Thursday, March 31, 2011

SP FanFiction- Part Seven

BWAHA! I'M SO SLAP HAPPY! HAH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I COULD WAIT TO POST THIS, SO HERE IT IS! HAH! IM GONNA GO AND GET YO-GURT! HEY LOOK! THE CHARGE IS LOW! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! 


IM OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD, THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF YO-GUUUURT! 






Behind him, the bedroom window shattered as someone jumped through.

Israel spun around from the book he was looking at, his eye meeting those of a vampire. The vampire grinned, showing pointed teeth.

Israel drew his shotgun, narrowing his eyes. "Im really getting tired of you guys."

The vampire chuckled as if that had been the most hilarious thing in the world.

Israel's leg shot upwards as the vampire jumped, stopping the vampire and making him fall to the wall like a rag doll.


(Authors Note: DID YA SEE THAT! I RHYMED!) 

The vampire cursed, then crawled to the door, kneeling up. Israel kicked, his foot making contact with the vampires back. The vampire howled in pain, leaping up. Israel heard other vampires in the other rooms, storming the place.

Aquila screamed from the kitchen, and multiple vampires howled in delight.

Israel gritted his teeth, running out into the hallway, only for his face to meet a fist. Israel's shotgun flew out of his hand as he staggered back into the bedroom, falling to the floor.

A vampire strolled in, taking his time. He took Israel's shotgun from the floor, idly fingering the trigger.

"I wonder what it'll feel like...to be on the end of your own bullet." the vampire said, pointing it at Israel as the first vampire staggered out of the room.

Israel hefted himself up, trying to move off the floor.

The vampire pulled the trigger.

•••

Aquila dropped behind the kitchen counter as the vampires fell through the window, making shards of glass fly everywhere.

Aquila breathed quickly, her eyes wild. Had they seen her?

"Elysium is in the bedroom, and Felis should be here." a vampire said, his voice gruff.

Aquila pressed against the counter, muscles tense.

"They should all know that they're all part of this little plan." one vampire said. "Playing pieces in a huge game."

Aquila's breath was cut short. What game?

"They will find things that they didn't know before, sure," the vampire continued. "But the real prize lies somewhere else."

"Shut up you idiot!" another vampire hissed. "What if Felis is listening?"

"It really lies with the other shape shifters!"

There was a large WHOMP as the vampire was hit over the head, silencing him before he said anything else, to Aquila's disappointment.

"Did you hear that Felis? Thats a clue." the other vampire said as about five other vanpires chuckled in the background.

Aquila jumped out and dove for the broken window, but was grabbed by the end of her coat, and flung back as the vampire yanked her away. Aquila screamed, her back hitting the wall and her arm twisting painfully under her.

The vampire was a she, who was smirking. The other vampires in the background howled with delight.

"This is all a game, Felis, but in the middle of each game their has to be some obstacles." the vampire said, baring her teeth.

"Yay for us..." Aquila muttered.

Israel appeared in the doorway of a bedroom for a split second, before a older vampire punched him in the face, pushing him back into the room.

"Israel!" Aquila shrieked.

The female vampire advanced on Aquila slowly, making her teeth glint with malice.

"Move back three on your game board." She said, smirking.

Aquila flinched, but the pain never came.

For her, at least.

The female vampire was thrown back by air elemental magic, knocking her into two of the other vampires.

A man blasted through the window, crystal eyes burning with hate. The man snapped his fingers, summoning a flame. He threw the flame at the nearest vampire, kicking and throwing him against the wall.

Aquila let out a gurgled cry when she heard a gun shot in the room, and an anguished yell from Israel.

The man swept his black hair back, pulling a handgun out of his pocket, pointing it at the vampires.

"Get outta my house." the man said with a heavy irish accent.

Aquila shut her eyes quickly, and heard one, two, three, four, five, six, seven shots.

Aquila opened her eyes slowly, and was met with the sight of all the vampires lying dead on the floor.

Something stumbled out the room Israel was in, and Aquila expected to see another vampire. However, it was just Israel, without a scratch.

"Israel..." Breathed Aquila. "How...?"

Israel smiled, and raised an eyebrow.

Aquila blinked. "Oh. Yeah. Right. Your power. Sorry."

Aquila and Israel turned to the man, who was pocketing the shotgun.

"Wait a second..." Aquila whispered. "You...You're March's father!"



WE WILL NEVER REALLY KNOW HOW ISRAEL ESCAPED THAT ONE, BECAUSE I WILL NEVER WRITE ABOUT IT. 


AND NO, I WILL NOT TURN THE CAPS LOCK OFF. 


HEH.




FOLLOW THE PURPLE BRICK ROAD! FOLLOW THE PURPLE BRICK ROAD! BECAUSE THERE IS A SEVERE CAR MUNCHKIN CRASH ON THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD! 


HEHEHEHE! 

11 comments:

  1. LOL WONDERFUL AND EXCITING!
    I LOVE IT!!!!
    BRAVO, MAR!!!!!
    HAHA!!!! I'M NOT GOING TO TURN OFF THE CAPS EITHER!!!!!
    AND I'LL FOLLOW THE PURPLE BRICK ROAD IF OCTA IS AT THE OTHER END!!!!!
    XDDDDDDD

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  2. OCTA WILL BE THEEEEEEEEREREREREREREREER!

    *spins around*

    LETS GOOO!

    *skips down the purple brick road*

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  3. *tries to skip with Mar, forgetting she is wearing roller skates*










    *stumbles and rolls crazily on one foot backwards down the purple brick road*

    HE-EEEEEE-EEEEEE-EEEELP MEEE-EEEE-EEE, MAAAAAAR!!!


    :O

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  4. *screams*

    IM COMING KALLLLIIISSSTTTAAAAA!

    *scrambles after*

    *trips*

    *falls down the rabbit hole*

    EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!

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  5. LOL That was fantastic, Mar!
    IS HER DAD REALLY STILL ALIVE?!?!?
    I'm looking forward to reading the next part!!!

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  6. SKYRIL!

    Wanna be in it...? Hmmm...?

    HMMMMM???

    And Thalia, you, will...be fighting man eating cats eventually. Remind you of anyone...?

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  7. Ehh...no, it doesn't remind me of anyone. Should it?

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