"You alright?" she asked.

"Mmhm," Jess replied cheerily. Ok, so she wasn't curious; that was good. "So you don't have anyone you wouldn't want to leave behind, right?"

"...I just have one question: What about Tim? I know he likes me since I broke the spell, but after what happened earlier today..."

"Tim is coming with us. What do you want to know about earlier today?" Jess watched Maddie, perplexed because the day's events had seemed pretty clear to her.

"Exactly why did he pass out after sending the picture to me? I mean, I know thoughts are easy, but why did the picture take so much out of him?"

"Ok, ahhh," Jess paused and kneaded her forehead with her knuckles. "That . . . is sort of hard to explain. See, uh, he transfered more to you than the picture." She sighed, wondering how to explain it. "Member when I said that when he sent you the picture, I called it 'feeding'? Well, it's not your fault exactly, it's more his for being such a complete dumb ass, but when he sent you the picture you fed off him, and he let you. He . . . like, let you take in a lot of his spiritual energy. I guess that's how you would understand it."

"Oh...wow...I-I don't really know what to say after that," she muttered.

"But, do you understand? That's a lot of the reason why I freaked out, because he let a totally inexperienced person that kind of access, I mean, what the fuck was he thinking? How could he expect you to not respond to that amount of power? It's not your fault, it's his." Jess looked at Maddie and tried to understand her expression.

"I get what happened now...and to answer your question from earlier, there is no one here. Mark and Adam took me in after my family was confirmed dead."

"Well, I'll return shortly with Tim, then," Jess said standing up. The sooner they were gone, the better.

Maddie nodded and stood up to inform Mark and Adam that they were leaving soon.

I'll be back soon, she transferred to Maddie as she drifted into her dimension.

Maddie nodded to what Jess said and to what the wiser half elf was saying, about what to pack. Mark was also complaining that they just made a good meal go to waste.

Jess sighed inwardly as she drifted into the beauty of her world. The comforting creation that was all hers. As she settled a blurred-blue surroundings around herself, she couldn't resist resting on her back. She decided that staying here wouldn't hurt anything; she needed to collect herself. So much had happened in so little time. Collect, relax, let go . . . of all attachment. . .

As she drifted into unconsciousness, or whatever dream-state you could be in in a world where you had no body, she slowly let down her guard, her iron shield against the past, and the memories slid into her dreams, invading her instituted peace. And she remembered:

- - -

She walked down the bare hall, smiling down on the pedals of the blue rose she held in her hands. He had to accept her, because she needed him. The bond was so strong, it stole her breath just thinking about losing him. There was no doubt: if he were to die, she would follow him without a second glance back, a second thought. It would be to act on instinct that went against instinct, to follow him to the grave. Her heart cried out approval; her inner animal growled it's defiance.

She glanced up timidly as she began nearing Jacob's door, and she felt apprehension crawl up her spine. She shivered, reminded herself that destiny was on her side, and pushed open his door: it didn't open all the way but she heard some sort of . . . noises from inside. The sound sent something unpleasant crawling across her skin, and she felt a foreboding so strong, she just wanted to turn tail and run, but she had to stay. She had to sort things out! This was her only chance! With an inward war-cry she pushed open his door until something, terrible caught her eye.

Her hand fell to her side; her eyes opened wide, and then, she was immobilized, as she watched the two naked figures twisting on Jacob's bed. Her chest felt compressed, her breath no longer came, and agony ripped at her chest. She wanted so badly to close her eyes, to run away, and never come back, but she couldn't move, and she had to watch as they moved rhythmically together, moaning, gasping with pleasure, and ecstasy.

Her mind stated to drift, instinctively, trying to block out the blinding pain associated with the sight of the one man she loved, the only man she could ever love, as he . . .

She stopped concentrating on what was happening, and viewed the scene as detachedly as possible. Two people, panting so heatedly together--it looked right . . . And she realized, that while this was a the worst event imaginable in her world, but, in Jacob's, it was a long desired fantasy come to life. A whimper escaped her lips with the realization, and Jacob's head snapped up. He seemed to say something; Jess didn't want to hear him. She brought her hand up to her mouth, trying to force back the screams, the agony, the torment.

Then, she looked at Jacob's partner for the first time, and she dropped the rose. Jacob was with a . . .

Jess turned around as fast as she could and ran down the hall, racing blindly, one word lodged in her mind: man. She sobbed with confusion, identifying the betrayal she felt crushing her heart, tearing apart her soul. How . . . could . . . he? She felt her body cry out, feeling somehow separated from her physical self, isolating herself in her mind as she ran, panic guiding her movements. She looked up, towards the darkness at the end of the hall, where she remembered the exit to be. She ran faster, crying out for escape--for some way out of the nightmare. But the darkness came no closer, and she felt desperation clutching at her torso, excruciatingly tight. JUST KILL ME NOW! She thought, wanting so much just to fall over, lifeless and no longer plagued be reality.

The darkness seemed to near, and her heart-rate sped up with hesitant relief. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she ran numbly into the darkness. She closed her eyes and felt herself fall . . .

- - -

Here, Jess thought, wiping the tears from her face. I fell here. Into a world created, formed, by grief . . . desperation . . . anger . . . and a terrible longing for safety; safety from the world.

She curled into a ball and decided it was ok to cry . . . if only for a little while . . .

(Maddie? Don't you mean Jess?...*head/desk* stupid writer's block)

((Oh, yes ^-^--I mean Jess. lol, sorry! ))

(It's ok)

((Out of ideas?))

(no ideas...you?)

((I never run out ^-^))

Tim sat on the edge of his bed, mentally sighing as he awaited Jess' predictable appearance. He knew exactly what must have happened, and he was ecstatic, but more than slightly nervous. Bring them to Myandred? It just didn't seem like it could work out the way Jess wanted it to, the way she must have pictured it in her mind.

Tim fell back onto his bed and groaned; this was going to be strenuous: how were they going to be able to take all three of them back alone? They needed help, if they had any intention of living after the trip. The idea of killing himself in order to transport three possibly hostile and/or dangerouse strangers into their homeland, so that they could roam and wreak havoc on their peaceful world, wasn't very incising from this vantage point.

They had to find another Myandred soil alleviated immigrant to help, but, where were they going to find one of those? They didn't even have time to look! Oh, ya, fat chance of one just waltzing into the shop and begging to aid them in their noble quest.

Juliet tried to swipe away the rancid swelling air before she gagged, and vomited in this vile place. Urgh, why was she here anyways? To rot in this fucking Hell? Nice . . .

Juliet winced, feeling it again: the crawling, eerie tingle that inched up her spine whenever there was nothing to be seen, but something definitely watching. Who was it? Why had they been following her this long? She just wanted to find Tim, find Jess, and bring them back home with her, or--guess what?--she wouldn't be able to return home herself.

She stopped walking and listened to the hurried shooshing of footsteps. So someone was following her, and they really needed to learn proper shadowing. She turned, she let her fangs slide from her mouth, and gave in to the burning inside her. If this kid was smart, he would run at the first deadly flash of her eyes, but it would be too late.

She felt her eyes growing brighter, she felt the sweet crackling of her fire within, and she groaned with its heat, and reveled in the ecstasy it sent reeling through her system. Hunger, dangerous and lovely, curled in her stomach, and she growled with the intensity of it all. She wanted to kill him NOW, it wouldn't be as sweet after interrogation, because her thirst could have dulled! She wanted him now, while she was crazy with her hunger . . . but, what purpose would that serve, other than to please herself?

She shot forward, her heart pounding excitedly with the speed; oh how she'd been longing to let go and just be what she was, to release her Vampire self from it's captive state. She grabbed the boy's belt and pulled him to her, feeling the fire light her eyes, her world.

"What's a pretty baby boy like you doing following an old girl like me?" She let her left hand slide up his chest, and over, onto his shoulder. She released her claws.

"Arrrghraa!" He screamed throwing his head back and fighting to get free. "Holy shit, you fuckin bitch!" Ok, maybe he isn't so pretty.

"That's not very nice!" Juliet cooed in a mock baby voice, raising his blood to a boil and practically dying with her want of it. She pushed him up against the ally wall, and leaned into him, reveling in his intoxicating scent. Oh, fuck . . .

"Apologize?" She whispered against his neck, holding herself back just barely. She flicked her gaze up to his face, away from his captivatingly pounding pulse; he was shooting daggers at her with his baby blue eyes. Juliet smiled and kissed him on the underside of his chin. "You want to live, don't you Baby?" She sunk her claws in deeper, and felt him gasp and struggle in her iron grip. She retracted her claws, popped one of her fingers, coated in his delicious blood, into her mouth and sucked.

"Go on then," She told him, pausing her sucking for only a second. "Apologize to your Mommy, Baby. And then tell me who sent you." As Juliet's body absorbed his blood, she felt her way into his mind, his weakness slowly expanding, and didn't bother herself over the fact that he would rather die slowly by her murderous and kinky hand, than tell her what was going on, before she killed him anyways. She would have her information now, no matter what. Good thing he's only human.

"Only human, huh?" He smirked deviously, and Juliet almost fell over onto her ass with surprise. His eyes were Glowing. Not burning, like a vampire's, not illuminated by a lunar light shining from within, like a Werewolf's, but radiating, like a Nymph's beautiful eyes always were, only . . . somehow different. An exiled Nymph? Never before had she even heard of one, so what was he? Holy shit! She'd just given him access into her mind! OH DAMNIT! She was fucking everything up!

"Thinking of fucking," he began suggestively, but Juliet was already gone, evaporated into her own dimension to figure out what the HELL was going on.

"I am going to kill that fucking son of fucking bitch, that bitch being our grandmother!" Adam yelled as he was packing his stuff. "He's worse than that one human that keeps on flirting with you and Maddie when you're not looking!"

"Wait, so that one girl that was flirting with me was bi?" Mark asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That or it guy disguised as a girl and still was bi."

"I'll never understand what goes on through your head, Adam..." Mark sighed, after a few moments.

(HELLO????????? IS ANYONE STILLL HERE???)

((Hai! SORRY!!! I truly am! I totally got lost in . . . ha, everything, lol. I started focusing on fanfiction.net more instead. Oo, I'm so mean! I don't know how I could just drop this like that!))

((Hey, who are they talking about??))

(OH THANK GOD! I thought it was turning into some of the roleplays that I did on Gaia where no one would post in like weeks or months. I nearly forgotten about this place until I got an message of a FP story updating)

And i have no clue. I was just pulling random stuff)

lol, I'll explain where I was going with all that . . . ah that crazy bitch wit that horney guy and everything.

K, she was a vampire sent to retreive Jess and Tim; she was bacically exiled for 'traitorous actions'

*nods* ok. Is there anything else about her?

Ah, and the guy, I was planning a bridge between our imaginative worlds with him. He is a Nymph (an elf like creature in my world Myandred) and he left of his own will. He left the world of Myandred I mean.

He is virtually good, his soul, though he like sex a lot, but that doesn't really mean anything, just most people would think that makes him 'dark' or something.

I was thinking that he could work for your bad guy, but still be good you know? Like planning to kill the guy if he did anything really bad. I can't really plan that far, considering I don't know much about your character, and have only one very vauge insight into his mind.

yeah that's true. i only created him but the story's going no where and i might just get rid of the story that i was going to do with him and maddie but seeing how the comments were negative (it seemed like it to me and it did have some pointers about how to improve and crap)

Explaining how they can travel between the worlds:

they all have that dimention thingy. And the advanced form of that, and it's most basic purpose, is so that they can transfer between the worlds, though they aren't tought how to do it, or forced to do it, unless they did something bad, or wanted to leave, and were high up enough to have that freedom.

By 'them' I mean the 'people' on Myandred. Nymphs, werewolves, and vampires.

Just let the story evolve the way it wants to. Let is manifest however it seems to on it's own as you go throug it.

Ah, any questions about the . . . like explining? Ha, I liked the potential your story had, I could help you work on it. We could make a thred where I just help you evolve the plot, characters, and your own writing style . . . if you would go for that?

i swear i was working on that but then all of the negatives started showing up and well, it lowered my confedence. besides most of the good plots were taken by other real authors in the world!...you're is good to, but i just don't want to seem like stealing their plot ideas, you know?

Hmm? Hey, I used to worry about that too, but really once you let yourself get crazy with things, and just know that you'll smooth out the rough edges later, everything flows really originally. And bouncing ideas off of other people does really help, that's why I do this roleplaying. You've helped me a lot with my story, even if its still in my head, lol.

You just gotta have fun with it. And don't let your confidence get smashed!

Yeah, I even put somewhat of a rant on my fanfiction account. Some people from the yahoo group were kinda bugging me about something and it gets annoying considering how busy I was, and that I rather do fanfiction than fictionpress.

Ah, mee too!!!!! Tammy's being such a . . . oo, I won't say *exactly* what she has been being. *grr* she wants me to review this chick who doesn't know how to write for crap!! And I was like "sure yah" not knowing how sucky this girls storys were going to be, and then I look on both her accounts and tried to read her stories on fanficiton and *died*. Repeat: *DIED*.

Not that her writing sucks, but seriously, her writing sucks. Well, it was just horribly BORING. Like, nothing happened. Needless to say, I'm waiting for Tammy to kick me out, and I can't wait until she does.

I didn't even want to make an account on this site! I mean, I prefer fanfiction for a reason: I can be random and use characters that everyone has heard about and do whatever the -bleep- I want with them!

Shouldn't there be like a quit this group button somewhere? Or we could just not review anyone at all. Heck, I don't mind waiting for others to read and review my work, but I will not stand for complete negativism, when it comes to my fanfics (no matter how random my stories are)! They will be deleted and etc.!...I'm going to check about that quit the group button now.

lol, you just tell Tammy, I think

But I don't care enough to quit

eh, if she asks me about the group, i'll let her know then. at least school's out, for me that is. I don't know/remember if you do though so sorry if I may have offended you.

Ah, no, lol, why did you think you had offended me? Sorry I didn't message back last night; I was uber tired.

Hey, link me to your fanfiction account; I wanna see it. Oo, and I'm out of school too! But I have summerschool 4 days a week, frm 8-1:20. Urgh, I'm talking som freshman courses so that I don't have to take them when I really am a freshman durring the new school year.

Wait, do what? lol

I meant that I didn't know if you were out or not and it probably didn't seem right if I was out and you weren't and I was rubbing it in.

http://www.fanfiction.net/~theredone1223

And I'm trying to come up with some serious Pokemon story, but I can't seem to type/write it down. Stupid writers block.

Ah, sweet ^-^

I'll check it out, and it the meantime, we should probably start roleplaying, lol.

OMG! I read this awesome fanfiction last night, and it seriously made me bawl ALL NIGHT LONG. I never do that for stories! Never! I'm just like in awe that the author could make their story do that to me. But then it was also incredibly funny, I'm not even done with it.

Oh, right, that was off topic *slaps forehead*

I'ts ok. What was it called so I can go check it out...wait what were we doing in the roleplay, last time?

Uhh, *scratched head* I don't remember, lol. I'll check *scrolls up*

Right, right. Jess was crying in her dimention, Tim was wondering how Jess planned to get them all into Myandred, considering how much energy that would take. And then I introduced the two characters that would join forces with them eventually to help transport you guys to safety, and then your people were packing, getting ready to leave as soon as Jess got back. I think . . . damn, let me check again, lol.

Right. You do that! I can wait.

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