Very involved....
Back to my orginal reason for writing. I'm easily bored and I've finished up my fun with my... girl... friend.... Erm, never mind for now. So anyway, I found insperation for a storyline that I wish to write before I go.
STORY
Ashley smiled to herself as she moved toward the mansion. Her long blue hair was pushed back into a messy pony-tail and whipped into the wind as she ran. She couldn't wait for the full moon! She stopped short and shot her hand into her grocery bag, double checking its contents: The food was there, drinks, and her blue hair dye. She sighed in relife and giggled into her hands. Everyone in the house thought she was silly for dying her blonde hair everytime she changed out of wolf form but she liked the color blue.
"You shouldn't stare out the window that long. You'll forget the time and stand in the sunlight." A female voice sighed from a desk, twirling a pen in her clawed hand.
The vampire in front of the window chuckled, watching the racing cyan blur approach the house. "You always had a way with words, kitten." He tilted his head back and flashed her a a fanged smile, which only increased when she glared at him flustered.
"I told you not to call me that! I am -not- a kitten!"
"Whatever you say... kitten."
She let out a strangled, frustrated cry. "I give up on you, Reginald! I really do." Heather tapped her claws on the desk then locked her watery purple eyes on his distant icey blue ones. "... are you alright?"
When he didn't answer she frowned and purposly threw her pen at his head. The cat demon yelped when instead of him catching it, like she iintended, it bounced off the side his head. He slowly reached up and rubbed the sore spot but didn't look away from the almost fillled moon that hung outside the window. "I just... feel weird M'lady. Like I'm missing something... important."
"That's called a mid-life crisis! " She gasped, "Its cause you're almost fourty! A couple more years and you'll be over the hill!"
"... I ... doubt vampires go 'over-the-hill." He responded lightly picking up the offending pen and casting it back at her desk. "But a mid-life crisis? What is that?"
She waved her hand dismisively going back to whatever she was doing in the start. "You know, " she paused and searched for words, "you just feel out of it and...uh stuff! It passes."
"I pray that you're right."
She giggled, "Don't pray, I don't want to be forced to sweep up ashes."
"Ha. Ha."
Ashley smiled to herself as she moved toward the mansion. Her long blue hair was pushed back into a messy pony-tail and whipped into the wind as she ran. She couldn't wait for the full moon! She stopped short and shot her hand into her grocery bag, double checking its contents: The food was there, drinks, and her blue hair dye. She sighed in relife and giggled into her hands. Everyone in the house thought she was silly for dying her blonde hair everytime she changed out of wolf form but she liked the color blue.
"You shouldn't stare out the window that long. You'll forget the time and stand in the sunlight." A female voice sighed from a desk, twirling a pen in her clawed hand.
The vampire in front of the window chuckled, watching the racing cyan blur approach the house. "You always had a way with words, kitten." He tilted his head back and flashed her a a fanged smile, which only increased when she glared at him flustered.
"I told you not to call me that! I am -not- a kitten!"
"Whatever you say... kitten."
She let out a strangled, frustrated cry. "I give up on you, Reginald! I really do." Heather tapped her claws on the desk then locked her watery purple eyes on his distant icey blue ones. "... are you alright?"
When he didn't answer she frowned and purposly threw her pen at his head. The cat demon yelped when instead of him catching it, like she iintended, it bounced off the side his head. He slowly reached up and rubbed the sore spot but didn't look away from the almost fillled moon that hung outside the window. "I just... feel weird M'lady. Like I'm missing something... important."
"That's called a mid-life crisis! " She gasped, "Its cause you're almost fourty! A couple more years and you'll be over the hill!"
"... I ... doubt vampires go 'over-the-hill." He responded lightly picking up the offending pen and casting it back at her desk. "But a mid-life crisis? What is that?"
She waved her hand dismisively going back to whatever she was doing in the start. "You know, " she paused and searched for words, "you just feel out of it and...uh stuff! It passes."
"I pray that you're right."
She giggled, "Don't pray, I don't want to be forced to sweep up ashes."
"Ha. Ha."
