vampireisthenewblack, venis-envy, sapphirescribe and I are collaborating on VampSlash, a blog dedicated to reviewing and discussing the very best slash fics featuring wolves and vampires within the Twilight fandom.
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Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Eating Me Alive - My Quickie Contest Entry
Title: Eating me alive
Summary: One friend's disease is another friend's heartbreak.
Word Count: 500
Rating: T
Pairing: Bella/Alice
Disclaimer: Twilight and everything related belongs to S. Meyer.
Thanks to my prereader/beta team for making it readable!
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It's beeping, popping up every few seconds, begging for attention. The round icon is taking up all the space of my computer screen, making me anxious, because it's reminding me of you.
When you first entered my life, you were full of energy and passion. We bonded quickly, two young adults cherishing our childhood. We were scared to face the world, imagining a future full of possibilities.
Until reality caught us, and hiding wasn't an option anymore.
Until you stopped eating.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Melancholy - My Twilight No Stress Love Fest Entry
Warnings: character death, partial nudity, non-explicit sexual content
If you can, listen to "Pavane" by Gabriel Fauré while you read this.
If you can, listen to "Pavane" by Gabriel Fauré while you read this.
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Jasper
Every night, after the dangerous sun disappears, I stand by his house and watch over him. When I arrive, he is generally narrating his day to his parents, all-proud of his last achievements. As usual, his father is faking interest, sipping his wine, while his mother nods absently between bites of her dinner. I taste their boredom in my mouth, so bitter that even his sweet enthusiasm cannot lessen it. She interrupts him after a few moments to inquire about his date for the latest social event of the season. She is referring this time to the prestigious St Valentine's Ball planned in a few days. As his dear mother presents a list of suitable young ladies to accompany him, my boy looks taken aback. His face, still pink from the freezing wind, reddens even more with anguish as he stutters his replies, before excusing himself and half-running to his room.
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