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The Weatherell House had been built for many things; dignity, prestige, and legacy being the top three. Even during the period it had been left without a single resident, the mansion had done a great job at all three of those things. Thing is, though, it had spent the vast majority of a century doin

October rolled into Forks with the same intensity and density as every month up in this end of the Pacific Northwest; a whole lot more of gray on gray. It wasn’t all that bad, just the same fine committed drizzle that couldn’t pick a simple lane between drizzle, mist or storm. Instead, it downshifte

Book Two. Zander leaned back from the round table with his back to the wall, thermos parked by his elbow and a blood-and-carne burrito still warm in the foil in front of him. Unfortunately for his luch plans, his attention wasn’t really on the food, not while he worked the same problem he had since

Elevator doors dinged off the fortieth floor, numbers bleeding down above Zander’s head as he tracked his own reflection. One teenager in denim sandwiched between a butler in black and a chef in also-black, the three of them lit gold under the ceiling lighting strip. Wellston’s handshake was still a

“Diablo! El Diablo!” The machete came down with all the force the man holding it could bring to bear, thick blade dented against ‘simple’ flesh and bone as Zander caught it on his forearm. “Honestly…” The warehouse stank of gunpowder, diesel and the cheap cologne these cartel boys drowned themselves

The drizzle lasted all the way till the next Monday, Forks High School surrounded by the usual suffocating wet blanket that was the Pacific Northwest on a good day. Still, though, the outside might have been gray enough to make a colorblind person feel at home but the air inside the linoleum-tiled h

Somewhere in between the fight and the drink, the rain Zander thought he’d outrun had finally caught up on its path north. Drizzle had already slicked down the asphalt on the streets of Forks in a few short minutes of rain, bringing this corner of the Pacific Northwest back to a familiar level of da

The word "fast" was vague. There was a good reason for that, of course. All subjective things had excellent reasons to be vague, because to be subjective means that it was always a matter of perspective. Unfortunately, “vague” met its limits pretty easily, just like the word “fast” as a descriptor.

The doorknob was already half-bent the second he got his hand around it, indents already noticeable in the metal, when the hand clamped down hard on his shoulder. Fingers dug into the leather of his coat, and instinct answered for him. Zander whirled, the motion as violent as his thoughts as the wor

The white lines of the interstate blurred as they raced past, devolving into a single strobing ribbon under the BMW’s wheels. The speedometer remained constantly on the verge of threatening triple digits, the driver too casual for a speed that she wouldn’t survive. One hand rested on the leather-wra

Tires crunched over the gravel on the driveway, Zander snapping his blue clamshell shut as he finally came to a stop right in front of his home. The Weatherell House was quiet when he finally entered, a full half-hour away from the Cullen’s little thunderstorm party, pushing the heavy oak door shut

The clearing was a mess of shattered earth and scorched wood. And gunsmoke, of course. Couldn’t forget the gunsmoke. Vampires didn't hyperventilate or scream when things went sideways which was what made them panicking even funnier. The sparklers just seemed to compress, getting tighter and twtichie

The wind shifted again through the clearing, blowing harder with the storm, as everyone took in a deeper scent of the specific, dusty musk of nomadic predators. Zander let the bat fall droop a bit further. Muscles coiled tight enough to snap a suspension bridge relaxed by a fraction of an inch as he

“This is your time to pay, this is your judgement day!” Saturday arrived with the sound of thunder, a sledgehammer that growled a rolling bassline vibrating through the sky of Forks. Said sky was a bruised purple, pregnant and ready to burst with clouds holding back a small ocean. “We made a sacrifi

School hallways, no matter the state, always smelled the same. Cheap floor cleaner didn’t really have much to change about it. Time or place didn’t do a thing. Whether it was DC in 2015 or Forks in 2005, it was a scent that Zander Cray had inhaled in two different lifetimes, across two separate gene

“First course is served.” The voice filled the room as Zander’s sniper-wielding butler materialized with said course in both hands, a silver tureen in his hands like it was a holy relic or something. “Roasted butternut squash with crème fraîche.” Walter glided around the table, near frictionless in

Steam hissed from a sauté pan, the kitchen alive with the smell of rosemary, onions and fish as the chef of the house went to work. Blue eyes tracked her from burner to burner, Alexis rushing through the cloud from each pan on the fire. A blonde valkyrie navigating her preferred battlefield, she did

The clock on the far wall tick-tick-ticked its way past eleven PM, the only sound in the living room that wasn’t either his breathing or the shifting of fabric. The Cullen house air was more sterile than it was clean, the lack of sound from bodies enough to make the space feel much more empty than i

Wow. He clicked his tongue, sunglasses sliding down his nose as his eyes roamed the walls and decor. The movies… the movies held back, honestly. With the context that vampires lived here, the Cullen estate made perfect sense once you took your first step inside. I mean, like go full gothic with it a

The vampire launched himself forward; a blur of muscle, mass and a near century of combat experience compressed into a single superhuman charge as he aimed to tackle Zander under the dirt. Feet moved before the rest of him, Zander sidestepping like a matador. “Olé!” As Emmett flew past, Zander grabb

The date was… good. Actually, scratch that. It was downright great. Dinner at the little Italian place in Port Angeles had been fun, happy and full of conversation that wasn’t just retreads of what Zander already knew had happened at school that day, Jessica giggling about a book that he’d recommend

Alastiriona “Alexis” Elspeth Armstrong sniffed the air, nostrils flaring from where she crouched on the edge of the six-story brick tenement. Late night air over Seattle was all damp concrete and diesel fumes, the salt off the Puget Sound enough to remind you that all the urban development in the wo

Jessica’s scent was still fading from the entryway of the Weatherhell House, the phantom pressure of her lips across his jaw something Zander could feel almost a full hour after Walter had driven her home. He rolled his shoulders as he moved through the house, shadows clinging to him as he strode up

“...so I told her, I said, like, no, Mellisa, it’s so much deeper than that. I see him for who he is, y’know?” A scoff left her lips. “So, no, he’s not gonna look your way just cause your stomach’s out.” The Court of Forks High was being held in the hallway, lunch still a few hours away but Jessica

“-nd you know, me being a good friend, I told Lauren, like twice I told her. I said, ‘you can not wear that top, not with those jeans’ because, like, obviously it clashes, you know? But she was all like ‘It’s vintage, it’s s’posed to clash, Jessica’ and I’m like, vintage doesn’t mean good, it just m

“I’m just sayin’, Eddy, what’s the point of being fast if you’re not even paying attention?” The words rolled out slow and thick, vowels dragged out just enough to see the twitch in his brother’s jaw. A head of copper hair whipped around to shoot him a glare he almost laughed at, Edward’s lips pulle

The final bell of the day rang with the potential energy of all three hundred hormonal bodies in Forks High; all the acne, AXE body spray and overpowering cologne washed over him as Zander Cray eased up behind the wave of exiting students. There was no need to join the rush, no need at all. Especial

"The Quileutes… we have legends..." By the time the sky darkened properly over First Beach, the bonfire finally roared to life as everyone gathered around the pit as it cast its flickering orange lights across all their faces to match the setting sun. Jacob Black, despite being the youngest of every

One hand came up to adjust his glasses as the heavy door swung shut behind him, the sound a solid thunk that resounded loud in the misty quiet. The space from the front door of the Weatherell to the driveway was cleared in a single too-long step, skate shoes kissing the gravel as Zander Cray raised

"Rasta maaaan, how's it going?" It was a good thing he was wearing sunglasses, because Zander's eye roll would've been visible from orbit. “S’all good, Kenny.” He tossed a wave over his shoulder as the senior in the letterman jacket yelled something across the hallway that Zander didn’t bother even

Dawn in the Pacific Northwest meant proper gray, the sort that settled into a man's bones and reminded him why the Empire had bothered conquering sunnier places. Three months of this particular routine, and Walter B. Dunham had developed what might charitably be called an appreciation for the Weathe

ALUCARD’S VAMPIRISM = BLOODLINE. NOT SPECIES. NOT GENERIC. NOT UNIVERSAL. He isn’t just a powerful vampire. He is the first of his kind, meaning his curse created an entire metaphysical logic tree that now exists as a self-contained system. Not transferable to other bloodlines. Not modular. Not cust

The wall of television screens flickered behind reinforced glass, twenty-four identical news anchors moving their mouths in perfect synchron The wall of television screens flickered behind reinforced glass, twenty-four identical news anchors moving their mouths in perfect synchronization. The volume

Disappeared for 48 hours because someone dropped $150 on me to write a Hellsing Ultimate x Twilight True Vampire Self-Insert one-shot. I blacked out and woke up with a whole 3 arcs plotted out. Title? No Life Kid. Yes, it's exactly what it sounds like. 95% chance it’s NSFW and going QQ-only. I'm alr