Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Five
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[TWENTY-THREE]
(THIS IS CYD's CHAPTER!!! LIKE, THE WHOLE CHAPTER IS IN HER POINT OF VIEW!! ENJOY!!)
"So, where's the spellbook?" I asked him, and he took me to the room where the book was held.
"There it is." He pointed to a door, leaving me to go in alone.
"Alright. Stay here, and be careful." I said, he nodded, and slunk back into the shadows, awaiting my return.
The room I entered was musty. It was damp too, but then again, the floor was wet. In the center of the room, was a huge column that was in the middle of a vast pool of water. Not like a little puddle, but an actual pool. Literally. The column had a ladder hooked onto the sides of it so you could climb up it, and I was pretty sure that since I don't know any magics of my own, I'll have to swim to the lader and climb up. That was what happened too.
I looked around, looking for any unwanted people, put my wet-suit hat back on, and sunk into the pool, going down the steps until I was all the way under it. I kicked off of the wall, heading for the ladder, and grabbing hold of one of the bars. I hoisted myself up, and started climbing, feeling the water on my face. I went up to the top, and noticed that it wasnt just a column, the top of it, where the book was held, was like a big hall-way without walls. I got up, and realized that the hall-way was as thing as a tight-rope in a circus freak show. This wasn't going to go well was it?
I poised myself to where I was sitting on the tight-rope hall and started inching over to the other side of the column where the book held. I saw it, and I was just a foot away. I reached out my hand, and grabbed the book, and unzipped my wet-suit, slipping the book into it, and zipping the suit bak up, knowing I'd have to swim again to the shore of this room. I made sure it was secure and tight so the book didn't get wet on the inside from the bulkiness of it, and started for the ladder again. I climbed down more quickly this time, and I tore through the waters as a torpedo, and made it to the stairs, and walked up them, letting myself drip dry of the water that was on me, and then I left the room, jumping into the shadows and feeling Dean's presence just as a waitor pulled around the corner with a cart full of foods. The door closed just as we saw his whole body turning the corner. Dean and I caught our breath, hoping he didn't feel our presence, and he passed just as he came, simple and quiet. Fast, and unnoticed.
Whew!
"Let's go!" I said, and we started for the big spiral stairs, and no one spotted us.
I hope.
Volume Five
BuffyFaithfan1
_______________________________
[TWENTY-THREE]
(THIS IS CYD's CHAPTER!!! LIKE, THE WHOLE CHAPTER IS IN HER POINT OF VIEW!! ENJOY!!)
"So, where's the spellbook?" I asked him, and he took me to the room where the book was held.
"There it is." He pointed to a door, leaving me to go in alone.
"Alright. Stay here, and be careful." I said, he nodded, and slunk back into the shadows, awaiting my return.
The room I entered was musty. It was damp too, but then again, the floor was wet. In the center of the room, was a huge column that was in the middle of a vast pool of water. Not like a little puddle, but an actual pool. Literally. The column had a ladder hooked onto the sides of it so you could climb up it, and I was pretty sure that since I don't know any magics of my own, I'll have to swim to the lader and climb up. That was what happened too.
I looked around, looking for any unwanted people, put my wet-suit hat back on, and sunk into the pool, going down the steps until I was all the way under it. I kicked off of the wall, heading for the ladder, and grabbing hold of one of the bars. I hoisted myself up, and started climbing, feeling the water on my face. I went up to the top, and noticed that it wasnt just a column, the top of it, where the book was held, was like a big hall-way without walls. I got up, and realized that the hall-way was as thing as a tight-rope in a circus freak show. This wasn't going to go well was it?
I poised myself to where I was sitting on the tight-rope hall and started inching over to the other side of the column where the book held. I saw it, and I was just a foot away. I reached out my hand, and grabbed the book, and unzipped my wet-suit, slipping the book into it, and zipping the suit bak up, knowing I'd have to swim again to the shore of this room. I made sure it was secure and tight so the book didn't get wet on the inside from the bulkiness of it, and started for the ladder again. I climbed down more quickly this time, and I tore through the waters as a torpedo, and made it to the stairs, and walked up them, letting myself drip dry of the water that was on me, and then I left the room, jumping into the shadows and feeling Dean's presence just as a waitor pulled around the corner with a cart full of foods. The door closed just as we saw his whole body turning the corner. Dean and I caught our breath, hoping he didn't feel our presence, and he passed just as he came, simple and quiet. Fast, and unnoticed.
Whew!
"Let's go!" I said, and we started for the big spiral stairs, and no one spotted us.
I hope.
10. Never use English around him – instead, bark.
9. Call him a space heater.
8. Tell him that dogs make good pets, not good partners.
7. Ask him if he has RSVPed to the wedding yet.
6. Inform him that real men sparkle.
5. Walk up to him and claim you have imprinted. Say you love him and demand his paw in marriage.
4. Tell him that even though he may run at a boiling 108.9 degrees, Bella doesn’t find him hot.
3. Inquire as to how Leah is… and if he dreams about Sam the way Leah dreams about Bella.
2. Ask him if he likes to do things… doggy style.
And the Number One way to annoy Jacob Black?
1. Make him a day-by-day flip calendar, counting down the amount of time Bella will remain human.
Source: link
9. Call him a space heater.
8. Tell him that dogs make good pets, not good partners.
7. Ask him if he has RSVPed to the wedding yet.
6. Inform him that real men sparkle.
5. Walk up to him and claim you have imprinted. Say you love him and demand his paw in marriage.
4. Tell him that even though he may run at a boiling 108.9 degrees, Bella doesn’t find him hot.
3. Inquire as to how Leah is… and if he dreams about Sam the way Leah dreams about Bella.
2. Ask him if he likes to do things… doggy style.
And the Number One way to annoy Jacob Black?
1. Make him a day-by-day flip calendar, counting down the amount of time Bella will remain human.
Source: link
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I feeling really bored right now, so i guess i thought about all of you guys/girls :D
I want to congratulate you all for making such awesome and great fanfiction. So it must be said, so everyone can read about you're fanfiction :-)
I read most of the fanfiction (allot actually) myself and i just adore them i sometimes print them out and start reading them like a book, it's really amazing that people are still so broad-minded :o)
*****To all fanfiction writers out there continue the great job and don't ever stop :D LOL and to the people who want to start a fanfiction on there own, good luck and enjoy what you write :D*****
I feeling really bored right now, so i guess i thought about all of you guys/girls :D
I want to congratulate you all for making such awesome and great fanfiction. So it must be said, so everyone can read about you're fanfiction :-)
I read most of the fanfiction (allot actually) myself and i just adore them i sometimes print them out and start reading them like a book, it's really amazing that people are still so broad-minded :o)
*****To all fanfiction writers out there continue the great job and don't ever stop :D LOL and to the people who want to start a fanfiction on there own, good luck and enjoy what you write :D*****
Golden brown eyes, like hardened syrup in a pool like shape of a continuance lifetime of some burdened sadness.
Lifeless he is, like a beautiful statue, numb to the world around him.
Only the silent whispers of feeble minds he hears.
The red seductive toxin running through their veins, of which he hungers for… his ‘own personal brand of heroin’.
His thirst for normality is torturous to his eternal, tormented soul.
A secret torture for this masochistic lion,
This old face holds many secrets, some unable to tell but all not forgotten.
Lifeless he is, like a beautiful statue, numb to the world around him.
Only the silent whispers of feeble minds he hears.
The red seductive toxin running through their veins, of which he hungers for… his ‘own personal brand of heroin’.
His thirst for normality is torturous to his eternal, tormented soul.
A secret torture for this masochistic lion,
This old face holds many secrets, some unable to tell but all not forgotten.