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[raven1972]

well it just seemed he was more of the wall than normal , although it might just be me and thats normal for a youngish rebellious Shadowman.

[Rae]

LOL Maybe. Though...he is one of the eldest ones. XD *giggles* I think I'm just oblivious to his...oddness most of the time.

[Rae]

"Enter code here to win a free Harley!" Ok! =D "Please enter your personal information below." Um...no friggen way. D: Seriously...don't give out personal info. People who ask for it are trying to suck your soul out through your eyes. Which might hurt. :/

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Me on Twitter. >_> Up next...quotes from Darkside books 2 through 4...unless I get lazy again.

[Rae]

“Is that idiot Rafferty sober enough to be left in charge of the barge?”

Humphrey shrugged. “Probably not. But he’s been driving these boats since he was able to stand up. I think he’ll be alright.”

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With hindsight, perhaps playing Gorey had not been his best idea.

--

Carnegie was ensconced in the chair behind his desk, peering suspiciously at the recovered diamond ring.

“Funny what people get attached to,” he said. “I wouldn’t swap a leg of lamb for this.”

Jonathan settled down on the threadbare couch by the window. “I don’t think it’d fit you, anyway,” he replied lazily.

The wereman glared at him. “Why don’t you go and clean up? All that blood on you is making me hungry, and I’d hate to have to eat you.”

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“Sorry, but who’s James Arkel?” asked Jonathan.

“Good question,” an amused voice answered from the doorway. “You should be a reporter.”

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Harry: “Sorry, boss. But come on--he’s got to be the only person in Darkside who doesn’t know who James Arkel is. We could put him on the ‘Believe It or Not!’ page in tonight’s edition!”

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“This is no joke, Nihcolas!” Humphrey paused as the waitress returned, placing a cup before de Quincy. When she had gone, he resumed speaking in a hushed whisper. “I’ll admit that we were the ones who lured him up onto the roof. But we didn’t know he was going to be torn to pieces up there! We didn’t know he was a Ripper!”

“Well, we knew that Arkel wasn’t going to come back down from the roof, and it was unlikely he was going to be tickled to death.”

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Could a vampire--a creature of the undead--die? Raquella didn’t know, but for the next few days Vendetta had come as close to mortality as she had ever seen him. Racked with fever, he tossed and turned in bed, muttering phrases in a strange language. The slightest sliver of light caused him such pain that his screams echoed down the hallways of his enormous mansion.

Throughout the darkest days of Vendetta’s illness, there had only been one person there to look after him. One person who had wiped the perspiration from his skin, tried to feed him food and water, wrenched open the windows when it was safely dark outside, and chased the stench of death from the stuffy bedroom. One person who, during one particularly long and painful night, had rolled up her shirtsleeve and pricked her arm with a sewing needle, allowing drops of blood to trickle into Vendetta’s grateful mouth.

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“You’re hurting me,” Raquella said through gritted teeth.

“You want to tell me about pain? I’m a cripple!”

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Jonathan turned to see a man being dragged through the doorway of the Aurora Borealis Exotic Candle Shop. Scrabbling frantically for something to cling on to, the man’s hands fastened themselves around a lamppost. He didn’t scream for help; he must have known there was no point. The tug-of-war lasted for a few seconds, until the unseen creature from inside the Aurora Borealis gave one final wrench, and the man flew into the dark recesses of the shop. All that remained was his top hat, rolling forlornly around the sidewalk.

“They must really want to sell him candles,” Jonathan said.

“That’s one way of looking at it,” Carnegie conceded. “Either that, or they really want to make him into candles.”

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Lucien: “Tell me, young Starling, does everyone who works with you get hit over the head?”

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Carnegie coughed uncomfortably, ending the prolonged silence.

“You even think about trying to hug me, you’ll regret is, boy.”

“Wasn’t going to.”

“Good…then, um…give my regards to your father. And don’t get yourself killed.”

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Vendetta: “I am what I am, Raquella. This is as close to thanks as you will ever get.”

--

“May I speak to him?” she asked briskly.

“Be my guest,” Vendetta replied. “You’re father is.”

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“Master…what are you doing up? I thought you were asleep.”

The vampire gave her an amused, calculating stare. “So I see.” He closed his book with a snap. “I don’t mind you inviting friends around, Raquella, but your taste leaves little to be desired. What do we have here?” Vendetta cast an eye over his maid’s companions. “A fat man and a pet mongrel. What a combination! Will they be dining with us?”

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Lucien broke into a mocking peal of laughter. “How very touching. Teaching self-restraint these days, Carnegie?”

“When I can,” the wereman replied coolly. “You teaching running?”

--

Marianne smiled sweetly.

“I wanted to see what the inside of the Cain Club looked like. The members get so nervous about the thought of a lady passing through the doors.” She looked around, and wrinkled her nose. “Although now that I’m here, I’m not sure it was worth it. It’s a bit gothic for my tastes.”

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“It seems you’ve lived to fight another day, little one.”

“Just about. Are you disappointed?” he challenged.

She chuckled with delight. “Maybe a little. Still, I did save you life.”

“Yeah…” Jonathan paused, unsure of what to say. “Um…thanks, I guess.”

“You’re welcome. And get those ribs strapped up as soon as you can.”

The bounty hunter turned to leave.

“Oh, Marianne? Could you do me a favor?”

“A favor? Perhaps.”

“I’ve just survived a fight with a Black Phoenix. Do you think you could stop calling me ‘little one’?”

She smiled enigmatically and, with a flick of her undertaker’s coat, was gone.

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Harry: “We did all right in the end, didn’t we?”

Jonathan: “Not bad for a couple of kids.”

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“Listen to me,” the wereman continued matter-of-factly. “Not only are we going to have to deal with Vendetta when he’s recovered, but now we’ve crossed a Ripper as well. To be honest, I think our chances of surviving to the end of the week are fairly slim. You’re not going to be short on contact with the bad guys. I’m sure you’ll get the opportunity to ask them a question or two.”

“That’s true,” came the glum reply. “But if things are so dangerous, why do you sound so cheery?”

Carnegie shrugged. “Must be my sunny disposition. Come on.”

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Lifeblood (Darkside book 2) by Tom Becker. Carnegie=<3 Marianne=<3 Vendetta=[shadow=red,left,300]<3[/shadow] I loooooooooove this series. One book down...two to go. >_>

[Rae]

“What is it, Gally?” Newt inquired curiously, munching through the sandwich’s crust.

Al mentally frowned. Not because of Newt’s question, but because she was eating his sandwich. It was rude. Mainly because he had been intending to save it for later.

“It is a he, love,” Al said, adjusting his lacey cuffs. He gave her an amused look as he added, “He’s a demon.”

A frown spread over Newt’s face, wrinkling her brow. She shuffled her bare feet, swallowing the last bit of cheese sandwich. “He doesn’t smell like us. Gally, he’s not kin!”

Not waiting for a reply, Newt’s usual long, ebony staff appeared in her hands and she positioned it over the boy like a spear. “I am going to wake him up.”

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Random fic of mine. They're talking about Nero, btw. >_>

[Rae]

“Let‘s cut to the chase then, yeah? All this sexual tension‘s doing my head in,” Marcus said.

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From Fear Itself.

[Rae]

“Look, Vergil,” Lady snapped, the Samsara safely in her hands. “I don’t care if you’re going to go after the damn sword or not. But we’re going back now or I’ll leave you in this time period to deal with Tom yourself.”

By the scowl on her face, it was hard to believe that two minutes ago they had kissed, and easy to believe that they’d had one of their infamous fights that morning. So what it came down to was if Vergil wanted to deal with Tom Riddle or Dante for the rest of his life. Picking the lesser of the two evils, he decided to go with her. He could always get the sword when they killed Arkham.

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Vergil nodded once. “All the legends say it was built by humans so they could get closer to their ‘gods’. Then the entire clan vanished before you sealed it away.”

“Yes,” Sparda said thoughtfully, looking like he had a secret to tell. It was a very odd look for such a powerful devil to be wearing. “But the truth is…demons helped them build it. The clan wasn’t just given a blue print and told to build under penalty of death. They were tricked; seduced into believing that if they built the tower to prove their loyalty, they would be rewarded with a devil’s power. So the humans built. Any who changed their mind were permitted to leave if they wanted. After all, what demon wants a follower who will balk at the first chance?

“But at the end of each work day, while the humans slept, the devils who hired them wove spells and enchantments over the very bricks they’d placed. From what I was told at the time, it was a safe guard to prevent humans from using it and gaining access to Hell. The entire clan could sacrifice as many people as they could, could even be spelled into a demon or ingest a demon’s blood, but they could never get through. As history would have it, they were later killed.

“That being said, this…Arkham is just a man. He may be powerful and well versed in the magical arts, but he’s incapable of controlling either the tower or my power due to his human blood. The Temen-ni-Gru should have cast him out, but instead it found the wrong target,” Sparda finished, the look in his eyes suggesting that since the tower was over two thousand years old, there was bound to be a couple kinks in it.

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Both from Anachronism.

[Rae]

Eva: Okay... but I want to sleep with Daddy today!

Me: I'd like to do that, too, Eva. >_>

Sparda: *chokes on his tea*

Vergil: ....

Eva: *bounces* Really? I think Daddy’s bed is big. *smiles* Mummy, Daddy, me, Atty, Gus, and Darus can sleep on it. Uncle Dante and Billy too? *not sure*

Me: *inner yaoi fangirl perks up* Sure, Eva. Uncle Dante can share Vergie's bed. >:3

Vergil: No.

Me: [I'm terrible, making comments like this in front of Eva, who doesn't get it, huh? >_>]

Basil: [xP Good thing Daddy and Grandpa are too busy to kill us]

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Rp with Basil. ^^;

[Rae]

“Sorry, mom. We‘ve been a little busy.”

“Oh, it‘s alright, honey,” her mom replied, sounding content and like she was settling in to chat for a long while. “So, how is your trip going? Have you made any new friends? What‘s the lake like?”

Jenny stood there a moment, wondering how to answer that. Well mom, the trip’s been okay except bad things kept happening and Dee and I got drunk in Vegas. I nearly got mugged, but don’t worry because Marcus, this shadow man who’s been watching me for a while, saved me. Then things started to get creepy, but we made it to Tahoe in one piece, and met a really nice family called the Redferns. Julian (you know, that guy we tried to tell you about who kidnapped us at Tom’s birthday party?) crashed the party, and I nearly got eaten by a giant wolf, but Marcus saved me again. The nine of us talked it out and decided we would figure out who the wolves were after, so we split up. Marcus and I got attacked again and Audrey and Michael are in a coma. Why are we getting attacked? Well, the Elders, the shadow men who are even older than Julian and Marcus, want us dead for beating them in the Games. So, we’re in lock down in the house until we can figure out who their after next. Oh, and I’m starting to question whether or not I actually love Tom or if I’m just using him as a way to keep Julian from attempting to claim me. Sounds like lots of fun fun fun, right? “Everything‘s going okay. We haven‘t met too many people, it‘s been a little cold so we‘re staying inside.”

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Fear Itself, editted version of what should be chapter nine. >_>

[Rae]

Twitter Dante: Haha, oh, is Vergil awake?
Marcus: ^^ Uh...I think he's out on a job. :/ Only Shade and I are home, so.... *not sure where he is*
Twitter Dante: ... *sitting next to you* I know.
Marcus: How'd you get in the house? Kai's gonna kick my ass if I need a new door
Twitter Dante: Oh, I just watch you in your sleep. /no I don't it's just easy to get in for me.
Marcus: That's usually my line... /notreally But you do it without teleporting...and that's just awesome....
Twitter Dante: I'm just THAT awesome. And sexy. *pose*
Marcus: Well, duh.
Kai: At work. Wondering when people will realize the person who's not signing their tweets on this account...is Marcus.
Twitter Dante: ... Is Marcus a dude? I can't remember if you said so.
Kai: Yes, yes he is. Don't worry...he's not flirting with you...yet.
Twitter Dante: I'm both disturbed and amused.
Kai: So am I, to be honest.

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Twitter convo between DevilNeverCry42 and Marcus. I love how Kai just steps right in as soon as Marcus starts to flirt. XD

[Rae]

Rae's a ninja panda, ninja pa...uh...I mean penguin. Shit. Anyway. Rae's a ninja penguin, NINJA PENGUIN!

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Marcus on Twitter.

[Rae]

“How was Trent?” Ivy asked.

Rachel wasn’t fooled by the nonchalance. There was something odd about the looks Ivy and Jenks kept exchanging when they thought she wasn’t looking. But she was halfway through a mouthful of coffee, so she settled on answering with an odd shrug.

“Yeah, Rache,” Jenks piped up, grinning mischievously. “Trent still trying to get you to whore yourself out to him?”

Rachel choked on her coffee, making hot liquid shoot up her nose and down the passageway to her lungs. It was hot enough to feel like it burnt her throat and she missed Ivy’s rebuke. Jenks was laughing like it had been a great joke; Rachel didn’t quite think so. For some odd, unknown reason it had brought of memories of her and Trent’s kiss…which was just weird and something she didn’t care to think about.

“It’s Trent,” Rachel reminded them once she’d calmed down. “He can’t see me and not ask. It would be…against his make up to not ask for me to work with him.”

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Jenks landed on her shoulder, his wings buzzing at an ultrasonic speed.

“Right behind ya, Rache,” he said, the humor gone from his voice and a seriousness that meant it was time for work falling into place.

Instantly she felt a bit better. If Jenks was with her, everything would be okay. Rachel opened the door.

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From Of Wizard Schools And Demons (it's a working title...so any other suggestions would be good) a Hollows and Harry Potter crossover of mine.

[Rae]

“I am not going to go out and hunt some person down!” Jonathan fumed.

Vendetta didn’t take that well. He was already fairly angry over spending the entire day training (bickering with) his inconsiderate ‘apprentice’…and he was considering killing the boy himself. That was the problem with people these days. There was no respect and no gratitude. Hmm…no. Scratch the inconsiderate bit…the boy was insufferable.

“If you think, Starling,” the vampire started, his eyes narrowed dangerously, “that I am going to let my apprentice walk out of this house, untrained and ready to destroy every ounce of secrecy I have built up, you are sorely mistaken.”

“I don’t care. I’m not going to hunt.” Jonathan knew he was pushing the envelope here. Vendetta was lightly flushed, his pale hair barely out of place and his blue eyes blazing. They were nearly in each other’s faces, both breathing heavily, and Jonathan knew that if Raquella happened to walk in on this, he would never hear the end of it. She would say he was being disrespectful to their master after he’d saved them. However, it didn’t matter to Jonathan what Vendetta did for him; he would never belong to him and he would always hate him. Or so he hoped.

Vendetta searched the boy’s expression; those blue, blue eyes giving the impression of seeing into Jonathan’s very soul. His gaze dropped to Jonathan’s lips and he subconsciously moved forward. Jonathan’s gut tightened. Anticipation fluttered through him. He found himself waiting for something he wasn’t even sure of, but what ever it was made his pulse race.

And then, in the blink of an eye, Vendetta had moved to the door, leaving Jonathan to feel very confused.

“You will feed. Do not debate me on this.”

As the door slammed behind him, his words didn’t process in Jonathan’s mind. He was still slightly distracted by his odd reaction to the vampire’s closeness. It was a vampire thing, had to be, he decided. After all, he was straight. He had no reason to want to, of all things, kiss Vendetta…right?

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From an unamed Darkside fic. Jonathan and Vendetta weren't supposed to get together...or even be attracted to each other...I'm not sure how this happened...not that I'm complaining. -wink-

[Rae]

She tossed her things around wildly until she accidentally threw Malchior's book down and it landed wide open.

"If this is your way of apologizing for that monster the other day, I'll have you know it hurt." Malchior uttered.

"Well that's one good thing done today." Raven said pleased with herself.

"How rude. Anyway, what in Rorek's name are you doing?" He questioned obviously bored.

"Not that it's any of your concern, but in any case, I'm looking for something." Raven answered while looking around madly.

"I might be able to help. I know exactly where that 'Shade' put whatever you are looking for." Malchior informed.

"It's 'Slade' and what do you know?" Raven hovered over the book, arms crossed.

"Being the highly skilled dragon that I am. Can be very useful. This friend 'Slave' of yours placed something just above the dresser, in the far off corner." Malchior's eyes shot to the side although they did not visibly move. Raven looked at him mildly confused.

"How could you see that?" Raven demanded.

"I can have eyes on the back of my book." Malchior replied quite proud of his abilities.

"How much can you see?" Raven raised an eyebrow.

"Enough. You could say, I now know just how 'beautiful' you really are." Malchior said salaciously with a chuckle to accompany his statement. Raven went pale for a second, and then blushed, and finally turned red with rage. Smoke nearly streamed out of her ears. Malchior only laughed at her reaction.

"You better be lying if you wish to continue living on this plain of existence." Raven warned him pointing and glaring.

"I cannot, for that would be lying. The reason you're truly mad is because I left you." Malchior glared back.

"Don't feel too proud of yourself. I only used you because I thought Robin was interested in Starfire." Raven admitted.

"Don't lie to yourself Raven. It's 'pointles'. The truth you'll have to live with is that my freedom was more important than you. Or my chances of 'bedding' you." Malchior proclaimed.

"How could you 'bed' me? You were a bunch of old papers stuck together. Then, you turned into a over-grown cave salamander! Either way, you didn't even have the necessary components to achieve that!" Raven shot back.

"I had more than enough to make you scream and beg for more." Malchior eyed her.

Slade sat in his seat holding the remote and watching the exchange. Hearing and seeing everything that went on in Raven's room. He sat back and relaxed. This was like watching Jerry Springer.

"More like beg for any at all. Since you couldn't give me any!" Raven argued. This was very unlike her. But every once in a while, especially after defeating her father. She could allow herself sometime to let loose and just be normal rather than brooding and endlessly serious.

"You know very well I had all I need to get you done." Malchior kept on rambling.

"Yeah, papers! I'm sure those could be used just as well." Raven complained.

"Just who do you think you are? Maybe you're too frigid to be able to feel anything at all!" Malchior responded.

"Only frigid because you can't make me feel anything!" Raven exclaimed.

"Oh that's it. Hows about we ask your mother how good I am?" Malchior exclaimed.

"Don't even go there! My mother is dead!" Raven scolded hoping that would fool him so he would shut the hell up. That however didn't work.

"Because I left her, I know." Malchior said.

"She isn't dead you fool." Raven hissed.

"Then run along like a good little girl and ask the woman how many times I 'did' her." Malchior suggested.

"You mean how many times you tried to do her." Raven pressed on.

"And succ-" Malchior began but was cut off by Raven.

"Failed!" She barked, slammed the book shut and kicked it under the bed. She stormed off towards her dresser, found the mini camera and looked into it.

"The End!" Raven spat and smashed the thing under her boot.

The transmission ended leaving Slade in his seat just slightly disappointed.

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From the fic Ulterior Motives by Slade's Icy Apprentice on FFN. I'm not linking to it cuz that's the only part of the fic I liked. I love how Slade's just sitting there watching this whole scene on the monitor. Gotta wonder what he's thinking. *starts giggling*

[Rae]

Kyrie cleaned and dried the knife before setting it over the little bowl of fire to heat. A bead of water dropped down into the flames, popping and crackling in a slightly foreboding way. It didn’t take long for the blade to become almost too hot to handle. She wrapped on of the remaining pieces of cloth around her hand and picked up the knife.

Though Vergil’s skin didn’t look dead or diseased, Kyrie wasn’t entirely sure how that would look with the infection so deep inside him and had decided to cauterize the wound. She knew Vergil could heal. She knew burning the area around the infected tissue probably wasn’t going to do anything. But she was tired and she wasn’t going to do this again tonight.

It took a moment for her to gather her resolve before she slowly slid the knife in, filling the width of the wound, and pressed it against his skin. Having no painkillers or anesthesia, she had expected the fever and his loss of consciousness to dampen the pain so there would be no physical reaction. Therefore, she was surprised when Vergil’s body spasmed and twisted, trying to move him away from the object that was causing him harm. It was a struggle for Kyrie to keep the knife level and not accidentally stab him…again. And, though his pain made her feel guilty, she couldn’t deny that a, deeply buried, part of her found a perverse sense of satisfaction at the sight.

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Rebellion chapter eight: Persephone. I kinda like this sudden, darker side to Kyrie. Wonder if I should keep it, though. Kinda sounds like she's torturing him instead of healing him. ._.