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Happy Halloween my friends of Buzznet (:

So its been a while since I've updated and I'm sorry. But I've been sick D: MAJOR SUCKAGE!!! I went through a wack of fevers on Thursday (obviously I didn't go to school) and yesterday was a half day of school but I still stayed home 'cause I still wasn't 100% better (almost passed out from just getting up for three minutes)

Anyways I sound like a retard right now and I get to spend most of the day with my mummy(<haha) because my brother and my dad are going to my bros hockey game.

So as for my zombie costume, I'm sure that won't take much to do seeing I'm practially dead now. xD

What are your guys plans for tonight?

Mine basically are:

Play loud music *lots of sevenfold throughtout the day I'm guessing*

Hand out candy

@9pm watch Rocky Horror Picture Show (and eat candy) :D

and then probably crash out for the night.

Your night probably will be better than mine but still...

Okay so I'mma going to shut my mouth now :D

Em xx

AHH HALLOWEEN IS NEXT SATURDAY!!!

...

One-Shot

Title: All I Want for Christmas

Pairings: Emily / Zachary

Rating: PG-13

Summary: You can only make so many mistakes in your life before you realize, it's too late.

Authors note:Now I KNOW its early for Christmas but I like this one (:

Zack's POV

I knew I shouldn't have done it- - But somehow it only felt right...

My escape, or was it my excuse; was my office at work. Nothing more than a small corner with an office chair and desk. I worked here through the week, everyday of the year (take off the statutory holidays we were given off)

And it didn't help that I had just gotten in a huge fight with my wife before I ran off here again for the night. I couldn't do much though, I was simply lost... and being the hopeless person I was just praying that I'd get some sort of Christmas wish. But I doubt that would happen. Not here or ever.

I sighed. Leaning my elbow on the mess of papers I had spread over my piss-ass desk. It had to be around eleven at night if not close to it. I let out another deep sigh.

“My as well try this again” I said out loud. Rolling the sleeves I had pushed up to my button up shirt.

It didn't take me long to get my coat on, fastening up the last buttons and grabbing my briefcase I had my laptop and papers in. I switched off the lamp that sat on my desk before walking out again for the night and shutting the door.

As I walked down towards the elevator for the second trip home that night I thought about the hours before and what I did wrong in the first place; though it was quite simple.

FLASHBACK

I stepped foot into the front door of my house to hear...and see nothing.

“Emily?”

Nothing.

Where would she be?

I walked forward into the pitch black house and turning into the living room.

A single light was on and their she sat. A pissed look on her face as she slowly got up and walked over to me. I stood their motionless.

“YOU PROMISED, FIVE O' CLOCK ZACHARY DO YOU HAVE ANY GOD FOR SAKEN CLUE WHAT TIME IT IS NOW?!” She snapped harshly.

I knew what time it was.

“IT'S EIGHT- THIRTY”

I didn't respond but look down to her with sorrowful eyes. But predictably she saw through that. With a huff she stomped off heading upstairs and murmuring something along the lines of.

“You're missing out on their lives Zack”

I sighed and then ran up after her. This wasn't what I wanted, nor what I needed.

“I'm sorry Em I-

She cut me off.

“Save it Zack because there isn't any point in trying anymore, this Christmas or as I see it as TOMORROW I'm leaving with the kids and I don't know if we'll come back” she snapped and slammed our bedroom door in my face.

Rage build up inside and I could hear my knuckles crack balling up into fists one hand gripping the handle of my briefcase too tightly as well.

“FUCK IT!”

I punched the door with my fist and then stomped downstairs again heading for the door.

I didn't care anymore, I didn't fucking care...

End of FLASHBACK.

The ringing of the elevator snapped me out of my memory and I walked out heading for the main doors.

Soft, white, fluffy snowflakes fell from the dark night sky as I made my way over to my car. I quickly jumped inside, starting it right away, warming everything up.

Zooming off but being careful enough to watch out for the icy spots around the driveway. I soon made my way to the main road which would unwillingly take me home to deal with more than just a disaster.

--

Parking into the driveway without any outdoor Christmas lights on, no Christmas tree lights on or any sign of life living for that matter, was no other than mine. I got out of my warm car and back out into the snow up to my poorly shoveled out walk way and into my house.

I flicked on the lights to see where I was going. Everything was abnormally quiet and to my surprise I didn't even get a welcoming from my dog. Instead I looked down to find him lying at the end of the stair case glaring up at me.

'Oh great' I though. 'My fucking dog even hates me'

I sighed and took off my coat and shoes and leavingmy briefcase by the door before turning off the lights and carefully making my way up the stairs.

Walking along the halls past our bedroom (I only could predict she locked me out once again)

I made my way towards the guest room. But before I made it their I had to go somewheres else first.

Walking into the second bedroom on the right from the end of the hall. I snuck in and walked over to the small bed. I knelt down to see nothing but the beautiful face of my three year old daughter, Abby oh how much she looked like her mother.

I smiled weakly and leaned forward kissing the top of her head. I felt bad for her having to deal with all the fighting and shit both her parents put in front of her.

I turned around and crept out heading over to my son Ryan's room, right across the hall. He was almost a year and a half younger then his sister. I frowned not noticing until now at so much he had grown. I guess I really had been working my life away...

I kissed his forehead and covered him up some more before leaving the room and heading for my own. Walking down the narrow dark hallway I never saw the mess of toys left at the end of the hall I ended up tripping over. Swearing under my breath I went to open my door when someone else's opened instead. I turned around to see. Abby walk out rubbing her eyes.

“Daddy?”

I sighed. “Yes, pumpkin”

“Why are you sleeping in dare” She pointed to mine and Emily's room; clearly she couldn't say the 'th' sound so she replaced the words with different letters.

I cringed not knowing how I'd explain this to a three year old.

I walked up to her and picked her up.

“Is it because you and Mommy are...fighting?” she asked sadly. I hated to admit this to her.

“Yeah hon, your mom sorta doesn't love me at the moment” I said

From the lights outside I could see her eyes start to water and then a bunch of unexpected questions appeared.

“Is it because of me?” “Is it because I'm bad?” “Is mommy going to leave?” “Do you want to move away and leave me here alone?”

I shook my head stunned.

“No, no, no sweetheart, no you...no” “Both mommy and I love you but you never 'caused any of this”

“This is my fault” I confessed.

The conversation ended there as she sobbed into my shirt. I rocked her back and forth trying to calm her down and not wake her brother or Em.

But it failed. The oppoisite end bedroom door opened and Emily walked out confused

“What is going on?” “Baby what's wrong?” she held out her arms and took Abby from me. I stood their silent.

Abby soon quiet down and fell back asleep. I watched to see Emily put her back in her bed and walk back out and past me, not once looking my way.

“I am trying... but I guess it won't ever be enough” I whispered and turned around. I heard the bedroom door open behind me but not close.

“Zack...”

I turned to Emily who stood there holding herself as if she was about to shatter into pieces if she was to let go. I didn't think twice but to ran up to her and hold her tightly in my embrace. Seeing her in pain was the last thing I needed to do and yet that's all I felt I did..

“I love you and I'm so sorry” I said cupping her now teary face in my hands.

“I love you too.” she said breathlessly. I pulled her up and kissed her passionately. To my surprise I guess I got that Christmas wish after all...

The End (:

So I just wanted to let you guys know that I won't be on Buzznet/Msn/Twitter/Facebook/Mibba WHATEVER else I have tonight. Okay so I might be on for like a few minutes but yeah whatever.

My reason why,

Band Concert. First one of the year. Got my kilt and tux shirt xD Yeah pretty wicked...Lol. GOING TO ROCK IT TONIGHT WITH THE CLARINET!!!! LMAO! xD

Anyways just updating you all. (:

...Now...soon off to Mi'Kmaw class...WOO...>_>

:P

xoxo EM!!!

Can/Will any of you guys make me a one-shot??

Oceans 11 field trip to the beach blog/Venting-ish

So this journal is about my trip to the wonderful, amazing....rocky shore(beach)
So I don't GIVE A FUCK! < Been saying that all day...sorta weird and I think we all know who's to blame....BUT anyways I'm posting this whether you like it or not so eat d'em apples motherfuckers :P

So work up at seven, in the usual mood of 'I don't wanna go to school' right? Normal, yeah.

Got up, got breakfast (cheese sandwich I will add in) came online for a few minutes also in the making charging my Zune (Aka Jimmy, yes that's right I named it Jimmy, leave me alone) Got make up done, hair, brush teeth, dressed in like leggings, then jeans, two shirts(one being A7X one, loser fangirl much..>_>) and then put on the good old winter coat (GAG ME WITH A SPOON!) Ha, okay its not that horrible but yeah I just don't like winter...its getting TOO CLOSE!

Got to school, head to the normal 'spot' sat with my friend PJ all until my friend Rachel got their so it wasn't as boring. Complained about the whole turkeyless not so much Thanksgiving...yeah yeah yeah.

Katana came along, we are like not friends anymore I guess?? Dunno she got all pissy with me Friday cos I told her I didn't want to go to the stupid retarded Stereos concert with her, not my fault she lyed to me in the first place. But yeah dunno she can bitch all she fucking likes. 'Cause I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! < there we go again >_>

Anyways bell rang, went to homeroom, stood for O Canada (lame they started MAKING us do it this year its...annoying. Shows how much I love my country now...)

Blah, blah, blah.

First class, non-other than,

Oceans.

So everyones ready to go, packs into MacQuarrie's room.

Let's FF this a little. Got on the bus at 9:30 got to the beach at like..I don't know when. All the way their, played mostly Atreyu and Bleeding Through...ignored alot of people.

So yeah I have a question. Anyone here good at math, I'm not but I think you can figure this next thing out...

Emily+Converse(soon to change into rubber boots) + Different sized rocks+ SHARP pointy barnacles+ slimy gross kelp=..A VERY bad situation Emily is in.

So for a long time it was basically me sliding all over the place,but seriously though guys if you saw me you would of been laughing. I looked fucking rediculous. And it got really annoying walking back and forth up the rock mountain to the lighthouse and back down to the tidal pool zone and kelp zones(no fun) But what was fun though was my group(who are pretty awesome) got EXTRA points because we found a few bonus point animals.

EEEEE!!!

Blood star (totally wicked) got us 2pts. If you don't know what they are they're basically a red starfish(seastar) but a tad bit smaller and yeah...red...like blood... in star form...DO YOU SEE WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS?? xD

And secondly we found not ONE but TWO Rock Gunnels EEE!!! Got us two more points! Basically what they are, are a slimy snake like thing, dark brown in colour and live around rocks... giving it, its name!!

So yeah FOUR BONUS POINTS!!! I know I'm over excited for that...but really its been a LONG FUCKING DAY! And finding and getting the points where GOOD!

But yeah.

Takes a lot outta you...

Anyways on the way home I played a lot more of Atreyu... Lead Sails and Paper Anchors (good song and fitted the moment since...ocean related and the fact that I wanted to go home) xD I fucking rule...

Anyways. Long day. Smell like sweat and salt, my hands are really dried out and supper is ready SO I'M GOING TO EAT!

How was everyone elses day, hope it wasn't as wet as mine (:

[To add in as well it was raining... about 90% of the time I was their so...LOTS OF FUNN!! XD]

Em :P

One-Shot

Title: You're Asking' For A Death wish Kid!

Pairings: Emily/Jimmy

Rating: PG-13 [Language, drug terms and use of violence]

Summary: You are young and you are free, their can't be anything that can bring you down, right?

Authors note: I REALLY like this one-shot guys (: Enjoy.

The ringing of the school bell echoed throughout the school, the hallways flooded releasing final period classes and students rushed around ready to get out of the school for the weekend. Unfortunately I was stuck here for another unwanting hour, left to hold detention for the students who received them during the day.

I leaned against the side of my wooden desk, waiting for my lucky students to arrive.

To my surprise I only had one today. A boy about sixteen and a half years old walked in glaring at me and took a seat. His dark hair spiked up over his head and loud heavy metal music blasting from his headphones.

I rolled my eyes. Oh how I now felt bad for my old teachers in High School back in the day.

I walked over to him grabbing his attention singaling for him to take his headphones out. He removed them still glaring at me. I turned around heading back to my desk but was caught off guard by his unexpected remark.

“Why do all of you teachers have to such downers?” It wasn't really something he expected me to answer I don't think, but I went ahead and did so.

“Really” “What, you think I haven't ever been in your situation either?” “That you'd never expect someone like me to hold weekly rumbles and get tattooed while tripping on E?”

He starred at me shocked and curious, something odd for a teacher to say.

I laughed. “Well you know, my life wasn't a whole hell of a lot different than yours”

He laughed.

“Really now, I'd love to hear this” he said leaning back on his chair, placing both hands behind his head.

I shrugged. “I'll tell you if you want, 'cause I doubt you'll get any school work done now”

I walked back over to him and sat down backwards in the chair in front of him.

“What do you want to hear?” I asked

He sat straight up and thought about it for a moment. “You said you held rumbles, where you lying?” he asked skeptical. I laughed again and shook my head.

“No really, I did. They where fun too” “Especially that one time...”

Flashback [telling the story in the making]

I stopped at the edge of the building and peeked around the corner. No one was in sight and that was good. Turning back to see no one behind me I darted for it running across the school campus and heading over to the parking lot hiding behind one of the rich kids fancy new SUV's.

“Yes” I whispered to myself. The chances of getting caught where high but somehow I always made it through.

Sneaking around the large vehicle and walking hastily down the sidewalk until I made it to the end. I sighed in relief, looking both ways and crossing.

Heading not too much farther making it to my best friend Matt's house. Walking up the drive noticing another car parked in the drive way made me smile. I knew who was over as well.

I only knocked once on the door to have it fly open in my face and to my surprise wasn't expecting who was there.

“EMILY!!!!!” Jacoby came running down the hall of the Sanders house, sweeping me up off my feet and making me fall back landing on my ass.

I sat up and turned to him. He lied beside me smiling.

“Nice one, Cobes...”

I went to get up but instead ended up falling again. I quickly looked up to see Matt right there.

“Thanks” I glared at him. He laughed and then held out a hand, helping me up.

Once on my feet, I quickly brushed myself off and ran into the house.

“Where is he?” I turned into the living room to see Zack sitting their.

“Nice seeing you too” he laughed

I rolled my eyes but it all changed when I heard his voice hit my ears.

“Did someone come in?”

I spun around smiling widely to see no other than the runaway himself. “Jimmy!!”

I ran up to him and hugged him. I couldn't help but love the guy, the only thing that bothered me was when he disappeared. Which everyone knew would happen once more.

“Okay, Okay, enough hugging, we have to get ready for a rumble tonight!” Matt barged in. I laughed and then sat down. Skipping last class was so worth it on days like this.

--

“Ugh, I can't wait to kick that kids ass from Ocean View” hissed Zack

I laughed at his odd excitement but he wasn't the only one ready to hurt someone.

“So how many are we expecting to fight?” asked Jacoby, an odd worriment tinted his voice.

“Around seven” replied someone.

We all turned to Benji, my cousin that moved here a while back.

“You're shitting me” said Matt

He shook his head and walked into the living room taking a seat by Zack and Coby.

“We only have six” counted Zack.

There was a long silent pause and everyone was quiet until I spoke in. “Um guys I think I know someone who could help...”

--

“BRANDAN!!!!!”

The guy behind the cash register looked up and smirked.

“You busy tonight?” I asked walking past the costumers waiting in line at the Star bucks, they each gave me dirty looks as I cut ahead.

“Well Vee is getting home from her trip thing...?”

“Well she might murder me but I need you 'cause you have to fight in the rumble with us tonight” I whispered leaning in so the already annoyed people in line didn't hear.

He smiled. “Nice, now get the fuck out of the line”

I laughed and walked off.

--

I slid my knife in my back pocket. Now I knew that was a lot like a Greaser would do but it was only for protection. I was the only chick doing this shit and if a two hundred pound fucker was going to come at me...it was necessary.

I walked out of Matt's house and we packed into the cars heading to the park.

From what I remember next was intense. A lot of blood and gore was involved. A couple guys got stabbed and once that happened shit flew! No one got really hurt on our side. A few cuts here and their but nothing life threating. We ended up winning that night and I wasn't sure why. Though it was the next day where I'd received the most shit. It was Saturday and I'd spent the night with Jimmy; and somehow they found us. Three cops ended up finding us and throwing our asses into the cell for two hours all until my ass was saved by my mom. After that day though I was on a consent watch. Every movement I made was written down for and at one point I knew I had to stop. So I did. And that's when I became where I was today. A teacher for no shit.

End of Flashback and story

He starred at me amazed.

“YOU!...You really did that!?” he asked his voice hitting a high pitch half way through.

I smiled nodding. “All the truth” “I even still have scars on me still from that night” I said showing him my elbow where I had forgotten I fell.

He grinned.

And I then went serious on him. “Don't do it kid” “Don't fuck up your life now, you're missing out on more than you think” I said

He nodded, laughing at my choice of language.

...

“Ugh...can I leave now?” he asked. I looked down at my watch to see it was ten after four.

“Yeah, go ahead”

He nodded and headed out the door but stopped and turned back.

“You know, you aren't like them and that's good” he said and then left. I smiled and then got up getting ready to leave for myself.

--

I walked into the bar and searched around. My eyes fell upon five guys sitting at the end table. I walked over to them and sat down.

“Hey 'Miss King'” joked Matt laughing at me. I rolled my eyes smiling.

“How was your day?” asked Jimmy his arm snaking around my waist.

I sighed leaning back and relaxing. “No different than it use to be”

They all laughed. If only they knew the shit I had to really deal with, I now understood why teachers hated us so much.

The End (:

So its Canadian thanksgiving today, leading to the fact that I've been home all day bored outta my fucking mind. But that's not the issue.

Thanksgiving= Turkey dinner. Right?

Well no, basically all my friends have been munching away on the damn idiotic bird while I'm at home waiting for next weekend to come because that's when I'll get mine. This is all thanks to my brother and his 'need' to play Hockey. Two practices in one weekend. Isn't that a little much for a 11 year old? Plus the fact he goes two or three times through the week as well? I have no clue. All I know is, I hate the sport, hate ice, and I hate the fact that it's freezing cold in the arena.

Oh can't you tell I'm such a happy person...

Also on another note. I have to go on a field trip to the beach tomorrow to look at sea life and plants for my Oceans 11 course. Yep not that bad besides the fact the project is worth 30% OF MY OVER ALL MARK!!!! And to make life cherry pie, it is suppose to be freezing and raining tomorrow...maybe if I'm really lucky lightning will strike me too!! [Remember I'm metal face] :D

So yeah, Happy [not so much like] Thanksgiving Everyone!!

FML. 

...Em

Damn you BIG FAT PONY!!!

Oh yes! By the way. Happy Canadian Turkey day !!! :P

...GAH Pony when I get you, you're so dead...

One-Shot

Title:Always be by my Side

Pairings: --

Rating: PG-13

Summary: I feel no regret in saying I love you too.

Authors Note: This one-shot has no band people in it. Its an original fiction with no actually living characters in it. So I should receive no bitchin' (:

--

It all flooded back to my memory. Summer nights we spent together, sneaking out and causing trouble avoiding to get caught. Life was great back then and I knew then and now that I wouldn't regret any moment of it. But out of all the moments in this lifetime one stuck out the most.

Flashback

It was an ordinary July night. I had been in the country for about two weeks now spending time at my grandmothers as I always did; everyday spending time with you. But today was different and spacial; it was my eighteenth birthday and so far everything had gone as planned. But anxiously I waited for the sunny afternoon to turn black and the stars come out into sight.

And as expected before I knew it, darkness had fallen.

“Goodnight mom” I called from my bedroom door. She yelled back a goodnight and I quickly shut it. Turning my heel I then ran over to the low cut window. I opened it up and stuck my head out searching around for the one and only; you.

“Down here!”

I looked down at the back step, the back light was on making me catch your figure. I smiled.

“You ready birthday girl” you called cheerfully

I nodded and fully opened the window. Stepping foot out onto the slanted roof. Keeping hold onto the windowsill and being careful I soon made my way to the latter that was normally kept in the back shed and climbed down. We moved it out of the way and soon headed off to our spot.

In the back woods was a beaten down path, soon leading over a bridged creek and then up the hill to a tree. Our tree. It was our special place because it was where we'd first met. It was where we had picnics, played silly games,told each other secrets and once old enough drank... but over all it was the place to get away.

We raced up the hill, childish games never left our minds even if it had been a full year without seeing each other.

Once at the top we collapsed to the ground sitting right under the large hundred year old tree. I smiled turning to you slightly out of breath.

“This never gets old does it” I said amazed

“Nope, and I'd like it to stay that way” you said smiling that famous smile of yours. I giggle waiting what you where going to say next.

“Do you know why I brought you here?”

I shook my head knowing you could see me through the light of the brightly shining full moon.

You smiled and then turned pointing out into the darkness. Nervousness filled me as I looked out. But things all changed at the sight of the million fireflies dancing around in front of me. Never noticing until now that they existed around here. I was in awe.

I turned to you grinning. This definitely was the best birthday present I had received all day. Being their with you made my life whole. But that wasn't all you had in mind. Reaching over and taken my hand in yours grabbed my attention away from the fireflies waltz. Wide curious eyes kept on yours, a smile soon spread across your face. I smiled nervously back not sure how this was going to turn out.

Leaning in forward placing your lips on my was all I ever wanted and got that night. Butterflies fluttered around as our tongues danced around alike the fireflies.

End of flash back.

That night had been perfect, one that felt as if it was yesterday. But since then everything felt to go downwards.

Summer ended along with our relationship. But we promised to see each other again the next.

Unfortunately that next summer I couldn't of came down to my grandmothers, nineteen and in collage I couldn't afford to miss out on a good education. But you understood. The next year after that was no different and I hated to think that you thought I was avoiding you or even had forgotten.

It had soon came to the time, where I was young and twenty- one, out in the big city alone where I found him. Another guy, we hit it off great finding love at the perfect time and I hate to admit it but I did forget about you then. I forgot how much you cared but over all thought by now you would of moved on yourself. Sadly the year I turned twenty-two I came back to the old farm telling my grandmother about not only my new boyfriend but the fact that we had decided to get married very soon. Being in a small town, news traveled far to quickly than I had expected it to and you found out before I had the chance to say hello.

The worst memory was when you came over, drunk and confronting yourself to my future husband telling him stuff I hadn't had time to. All I fully remembered was felling ashamed and embarrassed and eventually slapping you across the face saying something along the words of 'I never want to see you again'.

Since then we hadn't talked.

It had been until this past year. Just turning Eighty-Eight, exactly Eighty years from our only real kiss I had received a phone call from you. I couldn't believe it but I was more than happy to hear that you where doing well. Hearing he didn't marry nor had children unlike myself. But I was happy to hear he was doing alright. We talked for what seemed like forever, sadly eventually having to say goodbye.

Guilt built up inside but I did my best not to feel sorry.

Before that night was over...I had received another call. One I was shocked and much saddened to hear.

Now at this moment I stand by our tree. A headstone with your name on it shows me that this is real, that you are really gone. Sobbing softly knowing I'm not alone and you are here with me; we watch the fireflies dance around once again.

The End.

One-Shot

Title: When Darkness Falls.

Pairings: - ...

Rating: R [Murder]

Summary: The intensity you give off makes me high; fear is not an option.

Authors Note: BAHA!!! XD I find this on funny??

My contagious eyes snapped open blurring at the sight at the brightly orange and yellow flames sitting across the room in the fire pit. I hung their quietly. Looking around slightly to see everyone else was up and not still in the room. Without a care I let myself drop landing on my feet on the froze stone floor. I set off right away walking past the blazing fire and pushing my way through the thick wooden door.

I found myself slow down my pace as I entered the darker lit Den. All eyes turned towards me and froze.

“Hungry?”

Their beautiful straight faces instantly revealed their demoniac features. I spun around grinning. Feeding time had begun...

--

It was a chilly night for roaming. But the temperature wasn't my priority at the moment. I needed to 'eat' as the humans liked to call it. Every time I heard such a thing I rolled my eyes. Eating, HA! We did more than that...

I walked in and out of alley's expecting to find someone wondering around. It was midnight, on a Saturday so there HAD to be someone.

Walking and doing my best to concentrate on feeding was difficult, especially since I was mad with hunger. I got to the point where I told myself I'd take some helpless dying cat if I had to.

I went to head out of alley I had walked around at least seven times before when I heard someone talking. A smirk played across my lips as I followed closer to where this person was. Turning I soon saw him. A man, looking about 46 years old stood outside talking on a cell phone. He was short, over weight and was wearing a highly priced suite on. Manager or some sort of owner. I glanced up to see he was also standing outside of a strip club.

'Definitely a manager' I said in my head as I heard the repeated words of “Business is booming...” and “The girls are gorgeous boss...”

Stepping in the shadows stealthily creeping my way towards the 300 pound piece of lard, I so happened to have an interruption. Without notice and keeping to close of an eye on tonights feeding fest someone else decided to beat me to the plate.

My eyes widened furiously.

Blocking out the fat man's screams I stayed focus on the dick who decided to snatch my meal. Waiting until he was done before interrupting him.

He lowly chuckled mentioning something to Mr. Big about eating less Twinkie's in his next life, when I began.

“Funny” I said teeth clenched.

He spun around to face me. The dimly lit streetlight made it easier to see me, though it didn't matter all that much.

He smiled showing off his perfect white fangs.

“Oh I know”

I stood their baring teeth. I was in no mood to play games especially after that.

He laughed in front of me. “Wow Emily, you really have to relax..”

Relax, huh...I'll show him how to relax.

“Relax?” “I don't need to fucking relax thank you very much”

Why was I wasting my time on this guy, wasn't he new? One “Lord” Jackass created.

The newbie smirked. Well I wasn't one for shit and I wasn't one to regret things but what I was going to do next might of counted as something I would regret...

Leaping forward giving the new guy no chance to runaway I locked him against the brick wall. A nervous puzzled look covered his face. I smirked before snapping his neck sideways and sinking my ready fangs into his neck feeding for myself. His body struggled beneath me soon falling limp. Backing up ever so slightly his body fell to the ground with a 'thump'.

I chuckled whipping my mouth, starring down at the glazed eyed boy.

“Never had a chance”

Looking around to find no one I quickly disposed his corpse chucking it into the nearest dumpster and slowly trailing back to the 'cave'.

--

I sat upon one of the many beach huts scattered around the lone beach I was at.

He would of known by now.

Back at the vaulted mansion, all of the newbies had a curfews and since faggot boy decided to be my meal I knew for a fact my ass be on the line of death too.

And for once in my life this didn't scare me. Though dealing with him wasn't what I wanted and it was most if not the only thing us 'creatures of the night' had to be scared of most; this just didn't bother me. In a odd way I was excited!

“Oh look who it is, if it isn't miss murder herself”

I sighed and turned to my left.

Jacoby sat there smiling away.

“How bad is it?” I asked figuring I was the last to show up at home and at all fingers were pointing to me anyways.

“Oh he is seething” “Wait, no he his practically turned into a demon alone” “It's fucking crazy! Aha!”

I frowned knowing this.

“I better head back then huh?”

“Oh you should have been their long ago!” “You're lucky the guards aren't after ya!”

I laughed sarcastically, yeah woohoo.

--

The gate doors shut as I made my way up the long dirt driveway. It didn't take long to walk up the long driveway and come to the main doors of the mansion. Automatically the doors opened. Two buff, stern faced guards stared down at me as I walked by.

I knew where to go from here.

Walking straight to the court room. The room where you get chosen to “live” or left to burn in hell. Though really I doubt it mattered.

The door yet again automatically opened. This time reviling his throne. He sat upon it eyes burning right through me. His harlots surrounded him, giggling and whatnot. I was sure they were only bothering him more.

“GET OUT!” He hissed. All of them, stunned now quiet looked up at him. He glanced over to them and as if hurting them with his gaze, they ran out.

Turning back to me. I didn't bother looking up to see him knowing exactly what would happen to me.

“Emily...” he growled.

I smiled. “Yes, Brandan...”

:)

So basically this is my super annoyed upadate. Lets cut it to the case.

ITS BEEN A SHITTY ASS WEEK?! I don't know for you guys but for me its been LONG!!

So if you remember, Tuesday I think it was. I said I was going to see Stereos with my friend (who I really feel the need to not speek of). Well that's been cut. NO CONCERT for Emily. Fucking Fantastic!!

Like someone really has to GROW THE FUCK UP!!

And really its FIVE FUCKING BUCKS MAN! FIVE BUCKS!!!!

I'm so sick of everything!

Not in the mood for shit.

And really, not in the mood to hear some stupid ass retarded 'doo wop' style band that look like your usual rockstars but sound like too much computer shit and more shitty beats and sounds mixed together!!!

Ughh....

Did that have to make sense for you guys. No.

Anyways moving on.
Yes sorry, my brain is still fried, sorta, kinda, not really. But it has come down to the point where I need something different to write about or well who to write with.

Avenged Sevenfold as you know I love them forever and always but...

Its been a while, okay actually around a year and well almost a half. Non-stop writing about Five guys.... *sighage*

Its getting annoying. And I'm really interested in trying to find someone/ other people(bands) to get into.

As for now, just expect one-shots or whatever.

Would anyone like me to write about any band in particular?????? People things???

Btw, I've been listening to A FUCKING LOT of Bleeding Through lately...Is this a good or bad thing?!!! xD

One-Shot

Title: Last thing on Your Mind.

Pairing(s): Emily/ ... You'll just have to guess ;)

Ratings: PG 13 [Language]

Summary: Behind the book, lies more than just words ;)

Authors note: Just another one-shot, this ones better than my last, fact I actually like it. And also, NO ONE from Avenged is in this.

The sound of the small door bell clanged messaging me to look up from the book I held in my hand to see someone walk in. But this someone wasn't just anyone.

The darkly dressed man walked in and went straight to his usual seat. The corner blue swede chair with the wooden oak coffee table sitting in front of it. He usual sat there, feet upon it while he booted up his laptop, not many minutes later typing away about something.

Now I wasn't one to stare, though I wasn't the only one to take notice to this guy. He wasn't one you'd expect to see in a small bookstore, not any for that matter. While most around me had glasses, looked and acted like writers or to-be actors, wore long knitted skiffs and recited poetry from Edgar Allen Poe or Shakespeare. No this guy was nothing like this at all. And yet strangely enough I had found him here every day for the past month, writing away and aggressively smack around the poor piece of technology he had in front of him to make something great.

I sighed and went back to my book. This guy never spoke to anyone let alone me. Deep down feelings appeared. Hoping, no, now wishing he'd say something in the near future.

My my mind scrambled around, thinking madly about what he could have possibly be writing on the damn piece of shit he called a laptop!

Was it a story to a future book? A really long poem? A letter? WHAT COULD IT BE?!

I snapped out of my deep thought to hear the sound of something unzipping. I glanced over to see he had taken off his dark colored jacket and was now just in a black t-shirt with some bands logo on it. I squeaked, not just noticing his massive sized muscles but the amount of ink etched into his skin. It was beautiful; stunning. He noticed me, hearing my gasp from across the quiet room. Dark eyes looked up into my anxious hazel ones. I blinked and looked back down feeling my cheeks glow semi- cherry red.

I continued reading, or looking like I was but all I truly saw was words on paper in front of me. Pretending was easy or I thought it was.

I heard a chuckle come from the back corner. His corner. I glanced over seeing him go back to his wicked typing. I slouched down some in my chair.

So now my guess was he was a musician, the tattoos weren't usually writers accessories and the intensity he gave off. Wasn't usual as well.

It wasn't much later to see most the people sitting around us had left. Leaving the room down to us. I looked up once to catch him starring at me for a brief second and then relax back down in his chair. We continued this odd game back and forth until the point of fusteration came along and he viciously slammed his laptop shut.

He got up swiftly and made his way over to me dragging over his laptop and jacket; sitting down in the chair Mr. Wilford sat in.

Slouching down he turned.

“How fucking long are you going to read that book?” he asked. Those dark eyes staring at me. I turned surprised.

“Excuse me?”

I watched his eyes roll and re-worded his question.

“How long are you going to read that book?” “I've come here for like a month now and you haven't chosen anything different, does it really take that long to read it?”

I looked down at it shuffling it around in my hands. He was right, I had been reading out of this for a while now and really I didn't know why I had chosen it in the first place.

“I um...don't know, do you want it or something?” I asked. He gave me a discussed look and shook his head. I nodded letting the silence start. But then something came up that I couldn't resist.

“So why do you come here?”

He shrugged. “It gets me away from everyone else”

I nodded. Still wanting to ask more but just sat their nervously 'reading'.

“You haven't left?”

I looked up and shook my head. Why would I leave? As much as I kind of wanted to I knew I couldn't.

He sighed. “If you have to know” he said sarcastically “I'm in a band, you might have heard of us but...I doubt it” he said looking me up and down just assuming stereotypically that I wouldn't be into the type of music he played. I gasped and jumped up.

“What the fuck is that suppose to mean?!” I snapped.

The look on his face was priceless, a mix between shocked and amused. He busted out into laughter.

“Okay, okay, hardcore metal head bookworm yeah...” he chuckled finding it very amusing. I glared at him and turned my heel started to walk away. So the guy didn't know me but that still wasn't right just for him to assume I didn't know or like death metal or any metal music for that matter.

“Hey, hey, hey, I'm sorry, chill ok”

I stopped and gave him a disapproved look. His amused face feel into the pissed/frown he usual had on when he walked in or was fighting with his computer.

I sighed. “What do you want?” If it wasn't obvious I didn't know what was. The scaring away the costumers or the whole making me blush, laughing at me and being crude.

He laughed without humor and stopped quickly.

I starred into his eyes as they met mine and as if it only came natural he stepped forward, enclosed the small gap between us. Slowly and yet quickly our lips met sending an unreal feeling through out me. We pulled away for a moment and he smiled showing off a set of incredible white teeth. I stood there dumbfounded and watched as he pulled open the door and walked out. Something deep inside told me that I would expect him to be back very soon.

One- Shot

Title: The Whiskey Lullaby

Pairing: Benji Madden/ Emily/

Rating: R [Abuse?, Alcohol abuse and Death]

Summary: We all have our time to go.

Authors note: Err... Flash back is in Italics and um... SHITTY!?

--

“YOU LYING SON OF A BITCH!” I seethed through clenched teeth. I was shaking I was so mad.

He stormed off into the direction of the front door of our one bedroom apartment. I followed quickly not wanting him to get away.

“You are not leaving until I get the truth Benji!” I said sliding in between him and the door. He glared daggers down to me, those dark brown eyes of his full of hate and rage.

“Fuck off Emily and get OUT OF THE WAY!” He yelled pulling on the doorknob beside me. I held my weight pushing the door back. At the time I only wish his fingers were in the way.

“No!” I glared at him.

The time had come in our two year relationship, were there wasn't anything that could be fixed or done. I had knew he cheated on me with on of his friends sister and yet he never caught on until now.

He glared meanly down at me before it happened. Without time to react, on swift move of the back of his hand and I sent to the floor. But what was worst, beyond the burn pain of the almost permided hand mark across my cheek or even the fact that he slammed the door in my face as well was the fact that he broke my heart into a million pieces.

--

Starring blankly out the patio window seeing the million stars up in the clear night sky. To some may have looked beautiful or stunning. For myself made me feel lonesome. Though what didn't. Stumbling up from the floor and heading into the kitchen grabbing the whiskey bottle stashed back under the sink. Now it normally took a lot for me to drink like this, a beer or two was all I could take but when the whiskey came into the game you knew something was majorly wrong. But what else could you expect, I was left hollow. Left empty and without feeling, being slapped in the face and left of the floor.

On the way back to my spot, the place where I was left that night he left. I grabbed a knife.

Now through my once happy, sane eyes slashing myself would have been morally wrong but in the cases of losing it all including my sanity, I simply saw it as feeling something.

With each drink came a slash. Following the pattern or drink, slash, drink, slash.

When it eventually came to the point where I had problems seeing straight and my arm burning as if on fire. I quit. Non the less passing out praying that tomorrow wouldn't come...

Matt's POV

“I'm telling you man I never want to see the bitch again”

I turned seeing Benji shove a handful of chips into his mouth beside me. I glared at him, crossing my arms and mumbling about him being a prick.

“Dude I'm sure she's ok” said Jimmy sitting across the room. We were over at his house watching the football game, chillin' out and talking music; over all normal. But something wasn't right. Or something didn't feel right.

Now I knew Benji and Emily had been having a few problems but...I just figured, being her best friend and all that she could rely on me if something was wrong, which she normally did. But it was different in this case. Emily really did seem to love Benji, and seeing he cheated on her, wasn't right nor was it going to end well and to add in the mix I still wasn't all that impressed with him yet either.

“But it's been three days” I mumbled. No contact from her was...not normal.

“Matt, stop it”

My head was forced to turn to Michelle, Brian's girlfriend and my wifes twin sister, who sat beside me.

“She is okay”

“But three days!” “Doesn't anyone really think that's unlike her”

The room went semi silent, minus the loud television basting music at the moment. Everyone knew I was right.

“Maybe we should check up on her” I heard Val say.

--

I pulled up to the apartment building and got out of my car and Val, Jimmy and I headed up to her room.

I walked up to the door and knocked on it.

Nothing happened. My eyebrow furrowed and I turned to Val beside me. She shrugged. I turned to Jimmy who just stood at the top of the staircase wide eyed and looking pale.

I gave him a weird look and he pointed to my feet. I looked down and jumped, hearing Valary scream and just from the puddle of blood surrounding my feet.

I looked up quickly and then started beating on the door loudly.

“EMILY!!!!”

I KNEW something was wrong! I sighed heavily and went to turn the door knob figuring it'd be locked but to my and everyone else's surprise, wasn't. My eyes widened seeing this.

I opened the door to a certain extent. Something behind it stopped it. My heart stopped hating to picture what could be behind it. I turned to Jimmy who stayed quiet and still, now beside me. I took one step in stepping around the pool of blood soaking the floor and as if in slow motion saw her cold motionless body lie their. Turning to both my wife and best friend tears almost streaming down my cheeks I shook my head watching their emotion turn into cries of sorrow. I turned back falling to the ground beside her, it was...too late.

Ehhh... I really do suck at this... :

Dudes I'm so stoked. I haven't seen/ been to a show in years. The last time was when I was 12 and went to see Hilary Duff...........

Yeah. I would like to forget about that one.

Anyways.

NOVEMEBER 21ST

STEREOS

Excited, I know their not my FAVOURITE band but, I have a deep feeling that Avenged Sevenfold, Bleeding Through, Papa Roach, Bullet for my Valentine, Atreyu or Good Charlotte will EVER be coming to the shitty Maritimes like EVER! Though I think GC did come here once... >_>

Which you know major sucks because all my friends got/get to see their faveoutie bands/singer here before. My friend Tara got to see Keith Urban and well if you all know Katana well enough, she LOVES Stereos.

:( Really does make me wanna cry. I even did last night when I was talking to Katana on MSN.

):

Anyways. It should be fun, I should have fun and this is really needed.

EM-I-LY

Okay so I'll start off with this.

DAYS I WILL MOSTLY BE ONLINE THAT I KNOW OF THIS MONTH.

October:

Friday Oct. 2nd, 2009 [Half day of school aka. TOMORROW!]

Monday Oct. 12th, 2009 [Thanksgiving Holiday, Canada]

Friday Oct. 23rd, 2009 [No School]

Friday Oct. 30th, 2009 [Half Day of school]

Saturday October 31st HALLOWEEN!!!!

And as far as I know of that is it for school.

Oh yes, October 13th I go on a class trip that's makes up around 30% of my credit in that course. SERIOUS!!! But the class is ok I get to skip all my other classes that day so, all good.

So yeah today was pretty interesting. SUCKED for the most part, had an English test I didn't really know so well. Got homework in that class and yeah, people were annoying. Second class was EMOTIONAL! An ALL GIRLS class made the teacher CRY! Yes made the teacher cry, but all in a good way. Basically we all were feeling shittyso we ditched the normal class schedule and sat in a circle and told each other that we were each amazing, pretty, nice, kind, that we loved each other kind of thing. It was nice to hear some positive things only because the day had started off so negative for most(MYSELF INCLUDED). And it was good, most of us didn't even know each other that well. SO yeah nice. In the end we all said something nice about out teacher. By my turn I WAS the ONE to make her start balling...totally felt bad but it wasn't like I told her bad things.

What I told her was that she was seriously my favourite teacher ever and that she makes the day awesome and she was also the one to make me join that class and she makes everyday good. BLAH blah blah, her crying her eyes out and me getting all toemato face because I felt bad and I still do thinking about it. But things are all good. Other people did the same and so I didn't feel all that terrible.

The rest of the day was okay. It wasn't the best but it could have been A LOT better.

ANYWAYS!

NOW I'M SHUTTING UP ABOUT ME AND MOVING ON TO ANOTHER IMPORTANT SUBJECT.

Stories.

My current one.

The one I haven't posted anything in, in days. Because of school...

I'M PUTTING IT ON HOLD. AHHHH EEEEEE!!! *Ducks and covers head* DON'T KILL ME PLEASE!

I AM THOUGH STARTING A NEW ONE

YES.

NO LIES.

And seeing in it is OCTOBER

IKNOWICAN'TFUCKINGBELIEVEITWHEREDIDTHETIMEGO!

I'm thinking, horror {Vampire/Werewolf/Demons} Something along the lines of that.

Whatcha say? Likey or no likey?

To bad you're going to have to live with it :P

Lol. Tell you day was better than mine! Or was it like world shitty day?

OH and um, I'm up for suggestions as for what I will write about next ;]

-Em