Look at her, grown-ups always said, nodding at each other over your head, approval clear in every word. Such a good girl.

Those are the whispers that follow you from the crib to kindergarten, the well-meaning words behind every hug at your parents' funeral, the honest praise of your teachers as you smile and cheer your way through school.

It is easy to be a good girl when you've never wanted to be anything else.

Then you meet a boy...

Look at her, he doesn't whisper it, this boy of few words.

You learn to know his thoughts all the same, to tease them out of his skin with questing fingers and blunt fingernails.

...and his brother comes next.

Such a good girl, he answers, a joke biting at the end together with a wicked wink.

You don't want to learn the punchline, to pry under the sarcasm and discover whatever he really means. You end up trading his silence for a kiss.

It's so easy to be a good girl when you're stuck between bad and worse.

It's not so easy to decide which one is the worst.

Stay with me, one says, wrapping you in his arms, offering half of his bed with a kiss and a smile.

Nobody will ever love you better...

Someone will want you even more...

Stay where you are, the other says, standing at the feet of his brother's bed, knowing all your secrets - being one of them.

...neither makes you choose.

It works for the three of you. After all, it's not cheating if one turns a blind eye and the other pretends it never happened.

It's too easy to be the good girl when that's all they want to see.

It's my first attempt at a comment-fic,so if i've screwed it,please forgive me.


It's a peculiar thing,life.Lenore learned this long time ago,when she was a teenager and had the biggest crush on Robert Plant.But it's not life Lenore considers the most peculiar.It's what comes after,and how you deal with it.
Being a vampire,she thought,at first,was about feeding and living off of species you used to be.To break a past you every time the instinct came to life.That,and hiding in the basement when it’s day like video game freaked
14 years old boy.

The first time she met David,she thought he was the craziest vampire.He looked underfed and he wore a purple hat.A mad hatter,he could go by as one,she thought..But the things he said…He said they’re not obligated to feed on human blood,that they could live just as fine eating cow blood.She remembered the other vampires laughing,telling him he drank a hippie again.As he walked away,she followed him.

-Being a vampire is about feeding on the blood of humans,nothing more,she said.

-No.It’s about feeding of the life essence of living creatures.They’re not the only ones.We haven’t been the only ones.It was a matter of choice.Not ours,but still,a choice.

It was peculiar,indeed.How the talk of a stranger can change all that comes after life and death.Not as peculiar as a vampire choosing the power of will over instinct.But it was better.It was disgusting,but the life essence came in many formes.You can only acknowledge that when you lost yours.When you turned blue,and needed red.

There are many colors in the crayon box.She will be purple.


Edited at 2012-05-22 05:38 pm (UTC)

Jean Granger knows that something is wrong from the moment she sees the look in her daughter's eyes. There are other things that tip her off - such as the displeased, thin-lipped expression of Professor McGonagall, and McGonagall's presence at all - but mostly it's the look in Hermione's eyes.

"Mrs. Granger," says the Professor, and she really does seem tired and quietly upset, compared to the time she told her and her husband that their daughter was a witch. "I'm afraid that your daughter has been bitten by a werewolf."

Jean stares in incomprehension for she knows not how long. She has accepted that Hermione is a witch, and has been proud of all of her brilliant daughter's achievements, but this... this...

They were supposed to keep her safe. All of those wizards and witches, with all of their power, were supposed to keep Hermione safe.

"Are you saying," she says at last, "that my child might be a werewolf?"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Granger, but there's no question that she is."

Jean hasn't been quite sure what she's feeling, but now she decides that it's fury. "How did this happen?" Her voice is so cold that there might as well be ice in it.

McGonagall does not flinch, although her lips do become a little thinner. "In part it was recklessness on the part of the werewolf; he had been taking a potion to keep the wolf under control, and this time he forgot." It is clear from her expression and tone of voice just how unimpressed she is by that. "Rest assured that he shall not go unpunished."

"But it's not his fault!" Hermione interrupts. "He was... It was my fault. I shouldn't have been in the Forest."

"No, Miss Granger, you should not have been," says McGonagall. "But that does not absolve Mr. Lupin of blame."

Hermione screams as something leaps from the darkness and collides with her. It is large and furry and yellow-eyed; it is the werewolf, and it has frightful fangs that are ripping into her, and now its frightful claws as well. She doesn't know what to do, and she's screaming and crying...

Suddenly it's gone. She doesn't know why until she hears it growling, and sees it approaching Harry, who stands wild-eyed with his wand raised high. She has to do something.

She starts hitting the werewolf with every useful spell she can remember, and Harry is doing the same, and the werewolf is retreating now, even as it glares with mad eyes.

"Hermione," says Harry, and there is something anguished in his voice and on his face. "Hermione! You..."

She hurts and all she can think of is fire, so she places her wand to her wounds and says, "Incendio!" She cries out as the fire burns her

"Hermione," Harry gasps. He's moving towards her, his hands held out as though he wants to stop her, as if it isn't too late for that.

"I, I had to stop the bleeding," she says. "I couldn't think, and... It's cauterisation, Harry. We still have to save Sirius!"

Jean sees the hint of tears forming in Hermione's eyes, and all of her fury gives way to concern - for the time being, because she will not be forgiving the so-called magical world for this.

She steps up to her wonderful, brilliant, hurting daughter and wraps her in an embrace. "Oh, Hermione," she says. "We'll get through this, my brave darling."

Hermione's only reply is her sobs.

Evan steps through the gate with the rest of the SG-4 team and gives report to a waiting Elizabeth, then follows his team up to the infirmary, where Carson gives them all a clean bill of health. He would normally head to the locker room to store his gear, shower, and change, but soon after he and David had gotten married, Elizabeth opened a new residence wing, so it was there that he was headed.

Rodney, for his wedding gift to the couple, retrofitted a luxurious multi-headed shower that David oft jokingly accused Evan of loving more than him. It wasn't true of course, but Evan still preferred it over the communal shower area in the locker room.

Plus, it perfectly fit the two grown men within the glass enclosure.

Walking through the doorway to their quarters, Evan calls, "David?" as he starts removing his tac vest. There's no response, but he can hear water running from the bathroom, so he heads that direction.

The door slides open slowly, a waft of steam spilling out, leaving minute traces of dew on Evan's skin. As the air clears, Evan finally spots David, standing under multiple streams of water. He pauses for a moment to watch the water caress over David's shoulders, down his v-shaped back and further down, where Evan pauses even longer at the creamy flesh of David's ass as the water clings luxuriously before falling to the floor.

Evan strips an article of clothing with every couple of steps, eager to join his partner. Finally reaching the shower door, Evan wiggles his boxers down to puddle at his feet while his eyes drink in David's lean form.

"You're back..." David says with a smile.

Evan grins in return, appreciating the twitch of David's cock as it begins to rapidly fill. He steps into the shower, not saying a word - just letting the water engulf him as he plasters himself against David, pulling his face down for a kiss, Evan's own cock growing against David's muscular thighs.

Finally pulling away, Evan lets his hands roam David's back, each palm settling on one of David's meaty asscheeks. With another kiss, he finally says, "I missed you."

"Missed you, too," David manages, then gasps just as Evan slips a finger against his hole. "Hello!" he says with a smile.

Evan gives one last kiss, then turns David around, telling him to brace his hands against the wall. Once in position, Evan kneels down, rubbing a stubbled cheek against David's ass while kneading the meaty asscheeks in his hands. David moans, "Evan...", which Evan takes as an invitation. He pulls at David's cheeks, separating them, then leans in and tentatively runs his tongue against David's ass, lapping at the entrance.

David groans, leaning further forward, giving more of himself over to his partner, which Evan takes full advantage of. Evan's thick wet tongue plays at the hole, pushing while his teeth nip at the delicate flesh of David's ass. Evan reaches up, grabbing David's cock in one of his hands, his thumb grazing under the foreskin as his tongue raps a staccato beat against David's entrance, giving David gooseflesh by licking the length of his ass.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" David breathlessly asks.

Evan's reply comes in the form of a playful nip, though it's a bit rougher than he intends, as evidenced by David's yelp, followed quickly by, "Did you just bite me, ya vampire?"

(continued below)

Edited at 2012-05-21 08:59 pm (UTC)