to be afraid of wolves, but this one was comparatively small and seemed disinclined to eat us; as well, neither my wife nor I can lay claims to great wisdom when it comes to wild animals.  In any case, he trotted back across the road and, with a quick glance towards us at the top of the snowbank, disappeared back the way he had come.  Neither of us was fast enough to take a picture, but subsequent research taught us that it was a Grey Wolf, and likely only a few months old, as their eyes rarely remain blue into adulthood.

My wife and I took a moment to hug, exclaim to each other how amazing its eyes were, and wonder aloud if it might come back.  Eventually the cold got the better of us, and we retreated to the relative warmth of the Mustang, but not before my wife took a picture of me displaying how big the wolf had been.  Actually, that is a lie; I was really telling her how much I love her.  I'm pretty sure the wolf has forgotten the incident by now, but rest assured that I never will.  And my wife carried that picture around in her wallet for years, until my son was born and still does to this day save for a brief period where her wallet had no room for photos

My first and only encounter with a wolf in the wild. Also my first non-fiction Deviation, I hope you enjoy it.
Critique Requested.

Edit: My wife told me, after reading this, that she still has that picture in her wallet. I fixed the text, and I'm going to borrow it and scan it. She also said I spent too much time talking about the car. Comments are welcome, I promise I won't tell. :-)
Edit 2: Fixed the date, it was actually 2001. I hate it when I get dates wrong :blush:
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(Alfred's POV) 
"How many times do I need to tell you that you are not allowed to have girlfriend?!" The company president yelled at me. Thanks to that bloody website, he found it out. 

"Like I said, she's not my girlfriend!"  

"Not your girlfriend?! So what that news article means?! It's clear that you two are holding hands!"

"What's up with holding hands?!"

"One more, you two went to Florida right?! I heard you both stayed at your hotel?"

"We didn't do anything!" 

(Back to your POV)
The other band members couldn't do anything, the company president is a stubborn man, even you're stating the truth, he won't believe you. They watched Alfred get lectured, Ivan wanted to twist the company president's head. 

"Starting now, you're not allowed to see her until we finish the world tour got that?!"

"World Tour?! what the hell?! No one informed me about that!"

"Because you're in Florida, young man"  

World Tour can take 2 months or so, Alfred can't able to take it, for him, it is too hard to work without seeing you.  After that, He contacted you about it. 

"I see..." there was a hint of sadness in your voice. "Goodluck..." 

"Thanks... Don't worry! I'll call you!" 

"Yeah..." you were the one who hung up first. 

'Calling me is meaningless... I only don't want to hear his voice... I want to see him too...'

The World Tour had started, their first
stop was New York City, next is Paris. 
The band were staying at a hotel, resting for a while. The other band member noticed that Alfred didn't talk to anyone ever since their first stop, because the bloody company president even prohibited him from talking to you on the phone!!! But still, he was talking to you secretly. 

'This is why I don't like having a contract with a company' Alfred sighed. 

"Al, are you okay?" Francis asked. 

"Not really" he squinted and looked outside of the window. 

"Let me guess, thinking of __~?"

"What if I?"

"I'm so envy of you, Talking to the useless company president like that" 


"H-Hey! Are you angry because he didn't let you call __?"

"Of course I am! Want me to show you how angry am I?!"

"Looks interesting! Go ahead!" 

"Throw that vase there" Alfred pointed it, Francis threw it on the air and Alfred punched it hard, causing it to break into pieces. He left the room after that with a pissed face. 

"Woah? He's really that angry?"

"That guy likes that young DJ right?" Yao said. 

"Isn't it obvious?" Arthur said. 

"You know Angleterre, I think you should cut our contract with that company if you don't want to see your little brother like that" Francis suggested. 

"Don't worry, I'll do it. Let us just finish this bloody world tour" 

Alfred went to the rooftop to cool his head and dialed your phone number. 

"It's me, Alfred"
"Yeah, how are you?"
"Just fine, a little bit stressed"
"You should take a rest you know? You'll get a fever or something"
"I'm almost done sorting out some papers here"
"Yeah, the letters for me and love letters for my entertainment got mixed up so... I have to separate it!"
"What's the time there?"
"1:00 AM..."
"You just got home from work?" 
"Yep, I really want to sleep..."
"Works come first right?"
"Don't bring my words back can you?"
"Haha. Don't you miss me?"
"O-O-Of course I miss you!"
"I'll come home soon"
"I-If that day comes... C-Can we go out sometimes...?" you asked shyly. 
"Of course!"
damn you company president :icontableflipplz:

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Have you ever heard a sound,
so beautiful that it hurts,
one that makes your heart and soul ache,
that has your body shaking with sobs,
and has you choking on something as simple as
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The Serpent's Den of Buried Secrets (cont.)


After she explained the message to him, Marcus sat up clenching the arms of his chair.

"Covaley University? You're sure?"

Abby nodded quietly and asked, "Why?" She knew the university well enough. It was where Demetrius and Marcus both worked for a time. Abby found it nice enough but the areas cut deep into the watery bedrock always seemed to unsettle her for some reason.

Marcus thrust himself out of the chair and rushed over to his phone. Abby followed. As Marcus waited for the operator, he said, "I find it very strange that not only did this happen now but at that place. You see, I was about to mention Covaley University."

Before he could continue, there was a voice on the other end. Marcus stressed that there was a danger to the university in B4. The operator connected him to security, which "took down the information". Marcus glared into the phone and soon hung it up.

Brushing his hands together, Marcus looked at Abby. "Demetrius would always refer to Covaley University. He had one of the lowest areas, the abandoned ones, sealed up. And he'd use the term 'Abby's mother'. I never saw what was down there…"

Abby reached a hand out to touch Marcus. "Stop. Please. Just for now." Her words were quiet, almost a whisper. Abby could feel only half the words Marcus was saying register inside her head. And, with each one, a nightmarish vision of her father seemed to show more and more. Abandoned rooms. Sealed up. Her mother.

Marcus softly nodded. "Of course. And I'm so sorry, Abby. I know just bits and pieces. I fear I've just made things worse…"

Abby shook her head. "No. It's okay. I just…I need to keep focused on the Aiborae. I have no idea what to do about them….but I do have a few ideas. So we better hurry. And bring some of your old candy you keep in the basement. We might need it."


Vivian looked down the hall with Dora clinging close. The door to the stairwell was at the end. She grinned and cracked her knuckles.

She could hear footsteps approaching from behind her. She didn't turn around. Dora did and watched with an excited gaze. Zoe slithered around Dora's neck.

"Everything alright over here? Thought I heard some screaming or something."

Calmly, Vivian turned around. A security guard dressed in the university colors. Young but steely-eyed. He had black, curly hair which seemed to rise like a wave at his forehead.

Vivian answered, "Everything is fine. The little one just got excited. Getting some extra work in. That's all."

He raised his eyebrows, which bent his large ears forward a little. His eyes strayed to Dora and Zoe. He asked, "Is that animal registered with the front desk?"

Vivian pressed her teeth together and fingered the injector in her pocket. There was enough for one more dose. She touched a hand to Dora's head and announced, "These are my girls…." Her mouth fidgeted, as though she wanted to say more, but she held a smile. "And little Zoe here signed in at the front desk…properly." She caressed the head of the snake and Dora gave a happy smile.

The guard lingered and noted, "Good. Then there should be no problem calling upstairs and making sure." Vivian nodded back. She resisted annoyance. While she didn't know this guard's name, she was sure he wouldn't be a problem. Still, she pondered the best way to surprise him. He wasn't armed, after all. Barely given defense training. Just out to make sure no one did anything crazy while intoxicated. Encouraged to report problems and use a stern voice and a strong demeanor when necessary.

He was a good deal taller than her but she knew how to deal with that. He used a small device in his ear to call the main desk. Vivian waited patiently and looked to Zoe. She was coiled and staring at the security guard with her black, green-ringed eyes. Vivian smirked with only the faint puff of a chuckle.

The security guard nodded and he asked for her ID. She passed it to him and he passed it back, listening to his ear piece. Eventually, his stern look relaxed. He said, "They say you came down with snake but your credentials are okay. That sounds kinda odd…what kind of snake is it?"

Vivian touched a hand to Zoe. "She's a special one. Would you like…a closer look?" She tapped Zoe and she launched from around Dora and sunk her fangs into the guard's face. Vivan caught Zoe as the guard screamed and staggered backwards. Passing the snake back to Dora, Vivian gave an appropriate gasp and said, "My word…she's never done anything like that. But it's okay…"

She fished the injector from her pocket and held it out for the trembling security guard. Although she figured, through the coursing pain, he didn't hear her. She said, with a strong emphasis, "I have the cure."


Abby clutched the bag of candy in her pocket. It was mostly caramels, gumdrops, and chocolates with a little bit of rock candy.

They'd taken the bus near Marcus's house and transferred to the subway route which led right to the university.

The trip gave Abby plenty of time to silently reflect on everything Marcus had said. The chill feeling in her arm lingered like she was sleeping on it. Her eyes twitched. She tried her best to breathe normally. Marcus placed his hand on Abby's hand until they arrived.

Covaley University hadn't changed much for Abby. The entrance had been polished a bit. Someone had changed the font on the sign but otherwise the same old chairs and lights were there with pale-blue counters and carpets.

Marcus lingered behind and glanced around while Abby hurried right for the security desk. She set both hands down and looked at the security guard with a handheld game sitting beside him. He was leaning back and rubbing his eyes. It took him a moment to look at Abby.

"My name is Abby Longbloom. And…I'm not sure how to say this….You have dangerous creatures in your basement."

The security guard rubbed at his hairline. "Longbloom? A Doctor Longbloom already checked in. Are you with her?"

Abby's body tensed. And she looked back to Marcus. He looked like he was going to take a step towards her but he grimaced and stayed where he was. Abby asked the guard, "Can you…describe her?"

After thinking a bit, the guard shrugged and said, "About your height. Old enough to have kinda fading, grayish red hair. She had this weird green snake with her…one of my guys on level B4 saw her down there and was checking a strange noise. Called me up and I confirmed her.  Guess she's a bit odd….wait…you said dangerous creatures?"

Abby nodded. "Can you call that guard back?"

The desk guard kept his finger up, wanting to ask something, but he sighed and dialed for the guard. He rung five times with no answer. A bit of perspiration started to show on his forehead. Abby went around the desk to look at his equipment.

Abby urged him, "Are there cameras? Can you look down on B4?"

He nodded and mentioned, "It's an electronic system which has a method of reading danger automatically." He tapped some keys and immediately frowned. "And it seems like that's down due to maintenance. That happens sometimes, more so on non-class day. I'll pull up the video."

The first couple of camera views were pretty boring. Standard hallways. Empty labs. Dark rooms. Then, the guard stopped. Abby could see the woman the guard described. Marcus approached. Near Vivian Longbloom was a blond girl with unnaturally wide eyes and a security guard screaming on the floor as blue hair flowed over his shoulders.

The guard at the desk jerked back and cursed to himself. Abby turned to him and said, "You need to get everyone out of here right now and lockdown this entire place immediately." He glanced at Abby a moment and then back at the screen. The image on the screen showed a young girl marveling at her oversized, security guard clothes. The blond girl leapt over to hug her.

The desk guard took a breath and nodded before rushing away. It didn't take long before a horn-like alarm sounded with a calm, recorded voice saying, "Emergency evacuation. Please exit to your designated evacuation location."

Soon those on the video responded to the noise. The Aiborae covered their ears. Vivian Longbloom looked around and turned to the nearest camera. Her eyes were staring right at Abby. Marcus came closer and grimaced as he looked at the screen.

Through the speakers, Vivian said, "Is that you there, Abby? Come for a visit?"

Marcus put a hand on Abby's shoulder. "We should go. They'll close things down. It'll be alright."

Abby watched Vivian. There was a small, empty injector in her hands. She put it away in her pocket and pulled out something else. It was black. She smiled a bit as she looked down at it and remarked, "You're very close. I can tell."

With a frown, Abby tried to get a better look at the black object but Vivian put it away quickly. She looked to Marcus but he shook his head and answered, "Never seen that before. I imagine it's…some sort of tracking device." Abby agreed but she shivered at the idea. She looked around. There was no microphone to send a message down. She looked at what the desk guard had used to call the other guard.

She picked it up, activated it, and said, "Who are you? What do you want?" Abby watched the screen for a reaction. Sure enough, Vivian made her way over to the emptied pants of the guard. The blue-haired former guard danced a little with the blond.

Abby took a deep breath and listened for an answer. It was soft but clear.

"Hello, Abby. It's been a long time…. And, yet, I've been with you every step of the way. As for who I am…I'm Vivian Longbloom and I would have been your mother. But Demetrius…objected. He cut me out of his life. He took you away from me."

Marcus shook his head and leaned close enough to be heard. "Demetrius divorced you before you even knew about Abby. For good reason."

Vivian chuckled lightly on the other end. "Marcus…Still tinkering in the banal and the useless?" He pressed his lips together and shook his head.

Abby absorbed this information and frowned. "You didn't answer what you want…or why you're making Aiborae."

Stepping away from the camera a little, Vivian brushed the hair of her Aiborae. They cuddled close to her in their draping clothes. "I want what I've always wanted. A smiling little girl. Now I have two….and I want an end to what Demetrius has done. I want to destroy the monster he has locked in the deepest basement level."

Marcus clenched his fist. People around were moving quickly, evacuating as the voice continued. Abby turned to Marcus with wide eyes and asked, "What is down there? What has Demetrius done which is so terrible it…needs all this secrecy? And what's in that package you kept for him?"

Marcus looked down at Vivian's grinning visage in the monitor and placed a hand over it. He made sure Abby had the communication device turned off. Then he quietly told her, "As I said…I'm not sure. And I can't say…it's so frustrating. But the package was…essentially Demetrius's last will and testament. And it was a reminder of everything that he was…the best of himself."

Abby felt a warm and wet with bleariness around her eyes. Marcus grimaced and said, "And that's why it hurts so much to tell you."

Taking a deep breath, Abby shook her head and brushed at her eyes. "So you're saying…he's dead?"

Marcus shook his head. "No. I don't know…but I feel he is alive. The package was just making sure everything would be okay. Same as all the rest. Everything he did. Everything. It was to make sure you were safe."

From the monitor, Abby heard Vivian's voice. "So…will you come down and play with your little sisters, Abby? Will you come see the truth?"

Abby looked into Marcus's eyes. She knew he believed what he was saying. It just bothered her he wasn't giving more details. She wanted to press him. She wanted to press Vivian. But she knew those Aiborae, if they were like the ones she'd seen before, had only a short time before they started producing venom on their skin. She clutched the bag of candy in her pocket. Marcus shook his head.

Touching Marcus's shoulder, Abby reassured him, "Don't forget. I'm clever and careful. And I know there's a lot more going on here…especially with Vivian. She's planned this….tracked me. Somehow." Her fingers brushed her goggles.

Marcus clutched her hand on his shoulder. "All the more reason to stay away if she's got a plan."

Abby shook her head. "But I can't let her do whatever she wishes with what Demetrius has down there…and I've been wondering. If she can follow me…then maybe she's seen my journeys. And what if that's where her idea for making Aiborae came from…"

Though he tried to shoot down that supposition, Abby was resolute. "I'm going down. But I promise to be careful."

Marcus looked into her eyes and let out his breath. "Of course. I'd expect no less from you, Abby." He smiled faintly and added, "I'll make sure it's best stew I've ever made tonight."

Abby grinned widely and told him, "It always is."

There were only a few people in the lobby now. The security guard was gone. Abby returned to the communication device and activated it. She took a long breath in and said simply, "I'm coming down."

She didn't wait for Vivian's answer.
And here part 3 of the third, pivotal episode of The Abby Longbloom tales ^^. You can read the recaps at the beginning of this story and the previous one and get the gist but they're best read in order.

We're almost to the big reveal. Will write/complete it when I feel better but I wanted to get this out since it was almost done ^^. Probably be a part 5 for the finale, unlike the previous tales.

Preview image is by the magnificent :iconanirhapsodist:. It's temporary for now because she wants to do a seinen-like image sketch for each part later. *cheers her on* ^^

"The Serpent's Den of Buried Secrets"
Part 1 - [link]
Part 2 - [link]
Part 3 - Here.
Part 4 - [link]
Finale - [link]

Previous Stories

(First Story ) - "The Society of the Eternally-Flaming Panties"
Part 1 - [link]
Part 2 - [link]
Part 3 - [link]
Finale - [link]

(Second Story) - "The Ragged Pages of the First Book"
Part 1 - [link]
Part 2 - [link]
Part 3 - [link]
Finale - [link]
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- Do all beauty pageant contestants want world peace, or just a piece of that diamond crown?
- When you hear the sentence: "they lived happily, and grew old together, he became a senile diabetic old man and she died of breast cancer at the age of 76", would you still consider calling this story a fairytale?

- If I couldn't help myself anymore, and hugged you and not wanted to let go, would you believe that I really loved you one day?

- If rain was made of fire, would you cry on your cigarette whenever you felt like smoking?
- If you were to be god, would you create me?
- If horses had taller ears, would they be rabbits or donkeys?
- have you ever seen a turtle that ran away from her house?
- why is a green orange called orange not green?
- When God created everything, did he save a backup in case the system crashed?
- If human skin was transparent, would we consider shit as disgusting as we do now?
- If you had the ability to go back in time, but not change anything, would you do it?
- If babies grew on trees, would pineapples grow in wombs?
- If apple trees were white, would apples be orange?
- Why is it called the color orange and not the color carrot?
- When exactly did humankind turn that bitter and mean?
- If you had the option to choose between seeing yourself in the mirror or the person you loved, would you really accept not being able to see your hairdo after you brushed it?
- If God created Adam on his image, on whose image did he create Eve?

- If tonight, suddenly and out of the blue, I missed you like hell... is it Ok?
inspired by pablo neruda's book of questions...

moved from my journals...

edited... (July 24th 2012)
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You stood there. Quietly.

A single lonely tear ran down your face.
It was screaming inside.
You were fighting with yourself.
A fight nobody could win.
Because you were nobody.
Or at least you tried to be.
Or you didn't try.
Nobody cared.
And no one as well.
You stood there. Quietly.

Then you had a romantic relationship with your favourite fictional character.
Maybe even sexually.
Nobody liked it and no one was thrilled.

Never mind.
"Did she just really write that!?"

I did. Heh.

EDIT: The only reason I'm on the front page is the catagory, isn't it.
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My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and not what you like, even if you're the artist and they're not. And if they pay several hundred bucks for a shooting they are going to want more than just one picture. They don't understand that sometimes it's better to have just one outstanding shot than a lot of the same. And also, because most people don't like how they naturally look, they don't even recognize a good portrait of themselves.

I have calculated that I spend around thousand bucks for every picture I publish. I pay for the location, I pay for the model's compensation, I pay for her travel as well as for mine and I don't pay a salary to myself. Not for the shooting and not for the editing. That's a lot of unpaid hours. My friends and my family all think only a fool would throw his money and his energy out of the window like this. But the truth is I have always been a fool. And it was the only way I have been able to make those pictures.
People often think if you're successful and famous you also have to be rich. This may be true for a Hollywood star but apart from that there are a lot of successful artists who are not rich. Goethe never made a fortune with his poems, he was a clerk for most of his life.
There's a common misconception about the reasons why someone chooses the way of an artist. A lot of people seem to think you want to be an artist because you are not satisfied with the career you can have with a normal job. They think you want a bigger career and a more glamorous life and that is why you're trying to be an artist. What they don't see is that maybe you want to be an artist because there is something in you that wants to get out. If you want to get rich your odds are actually a lot better if you don't become an artist. My life isn't glamorous at all. I have to work hard and compared to my friends I am poor. But still I feel rich. I feel rich because I can put all my efforts into my work without having to ask if I ever get it back. And that's how my business works.
Chapter 4
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