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Damon was sitting in the cafeteria of the hospital. He was still angry with Elena. Though angry wasn’t exactly the right word. Defeated was more like it. It felt like the universe was doing everything to keep them apart. Well, Damon meant what he’d said. If Elena died, so would he. He wasn’t going to spend another century and a half alone and hated. Sure, there would be other women begging for his attention, but none of them would be Elena Gilbert.
“Damon?” he heard a weak voice say from behind him. He looked over his shoulder. Elena was standing in the doorway, a blanket over her shoulders.
“Elena, what are you doing here?” Damon asked worried and he walked towards her.
“I missed you” Elena confessed. “I don’t want to fight anymore and I can’t sleep when I know you’re upset. So, please, come to bed with me?”
He couldn’t argue with her now. She looked so breakable.
“Yeah, okay” he gave in with a faint smile.
He walked her to her room and helped her in bed.
“Damon?” Elena asked faint. “Could you call Jeremy for me, please? He didn’t show up today, though he said he would. I want to make sure he’s okay”
“Elena Gilbert. Even on her deathbed she still worries about others but herself” Damon said a little cynical, but he conjured his phone anyway. “Strange” he frowned. “Bonnie’s tried to call me a few times” He dialed Bonnie’s phone and waited. But no one picked up. “Whatever, she’ll have to call me tomorrow”
He dialed Jeremy’s number, but he didn’t answer his phone either. Damon started calling all of Elena’s friends, Caroline, Tyler, Stefan. He even called Katherine.
“Damon, what is going on? Why isn’t anyone picking up their phones?” Elena asked panicking.
“It’s probably nothing” Damon tried to reassure her. His phone buzzed and he quickly picked up.
“Damon?” Rebekah said. “I’m guessing you’re at the hospital with Elena?” Damon confirmed that. “Good. Stay put. Whatever you do, do not leave the hospital until you hear from me again”
Damon hung up and smiled at Elena. “That was Rebekah. She invited everyone over to the Boarding House and the music’s playing pretty loud. They didn’t hear their phones” he lied.
Elena knew he wasn’t telling her the truth, but she felt so tired all of a sudden that she decided to let it go for now. She’d confront him in the morning.
posted by lightingjolt11
both sonic shadow were fast a sleep in pods siguiente to there new forms both sonic shadow add mask on there faces tubes in there bodies sonic pod fill with ice blue chaos water sonic was glowing ice blue shadow pod fill with ruby red chaos water sonic future self age 15 in HIGHT 5.0/hermaphrodite ageless/immortality emerald blue ice blue quills like lighting ice blue round his emerald green eyes peach arms chest tummy chest fur like silver ice blue wind marks on his arms for head sides long tail ice white emerald red inhibitor ring on his hand silver wind marks on it end of part 1
Sam was back at the motel, when the door opened and Ellen and Jo came in. Sam looked up and his eyes widened. “Jo” he sighed relieved. He walked to her and threw his arms around her. “You’re alive, thank God”
“Yeah” Jo said, tapping Sam’s shoulder.
Sam scratched his neck. “Eh, do you want some coffee? I can make some” he suggested.
“No, don’t bother, we’re good” Ellen said.
“It’s no bother” Sam said. “I was going to make some anyway” And thus he walked to the kitchen.
“Where’s Dean? I’d like to see him. He wasn’t in his room anymore” Jo said.
“Eh,...
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posted by LowriLorenza89
ABO - Alpha/Beta/Omega verse. A fan fiction genre where characters have secondary genders, with some stereotypical personality traits and canine sexual aspects.

Angst - sad and depressive content, e.g. character deaths, reactions to break-ups, depression and pain.

AU - Alternate universe. Taking the characters from their original setting and placing them in a completely different scenario.

Author's note - a note left by the fan fiction writer, often at the start or end of a chapter but sometimes in the middle. It can be asking for reviews, apologising for an absence/slow posting or explaining...
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posted by LowriLorenza89
My first dislike is when a fan fiction is badly written. I can overlook the occasional mistake, but when a work is filled with errors in spelling, grammar or punctuation, this spoils the story. I don't want to have to struggle to understand what's actually written. It looks unprofessional, pulls me out of what I'm reading and ruins the illusion that the fan fiction could be an addition to or alternate version of the canon story. I understand that some people might not be writing in their first language, or they could be dyslexic or just poor at English, but in such cases they could use a beta...
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Tyler woke up with a burning pain on his chest. Someone was caressing his exposed chest with a vervain flower.
“Good evening, Tyler” a woman said. It wasn’t Veronica. She had a paper bag with her, probably full of vervain and wolfsbane. Her hand disappeared in the bag, but she withdrew her hand she was holding up a sandwich. Tyler raised his eyebrows, something that didn’t go unnoticed. “What? A girl’s got to eat, right? And I don’t know how long I’ll be in here, because that totally depends on you”
“Why? If you’re going to kill me, why not just do it?” Tyler snapped...
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posted by LowriLorenza89
1. A Mary Sue is described as being overly perfect. Every feature of her appearance is beautiful, and nothing about her is unappealing or even plain. Sometimes she considers herself to be ordinary or plain, but the other characters' opinions of her disagree with this.

2. Her physical appearance is often described in far more detail than any of the other characters. Sometimes an entire paragraph, or even multiple paragraphs, is used to describe her. She is often also described in over-the-top, flowery and romanticised language. Her features can be compared to gold, gemstones and other valuables....
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Heather unlocked the door and looked at Meg who had been leaning against the door in an attempt to hear what they were doing.
“Did Cas throw up?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah” Heather answered. “I’m going to need you to clean it up”
“Do I look like a maid to you?” Meg commented offended.
“Of course not, sweetie” Heather smiled weak and she caressed Meg’s cheek. “A maid I would pay. Now, come on, be a doll” And she walked back into the room.
When Meg came back with a mob Heather had taken off her T-shirt and as Meg walked to the vomit spot Heather crawled...
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Sam and Dean had gone to the cafeteria of the hospital to get a quick bite, before they returned to Cas.
In the meantime Cas had time to regret his words. He wished he hadn’t sent Meg away, he wished he hadn’t given permission to get rid of the necklace, he wished he could pull out all threads on his body, so they’d stop making him crazy.
“Do I look like a genie to you?”
Cas looked up. “Who are you?”
“I think you know that” the girl said secretive. “Let me give you a hint. Your girlfriend Meg once gave me a cassette tape. She told me to play it on your wedding day. And then...
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Bonnie grabbed her head and fell on her knees. She’d been struck with a sudden brain attack and she imagined this was what Damon had felt when she attacked him.
“Bonnie!” Matt exclaimed. He wanted to help her stand, but she raised her hand at him. She then stood herself.
“Damon tried to talk to me” she started. “Veronica has Elena. She and Jeremy are in the same place. There’s fire”
“This is ridiculous” Matt muttered. “Can you do something about it?”
“I’m going to try” Bonnie replied determined.
Katherine and Stefan felt their skin burn by the sun, when suddenly...
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posted by artworkstars
Hello to all !

Here is a fiction based on Tokio Hotel and actor Thomas Dekker (and his band).

Find out why, the friend of Tom Kaulitz (Thomas Dekker), met in an American show "Stars Dance Ice" (Ice Dance with the Stars),
could not collaborate musically with Tokio Hotel. And why, Tom Kaulitz regrets having made friends with him during the show, then dragging his group into a descent into Hell that they would never have
imagined living one day, discovering the darkness and taboos of the American world.

It's a science fiction fiction, horror, yaoi / het and +18

Inspired by:

- American Satan
- Village of the Damned
- Invasion Los Angeles / They Live
- The Strain
- V (2009)
- The Magicians

- Books by David Icke

Good reading.

> Videos : link
> Blog : link
posted by Kibahina96
3rd Person


Naruto lay on the soft grass and began to doze off peacefully. Suddenly something dripped on his face "rain" he thought opening his eyes and feeling confused. Sure enough it was raining but it wasn't raining water.It was raining chocolate milk. "Chocolate Milk" Naruto said trying to make sense of it. "Am I dreaming" he wondered.

1st Person Naruto's P.O.V

Chocolate milk was raining from the sky. "Naruto" a familiar voice called I turned and saw my best friend Sasuke along with Gaara,Sakura,Hinata,and Konohomaru."Tsunade needs us right away" Sasuke said.

A Few Minutes Later

"Lady Tsunade...
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Cas slammed the door of the spare room and turned to Meg. “Are you tired?” he repeated his previous question.
“Not even a little” Meg beamed. “I forgot how…awakening it feels to take a life” She laughed and kissed Cas passionately. “I also forgot how it turns me on” She started to open the buttons of his shirt, but Cas took her hand.
“Not now, Meg” he said serious and Meg looked as if he’d slapped her.
“Why not?” Meg asked morose. The Cas she knew didn’t say no to her. Not for this.
“We have to be careful” Cas insisted. “I busted Heather into calling someone...
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Meg was pacing up and down the motel room. Both Sam and Dean had turned off their phones, so she had no idea if they had found Cas yet or not.
“Screw you, Dean” she growled and she walked to the door, forgetting it was locked. “Damn it!”
“I see you could use some help” Anna said from behind Meg. Meg turned around in fear. She never felt comfortable around angels, even now that she was a human. Anna quickly walked towards Meg. “I hope you’re trying to get out so you can go to Cas?” she said in an interrogating tone.
“You know where he is?” Meg asked agitated.
“You could...
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Dean slowed down in a street near the café. A few yards further a police van was parked. Yellow stripes marked a crime scene and people in white costumes were discussing with people in black costumes.
“You think it’s Cas?” Sam asked, looking at Dean from the corner of his eye.
“If it’s not, I’m fairly certain he’s got something to do with it” Dean replied dark, before getting out of the car. He walked steady to the crime scene as he pulled out one of his fake ID’s. “FBI, what do you got?”
“Man, 43, looks like he’s strangled to death” the coroner said. He took a...
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Sam pulled Cas from the ground and dragged him to the sink.
“Come on, barf” he commanded.
“Leave me alone” Cas mumbled faint, his eyes closed. Sam turned to Meg. “Go get his toothbrush” he ordered. Meg ran upstairs and came back half a minute later, with the toothbrush.
“Open your mouth, Cas” Sam said sharp and urgent. Cas pressed his lips together, stubborn like a two-year old.
“Let me try something” Meg said and Sam took a step back, still supporting Cas. Meg took Cas’ face in her hands and kissed him. She then withdrew and drove the toothbrush in his throat. Cas gagged,...
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Crowley had summoned Kevin and since Kevin couldn’t give up his disguise he responded.
“Something wrong?” Kevin asked when seeing Crowley’s strange expression.
“Depends” Crowley started. “You tell me, how is it possible that two ordinary people go through a maze of traps and get out alive?”
Kevin pulled his shoulders. “I don’t know. I guess they have a high threshold for pain. Maybe you should ask your vampire buddies why they let them escape”
“Maybe” Crowley admitted. “But I also think you’re not being quite honest. Something you have to tell me? Like how you don’t...
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The next morning.
Cas opened his eyes, hoping Meg would still be with him. But besides him, there was no one in the bed. It had been a rough night. His shoulder kept hurting, but he assumed that was normal. Maybe he should ask Meg if she could help him out.
He got out of bed and frowned. The pain had moved to his head.
“Cas? Are you up?” Meg called, before she appeared in the doorway. “What’s…wrong?” she asked when Cas sat back down on the bed.
“I don’t…I don’t know” Cas responded.
“Are you in pain or something?” Meg asked a little irritated, while she walked to the...
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Cas scribbled up and walked to the bed where he sat down. Meg walked to him and also sat down. “Let me see” she said soft and she reached for the buttons on his shirt, but Cas pulled away.
“It’s just a scratch” he objected.
“Don’t be ridiculous” Meg replied and she opened the buttons. She shoved the shirt over his shoulders and then went sitting behind him so she could take a good look at the wound. “It’s not that deep. I think I can stitch it myself” She stood from the bed and looked around. “If I were a needle and a thread, where would I be?” She took a deep breath....
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If Dean and Sam had hoped Cas would be in a better mood after putting some food in his stomach, their hopes were now buried very deep into the ground. After finishing his lunch he threw his plastic plate on the floor.
“Why did you do that?” Sam hissed, as he leaned to the floor to pick up the garbage. Cas shrugged. “You’re acting really odd, Castiel. Has anyone told you?” Sam said a little annoyed. Cas shrugged again. “Stop…shrugging. If this is about Meg, then just tell me”
“I don’t have to tell you anything” Cas replied with his gravelle voice. He stood and as Sam wanted...
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Dean entered the café Cas had left an hour ago. Cas had called him by using speed dial, but then his phone dropped and all he could hear was a struggle and someone saying ‘I know you’
Dean had looked almost everywhere. He had been asking for him in eat café’s, restaurants, coffee shops, while he tried getting him on the phone.
He walked to the bar and tapped on it.
“Good evening, I’m looking for someone. A man, tall, dark hair, wears a trench coat” Dean described Cas.
The barkeeper, who knew who Dean was talking about, peeked at the three men who had returned. Then he turned back...
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