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[anchovielove-blog]

&&in which Dawn hates 1D

This was dumb. This was like, really dumb.

Still, she’s kind of giving herself props. Not that she does that, give ‘props’ because that’s lame. Still, nothing else quite sticks. So, she gives herself props, for bravery, or stupidity, or something else altogether.

In any case, she’s staring down a real damn angry vampire, and he’s got backup. It looks like all of One Direction is here, skinny jeans and floppy hair united. It’s a terrible scheme these guys have, scamming on the popularity of a boy band, picking up on their fans--but then, vampires always were scum bags. 

So, you don a pair of skinnies, you wear a loose shirt, and let your hair grow out. BOOM--the tweens flock to you. 

The worst part? It probably would have worked on Dawn when she was younger. She’d been ALL about the Backstreet Boys. 

Currently, she’s a little less welcoming, a little more hostile. She has a stake tucked into her waistband, a vial of holy water in her back pocket, and a big-ass cross nestled in the folds of her shirt. 

Like hell, if she’ll let a tween-idol wannabe take her down.

Music pounds throughout the building, an old warehouse complex on the ocean, a port at one point. A DJ is stood on a raised dais at one end of the large warehouse, people cramming into every other space available. All that’s visible is skin and glow sticks, the only feeling that of the bass pounding through bones.

Even with the distractions, even with the motion and noise and light, Dawn had seen the vampire. He danced a little too stiffly, with little grace and moves from a past era. Hell, he had been so obvious, he practically had teeth sprouting out as he danced with a girl probably an eighth of his age. 

Dawn had inserted herself, banished the younger girl with a flick of her hips. She knew this dance, knew how to lure the vampires. She’d been doing it accidentally since she was fifteen--it wasn’t so hard now. 

The vamp had seemed to like her, had danced closer, pulled out a move from the eighties, spun a circle, and ended where he started. Dawn had a steak ready; barely poking out of her sleeve, the point of the wood dug into the vampire’s chest at just the right angle. 

The vampire had disappeared in a poof of dust. 

One or two people took notice, only to shake their heads and presumably blame the drugs they were on--Dawn kept dancing like nothing had happened. The beat actually wasn’t bad, at least.

Of course, then came the rest of the boy band. 

[fallenfrom-asea-ofdiamonds-blog]

Crash Landed // Star and ???

She was falling, falling fast. Down, down, down towards the strange planet below. Heat...burning, there was a fire around her heating her skin to the point where she feared it would burn but her porcelain pale skin remained untouched by the flame despite what it felt.

Her gaze glanced upwards as she saw the fellow stars above slipping further and further away. She clawed at the air screaming in fear trying to return but it was of no avail. The permanent night soon gave way to a gentle blue, which then turned into a misty grey.

With a scared sigh she soon gave up in her struggles, her arms fell to her sides as she tilted her head back to get a better view of where she was headed. She could see the colors from before turning into strange shapes...the colors that had looked like one solid color began to blend into many different varieties.

She couldn’t understand what was happening...but there was nothing she could do but accept her fate. Her eyes closed and after a moment she felt her back hit something hard, heard the strange sounds of the disturbed earth below breaking apart due to the impact, a harsh stinging sensation coursed through her body for a moment before everything was thrown into the void.

Her soft lavender eyes opened sometime later. She began to cough from settling dust around her while slowly pulling herself into a sitting position. Trembling she realized that there was something wrong...very wrong. A sharp sing prompted another startled shriek. Glancing down she noticed that her ankle did not look like it once had before. It was a bright apple red and very lumpier.

She reached a porcelain hand towards it only to draw back with a pained hiss. As she looked around frantically, glittering crystal blue tears beginning to fall from her eyes cleaning the dirt that clung to her face in streaks. What was she to do now? She couldn’t move as every time she tried her swollen ankle would only pain her more. But she couldn’t just stay where she was considering...she didn’t even know where she was...

She curled her good leg up to her chest and hugged it in an attempt to comfort herself as best she could. Her sobs had grown louder by now, enough so they could easily be heard when one was close enough. What was she to do?

Her forehead had fallen against her knee by this point when she heard the soft shuffle of feet not too far off. Her head snapped up and she looked about for the source, but from her place in the midst of the crater she’d unintentionally caused due to her impact with the earth, she couldn’t see just who or what it was. “H-h-hello?” She called out slowly, her whispery voice tinted with pain and fear.