nightslash

"People believe in Santa Claus - how come I'm not getting hooked up every Christmas?"

2006-12-24T18:10:09Z

Since I won't be online much if at all for the next few weeks,

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!!!!

nightslash @ 2006-12-12T17:00:00

2006-12-12T17:00:46Z

http://community.livejournal.com/customers_suck/19844233.html

No words. NO.FUCKING.WORDS

May God or Karma or whatever reign holy hell down upon this person.

WARNING: Incredibly disturbing and depressing, especially for animal people.

nightslash @ 2006-10-20T16:42:00

2006-10-20T16:56:32Z

Life is harsh, and cruel, and is beyond unfair. That is all.

"Being dead wasn't a problem. But being forgotten? Now that's a bitch!"

2006-10-14T04:19:14Z

I know, it's been forever since I've posted, and I am so sorry for not being that active online. @_@ I'm trying to do better, honest, and no, I'm not dead or anything, just to confirm that. XD I blame it on school and personal things going on and spending time with Jess. Not that I would ever blame Jess for that, of course. ~_^

But I wanted to post and say Hi to everyone and I hope to catch up on everything soon. ^_^

Small Announcement

2006-08-05T07:01:51Z

Yep, still awake. Jess went to bed a while ago. She's doing better, and she and I thank everyone who replied and sent their thoughts out to her family. ^_^

Anyway, brief announcement that I probably won't be online much for the next few days. Between spending time with Jess and beginning to get ready to go back to school in a few weeks, gonna be kinda swamped for online stuff.

That's all.

"You can't tame what's meant to be wild."

2006-08-05T03:17:32Z

*Pokes LJ* Oy, it messed up so I had to do this over a few times. Blegh. -_- Anyway, wrote the first installment of Skinwalkers, the crossover between the movie of the same name - which isn't out yet; this is based on what I know of the movie and what Jess and I have done in RPs - and LXG.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, etc. I typed a longer disclaimer originally, but I lost it so I don't feel like redoing it. But I'm not making a profit from this, everything is owned by Lionsgate Films, 20th Century Fox, and everyone else who brought these movies to us.

Well, here it is. Feedback is appreciated and loved. ^_^

If someone had been to ask Lucas, several months beforehand, what he would be doing in regards to employment, he would have said a librarian or a crew member on a ship, or something else that would have been dull, but still decent in terms of payment. But this…this was something that he would have laughed at, that if he had been told of this, he would have said the person was a lunatic and would have had him committed. Or just avoided the man like a foul disease and left.

But that hadn’t been the case, and now here he was, a ‘guardian’ to a small pack of lycanthropes, and romantically involved with one of them no less. To the normal – and more than likely superstitious – man or woman, they would have reacted in a way that was less than positive, maybe even dissolved into hysterics. But Lucas didn’t; especially when it came down to Selene. He wouldn’t trade any sort of career – or lack thereof, given that this wasn’t overly paying, but he had no reason to complain – for what he had with this group, a family. His own family now that his parents had passed on.

His hair was a bit messier than it had used to be, but not long by any means, almost spiked in a natural way. A layer of thin but still noticeable facial hair adorned his lower jaw, giving him a more dangerous look. Not that he thought that, but his lover thought it made him more handsome, more like them. He wasn’t though, not yet anyway. Despite what he felt for her, he had told Selene he wasn’t yet ready to be turned. She had shown disappointment, but had respected his decision, but he knew he would be prepared soon enough, and he could just imagine the joyous look on her face when she heard.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips that went unnoticed by Nora, James, and Nora’s son, Michael. But Selene noticed, given he had directed it to her in the process of his inner thoughts. It was returned, her brown eyes having never left his as he fastened the locks securely on her wrists and ankles, having done the others already. He had asked only once why they chose to lock themselves up on the full moon, given what they were and what he had learned based on what they said, and it had never been answered fully. All he knew was while they were not quite ‘ashamed’ to be what they were, their lycanthropy wasn’t received with open arms. Perhaps it was the hunger for blood, the hunt, and kill that unnerved them. He could understand that; one of the reasons he could never be a hunter despite his father having been one.

He leaned into Selene, kissing her softly, reassuringly, and she sighed into his lips, and he couldn’t help but smile as he pulled away and saw the happy look on her features. They had been doing this for several months now; on the nights of the full moon, they went out into a small house in the woods, to be chained up and secured until the morning. During the time he would stay, secure the cellar and make sure they couldn’t escape. And they never did. The chains never broke, despite Lucas always worrying that sooner or later they would snap like twigs. He knew their kind had heightened strength, especially in wolf form, so it unnerved him. But not because of his own safety.

He’d rather die before having to hurt Selene. Or to see someone else harm her if she were to escape and run into an angry mob of villagers.

A small creaking noise drew his – as well as the other’s – gaze up towards the ceiling. Nora looked slightly confused, perhaps even worried, and the others simply looked unsure what to think. Perhaps it had just been the wind, but, it was better to check than to ignore it. “I’ll be right back,” he told the others, smiling reassuringly at Selene and nodding to Nora in respect. She was the Alpha female, old in appearance and age alike, and was a strong individual, physically and mentally. He had known her the longest, and held the highest respect for her.

Taking one of the small lamps, he headed up the stairs, keeping the door open; it wasn’t time for the full moon, not for a little while longer. Thin rays of sunlight could still be seen shining through the window as he came up into the main foyer. His eyes scanned through the dimly lit house, and he expected to see something, perhaps a bird that had found a way in or some other sort of animal, but he neither saw nor heard anything else. A slight breeze from one of the open windows, but shutting it put an end to that. One final inspection around the few rooms, and he moved to head back towards the cellar, wanting to have a final moment with Selene before the full moon came up.

And that was when he heard it…a soft creak, but louder this time.

While Lucas hadn’t wanted to be a hunter, he had found that some of the things that his father had taught him to be quite useful. And one of them had been to be able to tell if someone…or something was sneaking up behind you, attempting to catch you by surprise.

His mind a whirl, Lucas forgot about his own safety, and in the short few seconds it took him to react, that something was here, and Selene was in danger. The others were in danger. He carried no pistol, but that didn’t suggest he wasn’t armed. The sound of metal unsheathing, and he spun, the arm holding the long dagger lashing out and intending to slice through the intruder.

It never hits its target, and he tried to scream as his wrist was broken in half. But he couldn’t, he tried, but all he could do was, was gurgle. And as he fell to his knees numbly, he realized that his throat had been cut wide open, blood pouring freely and staining his shirt and the floor beneath him.

His eyes rose, darkening, his vision failing, everything slowing, and he stared into the silver eyes, lit up wickedly. And then he saw nothing and felt nothing except guilt and sorrow that he couldn’t save the one he loved. He had failed her.

And then he felt nothing at all.

* * *

With her age, even though she tried to keep it contained, Nora’s senses were always heightened, and right now, it was a hard task to bear. She heard the noise that could have only been the sound of something breaking, not to mention the smell of blood that was beginning to tint the air, and she swallowed a lump that was building in her throat.

While she didn’t get frightened too easily, now her blood was beginning to run cold. Something wasn’t right...there was someone upstairs that shouldn’t be there. Someone else; the others couldn’t detect it; they were all young, having not been trained to use their lycanthropy in those areas, and couldn’t understand what was going on.

But Selene could. One look at Nora’s worried expression, and the Alpha wolf knew that Selene was figuring it out. “Lucas?” she called out, her voice loud enough for him to hear with the open door, but not enough that it would be considered a shout.

There was no response, just as Nora feared. James and Michael were beginning to share the same worried expressions. Seeing her son like that would have amused her if not for the growing dread of the situation. He was always so headstrong, cocky, young for his age, but without a father, he matured on his own, not in the best way, but he had become a fine man indeed. Matthias would have been proud.

Selene called out Lucas’ name again, louder and more concerned and frightened, and this time there was a response. Although one that wasn’t picked up, not at first anyway. But then, Nora heard it…a small tapping noise, almost like dripping water after a heavy rain storm. Her eyes scanned the ceiling, and then the floor.

And then she saw it and she winced, knowing what it was from the smell alone, when she had picked it up moments earlier. Blood, dripping into a small puddle; it was dripping through the floor boards.

Selene saw it next, and screamed the most heart-wrenching sound that Nora could ever hear. But partially into it, another noise tore through the otherwise silent room. Footsteps.

A pair of boots made their way down the steps, finally coming to a stop at the bottom, becoming still. The owner of them remained in the shadows, eyes glowing the color of the moon as another growl emerged. He smelled of blood…of death, and Nora didn’t take her eyes off him, even as Selene began to scream and thrash and snarl dangerously.

And then he came into the light, which reflected off his dark skin in an eerie manner, most of which was concealed by the soiled and equally dark attire draped over his tall and broad frame. A tattered jacket fell to his calves as he stepped forward, taking in all four of them slowly…hungrily. Black hair fell all around his head, dreadlocked and feral, like something that was seen in drawings of pirates, and thick facial hair clung to his jaw, making his appearance even wilder.

Now, now Nora was terrified. She knew very well who this was; Grenier, an extremely brutal and vicious lycanthrope whose origins apparently dated to the Civil War. His face bore several scars, some more noticeable – not to mention more grisly – than others, proof of his many battles and kills. He was a truly barbaric indivual.

But that’s not what terrified Nora. If Grenier was here…then he was as well. They all would be.

And her fears were realized as three more figures followed Grenier down the steps, each one dark in appearance, but for different, ‘unique’ reasons. All wore similar attire, even the lone female; dark, worn attire with jackets of varying lengths and colors. Some were armed, some weren’t. Grenier’s only weapons were his claws, Lucas’ blood dripping from them as they twitched in anticipation, or perhaps boredom.

The oldest looking of the four was the one holding the largest weapon; a Winchester rifle that he held in one hand casually, switching between balancing it on his shoulder and aiming it with one hand as if it were a pistol back and forth between all of them. When the barrel pointed at Michael, Nora couldn’t keep hidden the growl that emerged at the threatening of her son. She was met with blue eyes that showed he was not intimidated, but why should he be? She was chained up; they all were, and completely helpless for what was to come. If they could change, perhaps, but Nora knew, even if she didn’t want to admit it, that they wouldn’t be given a chance to.

“Just say the word, Varek,” Zo, the Beta male of the pack spoke, his voice calm, almost friendly as he aimed the gun once more, this time at Nora. Long dirty brown hair spilled out past his shoulders, feral, but marginally controlled, almost limp. His face held features that made him seem to be in his forties, but Nora knew that age was only skin-deep with their kind. An almost crooked nose and thick facial hair around the chin completed his features, and a marginally clean, tan colored coat fell to his hips.

“Not yet,” the female spoke, after shooting a dark gaze to Nora, literally, with eyes that were maroon in shade but so dark it was hard to notice until she called on her wolf, and then it was too late. She was gorgeous, but in a dark manner, almost like a vampire to several degrees, with pale skin, full red lips, and raven black hair cast freely down past her shoulders, rather straight but still holding an untamed quality to it. Her features held some hinting of Asian descent in them, but Nora had never cared for Sonya’s origins. And she doubted the Alpha female would care to share her history with anyone. Except one.

A hand brushed through Sonya’s hair, and the Alpha female’s eyes fluttered briefly, letting out a soft sigh as the figure who owned the hand stepped past her and towards Nora, amber eyes calculating and dangerous, yet calm, almost blank. When it came to appearances, he was the youngest looking male, and also one of the most dangerous. While Grenier and Sonya were spoken more of with fear and hostility, Nora knew there was a reason Varek was the Alpha male. A pure-born lycanthrope, he was one who wasn’t ashamed of his lycanthropy, but reveled in it, along with the others. His attire was all black, with a worn and tattered duster that fell to his ankles, the coat curling around his boots as he approached Nora. Dark brown, almost black hair fell down around his features, not quite to his shoulders but close, and like the other two males, he also had facial hair, his more defined than Zo’s and Grenier’s, more resembling a scruffy, thin beard.

For several moments he didn’t speak, and Nora secretly prayed that their deaths would be quick, hoping they didn’t come here because of what she feared. But then Varek spoke, and her hopes, however small, were dashed to pieces.

“We know the child’s alive. The fire produced no carcass…where is he?”

Nora opened her mouth to speak, but Varek gave her no chance to out of surprise. In the blink of an eye a pistol was in his hand, and he had turned partially, just enough to aim the barrel right between James’ eyes and pull the trigger three times. He didn’t even have time to scream before he was killed. The bullets weren’t silver, but they had penetrated the brain; their kind couldn’t come back from that. Michael shouted in denial, Selene let out an even more threatening snarl than before, and Nora just watched blankly. She tried to keep her composure as best she could; they had to. Greater things were at stake than their lives.

“A warning,” was Varek’s response, his voice almost dead sounding as he holstered the gun, turning to face her once more. “Your son is next.” As if to signify that, Grenier stalked over to Michael, fangs flashing in the dark as he grinned sinisterly.

Nora shook her head frantically, eyes wide with fear and worry for her son’s safety as the brutal fighter in the pack neared him. “No! Please, don’t hurt him, don’t-” Before she could finish, however, Varek backhanded her across the jaw, and her head snapped to the side, the taste of blood filling her mouth as she spat up a small wad of it.

Varek leaned in, his expression still blank, but his eyes now holding the fire that he wasn’t choosing to express fully at the moment. “I didn’t ask you to beg, did I, Nora? No, I asked you to tell me where the boy is. If you cooperate, you and your son will be spared. Otherwise, well…” His eyes glanced to Grenier, who met him with his own metallic one, excitement and cruelty glistening in his eyes. “I had Grenier hold back on your human. I’ll do no such thing for him.”

Selene’s roars grew more and more angered, and then the cracking of bones filled the air, and several pairs of eyes turned, watching as the female began to twist and contort, forcing the wolf to the surface pre-moonrise. Fur began to break through her skin before Sonya strode over, claws elongating as she approached, and then before Selene could respond, the claws had dug in…

…and torn her entire lower jaw off along with most of her throat.

Nora’s eyes clenched shut, her composure faltering. She felt helpless, completely and utterly helpless. But she couldn’t do this, not to Jonas. She had promised him she’d keep Timothy’s location safe, and she couldn’t fail him. Not after all the steps to make sure he’d live.

“Where’s the child?” Varek’s voice spoke, calm, slowly beginning to grow deadly; it was obvious he was growing bored with this; not impatient, he never got impatient, at least she had never seen it during their brief encounters. Her eyes opened, staring at him balefully, defiantly. She couldn’t tell him…but she had to save her son’s life.

“We don’t know,” she finally answered, eyes down-casting to the floor regretfully, even as Michael let out a soft noise of surprise. “Jonas never told us where the mother had taken the child, just they were going to stop in Texas. That’s all we know…”

Surprisingly, his mate beat him to the reply, a soft growl escaping her as she licked James’ blood from her fingers. “She’s a liar,” she hissed, eyes flashing their maroon shade and glaring openly and wickedly at Nora. The Alpha females had a brief stare-off, Varek turned, giving Sonya a brief glance that made him calm, which she did, albeit begrudgingly.

“Sonya’s right,” Zo added, glancing back and forth between them. “She knows Jonas. She was there that night with the other pack; she’s gotta know.” The Beta had set aside the gun for the time being, and now watched the three in expectation.

“I don’t know, and neither does Michael, or any of the others. Jonas made sure of that,” Nora shot back, gazing up at Varek. “You think he hadn’t prepared for this; that we hadn’t prepared for something like this…of someone like you?”

* * *

Things could have gone much simpler. All she had to have done was give him the full location, not just the state, and then they would have left. It didn’t matter though, they had the state, a clue. They’d track them down; they had done it before, and they’d do it again. And then Nora and her son would have been spared. But no, she had to speak to him in that disgusted tone, as if he were lower than the droppings from a pig or some other beast of burden. Sonya’s growl was practically a soft bellow as she stormed over, and he didn’t even have to look to know she was fully prepared to tear the Alpha female apart limb from limb.

It was pathetic. He should be the one showing his disgust, disgust at her and Jonas and the others. They were above this, they were above humanity, above vampires; they were more than either, and greater than that, and yet she and the others chose to lock themselves away, to resist the temptation of the wolf. To resist half of whom they were. Even now Varek’s wolf snarled, pining for release and to tear her apart.

But no…he wouldn’t. He’d let Sonya have that honor, which she clearly wanted for the insult Nora gave to him. And on the subject of that…

His hand shot out, clasping Nora’s throat and clenching tightly, leaning in, his voice feral, low, threatening as he whispered, “You think you’re a protector, a guardian…a savior. But the truth is you’re just a murderer, for when it comes down to it, you might as well have elected to end all their lives…and I saved the best for last.” Mind firmly set, he twisted her head, nodding to Grenier once, telling him to proceed.

Even as Nora screamed in protest and thrashed, trying to break free from her shackles, Grenier stepped back, twitching as he began to contort, but only slight. Surprisingly he wasn’t letting the wolf out to the surface entirely, but would still use such means to exact a harsh demise on Michael. Claws stretched from all ten fingers, fangs elongating from the dull pegs that served as human teeth, silver eyes glistening as a thin layer of fur emerged. He was growling in excitement, but Varek knew it was laughter as the vicious fighter lunged, slamming into Michael hard enough to shatter human bone before his claws and fangs tore down and into the flesh.

Varek didn’t watch; he had seen Grenier hunt on more than one occasion; he knew what to expect. And besides, despite what Nora thought of him, he wasn’t taking enjoyment from this. Yes, he killed them, but in the end, this was a means to an end. The needs of the many outweighed the needs of the one. The boy’s life was just one, but if they were to do nothing, he would change thousands, perhaps more, unless it was stopped.

And the Alpha male intended to do just that, by any means necessary. And anyone who stood against them would fall just as they did. Just as the human, the wolves, Michael, and Nora, for as he stepped away, he gave the nod to Sonya, pulling out a wicked dagger, long and jagged. He twirled the blade once, gazing down at it with a look that appeared to be numb, and then handed it to his mate.

Nora's screams tore through the night, followed shortly by a quartet of blood-chilling howls; sounds of triumph, and challenge, and a message as day as the night sky.

The hunt was on.

TBC...

And to help everyone before they read this, here's the cast thus far. ^_^

Varek

Sonya

Zo

Grenier

Lucas

Nora

Selene

Michael

James
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"I love those moments...I like to wave at them as they pass by."

2006-07-07T20:08:37Z

Just got back from Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest. In a word: AWESOME. I'll have a full review coming soon hopefully and with spoilers, but, I will say this.

Bill Nighy as Davy Jones = Ten Buckets of Awesome.

"Soon you'll be drowning in lycans just like before."

2006-07-05T05:50:12Z

I know, not the best quote, but hey, it fits. XD

My muse has been poking me for a LXG/Skinwalkers story. Skinwalkers is a werewolf movie that hasn't come out yet that I am highly anticipating for and am showing no patience waiting for updates. Can't help it. ^_^() The characters from the movie are the same in this, just modified as the movie is set in modern times. I don't own anyone so don't sue. Here's the teaser trailer. ^_^

A massacre. Bodies lay strewn about the interior of what appears to be a saloon. Although we cannot see the full extent of the death and destruction, the looks on the faces of the several men who have just entered confirms that it’s something truly horrific. They stand at the doors, barely able to step any closer, frozen to the spot in fear and repulsion. Suddenly, a low growl...

One of them turns, and something lunges from the shadows, eyes flashing, fangs and claws glinting in the light as they scream.

In this small town…

A slow pan through the town as an eerie music plays, and as we slow, we come to rest on the League: Wilhelmina Harker, Tom Sawyer, Dr. Henry Jekyll, Rodney Skinner, and Captain Nemo. Standing not too far behind are several of Nemo’s crew, and as one the group looks over their destination.

It looks like a ghost town.

Two groups war in the night…

One group embraces their humanity…

We see a middle-aged man, still somewhat youthful in appearance but with the carriage of an experienced and wise leader. He sits wearily in a chair overlooking the town, brown eyes looking ahead and filled with uncertainty and subtle dread before they close with a weary sigh. This is Jonas. A hand lies on his shoulder, and he smiles, gazing up at the owner of it. It belongs to a woman, beautiful and matured in her appearance, with lightly tanned skin, dark hair, and dark brown eyes, and she smiles down at Jonas before kissing him gently. This is Rachel.

A young couple swims in a small pond while a dark skinned male watches from afar with a smirk, watching over them like a guardian. The two in the pond seem to be enjoying themselves as they embrace each other momentarily. The male has very short brown hair and blue eyes and the female has blonde hair and brown eyes; Adam and Katherine. And the male sitting from his perch is Doak.

As the couple swims into shore, they have no idea that they’re being watched. From the shadows of a large cliff, four pairs of haunting eyes watch, flashing various shades of amber, maroon, black, and silver. We cannot see their faces yet, but we can tell that they’re smiling wickedly.

The other embraces their darkness…

We see Jonas, Katherine, Adam, and Doak, all chained up in what appears to be a cellar. They’re all in various stages of exhaustion, panting and slick with sweat. The sounds of bones cracking are heard, and Jonas’ eyes flash a vivid green. And as one, they begin to transform. We fade away before we see it in its entirety, but we know now that these are lycanthropes.

A group of bandits cackle in triumph as they ride and shoot around a bonfire, obviously stolen money sitting aside in large bags to be divided later. Almost all of them are completely drunk, to the point that they don’t even hear the footsteps; see the dark shapes running in the shadows, and some of them not even on two legs. Not until it’s too late, and then they are descended upon. Four nightmarish shadows of various size and shape tear into them. More lycanthropes, and the obvious leaders of the small group – the larger of the two a towering monster with black fur, amber eyes, a perfect mixture of wolf and man; and the smaller lean, athletic, almost feline features – seem to be enjoying themselves the most.

As one the group shifts back so swiftly it doesn’t seem natural until they’re all human. The towering black wolf has been replaced by a handsome young man; tall and dark, with long dark hair and amber eyes. His companion, a female with wild hair and dark eyes, smiles cruelly at him as he pulls her close, kissing her hungrily, their bodies fueled by the slaughter. These are Varek and Sonya.

Their companions watch from the shadows, both male. One is noticeably older looking, with pale brown hair that goes down past his shoulders in a scraggly mess with an almost crooked nose, and the other is a scarred and grisly dark-skinned man; Zo and Grenier.

A prophecy speaks of a child…

Close up on a small boy, perhaps twelve or thirteen years old, curled up asleep in a bed. Rachel comes over and lies down next to him, holding him securely, protectively. The boy is Timothy.

Jonas gazes to Katherine as they watch from afar, worry more than noticeable in their faces. Doak and Adam are behind them, letting father and daughter speak.

Jonas: It’s almost time…

…who will change the fate of their kind forever…

We see Timothy, curled up on the ground in the desert, crying out as his clothes begin to stretch, and then tear. Fur begins to break through his skin, and with a growl, he starts to shift.

How he does…is a matter of fate.

The music changes, still remaining the hauntingly eerie score we’ve heard during the previous scenes, but it becomes deeper, harsher, as we are treated to several scenes.

Nemo unsheathing his sword, standing his ground against Zo, who calmly strides forward, claws breaking through his fingertips as he slashes at Nemo.

Tom crouching by a bound Timothy, his expression as comforting as possible due to his uneasy and disheveled appearance. Blood can be seen on the side of his face, and as he moves to untie the boy, Grenier lunges from the shadows and tackles him with a snarl.

Rachel starring at Jonas in shock, hurt, and confusion, as if she has just been told the most shocking thing she’s ever heard. And then she slaps him hard across the jaw.

Mina and Sonya battle in a destroyed saloon. It is truly a sight to see as vampire and werewolf tear at each other, claws against silver daggers. Mina’s red gaze is met harshly with Sonya’s maroon eyes, and she backhands the vampire across the room.

Adam being helped up by Skinner, visible only by his duster, and the young werewolf looks startled for a moment before gazing at him warily.

Katherine being pinned to a wall by Grenier forcefully, but he makes no move to kill her. Instead, he leans in and sniffs her softly, once, and smiles, fangs glinting in the light.

Grenier: You can’t hide it from me…you can’t convince me if you can’t convince yourself.

Tom yanks out his pistols and lets off several shots into Varek. Some hit and some are dodged as the werewolf charges, grabbing the Agent’s left arm and twisting it to the point where it would snap in half. Tom shouts, and Varek’s other hand raises, claws elongated as he brings them down for the kill. And then Jonas lunges from the shadows, Varek looking in surprise just before Jonas barrels into him.

Hyde faces off against Zo’s wolf form, a tall and gangly beast with claws more like short swords. Hyde’s confident, but his expression is cautious, wary of the lycanthrope.

We see Sonya as she grips Doak by the back of his neck and slamming his head into the wall with as much force as she can muster. She moves in for the kill, and stops, turning and dodging the floating chair that has been readied to smash into her. She tears it to pieces and strikes Skinner, but this distraction is enough for Doak to change. Sonya meets this with her own transformation, and the two lycanthropes collide.

Varek and Jonas face off in a burning building. Fire dances around them, and Varek, despite the unpleasant environment, smiles. His eyes are fully amber and gaze into Jonas’ amber pair.

Varek: You’re finally learning…

With snarls on either side, they lunge, and as they reach each other…

The screen fades to black, and the full moon pulls into view, and as it does the title appears across it slowly.

Skinwalkers

A final shot, an eye, closed for a moment, shoots open, yellow flooding through it as the unseen owner starts to change. And as it begins, we hear two bellows. One sounds familiar, and the other is unknown

COMING SOON

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So there it is. Liked it? Hated it? Confused by it? Comments are appreciated. ^_^

nightslash @ 2006-07-04T23:17:00

2006-07-05T03:17:47Z

Sometimes in our lives we all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there's always tomorrow

Lean on me, when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
'Til I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on

Please swallow your pride
If I have things you need to borrow
For no one can fill those of your needs
That you don't let show

Lean on me, when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
'Til I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on

If there is a load you have to bear
That you can't carry
I'm right up the road
I'll share your load
If you just call me

So just call on me brother, when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'd understand
We all need somebody to lean on

Lean on me when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
Till I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on
Lean on me...

This is a meme. There's no italics, there's no tagging. This is from one person to another. A chain. If you see someone on your flist with this in an entry, you put it in an entry. Keep it going, because these lyrics and the idea they represent are important and people should always remember them.

"He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood."

2006-05-05T02:17:38Z

Just saw the season finale for Supernatural. No spoilers, don't worry. All I have to say is...

FUCKING BULLSHIT DAMN CRAP EVIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*clears throat and relaxes* Okay, I'm better now.

"The Ex Husband?? Bruce would never do this to Demi! Ever!!"

2006-04-09T03:30:08Z

Random fan-geek moment brought to you by me and MTV.

Kate Beckinsale got Punk'd by Michael Sheen. It was so awesome.

That is all. XD

insert clever quote

2006-03-30T23:05:16Z

Snagged this from vampyric_lycan, who snagged it from carnage533, who...well you get the idea. XD But yeah, I agree with them in how this is a rather infuriating story.

A white woman, about 51 years old, was seated next to a black man on an airplane. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air hostess. "Madam, what is the matter?" the hostess asked.

"You obviously do not see it," she responded. "You placed me next to a black man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat."

"Be calm please," the hostess replied. "Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another place is available." The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later. "Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in the economy class. I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is also no seat in the business class. All the same, we still have one place in the first class." Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued, "It is not usual for our company to permit someone from the economy class to sit in the first class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting." The hostess turned to the black man and said "Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in first class." At that moment, the other passengers who were shocked by what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.

So there. If you're against racism in any shape or form, post this in your journal. That is all.

"Remember, remember, the fifth of November..."

2006-03-22T00:15:46Z

Saw V for Vendetta. A full review will be coming later when my brain is more awake, but I will say this.

Hugo Weaving is a God.

That is all. XD

UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-03-13T20:16:41Z

Ugh, this is just, UGH!!!! *is so glad I work at a job that doesn't require me to deal with customers*

WARNING: This is really disgusting.

That is all, random postage of disgust from me. ^_^()()

Valentine's Day

2006-02-14T05:55:57Z

Okie, tomorrow I will probably be online once or twice, but since it's Valentine's day, I'm going to be in invisi mode and am going to want to spend the full day with Jess, as I'm sure you'll all understand. So please, unless it's an absolute life-or-death emergency - which I hope it's not the case if it is ~_^ - don't try to contact me unless it's through emails. No AIMs. That is all, thank you and everyone have a Happy Valentine's day!! ^_^

nightslash @ 2006-02-10T23:42:00

2006-02-11T04:42:25Z

If there is someone on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (whether you have actually met face-to-face or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.

Hhm...

2006-01-26T19:39:39Z

I really need to start making quotes for my subjects. ^_^()

Anyway, this is for the people who I know who post stuff on ff.net. Has anyone ever gotten a review that was moderately large at least, that you then see was put in another story, the exact same wording, exact same person and everything?

I did, and now I feel, unsure. I'd normally feel flattered, but the fact that someone else got the exact same review from the same person a while ago, I don't know, it makes me feel odd. Something about it just makes me feel itchy. *shrugs* Could be overreacting about nothing, but, who knows.

Random Icon Postage

2006-01-25T17:43:24Z

Got a new icon that Jess made for me. *points above* Marcus/Erika icon. Isn't it prettyful? ^_^

Okie, pimping done now. ^_^

Quote Meme

2006-01-12T01:01:28Z

Since a few people are doing this one, I'd figure I'd do my own.

*points to the cut* The Cliche...XD

1. ~~"So what are you, a lion, or a chimpanzee?"~~ - King Kong - Captain Englehorn - Guessed by clez.

2. ~~"Would you be killed in your sleep like an ailing pet?"~~ - Serenity - The Operative - Guessed by likesthesilence.

3. ~~"If you were going to take over the world, would you blow up the White House 'Independence Day' style, or sneak in through the back door?"~~ - The Faculty - Casey - Guessed by clez.

4. "This is Highschool. Nothing's for real."

5. "I guess we should feel some sort of guilt, but she broke the cardinal rule; never fuck with people who handle your food."

6. ~~"I didn't think Americans gave up so easily."~~ - LXG - Mina Harker - Guessed by likesthesilence and clez.

7. “Congratulations. If I had both my hands, I'd applaud you.”

8. ~~“Who do you think God really favors in the web? The spider or the fly?”~~ - Blade II - Eli Damaskinos - Guessed by leila_dessler.

9. ~~“When the last vampire is extinct, who will mourn our passing? Will she? Will anyone?”~~ - - Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust - Meier Link - Guessed by leila_dessler.

10. ~~“You know who I am! You know who my father is! You can’t touch me, you piece-of-shit-cop!”~~ - Sin City - Junior/Yellow Bastard - Guessed by likesthesilence and clez.

11. ~~"Villainy wears many masks, none of which so dangerous as virtue."~~ - Sleepy Hollow - Ichabod Crane - Guessed by clez.

12. ~~“Your forces are an abomination!”~~ - Elektra - Meizumi - Guessed by leila_dessler.

13. ~~“When we get out of this, I may have to steal you.”~~ - Red Eye - Jackson Rippner - Guessed by the_sublime_cat.

14. ~~“You haven’t beaten me. You’ve sacrificed sure footing for a killing stroke.”~~ - Batman Begins - Henri Ducard - Guessed by the_sublime_cat.

15. ~~“I was born lucky.”~~ - The Man - Joe/Kane - Guessed by leila_dessler.

16. ~~“Just seeing those steps again makes me ache. You're gonna have plenty of fun carrying buckets of water up and down that fucker.”~~ - Kill Bill: Volume 2 - Bill - Guessed by clez.

17. “How do you expect to defeat me when you are but a man, and I am forever?”

18. ~~“Hey, call me Mr. Sensitivity…okay, everybody out of the way! Wide load coming through! He's huge!”~~ - Fantastic Four - Johnny Storm - Guessed by the_sublime_cat.

19. ~~“You’re here, because he turned you in…for sweeties.”~~ - Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe - Jadis/The White Witch - Guessed by likesthesilence and clez.

20. “See, I got this problem. Cops don’t like me, so I don’t like cops.”

Geek Moment

2006-01-10T20:01:55Z

I'm probably not the only one who's realized the irony of this but I was watching the trailer for Evolution (my expectations for the movie are low with the exception of Marcus and William, who look to be the coolest people in it) and I suddenly realized:

Kate Beckinsale - Selene

Tony Curran - Marcus

You probably won't get this unless you're on clez's LXG RPG, but I suddenly realized it, and promptly went into hysterics.

Merry Christmas

2005-12-24T16:01:18Z

I'm leaving for Jess' on Tuesday, and probably won't be online much until Monday, and then once I leave for Georgia I will be unavailable until January 12th. So in case I don't see you, Jess and I send our regards and...

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!! XD

...

2005-12-02T21:50:54Z

http://www.livejournal.com/community/customers_suck/13801928.html

This is just...no words. I already showed it to a few people, but it, it needs to be seen by everyone.

Since near everyone else has done it...

2005-11-24T00:21:19Z

Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like/love/adore you. Then put this in your own journal, and spread the love.

That is all. ^_^

Brief Update.

2005-10-14T15:59:23Z

I'm just posting to let everyone know Jess won't be on today or tomorrow until tomorrow night. There's been a few problems concerning some stuff, including stuff concerning Natasi-Starbuck, so she's not going to be in a very talkative mood.

The horrors of ff.net

2005-08-31T03:32:14Z

See, this is why I no longer post or update at ff.net, if I write stuff, which I don't very often, as my muse is extremely difficult and it pisses me off. ^_^() But enough about that. The point is, Jess found this story in the Blade section and sent me the summary. The summary is as follows.

3. The Ancient Curse and the New Hero by sulpherwolf
this is taking place during blade 2. You are a half demon named catrin. You are in love with Snowman from the movie I DONT OWN!. Thats all im tellin you.
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - General - Chapters: 1 - Words: 741 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 8-28-05 - Published: 8-28-05

My initial reaction was that perhaps it was a parody of some sort. I mean, look at that and tell me it's not a joke. And then I read the story, and I think a part of my brain imploded at the stupidity of it.

yo my name is sulpher_wolf. yall can call me catrin. i am canadian. woot woot to the beer. my fave drink is blueberry vodka looks at skitzofraniccrazyphsyco some1 got me hooked on it. my3 best friends r squirrelgurl, skitzo(thats officaly what im callin her), and hbl333.

Part of her profile. Nuff said.

Oh, and did I mention that the chapter ends with the half demon breaking out in song...to 'Dirty' by Christina Agulera?!?!?!

Fanfiction.net is falling apart. They take down excellent stories on a daily basis, yet somehow this type of horseshit is left up. Eh, oh well, I'm reporting it since they used lyrics in their story, and those apparently aren't allowed anymore. I was just in a ranting mood.