Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Generation 2-Chapter 4

"Please," I drew out the word to hopefully make more of an impact.

"No, I said," Mom muttered as she roamed throughout the cabin we were renting, gathering dirty clothes on the floor."

"Well why not?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Because I said so!" she exclaimed, a glint of anger in her eyes. "Now, help me get these to the washer." I bent down to help her get the clothes, but I was determined. There was no way I was going to be defeated.

"Mom, please, everyone is going to be there," I pleaded. She let out a long sigh.

"Well you're not everyone," she shot back.

This called for drastic measures. . .

Getting in her line of sight, I made sure to give the most pitiful face, along with the "puppy pout." I could see her hard exterior begin to soften. She couldn't resist for too much longer.

"Fine," she mumbled.


"But don't stay out too late! And be careful!" she shouted as I bound to get dressed.

After about two hours I was finally ready. It was going to be one of the greatest nights of the year because tonight I was going to go to my first club. The good thing about being in Bridgeport is all the night clubs. Party people, my favorite kind.

We were in Bridgeport on a sort of vacation, to get a break from our normal agenda.We've been here nearly a week already, and I'm not exactly sure when we'll go back or even if  we will.

Bridgeport was much bigger than Sunset Valley. In some ways, I loved Bridgeport. It's party atmosphere was so very hard to resist, but in other ways I was scared by it. I knew Sunset Valley like the back of my hand; back roads, secret trails, everything. But with Bridgeport all I know is the big lights, and a few dark alleys.

What if I got lost?

What if I got ran over?

What if I was pushed off the bridge?

You never know what could happen to you in Bridgeport, especially when you're unaware of the famous terrain. Those things could very well happen in Sunset Valley, but there, at least, I have some sense of security.

I will just have to trust the people here. Trust the city. Besides, there's people all around. I suppose that if something were to happen, someone would see it. Right?

I really wasn't sure what to think upon first entrance. People were scattered in small cliques, doing anything from arm wrestling, to dancing wildly. The club was dark inside, dimly lit by torches lining the walls.

Tunes from a piano filled my ear drums, and eventually I began to get used to it.

Thick in the air was a sour-sweet smell of alcohol, and drunks hidden away in shadowy corners.

On stage was mysterious man, rapidly playing the piano. He had what looked like a "V" tattoo on his neck. He rocked with the music, allowing it to fill his veins, consume him, and letting it flow to him. He never looked down at his keys, and I could tell he was a pro.

Eventually he was joined by a woman, and another man. They were unusually pale, and her eyes seemed to glow a bright yellow. I shrugged it off; perhaps it was the light. However, they too played like pros.

The man was just as pale as the woman, though from where I was standing it looked like he had red contacts in, probably to match the red-black theme. He didn't seem as focused as the other two, but he played flawlessly. He'd smirk each time the crowd chanted, "Celestial Shadow!"

I found it to be an odd band name. What did it mean? How did they come up with it? What was its significance?

"You're not from around here, are you?" the pianist asked on his break.

"How did you guess?" I laughed.

"Just a sense, I guess," he smiled.

"Do you want to go some where else and talk?" he suggested.

"Well, I don't know.."

I wasn't so sure going some where with this stranger was such a good idea, even though he was in a cool band. I was curious, but that didn't mean I was willing to go off somewhere to find out.

"Oh, come on," he persisted.

"N-" I started, but didn't finish.

Suddenly I felt something. Now I had the urge to follow him, where ever he went. At this point I could have probably follow him to the moon and back. "Okay," I mumbled, still baffled by my sudden decision, but I seemed unable to resist.

When we finally found a place to sit, he had led me to the VIP section, which at this time was completely empty except for us. He didn't talk much. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts. Or bored to death, I couldn't tell which. He just listened to me ramble on about music, my life, and my family.

That was until he suddenly planted a kiss on me.

I was taken off guard, but one look from his bright-glowing blue eyes and I couldn't stop myself.

I wasn't sure what had happened to me. One minute I was being an innocent little girl, and the next I was making out with the pianist from Celestial Shadow.

I melted each time he kissed my neck. It sent a shock through me, a spark, and left me wanting more. I kissed him back, lustfully, begging for more.. But I couldn't stop. I wanted to. But it was as if my body were my enemy, with a mind of its own. 

Suddenly he stopped, his lips hovering above my neck.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Next thing I knew, I was feeling a pain unlike any other. All I could see was the shine of fangs, glowing eyes, and blood hitting his shirt. My blood. He held me frozen in place by thick arms, strength not human. What was he?

"Wha-" I mumbled.

"Oh, and welcome to Bridgeport," he said as he stormed out.


A special thanks to Calista for letting me use her screenshot of Bridgeport! 
I love it.
It's amazing.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Generation 2-Chapter 3

My eyes opened slowly, resistant to obey the morning light as it shone in through the bedroom window. I was so exhausted. All I ever wanted to do was sleep, and it seemed as though my body never could recover the emotional stress that Zack gave me all that time ago. Mom and Dad never knew, and Julie hadn't told them.

I sat up on my bedside, listening to the bustle of my family, so loud that I knew there was no way that I could go back to sleep. I let out a long sigh, and began to wander through the halls.

"Hurry! Hurry!" I heard Mom exclaim as I heard something crash on the floor. I rounded the corner just in time to see my sister kneeling over a broken plate.

"Mom! Please," she pleased aggravatedly. I knelt down beside her and began gathering the broken fragments. After throwing them away, I crept over to my mother's side, planting a small peck on her cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Mom!" I told her. She flashed me a hurried smile before continuing her Christmas Cooking Rage. Over her shoulder stood a bright-eyed Dad, attempting to "tell" her how to cook. She bit her lip, I assume to stop herself from saying the wrong thing, or perhaps to keep herself from hitting him. I chuckled, and the couple moved their gaze to me.

"What?" Mom snapped. I shrugged my shoulders. She took a deep breath, and a much softer voice flowed from her mouth. "I'm sorry, hunny, I'm just a little frustrated. Your grandparents are going to be here any moment, and I still don't have dinner completely made."

As it turned out, Grandma and Grandpa were a little late. It allowed Mom and Dad more time to get everything situated, though. It truly was a nice Christmas. Everyone showed up. Julie's boyfriend also joined the party . . .

It got harder and harder each time to see Danny with my sister after what Zack did. We have never talked about it, though. I'm sure he knows. Julie and him are getting pretty serious, it seemed.We've hardly made eye contact since the incident with Zack.


After dinner, when everyone was completely stuffed and couldn't possibly eat another bite, Mom called out, "Okay! Present time!" Her face was nearly blood red with all the laughing that had gone on where the adults were sitting.

"Darn right, it's present time," Dad laughed. Everyone laughed and Mom gently slapped his shoulder. 

"Let's go then," she grinned.

They disappeared down the hall, and when they came back I couldn't believe my eyes. "Layla, you're first. We got you this cat because we know how much you love cats, and how alone you feel stuck up in your room all the time. We love you, and we want you to be happy."

 "Mom, Dad," I mumbled as I examined the feline. "I love you too. Thank you so much! She is adorable!"

"Next," they continued their gift-giving, "we have Julie." Suddenly Dad let out a high whistle, and a dog rounded the corner, running at full speed into the room. Julie bent down and intercepted the ball of fur.

"Thanks, Mom and Dad! He's the best!" Julie exclaimed, roughing up her pup's fur with a big smile. It has always been our dream to have pets. Now we have them.. 

After that, we took pictures. . .

Merry Christmas, everyone! I made the post so early because I was sure I wouldn't have time to finish it during Christmas day . . . So, you get it early! Feel free to leave a comment.

Also; I changed the blog layout, as you can see. What do you think about it?

OH. By the way. Did anyone notice the slideshow at the bottom? Betcha didn't. ;)

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Generation 2-Chapter 2

It has been nearly a year since my relationship with Zack has taken off. He’s the sweetest, cutest, and coolest person I know. He’s amazing, and I seriously believe that I might just have fallen for him. Of course we have our ups and downs, but I know it’s all worth it.

One day I will be his wife. I just know it. I can’t wait until I can get out of this house and be with him 24/7. My family just doesn’t understand us. They think he’s a waste of time, and they don’t like him. But they’re wrong. Dead wrong.


I was watching a ridiculous cartoon that night. I heard the door open, causing me to look over to that direction.

 “Hey!” I exclaimed as I stood up and rushed over to him. “What are you doing here?”

“Well I wanted to take you somewhere special for our anniversary,” he said.

“OMG. Zack, that is so sweet!” I hugged him. “So where are we going?” I asked.

“That‘s for me to know, and you to find out,” he said with a grin.

“So let‘s go!” I took his hand and led him outside.

“So, which way?” I asked.

“This way,” he pointed, “but stay in the shadows.”


“Hello!” he said, “It‘s like two a.m. and the police are out. Duh.”


We sat down at the fire pit, roasting a few marshmallows. It wasn’t exactly a fancy dinner, but it was good enough for me. After having a few of them, I turned my attention to Zack. “So you brought me out here to the lake, at 2 a.m., to have marshmallows?” I asked, laughing. He laughed.

“Not exactly.” He stood up and came over to me.

“Then what were you thinking?” I asked.

“I‘ll show you,” he grinned and gently pulled me up from my chair.

He pinned me against the wall, forcing his lips on mine once again. He seemed to grow hungrier, and hungrier, and his weight against mine was suffocating. But I said nothing, because I didn’t want to lose him. He was the best thing to ever happen to me.

But then he started fumbling with the latch of my bra. I pulled back from him, stunned. This is what he had planned? His jaw clenched in anger. “Zack, please, no. I‘m not ready for this,” I pleaded.

“Yeah? And when will you be ready? Two years from now? Hell no. I‘ve waited long enough. What? You thought all those nice things I did, you thought they were all for you? Our love?” He laughed.

“I-” I mumbled. Tears were streaming down my cheeks now. It was all a lie. All of it. He only wanted me for one thing, like most guys his age. Was I going to just let him have it? No, I couldn’t.

I built up my courage and pushed him back, attempting to get away from his grasp. I had to run.. Had to get away from him.

“Let me go!” I screamed, and kicked.

“F*ck you, b**ch. You wanted this. I know you did.”

It was too late.

He left me there. Battered, bruised, violated, exploited, humiliated . . .
I was unsure of how to go on. Was is supposed to go home and act as if nothing had happened? Just lie here until I died? Tell someone?

“Layla! What happened? Are you alright?” I could hear my sister screaming as she ran over to me as the sun rose.

“Layla,” she said, “you‘re my sister, and I love you to death. I hate seeing you like this. That monster will not get away with this.”

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Generation 2-Chapter 1

Right after they had gone I got on the computer and started emailing my friends.

"Hey guys(: ," I said.

"Hey Layla," Zack wrote back.

"What? No 'hi' to me? :P ," Danny joked.

"Guys, listen. My parents are gone for two days or so. . They won some sweepstakes or something and got to go on a trip. Anyways, you all wanna come down today?" I asked.

"HECK YEAH!" they both responded.

A long silence passed by as we sat there. This was really boring . . "Why are we just sitting here?" Zack finally asked, breaking the silence.

"I don't know!" Danny responded.

"Yeah. What do you guys wanna do today?" I asked.

"I have a few suggestions," Zack grinned widely.

"Oh! I know!" Danny said. Zack and I turned our attention to him. "I'll order pizza," he said, slipping out his phone.

"Sounds like a plan, guys, but hold on. Let me go get rid of my stupid sister," I said before disappearing.

"Just take the damn money!" I yelled.

"You're not my boss! I'm not leaving. This is my house too."

"Fine," I said, pushing her toward the door. "LEAVE."

"Why? So you and your freak friends can have all the fun? I don't think so. I want in," she said.

"NO!" I exclaimed. "We're not going to be doing much except practicing in the basement. You're not up to that. It's not how you roll," I pointed out.

"Now take the damn money!" I said, aggressively stuffing it in her hands.

"FINE!" she said, accepting the money. "I don't need your lame butt anyways. I have my own friends." She slammed the door as she left.

"Go then!" I said before she had gone.

Meanwhile . .

"Hey bro," Zack said, leaning toward Danny.


"Would you mind goin' back?"


"I want to try something . . " Zack grinned.

"Alright, dude, but you owe me."

"Kay. Don't let her see you on the way out!"

"Good luck, Chuck," Danny said on his way out.

"Hey, where did Danny go?" I asked.

"His mom called and told him to get home," Zack said.

"Ah--bummer. So . . Want to go practice while we wait on the pizza?" I asked.

"Sure. One thing first, though," he said.


Before I knew it, his lips were forced upon mine. At first I resisted. He is my best friend! Best friends do NOT do things like this. Or at least, best friends without benefits.

He held me there in that position for a little while, using his tongue to try and part my lips. The longer we kissed, the quicker something in me changed. 

Maybe we could do this afterall.