A Knife From Behind {Eve/Wendy}

[Eve La'Quinn]

laugh and sing 'cause while
WE'RE APART DON'T GIVE YOUR HEART TO ANYONE AND DON'T FORGET WHO'S
taking you come and in who's arms your gunna be so darling save the last dance for me
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TAGISFOR open! SHEISWEARING a hooded cloak ANDICOUNTED -shrug-
EXTRASTUFF open! :3
TEMPLATE BY MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! @ CAUTION 2.0 ♥

Eve marched angrily, stomping her feet as she entered the run-down tavern. A number of customers turned to face her as she entered, but they quickly reverted back to their own business, leaving her alone as though she was just a regular. The lady was highly annoyed at the moment, and though she often found herself rather easily angered, this was rather different. Gah. She just couldn't believe how thick the blood of that ungrateful little rat was. Oz. Just thinking about the name sent her blood boiling. She had over heard bits of his conversations with the fruity magician Jenson and that wench Gabrielle, and they were trying to rip her servant away from her. How dare they?! Didn't they know who she was? Oh, they were going to get a taste of what Eve La'Quinn was truly like. And that Oz. After he practically begged her for some magic lessons, and how she generously accepted his offer...It was horrible. That wasn't the way to show one's gratitude. Especially considering how great she was treating him. Once she got back home, they were going to have a talk.

The lady remembered what she did to the last person who had betrayed her. Oh, yes. She curled her lips, grinning to herself as the image played in her head. The man who had last betrayed her, her ex husband. The man tried to run off with another woman. Someone younger! Like that perverted shit would have gotten anyone younger if it weren't for his money. Well, she had to teach him a lesson. That night, as they were eating their supper, he started palpitating. His arms started twitching and a wound began to form on his palm. Slowly, a black leg crept out of it, followed by seven more, until an entire black widow spider had emerged. He tried to scream, but he couldn't, as other eight-legged critters began erupting from his skin. Eve watched as her little pets arrived, enjoying the taste of their victim. It was a punishment rather fitting the crime, she had determined. No one ever replaced Eve.

She figured that even though the apprentice had some inclusion in the matter, it was the others who she really wanted to get a good grasp on. After all, the boy was just a boy: stupid and easily-swayed. But the tandem, they knew better. They should have known better. Eve had been too furious thinking of how to extract her revenge, that she didn't noticed the barmaid standing in front of her, waiting to get her order.

That was another thing that annoyed Eve. Every where else in the city was full, and there was no way she was going to sneak around in jam-packed bars with random people she didn't know. If she was going to go out there, she would have gotten a booth to enjoy all to herself. Instead, because of the crazy number of people, she had been forced to head to the tavern, hiding herself in a cloak, in case anyone of importance were to see her. She bit her lip, not knowing what to get.

"Just get me a glass of your finest brandy," she spoke, rolling the word 'finest' across her tongue. The finest here would probably just be mediocre at best if she were in the city. She slammed her fist on the table, still unable to grasp the reality of her situation. It was then, through her peripherals, that she caught someone glancing over at her.

"What?" she cried out, not bothering to look at the person staring at her.

[Wendy Darling]

Wendy Darling had been working in the Sherwood Tavern for all of one week, and had managed to only break three plates. Tonight was supposed to be her night off, but she had picked up a shift of one of the other girls. It hadn't been too busy, just the normal crowd for the most part. She was quickly learning to match names and faces with dishes and drinks. It was amazing the patterns people fell in to. As she worked she amused her self with a game of imagining what kind of lives each of the people lead. The woman at table five, she was obviously a very rich woman, who pretended not to be. Even as she sipped from the large metal mug, she was plotting to kill her children and frame their respective spouses, before they killed her for their inheritance.

The Two men sitting next to each other were quite plainly bank robbers. The one with hat was the leader of a ring of thieves, and completely oblivious to his companions romantic interest in him. They were celebrating a job well done over their food. The man with the hat didn't know his partner was going to be leaving the organization because he couldn't deal with his feelings for his leader. It was a shame to see a good partnership going to waste. She smiled at them as she refilled their glasses.

The young couple kissing near the door was a different story entirely. His family was wealthy and hers lived here in the outskirts. He was married and said he was leering his wife for her. But it was a lie. He was just using her. The man sitting in a booth at the far side of the room watched them closely. He must have been in love with the woman. He knew the man was a jerk, but his love for the woman prevented him from telling him so.

But the woman who had ordered their finest brandy…. Wendy could just tell this woman's actual story was more interesting than anything that she could imagine up. She was obviously upset. But She didn't have the slightest idea why. Picking up the dishes on the table next to the aggravated woman, Wendy mad a few side glances at her. What would she possibly be so upset about. It had to be a man. Only men could upset someone that badly. That was it. A man. Not her husband though. That would be too easy. It had to be someone else in her life….

As Wendy was very busy contemplating the story of the woman she didn't notice she was acting a few more glances at her than was socially acceptable. The woman's loud question startled Wendy, making her drop the plates she was holding, which fell to the with a crash sending shards of the plates flying. "I'm sorry!" She apologized, and swooped down to pick up the pieces. "I am so sorry!"

[Eve La'Quinn]

laugh and sing 'cause while
WE'RE APART DON'T GIVE YOUR HEART TO ANYONE AND DON'T FORGET WHO'S
taking you come and in who's arms your gunna be so darling save the last dance for me
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TAGISFOR wendy, open? SHEISWEARING a hooded cloak ANDICOUNTED -shrug-
EXTRASTUFF Sorry it's a bit short and kinda lame! :s
TEMPLATE BY MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! @ CAUTION 2.0 ♥

The sound of plates falling to the floor and breaking apart into pieces filled the bar, though none of the people in there paid any attention to it. All of them just kept at their own things, as though something like that was a rather natural occurrence in the place. The girl who had dropped them started fretting, apologizing rather instantaneously. Eve wasn't sure if the apology was directed at her for the stalking or towards the pub owner for her clumsiness, but taking it as though it were directed to her, she scoffed.

"You often make it a habit to stare at and judge the people here, she asked coldly, still not bothering to look at the girl. She looked down to the floor, picking up a piece of the broken plate, before sitting back up straight. Eve began playing with the broken piece, like a little girl with a doll. She took the sharp edge and traced it across the wooden table before gently doing the same to her finger, testing how sharp the shard was.

She then slowly turned her head to the girl, eyeing her rather curiously. She took particular note of how the girl's hair seemed to blend flawlessly as it fell down to the waitress face. From certain angles, her hair was golden. But in others, it reflected a rather brownish glow. Maybe she could use a 'make over' to cheer herself up. The various thoughts filled Eve's head, her eyes still fixated on the girl.

Smirking a malicious grin, he called the girl over, gently moving the seat in front of her, indicating that she should take it. "Care to join me and tell me what it was you were looking at?" she had asked the girl, but it was more of a commanding statement than it was a question. She glared at the girl, the usual glare that she gave Oz when she meant she was serious. A rather threatening, but somehow tempting, glare.

As her glass of brandy arrived, she whisked the other waitress away, shooing her like she was an annoying pest. She didn't need two of them around her. All Eve needed was to keep her eyes focused on one girl.

[Wendy Darling]

"No. No, not judging. Never judging, Just imagining. It's just a little game I play to make the work pass quicker. I meant no offense. No one had ever called her out on paying too much attention to them. Maybe that was because stories about other people had come easily, and this woman was upset enough to merit extra attention. She wasn't sure why she had paid more attention to the woman, but now the woman was paying attention to her. Wendy was slightly unsure how to act in this situation, so she busied herself picking up most of the broken glass. She didn't notice the woman playing with a missing shard until she stood up.

The woman offered for Wendy to join her. In the short time she'd worked there only drunken men offered her a place at their table. Their purpose was clear enough. Why the older woman, of obvious class would ask her to join her was beyond Wendy. Though she was working and against her better judgement, Wendy found herself sitting across from the woman, ignoring the other waitress who brought the brandy.

Wendy very carefully considered the words before speaking. The woman was glaring at her, in such a manner Wendy felt both threatened and challenged. Almost as if she had to impress her audience or some sort of ill fate would befall her. Perhaps the woman was an enchantress. nd if Wendy didn't appease her she would turn her in to some horrible creature that was destined to roam the earth forever in loneliness and horror. It wasn't extremely likely but that had been known to happen. "It's a game, you see. I'm not really a waitress, I'm actually a writer. Well, I want to be. I imagine stories for the lives of the people in the bar. They change depending on the day, and the mood I'm in."

"The regulars are easy, but you are new. You don't look like the type who frequents bars, and you were… are quite visibly upset with something. I was simply pondering what type of male figure in your life would be the cause of your anger. It's always men. Well almost always, but your shoes aren't since able so I would definitely go with men on your part." Wendy ran her hand through her hair, brushing the loose strands behind her ears. She wasn't sure that her story was amusing to the woman. Well, she would adjust to being a horrifying monster as well as anyone, she was sure.

[Eve La'Quinn]

laugh and sing 'cause while
WE'RE APART DON'T GIVE YOUR HEART TO ANYONE AND DON'T FORGET WHO'S
taking you come and in who's arms your gunna be so darling save the last dance for me
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TAGISFOR wendy, open? SHEISWEARING a hooded cloak ANDICOUNTED -shrug-
EXTRASTUFF Sorry it's a bit short and kinda lame! :s
TEMPLATE BY MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! @ CAUTION 2.0 ♥

Eve's lips curled up, listening to the little girl give off her excuse. He had expected her to deny even staring, just like most normal people would, but the girl didn't. Instead, she spoke of what seemed too outrageous to be a lie. She said she was imagining. Just playing a little game to pass the time. So the girl had chosen to include the older lady in her little game. Eve was not impressed. The whole thing was childish, just like what she thought of the girl. Some childish fool lost in her own world. Just the kind of innocence that she'd enjoy devouring.

The older lady whisked around her drink in the glass held firmly. She watched as the alcohol wrapped over the ice cubes like a wave crashing against the sandbar. Clearly, she was more interested in her drink than with the girl speaking before her. After all, the girl didn't command the attention. It was actually like she feared it. Eve eyed the girl and she could swear that her seemingly tensed up self filled the room. Eve kept a careful eye on her.

Her eyes sort of lit up as she explained what she was doing there. A budding writer? How interesting. Eve let out an undistinguishable smirk towards the young lady as she listened intently to her story. The older woman figured that maybe she would have some use for her after all. She continued to listen to her story, saying something about her looking troubled, something that initially caught her attention. All the lady could do was shake her head.

"My dear, I don't get frustrated and upset because of men. In fact, I am often the cause of men's frustrations," she cried out, letting out a malicious sort of laugh. "Powerful women like myself, we tend to value the more important things. And men? Not part of it."

She adjusted the hood she wore, making sure it was still covering up her identity. She wanted to make sure that even though those close by could see her and her features, no one would be able to determine and actually say that it was Eve La'Quinn there. After all, she didn't want her reputation stained by the thought that someone like her spent her time inside low-class taverns.

Tracing her tongue across her lips, she pulled out a small notebook and a pen from her cloak, one that she had just mustered up at that moment. She looked at the leather-bound item carefully, pressing her fingers tightly against it, as though keeping something from bursting out. She placed the notebook and the pen in the center of the table.

"Being a writer, it's something commendable, my dear. As a full supporter of the arts, let me give you that. To help you on your passion."

[Wendy Darling]

It didn't bother Wendy in the slightest that the strange older woman was more interested in the drink sloshing in the glass than in her. In fact the less attention the woman paid, the more Wendy felt safe from the impending fate of being transformed in to an ogre. It was rare that Wendy really wanted attention. When she had played games with her brother's John or Michael had always been the hero. She was just a narrator.

There was a turning point though where Wendy suddenly became more interesting than the drink, which was a little frightening but also satisfying. She was more interesting than alcohol. Hooray! Wendy couldn't help but giggle the tiniest bit when the woman said she wasn't frustrated by men. Of course she was. Men were naturally frustrating. It was imbedded deep in their genetic code to irritate women at all times. That was Wendy's experience anyway. But she said nothing to contradict the woman's assurances that men were not the issue of her frustration. Wendy might not have believed a word of it, but she was polite enough not to correct her elders.

The woman adjusted her hood, which Wendy took as a sign that she didn't want to be recognized, but Wendy wouldn't have known who she was anyway. However, it surprised the girl that the strange woman just happened to have a notebook and pen on hand to give out should she come across a budding writer. And though Wendy was not a suspicious person, her theory about the woman being an enchantress was becoming more and more valid.

"Oh No. I couldn't. One should never take candy from strangers, or anything else for that matter. Not apples, or spinning wheels, or anything, especially not around Faraway Island. Wendy knew better. But she didn't want to seem rude, so she apologized. "I'm sorry but I just couldn't take them." In Wendy's imagination, touching the pen would probably teleport her to the enchantresses dungeon where she would be kept prisoner to be a constant source of the tears of a virgin or whatever other thing she might need for her spell for everlasting youth. They had that kind of spell, right?

[Eve La'Quinn]

laugh and sing 'cause while
WE'RE APART DON'T GIVE YOUR HEART TO ANYONE AND DON'T FORGET WHO'S
taking you come and in who's arms your gunna be so darling save the last dance for me
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TAGISFOR wendy, open? SHEISWEARING a hooded cloak ANDICOUNTED -shrug-
EXTRASTUFF Xd
TEMPLATE BY MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! @ CAUTION 2.0 ♥

Something about the younger girl's face told Eve that she didn't believe her. Was she seriously that child-like? That all her problems had to revolve around men? Eve shook her head in silent contemplation. Well, technically, the source of her stress did come from a male, but it wasn't of that kind of nature. She looked at the girl, wondering what it was she was thinking at the moment, half-contemplating on whether or not to reinforce her point or not. Though she eventually decided not to.

The older woman took another drink from her glass, feeling the drink flow smoothly down her throat. She pulled out a cigarette from her purse and lit it up, casually throwing the pack on the table, subtly offering the girl some. She began to wonder if the younger woman would take it. Though she was sure that she wouldn't because she seemed like the entirely goodie-two-shoes type of girl, Eve still didn't close the possibility.

She didn't bring a pen and notebook on purpose. Oh no. That was just one of the great perks of being a sorceress. But of course, the girl was taking her extra precautionary measures. She hadn't expected this from the waitress, half-expecting her to be blind-sided by the presentation of something to assist her dream career. Rather surprisingly though, she wasn't. Instead, she was rather wary of Eve, all within reason, though.

"Oh, dear. Nonsense. You've been reading too much fairy tales." Eve smiled at her, grabbing the pad and flipping it open, the crispy new pages, feeling each page with her fingers. She then took the pen and clicked it open, scribbling a squiggle down on the page. "See? Nothing wrong. It's just a regular notebook and a regular pen. I actually just came from the bookstore and bought this from my niece when I ran into you. Seems like you'd have more use for it."

She shut the notebook once more and slid it across the table, closer to Wendy this time. She had a feeling that she would remain suspicious of her, especially because of the impression she probably gave. After all, who wouldn't be afraid of a hooded stranger in a local pub? "Trust me, my child. I swear on my life that the notebook will not cause anything bad to happen to you." She figured if the girl thought of her as an evil witch or some other villainous creature from the fairytale stories, then surely she'd take it if she made a vow ensuring her safety, right?

[Wendy Darling]

Wendy didn't feel as though she'd been reading too many fairytales. She felt that her childhood indulgences in the world of fantasy had more than payed off in the short time she had been on Faraway Island. She may have been a more than a little naive, but she had grown up rather sheltered. The woman insisted that the notebook was safe. Hesitantly the girl reached for it. It was always exciting for her to get a new notebook. The possibilities seemed endless for the blank pages. It felt as if every new notebook had a story inside of it and it was waiting for her to put the ink on the pages.

Closing her fingers around the pen, she slid the notebook across the table towards herself. "Thank you." She said softly, picking up the empty notebook. As she flipped the pages she pondered what exactly she should write in to this book. The story quickly formed itself in the back of her mind. Drumming her fingers across the pen, she glanced back up at the woman. "Thank you very much. I appreciate it. Is there anything I can do for you?"

She wasn't sure why she offered, but she felt almost like she had to. The woman had given her a gift, which was a friendly sign, Wendy supposed. Friends were supposed to offer to do things for each other. Not that she really thought she and the stranger were friends, per say, but they were being friendly enough. Other than the glaring, but maybe her face was just stuck like that, Wendy didn't know for sure. She smiled a little, suddenly terribly excited about the story rolling around in the back of her brain.

[Eve La'Quinn]

laugh and sing 'cause while
WE'RE APART DON'T GIVE YOUR HEART TO ANYONE AND DON'T FORGET WHO'S
taking you come and in who's arms your gunna be so darling save the last dance for me
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
TAGISFOR wendy, open? SHEISWEARING a hooded cloak ANDICOUNTED -shrug-
EXTRASTUFF Xd
TEMPLATE BY MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! @ CAUTION 2.0 ♥

Eve let out a grin, hoping that a certain malicious smirk didn't seem so adamant in her. She was glad that the girl took it, even though she seemed rather reluctant to do so. Eve did speak the truth, the notebook was not meant to harm the girl. She had given it so that she could better...experience, for lack of a better term, her stories. She watched as she flipped through the pages, clearly lost in thought. Her eyes sparkled a bit, as though she was a child entering a toy store. The girl could see the wheels turning in her head, the possible opportunities playing in her mind.

She nodded silently in affirmation as the younger girl thanked her softly. She still seemed rather apprehensive, but Eve just figured it was the jitters. She was sure that she'd take it already, anyways. Just like she had anticipated, the younger girl had asked if there was anything that she could do for her. Naturally, a young girl who seemed rather innocent would offer to do something in exchange for the item. They were rather predictable, these respectful types. Responding to her question, Eve shook her head. "I told you, I'm a supporter of the arts. Just make sure you put that to good use. Fill it with your words, create your own worlds, write about your life. Put to paper the things you dream of. That's all enough for me."

Eve spoke with such passion that even she surprised herself. Though she felt natural saying it, thinking about it afterwards made her smirk. It definitely wasn't like her. However, she made no mention of it. Instead, she just took another lady-like sip from her alcohol, setting the glass neatly on the table. It was then when she decided to slip in a request.

"Well, there is one thing..." Eve began to say. She felt like the girl was expecting a 'but' for the entire thing, and she was right. However, her request wasn't all too complicated. As a matter of fact, she figured that this little girl might even enjoy it. "Well, what is your name again? I was hoping that you'd write me a quick story right now. I'm very interested in seeing what goes on in that right-brained head of yours. Like I said, I am a literature lover. Maybe write down something dark and scary or mysterious?"

[Wendy Darling]

Wendy wasn't one to write dark horrible things. Her previous attempts at writing had been in the romance or fantasy genres, and there was one short story that was very science fiction floating around her apartment, but never anything mystery and especially nothing horror. She glanced up at the woman before glancing around the room. She needed someone to inspire her. The man and the woman left canoodling by the door left, hand in hand. Wendy wondered what exactly would happen to them as they left. Her pen was moving across the page faster than she was thinking of the words for it to write.

Her short story, which only managed to cover a page and a half showed the woman and the man heading back to her home. The amorous couple were surprised by the man's wife, who was waiting outside the young woman's home. In her both women ended up dead. It wasn't the best story she had ever written, but it was dark which was what the woman had requested. And since she had supplied the paper and ink, Wendy felt compelled to do what she asked. Though it made her a little nervous.

Turning the book around to face the woman, Wendy placed the pen not he table. "There. It's not the best. I did it quick, and horror isn't really my genre. I usually write romances or fantasy. I don't… I'm not an expert on death or anything by any means." She had never even seen anybody die, let alone imagined what it would be like to die. She'd always pictured herself going at a very old age, not anything horrible or violent. But what could writing about death really do? Books never hurt anyone.

[Eve La'Quinn]

laugh and sing 'cause while
WE'RE APART DON'T GIVE YOUR HEART TO ANYONE AND DON'T FORGET WHO'S
taking you come and in who's arms your gunna be so darling save the last dance for me
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
TAGISFOR wendy, open? SHEISWEARING a hooded cloak ANDICOUNTED -shrug-
EXTRASTUFF Xd
TEMPLATE BY MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! @ CAUTION 2.0 ♥

An evil grin wiped across the face of Eve as the girl began to write down on the notebook. She was scribbling notes and pouring out through the pages almost instantly. The older woman caught her glances over at the couple leaving the tavern, and she knew that the writer was using them as an inspiration. Perfect. This was exactly what she needed to check whether her new...material was gonna work. The girl seemed rather uneasy as she was writing, most likely because she wasn't used to stories involving a rather darker undertone. She nodded, urging the girl on to continue.

In no time at all, the girl was done with the story, and Eve, almost enthusiastically, took the notebook from the girl and read through her work. She had to admit, the girl was rather good. In such a short time, and in a select few words, she managed to encapsulate a rather dramatic short story similar to the introduction of Chicago. As she finished reading the story, she shut the notebook carefully, smiling at the girl.

"Nonsense. It was a good one, especially given the time you had to work on it," she told her. Taking another sip from her drink, she continued. "Well, fantasy is always good, and we all need a little romance, don't we? But, sometimes, it's good to right about hatred too. About anger. Those are some of the most powerful emotions of humans, and they make great material for stories. And it's better to write about slapping someone silly rather than actually acting on it, isn't it?"

She knew that just a few more prods and she could get the girl to do exactly as she wanted her to. "Besides, if you do write fantasy or romance stories, do you think you'll make it big? Competing with J.k. Rowling or that Stephenie Meyer? Now, I'm not an expert, but you should tap into the untapped market" Eve had hoped that she was obsessively serious about wanting to make it as a professional writer, because if she was, then she would be eating out of the palm of her hands very soon. She tilted her head sideways, smiling over at the girl, waiting for a response.

A couple of kilometers away, lying in the cold marble pavement, were two girls around mid-twenties, drenched in a puddle of their own blood. A men knelt before them, eyeing both lifeless bodies, weeping to himself, unable to believe what had happened. As the tears rolled down his cheeks, he gave another glance at his secretary and his wife. Trembling, he picked up the gun that took the life of the two and slowly placed it on his forehead. As his fingers shook for one last time, a large bang echoed in the night.

[Wendy Darling]

Wendy couldn't help but laugh at being asked if she thought she could compete with the writers of Harry Potter and Twilight. "While I loved the first three books of the Harry Potter series, four through six were a severe disappointment. Its like her priorities went off of writing for writing and in to making money, and book seven was such a terrible disappointment, the only point in reading it was to see Molly Weasley say bitch. At least those were Wendy's opinions, but book three had been by far the best and everything else after it seemed like a disappointment.

"And as for Ms. Meyer. She borrowed the script from Romeo and Juliet, one of the most interesting monsters that ever roamed the night, and some drag queens, mixed them all together, strangled the life out of them, then wrote the words like a third grader. There was more character development in the blank pages of this notebook than there was in the characters of Bella or Edward through the entire series. The story should have been more about the minor characters who were far more interesting. I've heard her book the Host was much better, but I've not read it. Oh and she made vampires sparkle. How can anyone be scared of something that sparkles?"

She realized she was ranting and blushed a little, turning back down to the notebook. Literature was just something she was incredibly passionate about. Give her Agatha Christie or Jane Austin or Robert Lewis Stevenson, or even Edgar Rice Burrows. But not sparkling vampires and characters who were pretty much stagnant for over 2000 pages. "Though I was impressed with the film adaptations truth to the books, and also Taylor Lautner's Abs." She said softly, almost apologetically for her previous ranting. She tapped her pen lightly on the book a few times. "And Steven King pretty much has the horror genre covered. I very much enjoyed Misery. It almost made me afraid to ever start writing books."

[Eve La'Quinn]

laugh and sing 'cause while
WE'RE APART DON'T GIVE YOUR HEART TO ANYONE AND DON'T FORGET WHO'S
taking you come and in who's arms your gunna be so darling save the last dance for me
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
TAGISFOR wendy, open? SHEISWEARING a hooded cloak ANDICOUNTED -shrug-
EXTRASTUFF Xd
TEMPLATE BY MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! @ CAUTION 2.0 ♥

"Well, I didn't say they were excellent stories, dear. But they were smartly written. They knew how they'd sell and they played to their strengths." It was true. Whoever would say that Twilight was well written, would need to be punished. But people had to admit that the whole appeal of the story was well-targeted, aimed at those desperate and alone kids still suffering from teen angst while waiting for puberty to hit. Even if it wasn't the best story ever written, it had sold over millions, even earning a movie franchise.

Still, she was rather amused at how passionately the girl began explaining and fighting against her given examples. She was wondering where the fire in the girl was and surely enough, it showed itself. Maybe this was how to rouse the angry side of the girl. Not to say that she was angry already, but she was rather affected by the comment.

Eve let out a giggle. "Yes, his abs were definitely a sight to watch. But seriously, you are right about the whole horror taken already by Stephen King, but he's classic. The world of literature needs a new face to bring in the fear back. You said it yourself. Who would be afraid of sparkling vampires? Bring back the fear. Be a modern Shakespeare. Speak the truth in your words, and have them affirmed by tragedy. Can you imagine if you did? You'd be remembered for years, leaving a mark in literature forever."

[Wendy Darling]

Leaving a Mark in Literature Forever.

She couldn't help but smile a little at the thought. Bring the fear back. Would it be that hard? Probably. In today's age of movies and television that continually became more gruesome, was there still ways to scare people with out crossing over in to disgusting? She supposed horror was a balancing act, like fantasy, there needed to be enough realism for it to be believable, otherwise it would never work. She smiled a little more. Bring the fear back? She could do that. She would love to have a book published. Though horror wasn't her favorite genre, maybe Shakespeare thought he would be more famous for his comedies not his tragedies. But she needed a something, or a someone to to be her monster. She would have to think on this for a little while.

"I'm not sure I can do that. I mean I can write half a page of blood and guts, but who can't? It had not been that difficult. It was only two pages, not five hundred. Could she really write an entire novel that way? She supposed, but she would need a very good villain. Someone believable as a horror figure, but not someone you would expect. The scariest movie she'd ever seen was a terrifying version of the tooth fairy. It had made her sleep with the lights on for weeks. The Tooth Fairy wasn't supposed to be scary. Though something had always been off with the collection of human teeth, but that was neither here nor there. Point was no one would have seen a murderous tooth fairy that existed in the darkness. She needed the perfect villain. "I suppose I will have to consider it."

[Eve La'Quinn]

laugh and sing 'cause while
WE'RE APART DON'T GIVE YOUR HEART TO ANYONE AND DON'T FORGET WHO'S
taking you come and in who's arms your gunna be so darling save the last dance for me
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TAGISFOR wendy, open? SHEISWEARING a hooded cloak ANDICOUNTED -shrug-
EXTRASTUFF Xd
TEMPLATE BY MRS. JAZZY WEASLEY ?! @ CAUTION 2.0 ♥

Yes. There it was. The wheels in the younger girl's head was turning, and it was all thanks to the proper steering of Eve La'Quinn. Soon, the girl would be an excellent writer, after she had enough practice. And everything that she would write in her small and quaint little notebook would begin happening in real life too. An increase in murders would spread the city like wild fire, and it would soon be obvious to her, if she paid any attention to the real world, that she was causing the deaths. Soon, the police would notice it too, and she'd be known as the first ever person to kill using her methods. When words actually start to hurt. When the silent ramblings of a silly little girl begin taking the lives of others. Truly, it would be something memorable for the world of literature.

As the young girl let out a smile, she did too, keeping herself perfectly in sync with her. She wanted the girl too feel like she could trust Eve, and that was probably a good way to do it. But there was a look in her eyes that seemed rather unsure of her own abilities. It was a look that she often saw in people, whether it be the depressed women walking around the marketplace after being dumped by their boyfriends, or by trying hard apprentice mages when asked to perform a simple spell. Everyone had those moments of self-doubt, and Eve had been around long enough to know what that could do to a person's will power. She needed the young girl to brave herself and accomplish what she wanted her to do. "Don't think of it as writing just some bloody story. That would just be disgusting. Look deep inside you, and think about what it is exactly that you fear. What would scare you? After all, some of the best writers draw from experience.

She clawed her fingernails gently on the wooden table, tracing aroud the various etchings from those that had taken the table before her. "You should really give yourself more credit. You're an excellent writer. You just have to learn to apply yourself. Maybe have a bit of confidence too. Please do consider it. And if you need help, or someone to read through your works, please be sure to let me know." Her words rolled off her tongue rather smoothly, as she urged her to pursue the writing. It was then when she took the pen and notebook and scribbled down an address on the blank front page of the notebook. "If you need some literary advice or just someone to read through what you have, pay me a visit."