#i say when we all are still friends and in the winx fandom in five years

[darlenicy]

We're all going there together

[studentmyself]

Recently they came out with the live action Winx club TV show and I want to talk about it and rant.

Spoilers Ahead !

A little background, I did watch the original Winx club and it’s 7 seasons and 2 movies before they moved on to world of Winx. So I feel qualified to talk about the series and the source material. Now I know for a fact that they changed a lot of stuff up and we’re going for mystical Scottish Harry potter vibes.

•Characters

For the most part I’m fine with the characters. I know most people think this bloom doesn’t act like bloom but they haven’t watch season one. This bloom is very season one bloom, bratty and annoying and all about her. The original show really didn’t care about the others character until season four in the original cartoon.

While I am upset that they made Stella into Regina George, I’m kind of here for it. It’s giving me very Sky‘s ex fiancé vibess aka Diaspro.

I like Terra’s personality and I connect with her on a personal level. I feel like she is me when I was in high school.

I like Aisha‘s character, i do think she needs to chill the hell out and stop being used by bloom. Aisha is better than that and she should get better friends than that. Also are they going to introduce her wizard love interest from the cartoon in season two?

Musa’s character is boring and to be quite honest they could’ve just left her out of the show instead of of Techna.

The adults are kind of boring and they fall for the same problems like all adults on any type of teenage show, keeping secrets instead of telling the damn teenagers what the hell is going on.

•World Building

I’m going to be honest I didn’t half understand some of the lore in the show. The first thing they establish is that there’s this other world (Aka Magical Dimension ). In this world Alfea is in the kingdom of Solaria which looks like it where Australia would be in our world (Aka the first world) Plus the teachers had said there are seven realms altogether.

Also, where is the technology? In the original Winx club the magic dimension had a perfect mixture of magic in technology. Techna was the best example of this,a techno nerd who is also a fairy and uses magic as well as technology.

•Lore

Also in a TV show they say the fairies have evolved past the need for wings and fancy outfit but in reality we learned from the teachers fairies lost the power to transform into their fairy forms four thousand years ago. But bloom does seem to learn this power randomly at the end of the series? Honestly for live-action transformation it was horrible but, I’m willing to give it a pass if they could work on it especially because Winx club is notorious for having different transformations every season. Also we didn’t get to see the other girls transformation.

To fix the transformation, I would have the actors wear a set of physical wings and then add the glowing effect in post like they do with Star Wars when it comes to lightsabers. For Blooms’s transformation i would suggest having red leather pants with flames on them, high heel boots, and maybe a cool necklace? They can go modern with the outfit but just do something.

Initial fairies power seem to be classified into five types of fairies which as they get older they could dabble in different types of magic. For example the headmaster as well as Terra’s father could use different types of magic even though I’m assuming they were earth or airf fairies.  The whole situation with the different types of fairies is giving me very skyhigh vibes. They establish early on they have support fairies and battle fairies. It seems like fire,water, air fairies are the powerful ones while earth and mind fairies might be support. No idea where light fairies into all of this.

•Plot

Even though the plot took so many turns at times it essentially is very season one of original Winx. They just replace some of the characters and changed the order of events. Personally i hate when a story tells everything in flash backs. I think the best scenes are with the girls being regular teenage girls.

•Things I didn’t like

-The fact that they essentially rolled all the Trix in the one girl named Beatrix who theoretically I think is a witch? She said she was from the city that they destroyed that was the city of the blood witches, so I’m assuming she’s a witch? In the show it said she’s an air fairy, but if we’re looking to the original winx cartoon it was stated in that cartoon that witches and fairies can essentially change their roles until they get their Enchantix powers (adult fairy powers).

-Why does everyone have a Scottish accent? Are all fairies in the other world Scottish/British?

-Where is Flora and Techna. I get why they put Terra in there because they essentially wanted to have a big girl character for body positivity but it still is bothering me that she’s essentially taking a Latino characters place.

•Things I liked

•Riven&Dane

While i do not like how the relationship started, honestly I’m shipping them because it seems kind of hot and I can’t wait to see how this goes. Because the show made it make it seem like Riven was a homophobic bully but then at the end he was like kind of flirting with Dane? And the Dane straight up said “I think you’re hot” to Riven.

•Beatrix

She is a complete and utter bitch, I live for Beatrix. Finally a competent villain. Also I’m here for the lightning powers.

•Male Fairies

 I do like that he show decided to go with the gender equality route. As it was established with Terra’s father and brother there are male fairies finally. Male fairies have been a hotly debated topic in the Winx Club fandom for years. So I’m glad the show was saying “no there are men and women fairies as well as men and women specialist”.

•Blood Witches

I really want them to bring in witches, I’m kind of interested to see how they play with the concept of witches. At the end of the show they said “ humans can’t have magic unless their blood witches and use sacrifices to get magic.” So now I’m interested to see these blood witches.

Overall

Overall I liked the series as a standalone series. If you compare it to the original cartoon it doesn’t compare at all. But I’m hopeful that things get better and i genuinely want to see season 2.

[floralovebot]

Replying here since I am too lazy to try and put stuff under a cut. I used to be able to do that without thinking and now? Yeah my brain is like "It's Thursday? When did it become Thursday?" LMAO

I agree with all of your points on Fate Winx Saga. And no, I don't want Dane with Riven. Just on principle at this point.

It would be nice to understand why the show went in this particular direction with Riven though. Like you said, he could just have been a rebel with a cause. Hates authority and the system or is just uncomfortable with people. But no. He's just unlikable with no intention of remorse or repentance.

I might reevaluate his character if he properly apologized to Terra and Dane and it was sincere. After all people can and do change. And usually this kind of assholish behavior is reserved for guest stars and recurring characters who are barely seen and meant to be antagonists to our main group. It's mindboggling to me why the writers would have Riven be this unlikable and then expect for people to root for him. Then again, I saw he is a fan favorite character but the list also put him at number 10 of characters ranked by their likability.

I can get behind a bad boy/girl character if they are still charming and not too vile. But he and Beatrix are horrid. At least she has the excuse of being a villain. What's Riven's? Why is he BFF's with Sky but rarely hanging with him? Why is Dane now a jackass too?

And I agree that Riven will do all that shit and still be considered good and a hero at the end . And Dane? When the show decides they have enough of their other POC character (because Aisha still counts)? They'll kill him off for shock value without giving him a chance to redeem himself and it will be the "perfect" catalyst to show Riven wracked w/ guilt for his actions, furthering his man-pain. That's when the show will come out with him feeling remorse for his actions and try to explain it away with bad home life or maybe actual repressed sexuality--who knows? But it's too late to apologize to Dane or whatever, since he's now dead. So Riven will continue to fight the good fight in his memory.

I bet you that will happen. Ugh. The writers are idiots.

i completely agree! (and under the cut again alhgaldg)

tbh i think quite a few of us have an inkling about where dane's story is gonna go (aka dead). literally everything you said is exactly what i've been thinking since fate came out (which like,, yikes. says a lot about a show when so many people can tell you want to kill off your only characters of color). and plenty of others in the fandom have mentioned their thoughts on dane and what will end up happening to him. his death will probably have something to do with riven and beatrix and will only be used so riven can get his "redemption".

and honestly fate riven is such a huge disappointment. especially since they made riven and sky best friends (which like,, where did that even come from?). before fate came out, i was full on expecting moments where riven would fight with sky about him being a rich, privileged prince who's had his whole life served up on a silver platter (basically what happened in the cartoon), but instead we get them apparently being best buds but also lowkey hating each others guts and barely interacting? and sky isn't even a prince so riven doesn't get that as an excuse to fight him? he's just being an ass? like,, on one hand i was really upset that brandon wasn't there but on the other hand i was excited to see how they would show riven and sky being best friends and like,, it absolutely sucked lmao

and yes! i don't understand the thought process behind making riven just an asshole instead of sticking to what he was in the original and then building on that since they had the chance. i think it just really shows how much they don't understand these characters at all. people like riven because he's relatable in that he calls out privilege, hates authority, and has a hard time connecting with people. he's not just an asshole for fun. og riven actually tries to be friends with the specialists, he's just very bad at it at first. and he definitely has his moments where he is an ass, but we all agreed years ago that it's a defense mechanism so he can look tougher and not show weakness (not that that makes it okay, just a reasoning). but fate has shown that they don't understand riven or why the fandom likes him. they clearly assumed that young girls were just into the "hot bad boy who hates women" trope and didn't actually look at his character for who he is. if you have the time, i'd recommend looking at this great analysis of riven by @stellasolaris (if you see this sorry for tagging you i just think the meta is good adhglajd)! the writers on fate clearly didn't look into his character or what made fans like him and just made one off assumptions about his entire deal. and now fate!riven is this mega douche and literally everything people hate about anyone.

and i completely see where they're wanting to take riven, with him being one of the og specialists and a fan favorite. they're definitely trying to go "bad boy turns good boy" route and give him a redemption arc but like. not every character is zuko!! not every bad boy gets a redemption or deserves one in the first place!!! og riven got a (relatively) good redemption because he actually deserved one, fate!riven does not.

i have no doubt that beatrix is gonna do something that gets dane either killed or extremely injured which causes riven to have massive guilt and a random change of heart. then he gets his five minutes of fame with a bad redemption arc. no idea what's going on in rivusa land and i have no idea why it's still popular with fate fans but i imagine that if they do keep rivusa, the redemption will probably spark it. maybe sam dies too. probably. 😐.

[darkpoisonouslove]

I’m sending you almost the exact list you asked me, but XD 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 11, 12, 15, 16

Perfectly fine with me! :D

1. What's something you've written that you know is OOC and you just don't care?

I am pretty sure that Darcy is being at least somewhat OOC in The End of Never but I couldn’t be bothered to care right now. I would have to rewrite it from scratch to fix that and all that can accomplish is making me abandon that fic forever so I guess we’ll just have to make do with it. (Though, tbh she just learned who her parents were so I guess it’s normal for her to be all confused and not too much like herself).

I also think that Valtor might be somewhat OOC as well in “How Can Light Be So Hard to See?” You know, giving up his quest for power for Griffin. It made sense with the direction of the story but when you put it next to canon, I don’t think it passes the test of being in character with flying colors.

2. What's the most overrated thing you've written?

I have one fanfic for Fairy Tail that is hideously basic and somehow is still my most popular and I just can’t stand that. The idea is just so unoriginal and mainstream - which I guess is what is the appeal - that it drives me nuts to know that is my most liked work for that fandom.

I don’t think I have any Winx fic that I would call overrated. Certainly a handful that I think are underrated, though.

5. Something you hate to see in smut.

Descriptions of every single movement that is happening between the characters. It is in no way necessary and what is more important in that situation - it is just not sexy. There is nothing hot about the in-out motion as I like to call the logistics of smuts. It is all the feelings that the characters are bringing into the situation that turn it from mechanical motions into an experience and I just cannot stand it when we spend five paragraphs on undressing and there isn’t a single emotion mentioned meanwhile, only physicality. No, thank you.

I really hate the lack of dialogue in most smut also. For me the connection of the characters also needs to come through in words. Maybe not that many of them - and I certainly have smuts that aren’t that rich in dialogue - but there have to be at least a few lines somewhere during the whole thing for me to be able to actually enjoy it. And since it relates to this, let me give you a quote from my idol, Dorothy Zbornak - “You know I’ve always wanted to [talk during sex], but at that point no one ever seems interested in conversation.” Same, sister. Same.

And here is also something that kinda goes as a addendum to the previous point - I may like to have dialogue in my smut, but I absolutely despise the way a lot of people write “dirty talk”. It is not sexy, it is just plain disgusting or offensive. Sometimes both at once. I don’t have a problem with the names of the things but you can use them without being utterly vulgar and gross.

6. Something you love to see in smut.

Talking. Just the characters talking about stuff. About how it feels or how they feel, or even about things that aren’t necessarily that connected to it. Bantering during sex is just A++ material. It just makes it feel alive to me and like an actual interaction. It is not necessary all of the time but, like I said before, let them speak to each other instead of just fucking like animals who can’t communicate, please!

Other than that, I am not that particular about what I want in smuts. I am definitely here for some kinky elements as often as possible. XD They certainly give a great opportunity to explore how much the characters trust each other and how they feel about each other and themselves and I am all about that. I just need there to be emotion because that’s what I can relate to and what makes or breaks a scene for me. And smuts aren’t an exception.

7. Something you hate to see in dialogue.

Accents because they often make it hard for me to understand what the hell the character is supposed to be saying. Just, please, write that there is an accent in the dialogue tag and let us all move on happily.

Excessive realisticness also can become annoying. I get it that you’re trying to be authentic but when you can’t understand what the dialogue is supposed to say, then we have a problem.

8. Something you love to see in dialogue.

Considering the fact that I am a dialogue writer, I don’t really have anything particular that I am looking for in dialogue. Just as long as it is understandable, I am fine with it. I don’t really stop to think about it that much when I write because it comes easily to me and so I don’t really pay that much attention to how it reads in other people’s writings.

11. What "don't ever do this" writing rule are you guilty of constantly breaking?

Starting sentences with “and” and “but” and other conjunctions. I don’t care what anyone says. That can be used as emphasis and I will die on this hill. It is a legit writing technique.

Also, I keep using adverbs no matter how much people condemn them. There is a certain merit to the advice to limit their use and look for stronger verbs that don’t need adverbs when possible but I still think it is silly to just throw away a whole group of parts of the speech.

12. What writing rule do you refuse to break?

I am pretty sure I have broken everything at some point. Some things consciously and others just due to not knowing how things happen. I am pretty particular about grammar and punctuation usually but if I think the flow of the sentence needs me to throw those out the window, I will do it without hesitation.

15. We all project onto our characters. Where has your personality or life choices leaked onto the page the most?

Honestly? Everywhere. Rarely do I ever look at a completed fic and not find a way in which I have projected onto the characters. It’s just everywhere.

There is Griffin’s fear of being abandoned in “Pain”.

There is Stella’s hurt over her parents’ divorce in “I Want to Do it All with You”.

There is Griffin’s desire to overcome her self-deprecation in “Can We Give Hope a Chance to Grow?”

There are more projections in “What Is the One Thing That Can Never Break?”, “Happiness Is More Real When You Share It”, “How Can Light Be So Hard to See?”, “Let Me Mirror Your Love for Me Back at You”, etc.

But the most notable I think is in chapter 2 of “Insanity”.

That paragraph that compared Valtor to Hagen? Hardcore projection but somehow I have projected onto both of them. And a lot of the conversation between Valtor and Oritel about having kids is also projection. The idea that society has a negative outlook on people who are not instantly ready to have kids once they are adults is a personal opinion... or more like an observation. And the part about fathers not refusing anything to their daughters also lands somewhere there.

16. What's the most ridiculous thing you've done to put off actually writing?

I am not that original when it comes to procrastinating. XD I do the usual stuff. Namely, get lost on the internet or research myself out of writing. Rereading old work is a big contender here also. But that is pretty much it. Also, going out with family or friends but I wouldn’t call any of these ridiculous.

[crue-sixx]

The Lady In The Water

Title: The Lady In The Water

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt

Summary:  The tortured soul of a murdered woman lingers above her watery tomb.  Her spirit resides in the apartment she once called home, her power growing stronger on rainy days. You are a medium-you can see hear and talk to ghosts.  You must help them find the light.

Note: Based on the Haunted Apartment HC.  The character of John Rimbauer and his house Rose Red are of the mind of Stephen King.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, paranormal and scary shit, implied rape murder and drowning, ghost sex.  If you are squeamish please don't read.

Late 1880's

Amelia Grace was a low level worker, who had joined the labor union in the strikes for better working conditions.  She soon went up the latter in the Union ranks and became the spokesperson for the cause.  Across the continent in New York, a horrible fire broke out in a textile factory that burned over 100 poor souls of women and girls alive.  The owners had locked the doors with heavy chains during working hours, so that their employees would be forced to work their entire shifts with no breaks.  One of the machines had caught fire and in a matter of minutes and only a handful of workers jumped to safety, though not entirely safe.  They sustained broken bones and horrible burns-scarring them for life. 

She was now speaking at a rally against a Seattle based businessman John Rimbauer.  He had built a factory in the city where he employed the cruelest of men to be his overseers.  She had been speaking with some of the women and girls in his employ and from what they relayed to her, John Rimbauer had an insatiable sexual appetite.  When he'd come and inspect the books, he'd call some ladies into his office and spend extended periods of time with them. afterward the ladies having expressions on their faces that looked as if they'd made a pact with the devil.

She was nabbed by his men that night at her residence and taken to a sewer.  She had been chained to the floor with little room for movement.  Before her, John Rimbauer himself stood before her and clucked his tongue "Little hens should know that it's the rooster who calls the world to arms" he reached down and brushed a thumb against her chin delicately.

Amelia spat in his face, to which he calmly wiped off the saliva.  With a wicked grin on his face, he took from her what all people value most-consent.  Over many weeks, he deprived her of nourishment and forced her into debauchery previously unknown to her.  When the flood waters came and filled the sewers, she met her fate, but not before she cursed his name, his family and wherever he'd reside.  But her spirit remains to this day tethered to her apartment unit, where the very thing that was her death became the source of her power-water.

Death was only the beginning.

Early 1980's

You had heard rumors of the missing woman named Amelia Grace, that she was still alive somewhere in a bog in Ireland for some shit like that.  You didn't believe a word of it, so you decided that she was long since dead and buried in an unmarked grave somewhere in the city. 

You see, you were a hunter of all things paranormal and your brother Mick had given you a hot tip that something was going down in his friends' apartment.  He said he'd hear a woman's whisper softly in his ear, then a cold chill would wash over him like he'd been splashed with ice water.  You didn't bother with all the high-tech equipment, you had a knack at attracting weird shit to you, which is why you were always secretly Mick's favorite sibling, from the day he found you playing with an imaginary friend.

You were rolling a ball and he thought it was hitting the wall and rolling back to you with momentum, but when he saw the ball stop in the middle of the room and roll back to you, he shit his pants.  He made sure to watch you so you didn't say anything to your parents and wind up in the loony bin, instructing you to shut the Hell up if you saw or heard anything out of the ordinary.

You had moved up here in his place with him to help him with his medical condition, paying him back for all the childhood memories he had shared with you.  He made you feel normal, while all the other kids (including your own brothers and sisters) called you a freak and rubbed your face in the mud.  He had warned you about his band mates, that they'd try to get in your pants.  You teased your brother "I might just need someone in my pants,  my hand does get lonely down there".

He chocked on his coffee and said "You're disgusting" with a furrowed brow.

You met his friends, they seemed really cool.  You knew better than to admit you could see, hear and communicate with ghosts right off the bat, but this place felt more powerful than others.  To your ears, a leaky faucet was the scream of a person in pure agony.  It sounded like someone dragging a rusty fork across a chalkboard. 

You only stayed five minutes until you had to leave.  You quickly apologized and told Mick to explain it to them later.  You knew they'd scoff in your face-just like everyone else did.  You elected to stay away a few days and do some research and you were giddy with glee when you saw Amelia Grace's name on the records of tenants, you had to go back almost 100 years worth of documents at the library, the building had changed hands so many times it was almost impossible to track the original owner.

While you were away, things started getting more noticeable around the unit, then going downright dangerous.  The landlord had said that nobody lived in this unit longer than a year, especially males, and they would soon see why. 

On the rare occasion that Vince actually did the dishes, something in the dishwater caught his eye.  Where should have been his reflection, the visage of a pretty woman took it's place.  She was smiling at him and laughing, then she raised her finger and curled it towards her.  He was completely captivated, him not knowing he was leaning over the sink and putting his face in the soapy water.  Her touch was like a ray of warmth, her hands caressing his face with the softness of a feather pillow.

When he opened his eyes, the woman had turned into a rotting shell of her former self. She let out a shrill scream and her leather, bony fingers clasped his head tightly and tried to drag him deeper.  He panicked and tried to pull away from her, but this only strengthened her resolve and almost had drowned him in the sink when Tommy pulled him up with "What the Hell Vinny?!  Why're trying to drown yourself dude?!"

Vince looked back to the dishwater, where the majority of it was splashed about the countertop and floor.  His eyes were wild like he'd taken a hit of a drug, but he hadn't even touched anything like that yet today.  "Th-the girl..." was all he could stammer while Tommy tried to console him. the drummer telling the singer that he was probably still either drunk or high from last night.  It took more convincing on Tommy's part to calm his friend down, but it was done.

A week later, Tommy was in the shower when he heard a bubbly voice from the drain calling his name.  I also sounded distant, like it was far away.  He bent down to listen, and as he was eye level with the drain, a thick clump of hair sprang up and wrapped itself around his neck.  It was slimy and stringy, and way too strong to be just normal hair.  He stumbled and fell, dragging up even more hair with him.

He watched in utter terror as he saw decaying flesh drag itself from the drain and assemble before him.  He looked into the dead eyes of the female, her hair wrapping him in a cocoon of mold, debris and the unholiest of foul smelling filth that not even the devil himself could concoct. Tommy was so horrified that he didn't even notice the temperature of the water was rising substantially-beyond what was normal or bearable to a human to withstand.

His skin began to sizzle, and chemical burns began to appear on the surface.  It was then the pain overtook his fear and began yowling for help.  Nikki was in the kitchen when he heard Tommy fall in the shower.  He got up to see if he was okay, but knew it was quite the opposite when he was screaming for assistance.  Nikki kicked down the door and had to look away only for a moment before helping his friend. 

He grabbed up a towel to wrap around Tommy, who was shaking from shock and fear.  Nikki then got on the phone for an ambulance and did as the dispatcher instructed him to.  Normally he would have told whoever was giving him orders to fuck off but he didn't want to hurt Tommy any further.  Vince came home to see Tommy be wheeled away on a stretcher and he looked to Nikki for answers.  "What the fuck happened?!"

"I don't know" Nikki was so mad he was shaking "Maybe the landlord fucked with the boiler or the damn thing's broken!"  he went and cussed out the landlord over the issue and the landlord insisted that he didn't touch the boiler, even going as far as to show them that the boiler was up to code, in working order and at a reasonable temperature for bathing.

Vince remembered what happened to him and relayed it to Nikki "Dude, there's something off about our unit man!  I saw some bloated chick in the water while I was washing dishes last week!"

"You're so full of shit Vince!" Nikki laughed sarcastically "I don't know what to believe, you saying we have a ghost or you saying you did the fuckin' dishes!"

"I'm serious!" he actually started bawling "Remember when Mick's sister Y/N could only stay a few minutes before she looked like she was gonna be sick?"

Nikki DID remember you, only because you were hot and he wanted to fuck you.  He did think it was strange that you focused on the water pipes in the unit, but he was naturally attracted to people who were somewhat odd.  "Vince, get it out of your head that our place is haunted!  If you don't like it you can move the fuck out!  I'm staying right here!"

The blonde stared in disbelief and said "You know what?  Fuck you, Sixx!  There's something wrong with this place!" he walked backward while flipping Nikki the bird with both hands "I'm staying with Mick and Y/N!"

With all the events of the day, Nikki opted to drink alone in the apartment and shoot up.  He was alone in his bed, in a drug induced sleep when he felt the soft wetness of your kisses on his cheek.  He jolted awake to see you naked straddling his hips.  He smirked as you gave a playful wave. and said "Surprise!"

"How'd you get in?" he asked in his slurred speech.

"The window" you giggled "Just like everyone else!" you leaned forward so your nipples grazed his and said "You know, I wanted you to fuck me since the day I saw you..." the rain outside made the light distort your features so he couldn't see what you actually were-the ghost taking your form, the thing he truly desired.

Now Nikki Sixx wasn't one to turn down sex when it was freely offered so he leaned forward and kissed your lips, then moving down to your breasts.  He was getting hard just by touching and kissing you.  He reached down to play with your pussy but you stopped him "I'm already so wet for you, baby" you groaned into his mouth "Just fuck me already" you pulled his cock up and you slid him into you with ease.

He moaned loudly, you being wetter for him than any other bitch before you.  "Jesus Fuckin' Christ Y/N you're so hot..." he slowly began thrusting into you, but you leaned forward and pinned his arms to the bed.

"No, no, no Nikki" you chastised "I'm callin' the shots tonight" he chuckled, him secretly liking a woman dominating him.  "You just stay still and I'll ride your cock like the Lone Ranger rides Silver..." he laid back, with your still pinning him down.

Soon, he was at his limit "Oh my god Y/N you're gonna melt my dick off!" he then shot his load into you and after a moment of bliss, he stared in silence as you began rotting right in front of him.  You were decaying rapidly, the stink of human waste oozed from the walls, dripping slowly like molasses.

He knew that Vince was right- their place was haunted.  He tried to get the ghost off of him, but her frame became heavier with each thrash.  He got some relief when she stopped only to be horrified when she began dry heaving.  He knew what was next, but he couldn't stop it.  She vomited sewer water onto him, the putrid potion going in his mouth and up his nose.  Thankfully he closed his eyes as the torrent of dirty water hit him. 

When he was finally able to get up, he noticed what felt like to be soft wet kisses was actually a dripping faucet right above his bed.  He looked around to try and find the mess the ghost had made of his room, but the only mess he could find was of his own doing in the crotch area of his sheets.  He cleaned himself up a little, got dressed and went over to Mick's where he told you all that he believed what Vince said was true.

"Told you, asshole!" the singer retorted.

"So what do you want to do now?" you asked both of them "With Tommy in the hospital and you two here, the unit's empty right?"

Mick looked at you and said "Oh no Missy!  You're not going over there alone!"

"Mick I HAVE to" you told him sincerely "I've been doing research on the building and I think I know who she is...all I have to do is speak her name and she'll be gone" you put a hand on his shoulder "I am not that scared little girl anymore Bobby" you called him by his real name, him reluctantly letting you go.

The unit definitely smelled like a sewer that was for sure.  You turned on all the faucets and opened the windows to let the rain in.  The howling wind and the metallic scream from the pipes became one-you seeing the ghost in front of your very eyes.  She was looking at you not in hatred but curiosity, like she was reading an interesting book.  You locked eyes with her and dared not break the stare.  "Amelia Grace!" you shouted.

The ghost hollered in pain, a look of surprise overtaking her.  You said her name again and she screamed louder.  You shouted her name a few more times, bringing her to her knees.  You knelt in front of her and grabbed both sides of her head, sending her images of the newspaper clippings you found in various libraries.  She stopped screaming, and tears of joy began rolling down her face.  Her skin was healing itself so she looked more alive than dead.  "John Rimbauer has paid dearly for his misdeeds" you gently told her.

"His house was cursed, claiming his beloved daughter" you went on "his family in ruin.  You have been avenged, Amelia.  You don't need to linger here anymore..." you gave a soft kiss on her forehead "Go in peace..." she smiled, a heavenly glow engulfed her as she made peace with her death.

The rain stopped, the whole unit soaked but it was warm again.  When you came back to Mick's place, you were exhausted and plopped down on your bed without a word.  While you were asleep, Mick took the time to tell them about you and your gifts.  They believed every word-even Tommy when he came back from the hospital.

They quickly moved their stuff from the unit to Mick's place and you all slept in the living room where there was more area to accommodate more bodies.  They didn't want to go back, and you didn't blame them.  You kept in touch over the years and you deepened your research to locate Amelia Grace's remains in the sewers.  You eventually did and arranged for a proper burial, her epitaph reading "A revolutionary, murdered before her time.  May she find comfort knowing her death was not in vain"  you felt a warm hand touch yours, you looked up to see Amelia Grace.

"Thank you" she said as she handed you an antique necklace "If I ever had any daughters, I'd want them to be as courageous as you..." she kissed your hand and vanished for the final time.

"Who you talkin' to babe?" your husband Nikki asked, your twin girls Amelia and Grace not far behind him.

"Just an old friend" you assured them, looking back at the grave and closing the book on the case of Amelia Grace for good.

[moonlightreal]

Winx Club  Season 8/18

You’re right, all the episodes were gone from Raiplay!  Dang, now I wish I’d watched til the end when they were all up.  This was the last episode I have; now we’ll have to wait until the next batch drops on @winxclubcomics. Go send her a nice note wouldya?  She is a true load-bearing member of this fandom.  And I hope her sources deliver the rest of the season soon!

Shameless plug: I also write fiction.  Very long fiction.  If y’all need more Winx while you quarantine, I’ve got a story that’ll probably last you ‘til we can all go out again!

In the meantime...

In which Palladium teaches a spell and some lumens lay down the law.

18 Valley of the Flying Unicorns

Yay flying unicorns!  Bloom seems just as enthused as I am when she voiceovers the title.

In Palladium’s class.  The girls take notes.  Bloom draws a picture of Sky.  Love it when the writers remember that she draws.

Palladium announces they’re going to learn to make a perfect hair and makeup potion! He sounds totally thrilled about it, heh.  Is that how Palladium keeps his hair lookin’ so good?  Is it normal in elf society for dudes to be all about the perfect hair?  Or is there something we should know about our favorite elf?  Well in the comics he has a girlfriend, Athris, so I guess the only canon we have for Palladium in love says he’s straight.

Stella is enthused too, of course.  She squees about how she adores cosmetic potions, and leaps to be Palladium’s assistant for a demonstration.

But these potions are very delicate and require “maximum concentration and minimal excitement.”

Stella deflates. Dang, there could’ve been a callback to season one where we hear Stella blew up the potions lab trying to create a new shade of pink.

Palladium decided Bloom is a better choice for assistant.  But she’s distracted by mopily drawing Sky.  Tecna pokes her and says, “Are you offline?” which I have never heard to mean that but I think it’s great.  Like Tecna’s “achievement unlocked” thing I think Rainbow is trying to get her back to a unique (nerdy) way of speaking.  I kinda would have preferred the real season one’s “I am logical and don’t understand normal stuff” Tec rather than “Nerd is the new cute!” Tec, but either one is an attempt to make her unique, so props to Rainbow!

Bloom mopes. Palladium growls.  Bloom pops up and has no clue what she’s supposed to be doing.  She drops things in the cauldron.

Ingredients: five drops of liquid beauty, three petals of a young lily, and a teaspoonful of lunar essence.  Hmm, so if I were going to make this… the lily petals are easy, and for lunar essence you put a quartz crystal in a bowl of water and leave it in the light of a full moon. The “liquid beauty” is a red liquid in a test tube, so… lemme get Cunningham’s… where the heck is my Cunningham’s?!… well, none of the plants listed under” beauty: to attain” are plants that would create a red liquid.  So I’d use some kind of pomegranate juice drink, because pomegranates are associated with Persephone whose beauty was so great that death himself fell in love with her.

Next Bloom has to visualize the final effect of the spell.  But since Bloom is distracted there’s a poof and then Palladium’s hair is a bird’s nest, with an egg and two parent birds in it!  He is very grumpy, but still cute!  The rest of the class laughs and Bloom apologizes. Stella snarks that her excitement didn’t turn out to be the problem here!

So it’s not a potion for drinking, so you could totally cast this spell.  Just not if you have cats; lilies are toxic to cats so they shouldn’t be in the same house just in case.

Great outdoor shot of Alfea.  In the courtyard the girls ask Bloom what has her so distracted.  It’s Sky, of course it is, he hasn’t been in contact for days!  Bloom knows he’s on a secret mission, but she can’t stop worrying that he’s in danger.  A rather sensible worry with the Trix and Valtor out there.  But Bloom was worried about Sky getting caught by “Eraklyon’s royal condors” which resulted in the bird nest.

Bloom shifts to the next worry: either Sky isn’t able to message, or he’s choosing not to.  Flora rather shallowly tells her not to think about it, but here’s Twinkle to shift the scene by crashing into Bloom!

There’s no trouble, Twinkle just came to visit.  But then the star case appears. “The third prime star waits on Monocerous, not far, look beyond the clouds and higher, you’ll find the trust that you desire.”

Monocerous?!  I- I- That is a dumb name!  Yeah I know it means one-horn, it’s still dumb sounding!

Stella doesn’t know the place, but Twinkle has visited and tells them about the unicorns.  She’ll take them there!

Valtor’s watching.  He sends the Trix out.  Darcy says following the Winx is getting annoying.  Stormy says the riddle was about trust and she trusts—herself!  She wants to go alone!  can’t say I disagree, Stormy, with sisters like yours.

Icy jumps on her about how finding one star doesn’t make her the strongest witch in the magic universe and how SHE’ll get the star just time.  Stormy snarks back.  Lovin’ Stormy this season!  Valtor gets bored with this and snaps at them but he does show off his green star, he’s keeping it in a bubble with a sort of pink thorny vine grown around it.

Cut to winxboarding over a green land of lakes and rainbows and waterfalls, just the kind of place winged unicorns like to live.  This realm also has floating islands, what I think are called “earthmotes” in D&D, they’re a terrain feature I’m fond of.  The girls enjoy boarding.  Twinkle says it’s “starsome” here.”

Tec says she’s read that winged unicorns don’t trust strangers and maybe they should “prepare some kind of speech.”   but Stella and Flora are sure they’ll be fine.

And then Diaspro plummets out of the sky.  Wait, what?  It looks like the same world but clearly not exactly where the Winx are.  Sky is flying with his Specialist suit and Disapro has similar metal wings-- NOT her fairy wings—and she’s flailing around unable to fly straight.  “I hate this flying gizmo!  Sky, can’t you just carry me?” she asks in the most smarmy voice ever.

Sky says that’s not an option, in the most utterly done voice ever.

Why isn’t Disa using her own wings??  Is she for absolute not a fairy since the timeslide??  

Sky says they need to get past the floating rocks to reach the lost locket of Eraklyon, which they’re apparently still looking for.  Was that temple on Monocerous?  Why would the locket be on an uninhabited world that’s so out of the way Stella hadn’t heard of it even though it has unicorns and I’m sure Stella went through a phase when unicorns were the greatest thing ever, since every girl goes through that phase!  I’m not sure I ever left that phase!

We see some flying unicorns, white with wings and colored manes and tails.  I think the sight of them does Sky some good because he questions if they’re really going to find the locket—but Diaspro’s walked away.

Then she… startles a unicorn and it tries to take off but Diaspro floats into the air for no discernible reason and she falls on Sky.  Did her wings malfunction?  Do the unicorns have a flight field around them that she got caught in?  It was a very weird little moment.

Because this is not an anime, she does not land with her boobs on Sky’s face but I’m sure she wishes she had.  Sky gets up, growling, and Disa says, “I can’t imagine what I’d do if I were alone, among such fierce creatures!”

“Yeah.  Very fierce.”  Sky says with all the skepticism we’re all feeling.

He flies off into the sky with Diaspro wobbling after.  He asks Diaspro if she’s sure they’re in the right place.  She unrolls her ‘map’ again—still emojis of her and Sky in a heart!--and says the medallion is on one of the floating rocks.  But there are a lot of them.  Sky suggests splitting the party but Diaspro is too scared.

But they’ve got company!  Unilumens!  With pink hair and unicorn horn headbands. They say the floating rocks are just for unicorns and their friends.

Sky starts to ask about the medallion but Diaspro says, ‘We’re on a special mission for the king of Eraklyon so we can go where we please.”

Disa, these lumens are not Eraklyon subjects…

The lumens attack! Ahahahaha!  Yay unilumens!  They shoot pink blasts and Sky and Diaspro jump into the air to dodge.  Diaspro drops her map, which unrolls on the ground.  Sky sees it!

Sky: “But this is not a real map!  it’s a fake!”

Diaspro; “Um, uh, I, I can explain, well actually...”  she admits she made it up to keep their mission going as long as possible.

Sky yells at her.

Eventually he realizes there is in fact no medallion to find.  Disa admits to this too.

Lumen: “I think she deserves to be punished!  Can we handle this?”  She sounds delightfully eager to lay some karma on Diaspro, it’s a wonderfully delivered line.

But Sky says, “No thanks, lumens.  We’ll just go back home.”  He throws the map at Diaspro’s feet and walks off, leaving the crowd of lumens disappointed.

Diaspro: “Ooooh! My plan has failed!  And it’s all your fault!”

Unilumen kicks the map and sticks her tongue out at Diaspro.  Ahahahahaha!  Love it!

Back with the Winx, more boarding, gotta sell those toys!  They land and watch the three unicorns, but every unicorn they approach flies away.

They’re talking about looking for the prime star when up rumbles… a stampede of unilumens!  

“More uninvited guests!  Are they all coming today?”  Heh.  Unilumen attack!

But Twinkle stops them.  The unilumens recognize her as a fellow lumen and she explains the mission.  Unilumens consult each other and decide to trust the Winx.

Cute scene of everybody sitting on the grass as the unilumens give them flower necklaces.  The head unilumen introduces herself as “Esteria, leader of the Monocerous lumens tribe.”  I would’ve gone with “Epona” because I’ve always liked that name, but Esteria is prettier.

Bloom tells them about the mission, and Esteria says the prime star may be in “the horn” but only the ubnicorns can fly there; a magic barrier blocks anyone else.  Stella despairs.

But Esteria says the unicorns just don’t trust them yet.  She whistles and color-coded unicorns fly down.  Purple, blue, pink, green, more-pink, and yellow.  They’re… boring designs.  Your basic winged unicorn, nothing special.

Esteria says winged unicorns are kind, but they choose who can ride them.  Stella’s keen to give up after just being snubbed by a few unicorns, but Aisha gets her back on target for the mission.

Esteria says they just have to walk slowly through the group and the unicorns will choose them.

Bloom steps on a twig and it scares her unicorn, but they make friends anyway.  The other girls and unicorns pair up in short order.  Aisha is adorably enthusiastic, I knew she’d be the most keen on riding.

Stella is the least interested, which is weird. I’d think she’d love everything about unicorns.  Her unicorn takes a bite out of her skirt and sniggers at her.

Then the unicorns grin in a way unicorns should never do, and their horns light up and the girls get new clothes!  Cowboy wear!  With short layered skirts that are super cute but probably not practical for riding, boots, and cowboy hats.  The unicorns gave themselves hair decorations at the same time, heh.

Esteria confirms that the girls have made another bond, I guess the new clothes are a sign of it.  Could this be a transformation?  Without wings, because a transformation granted by a winged creature wouldn’t need them. We shall call it… Cowboyix!  ...or maybe we won’t.

Everybody mounts up, the unicorns kneel to let them, except for Stella’s who makes her chase it.

Now the unicorns will take them where they want to go… if “he” allows them through.

Everybody’s off! Twinkle stays with the unilumens.

Flying!  Stella’s unicorn bucks her off but then catches her.  Stella screams a lot in general.  Stella really doesn’t like riding, or unicorns.  Do we have any precedent for her not liking horses?  I don’t remember her having any trouble riding Shiny in Tynix form, and they all ride horses in season 4, right..?  It’s been a long time since I’ve seen season 4.  So maybe not being good at riding is a new quirk the riders gave her, or maybe it’s just part of her general Usagi-ish comic relief-ness.

On the other side of wherever, Sky is giving Diaspro some well deserved grief.  Good grief Sky, just haul her home and dump her already.  Diaspro sits and pouts while he rants about how she noticed his fight with his father and sprang the mission knowing Sky wouldn’t check with Erendor since they were on the outs.

Diaspro: “Oh, lay off!  Was it really so terrible to take a tour of the magic universe in my company?”

Sky: “Of course it was terrible!”  Heh.

Sky rants how he hasn’t been home and hasn’t seen Bloom, Disa says if Bloom really cared she’d understand it was an important mission, Sky points out that it was not in fact an important mission.

A scary wind blows! “He” is coming!  Unicorns and unilumens, who were totally watching Sky and Disa fight, flee!

It’s… it’s…

The baddie from the My Little Pony movie?  

(which I haven’t seen since I didn’t get around to getting it out of the library.)

It’s a big black unicorn with a silver horn that’s broken off halfway up.  He rears and trumpets, then dives at the two humans.  Sky drags Diaspro out of the way.  The black unicorn chases them!

Sky leaves Disa on a small floating island and flies off, leading the black unicorn away.  Oh no, he went the wrong way!  Dead end!  The unicorn blasts him with fire from its horn and he falls down, his suit sparking.  No more suit powers!

The unicorn advances menacingly… cliffhanger!

Hmm, this unicorn has fire colored eyes, just like Diaspro’s.  I’m glad we got more from Diaspro this episode, I was so looking forward to seeing more of that “map.”  Hehehe.  

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Goretober (Day 4)

Prompt: Smile

Fandom: Winx Club

Characters: Mirta, Lucy, & Icy

Song Rec: Ween - Mutilated Lips

Summary: Chasing an urban legend, Mirta and Lucy visit a former cosmetic surgery clinic.

She didn’t exactly have the facial structure of a witch. None of her people did. The inhabitants of Dyamond, when it was still teeming with life, had classically fairy faces. Wide eyes and soft noses. Rounded chins and less prominent cheekbones. She supposed that it made sense considering that most of them chose to take up light magic. 

Icy was an anomaly in that regard, having an affinity for the dark. She had no use for the cuter, more delicate features that her people were known for. 

She has had work done before, an operation to give her nose a slight point. And she planned on doing the same with her chin. By the time she was finished, she would have sharper cheekbones as well. Overall, she was going for a more strikingly wicked look. Something like what Griffin had, but with a more beautiful edge. 

She glanced at the time, having another ten minutes before her operation, she scrolled through her texts, none of which were particularly fascinating. The ice witch drummed her fingers upon the armrest. 

She watched a few people with rather unfortunate facial structures step up to the counter and request consultation sessions. At least Icy could say that she wasn’t hideous upon her first entry, she was simply seeking out a more edgy sort of beauty. 

They called her into the room. “Don’t pay any mind to these.” The surgone motioned to pointed tools that line the tables. She had come to realize that, that was her standard greeting. They hadn’t intimidated her the first time she laid eyes upon them. 

Normally, she’d snap with a harsh, “let’s just get to the surgery.” But she thought it unwise to provoke the woman about to work on her face. 

Icy laid herself across the operating table, staring up at the dim and familiar lights. She could hear them humming faintly. Annoyingly. 

The woman fixed a mask over her face. Icy knew the procedure. Breathe in and count to ten, she thought before the surgeon said it. She inhaled and began the count. She didn’t look forward to waking up with bandages around her face, she supposed that it was a small price to pay in the grander scheme of things though. 

Her awakening was much different this time. For one thing, she was still in the operating room. For another, there was a searing pain central to her mouth. She parted it to grumble a, “what the fuck”, but the pain took on a new level of intensity. She almost fell back under. 

She heaved herself up. 

She saw her surgeon sitting at the opposite corner of the room sporting a grotesque grin. It took Icy a moment to register that the woman’s lips were puffy and stretched almost impossibly. They only stretched further when the woman’s smile widened. 

.oOo.

Lucy held up the old newspaper clippings. A chill ran down Mirta’s spine as she read the headline; Plastic Surgeon Murders Coworkers and Mutilates Clients. “I don’t want to read this, Lucy.” She wasn’t sure that she could stomach the details. Lucy, being Lucy, made a point of slowly reading it aloud. A grizzly piece about a surgeon who grew tired of dealing with bitchy clients. She snapped on a fine September day; slitting the throats of her coworkers and botching the surgeries they were in the middle of performing. Mostly, she focused on the mouths, injecting them with obscene amounts of botox or slashing the person a larger smile. To those that she resented the most, she did both.

“Okay, Luce.” Mirta cut in. But Lucy continued, “according to the article, she had one paitent that she hated the most. She saved her for last.” 

Mirta watched her skim the article. 

“Gave her the injections and the slashing. But apparently she gave the woman an unwanted and botched facelift too.” Lucy burst out laughing which had Mirta cringing more violently. 

“How can you laugh at that?” 

“Because it’s like five years old, who cares?” Lucy shrugged. “They shut the place down.”

“So?”

“So, it’s been abandoned for years.” When Mirta didn’t respond Lucy added, “don’t you want to know why?”

“Because what happened was gory and unethical and no one would want to be in a building that a massacre took place in?” Mirta guessed. 

“Correct! Almost.”

Mirta tilted her head. 

“We want to be in there, dumbass.” She gave Mirta a thump on the shoulder. 

“Maybe you do.” Mirta shuddered. 

“Come on. You are the one who said that you wanted to visit a haunted place.”

It was an activity she was beginning to rethink.

“The nurse mutilated her own lips too.” Lucy declared. “They say that she still haunts the place alongside a few of her victims.”

“Great, that’s nice, Lucy.” Mirta pretended to get herself invested with hex homework. Though she knew that she’d be finishing it in the lobby of a cosmetic surgery facility. 

.oOo.

“Come on, before we get caught.” Lucy hissed from the other side of the fence. “Be careful, there are barbs at the top. 

She could see thin lines of blood on Lucy’s palm, furthering her own hesitance. Eventually, with a deep breath, she was climbing over the fence, landing gracelessly when her skirt snagged on one of the barbs. She brushed her knees off and followed Lucy into the decaying building. 

Only five years into neglect and it was already host to a plethora of ivys and weeds. There was a musty smell clinging to the place, with an uninviting tang of disinfectants. Lucy peeled a few boards from the door and ducked under. 

Mirta clicked on her flashlight before making her own entry. The lobby was surprisingly clean, almost ordinary looking save for a single red splotch on the corner of the main counter. Lucy busied herself digging through the draws. She busted out laughing. “Carrie Glenn popped her tit implants and had to come in for new ones.” She slapped the file down. “This happened every other month!” Her voice dropped lower, “legend has it she still returns to this very clinic trying to fix that same boob.” 

“Lucy, that’s just stupid.” 

“Why are you laughing then?” 

“Because it’s so stupid.” Mirta insisted. She jumped at the sound of a metallic clatter. She whipped her head in its direction and then back to Lucy, eyes wide. Her friend only shrugged. 

“I think that we should…”

“Go back to the dorms?” 

“Check it out.” Lucy corrected. She didn’t leave much room for protest in walking down the dark hall. 

“At least turn your flashlight on!” Mirta called. There was no way that she was going to investigate. Not even a teeny chance. Especially if the sound had come from the room that she thought it did. 

She tapped her foot nervously on the tiles, she almost hated being alone as much as the idea of getting anywhere near the surgeon's death room. She began to pace. Eventually she had enough of the silence and called for Lucy. 

No answer. 

She tried again.

No answer. 

Her stomach knotted. “Come on, Lucy.” She mumbled to herself. She found herself going rigid and at first she couldn’t place why. The sound was faint, a rustling of papers. She didn’t want to turn around. But she did, hoping that she simply hadn’t noticed Lucy slipping back behind the desk. 

Instead, her eyes fell upon a tall  woman with long white hair. Her blue eyes were both stunning and piercing. She would have been gorgeous were it not for the unnatural swelling of her lips and the fountain of blood that streamed from them and onto her collar. 

Mirta jolted back, scrambling away until her back hit the opposite wall. She didn’t like the sound of the woman’s laugh. Mirta squeezed her eyes shut. Why was it she who was dealing with the crazy surgone, it was Lucy who had sought her out.

She felt cold fingers cupping her chin and tilting her head up. She closed her eyes harder. 

“Look at me.” The woman demanded. 

Mirta tried to shake her head. The woman didn’t command twice. She didn’t have to, Mirta opened them on her own and when she did she noticed that the skin on the woman’s face seemed to be stretched all too tightly over her skull. 

Some of the tension left Mirta’s body, it wasn’t the surgone that she was dealing with after all. 

“You should go.” 

“But I can’t leave Lucy.” 

The woman dropped her and fell back. It was hard for Mirta to keep her eyes from trailing to the woman’s mutilated mouth.

“I take it that you want one of these.” She pointed at her lips. The corner of her mouth tugged upwards as much as the swelling would allow.

Mirta shook her head.

The ghost opened her mouth but a loud clang and a shout fill the silence before she could. She looked towards the dark hall and then back at Mirta. Without another word, she faded. A deeper chill resonated from Mirta’s core. 

“Lucy?” She called meekly. “Luce?” 

She heard the rustle of fabric. Something shifting in the shadows. Mirta backed towards the door, prepping herself to heed the ghost’s advice. The figure partially emerged and Mirta could see the gleam of a combat boot. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Jesus, Lucy, you scared the shit…” 

Lucy held stiff and bloody hands at chin level, not quite touching her face. Her eyes bulged and tears roamed freely down them. But she was smiling. Smiling and gushing blood. A needle embedded in her cheek and another in her brow. 

She stumbled forward and reached out. 

At best she was a coward, at worst she was a selfish and dreadful friend. 

Mirta threw the door open as a pair of skeletal, scalpel wielding hands wrapped around Lucy’s eyes. 

[crue-sixx]

Hungry Like A Wolf

Title: Hungry Like A Wolf

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt (Motley Crue Movie)

Summary: The reader is bitten by a big dog, but she's in for more than just an infection.

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Gore, Sickness, Smut. Animal Death, Werewolves

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It was Halloween, the band's favorite holiday.  You guys went all out, decorating the apartment, making your costumes with whatever you could find and throwing them together last minute.  Of course you stocked up on candy-both for you all to eat and to pass out to the kids in the building.  You and your boyfriend Tommy were handing out the candy, and when the trick-or-treating hours had concluded, the real tricks would start.

Nikki had bought five dozen eggs a month ago and let them rot, planning on having you all throw the putrid stink bombs at adult passerby who happened to be roaming around.  You all had it planned out-two on the left, two on the right and one sitting in a tree or on the roof.  You were with Tommy on the right, Mick and Vince to the left and Nikki up high.  You bombarded a few groups of teenagers who were bullying younger kids for their candy.  The little bastards deserved it. 

The stink exploded on impact, causing the pizza faced boys to gag and scatter.  "That's what you get for bein' mean to little kids, assholes!" Nikki shouted from up top.  The teenagers all cursed and vowed revenge, but you all knew it was an empty threat. 

When all the eggs were spent, you kissed Tommy on the cheek and said "Go on back to our room, Babe" you said winking "I gotta go pick something up for your treat tonight" he grinned, knowing full well that he was getting a special sex session tonight.

"Why didn't you just have it delivered or pick it up earlier?" he whined, not wanting to wait for his Halloween Treat.

"Because" you eyed them all "Most of you guys like to try and ransack my drawers for my underwear" except for Mick, they all nervously laughed and glanced down.  "And I didn't want the surprise to be spoiled" you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly.  He of course returned the gesture with aplomb.

"Hurry back, Y/N" he said, not wanting to let you go but he had to.

"I will, Tommy" you blew him a kiss, to which he caught it and sent it back.  Nikki and Vince made mock gagging gestures and Tommy laughed at that.

You were on your way to the shop that was open late tonight when you had to cross the park to make a short cut.  It was like Central Park in New York, but considerably smaller.  You could see your destination just on the other side when you heard a rustling in the bushes.  You turned and saw a rather large dog, you didn't think anything of it and tried to go on your way, but a supernatural force pulled you back to stare into it's eyes.

Your heart rate slowed down and you entered a dreamlike state.  The dog's eyes were yellow and looking at you like you were it's next meal.  You were in a trance, the creature having reared up and walking on two legs like a human.  You knew you should have been terrified and run off, but the power keeping you there made that impossible.

You could smell and feel it's hot steamy rank breath as it exhaled on you.  It's fangs were dripping with saliva and you could see it's mouth twisting into an ugly snarl.  It then howled and lunged at you, knocking you over.  The sudden movement snapped you out of the trance and you screamed for help.  The thing clamping down on your arms with its jaws and scratching at your belly with claws so sharp it could cut diamonds.

It would have killed you if someone hadn't blown it's brains out just as it was going in for the kill.  Your neck was exposed and it was about to bleed you dry when you heard a crack of thunder and then a pink misty cloud of blood and brain matter splattered the white rose bushes, painting them a brilliant red.  The shooter stepped forward, a young teen boy right after him. "What should we do about 'er Pa?" asked the boy in a nervous tone.

"Let's put 'er outta 'er misery" the older man cocked the shotgun and pointed it at you.

You had tears running down your face as you tried to speak "Please no..." when you heard more people coming your way with flashlights.

"Damn it!" the older man cursed "Grab the beast boy and hightail it outta here!"  The son did as his father bade, and they left you to bleed.  It wasn't long however when a group of police officers came to your aid and radioed for an ambulance. 

In your blood loss induced state of delirium, you asked "Why did they paint the roses red?  They're gonna lose their heads..." before you finally passed out.

Back at the apartment, they were all getting worried.  They knew where the sex shop was-they all frequented it for condoms and various other sex novelties.  It didn't take two hours to get there and back.  Tommy was pacing around in circles cracking his knuckles."Where the fuck is she?" he felt the worry puke coming on.

"Relax" Nikki tried to reassure him "Maybe there's a long line at the check out counter or something..."

Then the phone blared.  An ominous pressure filled the room as they all stared at it.  When the phone rights at two in the morning, nothing good ever happens.  Tommy picked it up and said "Y/N?"

"No" an unfamiliar voice answered "Is this Tommy Lee?"

"Yeah" he had to steady himself on the table.  From the expression on his face, they all knew it couldn't be good.  They waited in uncomfortable anticipation for more information "Who're you?"

"I am Doctor Finkle from L.A. General.  Do you know a woman by the name of Y/N L/N?"

"Yeah she's my girlfriend" his voice cracked "Is she okay?"

"I cannot say exactly" the sound of papers shuffling "from the police report, it states that she was attacked by a large animal in the park and was just bought into our operating room for emergency surgery.  Please get here as quick as you can..." it sounded like you didn't have much time left, and Tommy bolted for the door without even hanging up the phone or putting shoes on.  The rest of the guys followed him and he filled them in on the way in the car.

When they finally got there, Tommy ran in, knocking over a nurse with a cart full of medicine.  "Y/N L/N!" he wheezed, out of breath "Is she still in surgery?!"

The receptionist typed in your name and your status was stated next to it "Yes, she is.  The O.R. is on the fourth floor.  Please fill out a visitors-" he wouldn't let her finish, him sprinting to the elevator and pressing the buttons repeatedly.  His rational mind knew that pressing the same buttons over and over again wouldn't make the damn thing go faster, but his emotional side was nervously twitching.

"Come on, damn thing..." the others caught up to him as the doors opened and he went in, repeating the previous motions of button mashing the fourth floor button.

A passing orderly was unfortunate enough to be within reaching distance of Tommy's arms.  He grabbed the poor unsuspecting young man and shook him violently "Y/N L/N!  Where is she?!  Where's the fuckin' doctor?!"

Dr. Finkle heard the voice he had spoken to fifteen minutes ago and came out in scrubs, fresh from surgery "Mr. Lee?"

Tommy's head snapped to him and he said "Dr. Finkle?!"

"Yes, that's me.  If you'll stop terrorizing my orderly I can fill you in on your lady friend's condition" Tommy let the trembling man go, offering him an apologetic look.  "The consultation room is this way" he motioned with his hand to a small room that could only fit two maybe three people.

Tommy went in and sat with him while Mick, Vince and Nikki watched from the waiting room trying to read their lips.  Dr, Finkle looked haggard, he had been working all day on idiotic drunkards who had gotten themselves into ridiculous situations.  Most of them were minor injuries, cuts and scrapes that the patients INSISTED were broken bones.  But this woman was the real deal, her blood tests showed no alcohol or any other substances in her system.  She was just a poor soul in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"How is she, Doc?" Tommy's voice cracked, on the verge of tears.

"She's stable" the doctor answered.  Tommy breathed a sigh of relief.  "She lost a lot of blood, but we were able to stop the bleeding and replace what she lost.  She'll be alright, she just needs a few days in here to recover and to make sure she didn't get any diseases of whatever animal attacked her" he took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes.

"What's the damage?" Tommy wanted to be ready for what he was going to see.

"She has extensive bite marks on her arms-most likely defensive wounds-some deep.  She also has claw marks on her chest and abdomen, but those are superficial.  They're not much concern at this time."

Tommy swallowed hard and asked "When can I see her?"

"In about ten minutes.  She's being settled into her room right now.  The anesthesia may last longer than that, but that's to be expected" he took off his glasses and added off the record "you can stay as long as you want.  I recon that you'll be the first person she wants to see when she wakes up..."

"Thanks Doc" he was very appreciative and shook his hand "For taking care of my girl..."

"She's in room 509 on the recovery floor" the doctor added.  She should be settled by the time you get up there" they then parted ways, Tommy grateful for the man who saved his lover's life.

The others got up when they saw him come out, the waiting game being too much for them "How is she?"

"She'll live" Tommy said flatly "Go on back to the apartment, I'll stay with her" they looked at each other uneasily and agreed.

"Do you want us to get you anything before we go?" Mick asked, being uncharacteristically empathetic.

"Nah, I'm good.  I'll just have the shitty coffee and snacks to hold me over" he tried to smile, but it was very weak and unconvincing.  They reluctantly left but they knew he needed alone time with his girl.

You were still in your drugged sleep when he came in.  He thought he'd mentally prepared himself for what he might see, but he was wrong.  Most of your upper body was bandaged up like a mummy, but your head was still visible.  He let out a few whimpers before breaking down like a lost child.  "Y/N...Baby..." he took your hand and held it.  "I'm so sorry...I never should have let you go alone..."

You were starting to wake up then, saying "Don't beat yourself up, Tommy" he jumped, startled at your quick recovery.

"Y/N!" he was both happy and perplexed "How are you awake so soon?!"

"I heard you crying and thought I'd wake my lazy ass up and see what's going on" you smiled at him, still groggy from the drugs.  He was just so happy that you were okay, that he leaned down and gave you the sweetest, softest kiss he ever did.

"I love you" he confessed through his sobs, snot dripping down his face.

"I love you too, Tommy" you reached up to try and clean his face, but you were seeing triple and couldn't tell which Tommy to wipe.

"I got it, Babe" he laughed and wiped his face.

All the tests came back negative for any animal borne diseases, and you were clear to go back to the apartment.  Tommy was there by your side all the while, the guys bringing him clothes and toiletries so he could be clean.  He hated being able to smell himself and it was nasty.

The guys had a small party when you came home, just the five of you and a little welcome home cake.  You thanked them and had a few beers, Tommy leading you away from them to make love to you in a proper fashion.  He gingerly touched your scars and kissed them, You tried to shy away from his touching them but he insisted "They're a part of you now, and I love everything about you..."

"Tommy..." you sighed a ragged breath of carnal desire.  "Fuck me..."

"Don't gotta tell me twice"  you were already so wet from just him touching you that he didn't need to do anything like oral or fingering.  He was rock hard too, so he just slid inside easily.  He let out a gasp of pleasure and commented "Oh fuck baby you're tighter than usual..."

"Well, I have been out of practice for a week" you whispered into his neck before kissing it.  You then felt a strange savage second nature begin to wash over you.  You smelled his blood pumping through his veins.  You wanted him.  His flesh.  His meat.  You were able to push the urge down and he continued to fuck you.

"Jesus Fuckin' Christ" he moaned into your mouth "You feel hotter too..."  he grunted loudly "my dick's on fire...fuck" he had you against the wall, holding onto you tightly.  You turned your ass to him.

"Do me from behind Babe" you groaned and dug your nails into the plaster.  He happily obliged, liking this new angle.  You could hear his balls slapping against your ass gently, serving to draw the both of you closer to your climax.

"Oh God" Tommy gasped, bucking his hips wildly "I'm gonna fuckin' cum..." you quickly pulled away from him and took him into your mouth, deep throating him as he pumped his seed down your gullet.  He held your head in place, his own falling back in exhausted pleasure.

After you had swallowed his semen, you looked up at him and said "Was that hot for you baby?"

"So fuckin' hot Y/N" he was panting "I could feel your nose against my stomach..." he gulped hard "I love it when we try new stuff in the bedroom..." he picked you up and kissed you tenderly.  He was spent, but you hadn't finished.  You didn't care about that, you had your man with you and that's all that mattered.

The next morning, you smelled the sweet aroma of frying meat.  It lulled you out of bed and into the kitchen where Tommy was making breakfast.  "Mornin'!" he greeted, but you didn't answer.  You smelled the raw bacon on the counter and couldn't take your eyes off it.  Your mouth began to water, just the thought of tasting fresh meat driving you mad with ravenous hunger.

You scooped up the raw meat and tore into it like a wild animal, your teeth making it easier to shred than before.  Tommy watched you in amazed horror, then put a hand on your shoulder to stop you from eating raw meat.  You snarled at him, your eyes full of pure rage at having your meal interrupted. "The fuck you want?!" your voice wasn't just your own, but a deep throated. rolling growl.  You were so pissed that he'd interrupt your meal like that!  You imagined ripping out his esophagus and making his intestines your meal but you realized how fucked up that was and calmed down.

He was actually scared to respond at first but he said "Dude, you're eating raw meat...that's got bacteria in it..."

"Erm...right..." you put down the raw meat and looked down "sorry..."

He gave you a strange look, but let it go.

Things went back to normal for a few weeks, then exactly one month after the attack you fell ill.  First, you were burning up and sweating buckets.  Then the vomiting when you had nothing in your stomach.  Everyone thought it was just the flu and they stayed clear of you, Tommy bringing you soup and some crackers.

Then your insides started burning, and the vomiting turned more violent.  It was when you saw blood in the toilet that you started to panic.  "Tommy!  I need-" a new round of blood vomit came but this one actually hurt.  It was then your skin started to itch-like tiny bugs were crawling all over the surface.  You started scratching.

Tommy had heard you call for him, and when he came in the bathroom, he saw you clawing at your arms "Y/N, what the fuck?!" he grabbed a towel "You're bleeding!"

"I'm just so itchy..." you brushed him off and continued to scratch, drawing more blood from your body.

"Fuckin' stop!" Tommy grabbed both your hands to keep you from doing more damage.

"Tommy what the fuck's going on in there?!" Nikki shouted.

He didn't have time to answer, you had stood up, whipped your head back and headbutted him, breaking his nose.  Nikki and Vince burst through the door when they saw the carnage.  They stared speechless, Tommy knocked out on the floor and you bloody with your muscle meat on display.  "T-Bone!" Nikki went to his fallen friend, and you had thrown up blood all over him.

You were then on the ground twitching.  They thought you were having a seizure and Tommy was trying to help you, but then they saw your features begin to change.  Your bones began to break on their own, your skin tore away from your frame, the largest organ of the body unable to contain the new growth.  In it's place, coarse fur and animal skin grew.  Your nose elongated into a snout, fangs protruding  where your teeth once were.

Nikki and Vince didn't wait around to see what was happening next, instead grabbing Tommy and dragging him out of the apartment and hauling ass out of there.  You-or whatever version of you that was followed them down the hallway on all fours.  "Holy shit!" Tommy had woken up and was staring a behemoth of a dog in the face.

The thing had leapt up, ready to completely devour them all when a soft whistling was heard, then a yelp from the animal and then the thing skidded across the floor.  They looked up and saw Mick with a hunting rifle, but a tranquilizer dart in the animal's thigh.  "What the fuck was that?" Tommy asked.

Nikki and Vince looked at each other, unsure to what to say.  They knew what they had saw and weren't on anything that would make them see that.  Mick spoke up and said "That's Y/N.  She's a werewolf" as easily as saying "Pass the fuckin' potatoes".

"What the fuck?" Nikki whispered.

"How do you know?" Tommy looked at Mick.

"Shut up and watch, Drummer" he said, and you started shrinking back to normal size.

"H-how is this possible?" Tommy stumbled back, his broken nose the least of his worries.

"It was on Halloween when she was attacked.  A few of my buddies heard about werewolf activity in the area and decided to check it out" he pulled the dart from your thigh, you giving a small yelp of pain as he did so.

"How do you know all this shit?"  Vince questioned "Werewolves and all that crap are just myths!"

Mick took a long while to respond, but when he did "There are things that go bump in the night, boys.  I'm one of the ones who bump back" he grabbed you by your foot and began to drag you across the floor.

Tommy got up and shouted "Hey!  Where you takin' her?!"

"To a place where she can turn and not hurt anybody" he took you down the stairs, being careful not to smack your head against them.

"You're not takin' my girl anywhere without me!" Tommy grabbed a hold of his arm, but Mick gave his signature glare and he backed off.

"You really want to be around the thing who just tried to eat you?" he asked sarcastically.

"She's not a 'thing' Mick!  She's my girlfriend!"

"Get that nose looked at first, then I'll come back and take you to her.  I promise..."

Tommy let him go, Nikki and Vince having been shell shocked into silence.  After he got cleaned up, Tommy waited for Mick to come back,  When he did, he kept his word and took him to the police station.  "Mick why the fuck are we here?"

"To see Y/N" he gave an unfamiliar hand gesture to a guard and he let them in a secret passage.  At the end of the passage, there was a group of fortified cells with all sorts of giant dogs in them of varying colors and ferocity.  Then at the very end, they saw you in your human form, still knocked out from the drugs.

"What did you shoot her with?" Tommy asked, caressing your face.

"Wolfsbane" Mick answered "It reverses the transformation and makes them sleep it off.  Too much will kill them though" he slipped a freshly dead goat into your cell, to which Tommy gagged.

"How do you know about this Mick?  I mean really?"

"My family have been monster hunters for generations"  he washed his hands of the blood "Going all the way back to Abraham Van Helsing and Dracula" he loaded his shotgun with a round of silver bullets and waited.

"Hey, what are you doin'?" Tommy protested.

"If she wakes up and turns again, then there's no hope for her.  I'm going to put her out of her misery" he cocked the gun.

You woke up a few hours later, still your normal self.  You were confused about your new surroundings.  "Good!  You're awake and you!" Mick smiled warmly.

"What happened?" you asked "Why am I in this dank cell?"

They had explained what happened, you not believing them until you talked to Vince and Nikki, then seeing the damage of the bathroom for yourself.  You certainly didn't want to die or kill anyone, but you couldn't resist the transformation.  "What do I have to do?"

"Keep track of the lunar cycle and lock yourself up in the cells when the full moon comes around" Mick answered "eat all the raw meat you can get to control the hunger."

You looked at Tommy and started to cry.  "Baby what's wrong?" he hugged you close to him.

"I tried to kill you guys" you sobbed into his shirt "I can't be around normal people anymore!"

"Are you breaking up with me?" Tommy whispered quietly.

"No, but I understand if you want to break up with me..."

"Babe, the thought never crossed my mind" he pet your hair.

"You sure?"

"Of course!  If I wanted to leave, I'd be gone by now!" he smiled down at you.  "We just got to get used to the new you..." he grinned into a kiss.  You remembered how great the sex was the last time you did it with him, and that seemed to quell the beast inside you for a moment, but you knew that at any time, your inner wolf could strike and you counted on Mick to put that silver bullet in you before you could harm anyone.

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Is This A Zombie?

Title: Is This A Zombie?

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt (Motley Crue Movie)

Summary: The reader is a zombie, but with all of her senses in place.  How will she explain to her crush Tom Zutaut that she's the living dead?

Note: Tom Zutaut needs some love.  Also, reader is bi-sexual.

Warnings: zombies, dead things coming to life, swearing, drinking, drug use, sexual references, mention of self harm and abandonment.  If you are sensitive to any of this, please don't read.

DEATH:

You woke up with a gasp and you were utterly confused.  One second you were in nothing but darkness but now you were in a well lit semi-medical place.  You heard a scream of fright as you whipped your head around to see a person in hospital scrubs sprawled out on the floor, their equipment scattered around them.  "Jesus Christ shut the fuck up already!" you shouted above the person's screams. Your voice sounded hoarse like you'd been sick or something. They stopped and stared at you in total horror.

"Alright then" you swung your legs around and tried to hop off the rather uncomfortable bed but your legs buckled and snapped under your weight, the strange thing was that you didn't feel any pain.  You just marveled at your twisted legs and said "Now if you'll stop being a little bitch for a few moments. would you kindly tell me what's happening to my body?"

The person pulled off their mask and you could tell from the Adam's Apple that it was a man "Your legs broke because of rigor mortise" his fear turned into awe as he looked you up and down.  "You're dead..."

You should have been scared shitless, but you just gazed at them and asked "Can you set them right?"

"Erm...yes...I can reconstruct the bones and put splints on your legs until you can move them freely again..."

"Cool" you sat up "Now if you'll please help me back on the metal slab, could you tell me how I died?" you were now more interested in all things morbid.

LIFE:

You were visiting your cousin Vince while you were in town, the two of you tearing it up.  You two smoked, drank and injected whatever you could get your hands on.  It was always like this, even when you two were growing up.  You were his favorite substance abuse buddy and he was yours.  You did a whole lot of stupid shit together, including pissing off whoever got in the way of your good time.

You did however, have a penchant for being attracted to nerdy boys.  Where Vince loved the big titted mud wrestling blonde bimbos, you craved socially awkward males with above average intelligence.  You saw nothing but bliss when Tom Zutaut walked to your table at the Rainbow all professional like you were struck with cupid's arrow.

You laughed along with Vince and his friends when Zutaut jumped and fixed his fly, turning down a free blowjob was hilarious but you found it charming at the same time.  You, Vince and his friends were far from "normal" but even you had turned down some drunken bitch's advances from time to time because she was so trashed that she could barely walk.  In those cases, you'd help her friends get her to where she was going safely.

The royal dick sucker however, wasn't at all inebriated so after Tom had left you put your hand under the table with a crisp brand new fifty dollar bill in it and said "Hey, Sweetheart?"

The curly haired blonde poked her head from under the tablecloth "Yeah Dollface?"

"That clit isn't going to suck itself you know" all the boys around you chuckled, the curly blonde smiled and took the fifty, getting to work on you.  Nikki and Tommy both high fived either one of your hands and grinned at each other on the promise that you'd let them both watch while you were being pleasured, them slipping under the table to enjoy the show.

Later a small bottle of what you assumed to be alcohol was placed on the table, from seemingly nowhere.  You snatched it up and slipped it in your purse for later consumption when you got a private moment to yourself.  That moment wouldn't come however, as when all the rest of them but you and Vince were passed out he had went through your purse to see if you had any more crack for him to snort.  "Y/N what the fuck is this?" he teased, shaking the bottle.

"That's mine" you said, taking the bottle from him.

"Then why does it have my name on it?" he pointed to the printed "VINCE" on the label.  

"Maybe that's the name of the drink, dumbass" you teased back, taking a swig.  You didn't even swallow before you started coughing up blood.  "What the fuck?" 

"Y/N!  Fuck!" he leaped up to help you, to his horror a hole was burning through your throat.  You had drank a corrosive material thinking it was alcohol.  The smell of burning flesh was sickening, your vocal chords fried to shit, the only sound you could make was gasping for air.

The others had rousted from the noise and Tommy was on the phone with the ambulance.  You were crying as Vince kept applying pressure to the wound, him freaking the fuck out about the situation.  He lifted up the cloth he was using to replace it with a clean one, only to gag at the sight of the oozing wound in the middle of your neck.

You felt yourself sink into the floor, your vision going dark.  Vince's voice was getting distant like you were running away from him.  The last thing you saw was him being pushed out of the way and the paramedics taking over.

LIVING DEAD GIRL:

The medical examiner had said you had prevented an assassination attempt on Vince by drinking the corrosive acid in his place.  Though it was on accident, you had preferred it that way-he had a promising rock star career with the band and Electra Records.  You were just some girl living in her uncle's van while your parents didn't care what was going on with you-they turned you loose when you were twelve because they just simply didn't want you anymore.

You turned to drugs and alcohol to cope, you admit it was a bad way to cope but it was the only way that you could numb the pain of abandonment.  You tried cutting yourself, but the pain was still there even after the razor blade sliced your skin.  Of course Vince had found you during one of your episodes, cursed you out and bitch slapped you across the face to knock some sense into you.  He had set you on the path to substance abuse, but he thought it was better than you carving yourself up like a turkey dinner at Thanksgiving.

It was a few weeks before the medical examiner was able to give you artificial bones throughout your body so you'd be able to move around like normal and not clunky like a rusty robot.  In that time, you'd had your funeral, staying quiet as a church mouse in your casket.  Then you were buried in a family plot, dug up by the medical examiner (who by now you'd named Dr. Frankenstein) and had artificial bones and a showroom new set of vocal chords so you'd be able to talk normally again.

You were almost normal, except for the gaping hole in your neck that couldn't go away, even with skin grafts it just melted the new skin right off.  You had given up and decided on wearing scarves and neckerchiefs, even though you hated them.  You couldn't go out in public with that nasty wound on display.  You wanted to find that Zutaut kid, but first thing you wanted to do was scare the shit out of Vince and his friends.  A girl had to have her fun after all.

You knocked on the door to their apartment, Nikki answering the door and nearly shitting himself.  "What the fuck?!" he stumbled backward.  

You stepped over him and said "I see you finally fixed the door" Vince looked hurt and confused, him stuttering over his words like a frightened child-in many ways he was.  "Quiet now, Vinny" you cradled his head to your chest "I'm right here..."

"No" he pulled back gently "you're dead...we watched you die..."

"Dead as a door nail" you agreed and giggled "but I just couldn't stay dead" you reached out to try and touch his cheek, but he backed away.

"You're still so cold..." silent, horrified tears rolled down his face.

"Vince" you said softly "I never blamed any of you for letting me die..."  there was a hint of malice in your voice that wasn't there before.

Vince shook his head "You're not Y/N...she'd never say something like that..."

"Who else would I be Vinny?" you pulled off the scarf from your neck, exposing the wound.  His hand flew to his mouth and he fell back to the floor "doesn't this prove that I am Y/N L/N?" you straddled him and he tried to make himself smaller.  You were about to sink your teeth into him when you saw Tom Zutaut's business card covered in cocaine.

You picked it up and looked at it a little bit, then showed it to him "Call this nerd for me and tell him to meet me outside the Rainbow in an hour?"  he nodded his head in agreement and dialed.

Zutaut was there in under ten minutes, him being attracted to your confidence when he last saw you.  He didn't know you had died, and you didn't look like you were decaying, thanks to the mortician's amazing embalming job.  "Hey! Y/N!" he was happy to see you, you having put your scarf back on to hide your secret.  "Thanks for having Vince call me!  It's not very often I get asked on a date by a pretty girl like you!"

"Well, when I want something I grab it before anyone else can" you said, taking his arm.  "Where do you want to go?"

"Just walking is fine with me" he said "I was eating dinner when I got your call, but some ice cream sounds good" he led you through the park to an ice cream stand and bought you both a cone.  As you licked it, you felt the cold fall out the hole in your throat.

"Shit..." you whispered to yourself and cleaned up, thankful your scarf was absorbing the flow.

He stopped and looked at your scarf "It's almost 100 degrees outside, why are you wearing that thing?  Do you have some hickies you don't want me to see?"

"No" you said quickly "I have a rather nasty rash that's only contagious if you touch it, but it still looks unsightly so I don't want to gross you out"  you looked away shyly.

"Oh..." he turned away "so you like to party like a rockstar?"

"Hell yeah I do!" you laughed "but I can turn it off if you'd like.  I want to quiet down some..." you looked up at him with your big doe eyes "I wouldn't mind if it were with you. Tom" he gulped, leaning down to go in for a kiss.

It only took a few seconds of tasting you for him to roughly push you away and say "You taste like death!"  

You couldn't keep it together anymore-your mind and body.  You softly began crying to yourself, then the cries turned into a cackling witch's laugh.  You began to scratch at your face, the skin falling off in shreds.  "Damn it!  Damn it, damn it, damn it!"  Zutaut looked on in horror as you lumbered toward him.  "Just when I find a respectable boy, I just HAD to go and die!"  At this point, your mandible was starting to rot off and was hanging by a thread of skin.

You couldn't form words anymore, even if you had your mouth fully intact.  Your brain had been slowly rotting from the time you "woke up" to now, and your body was just catching up.  Tom had the good sense to run away when you started to change, but from behind the medical examiner took the sharp end of the shovel to take off your head.

He then took out a recording device and spoke "Professor Greene.  The reanimation experiment was a complete failure from the get-go.  The intended test subject was unable to be collected, the test subject we obtained was incompatible with our technology and deteriorated at a slow pace, which was to be expected from a fresh corpse.  I was shocked when she first woke up-I wasn't expecting the experiment to even get off the ground.  The concept was so far fetched that I thought it impossible.  At the time of termination, the subject had withered away into a rotting shell of her former self.  I was able to convince the gentlemen at the apartment she visited that they were having a very bad drug induced dream.  I will now suspend the experiment until a later date, but will keep an eye on subject Vince Neil until we are able to update the technology.  Signing off" he stowed the device and buried your body in the shallow grave he'd dug a few feet away.  He'd followed you to the place to observe you.

He had failed, but he'd just have to keep on trying.