Phoebe Grace

Last name is Winesmith.

I really don't have much. I just want it to sound good, honestly. But if it were uncommon, that would be great, too.

Female.

I found something I started a long time ago. I've edited it up and re-written parts of it, so it doesn't seem so...Childish. Take a look and tell me what I missed?

"May I?" I asked softly, reaching out to him.

Sebastian nodded once, biting his lower lip and gulping. He was barely holding back tears, and was covered in blood.

"Hey, it's okay. It's going to hurt me more," I said. "The worst it will do, for you, is tickle, I promise."

His eyes went wide, and he released his lip to open his bloodied, but otherwise perfect mouth. Not giving my most recent charge a chance to change his mind -or ask any questions-, I pressed my left palm to his heart and closed my eyes.

I mouthed the words that I knew like the back of my hand. My heart gave that familiar lurch as I stopped breathing, going absolutely still.

I felt my own warmth, love, and happiness flooding out of me, and into him. Mixing, healing, completing.

I pulled my hand back with a gasp and ran my fingers through my hair, even as I was sinking to my knees.

"Hey, Phoebe," he said. "You okay?"

I nodded, even as my vision was going grey with funny little dots. I slumped forward, using my arms to brace myself and barely keep my face and torso off of the blood splattered sidewalk.

"Let me help you," he said.

"No, I'm fine" I said stubbornly. I hesitated. "Do you happen to have any chocolate on you?"

He arched his beautiful, dark brown eyebrow, his thin lips quirked upwards in a slight smile.

"Only you would want candy at a time like this."

I shrugged, and doing a face plant made me realize that that probably wasn't my best idea. Quickly sitting up wsn't a smart one either. The world was spinning, and my head was pounding. Sebastian had sat down in front of me, cupping my face and making me look at him.

"Yeah, well," I tried, my voice failing me.

His eyes were the perfect shade of green and his skin was tanned just right. The blood seemed to have just disdisappearedut I expected that.

He was healed.

By me.

That's great.

I managed a loplopsidedile, and then my brain decided it was time to turn off to do its best at trying its hand in healing me.

When I came too again, after what seemed like only moments, SebSebastians leaning over me. However, now he had two hands on my face, and he was blubbering like a child. Repeating my name over and over, his voice cracking.

"Jesus," I managed as I sat up and pulled him into me, hugging him close. Too comfort him, I told myself. "I'm fine, Sebastian."

"Phoebe!" He exhaled in relief. "I thought you were gone."

I shrugged. The more healing I had to do, the more it drained me. He almost died, which meant that I had to almost die. And, if he did die, so would I, after healing him. And, I would heal him. Of that I had no doubt. When an Angel dies, they don't come back. Some stupid rule or something. We go into limbo. No more chances. Just gone. Sooner or later, we simply cease to exsexistIn any form.

"Please, don't do that to me again."

"I can't make any promises."

"If it came to a choice of my life or yours, pick yours, damnit. People need you. Can you promise me that, at least?"

"Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies."

I slammed my green locker shut, the clanging sound echoing down the nearly empty hallway as I adjusted my bag on my shoulder.

"Jade!" I said, and she turned to face me.

I got lost in her beautiful deep blue eyes with flecks of purple and gold. I licked my lips, wishing I could hold and kiss her. Even just once. She was so perfect in every single way. Her slim build, tanned skin, golden ringlets, the way her nose would crinkle and how she threw her head back when she laughed...

"What did you want?" She said impatiently, interrupting my thoughts.

"What?" I asked, hoping she hadn't caught me.

I nervously ran my fingers through my short black hair. I leaned against the lockers, and of course my back jabbed into the lock, I covered it up with what I hoped was a smirk.

"You called?" She looked at me like I was from a different species.

"Oh, right. Are we still on for tonight?" I smiled my most seductive smile, my dimples fully exposed.

"Yeah, the test's still tomorrow, isn't it?" She said with a casual hair flip.

"I-Yeah." I blinked.

"See you later then, Kyle."

This time, I let her walk away, I watched her go, barely resisting the urge to turn my head to the side, or worse, call her back. It was official, I had to have her. And her helping me keep my passing grade in Algebra II? Totally going to work to my advantage.

"Dude!" Shane slapped the side of my head.

I turned towards him, rubbing where he hit me. His singularly colored brown eyes accused me from between his ash blonde hair, his thin lips turned down wards in a grimace.

"Sorry." I was anything but.

"She's my little sisters' best friend, don't be so obvious!"

"I'm anything but!" I insisted, my green eyes flashing in humor.

"Dude, you're drooling."

"Sh*t!"

I wiped my mouth with the back of my scarred hand, and sure enough, he was right. I hated it when that happened. Why did he have to always be right?

"Kyle, you're life is over," Shane said with a smirk, his eyes crinkling around the edges.

He awkwardly patted my broad shoulder with his pianist hands, as I called them. We weren't exactly friends, but we were close enough to it. We hung out and we were both on the football team, but we never really hung out unless it was school or team related.

I shrugged. "It already has been," I said, forcing myself to look like I was just joking.

It was, without a doubt, the hardest thing I had ever done.

"Right, Mister Perfect has a hard home life," he slapped me on the back of my shoulder. "Let's get our sorry asses to practice before Coach kills us with the five mile run in thirty minutes...Again."

*Sorry about all the dialogue. I don't always write that much, it's just this scene happened to have a lot of it. I need help making it more believable and the like. They're in a hallway at school in front of the MC's locker, after school's been out for the day for about 10 minutes. Thanks in advance for your time and help!* *And, sorry about the repeat question, it's just that I didn't get very good answers the first time...Just that they liked it. I also need help, I like I said. Well, thanks again!*

"Jade!" I said, and she turned to face me.

I got lost in her beautiful hazel eyes. I licked my lips, wishing I hold her and kiss her. Even just once. She was so perfect in every single way. He slim build, her tanned skin, her blonde ringlets, the way her nose crickled and she threw her head back when she laughed...

"What did you want?" She said impatiently, interupting my thoughts.

"What?" I asked, hoping she hadn't caught me.

"You called?" She looked at me like I was from a different species.

"Oh, right. Are we still on for tonight?" I smiled my most seductive smile, my dimples fully exposed.

"Yeah, the test's still tomorrow, isn't it?" She said with a hair flip.

"I-Yeah." I blinked.

"See you later then, Kyle."

This time, I let her walk away, I watched her go, barely resisting the urge to turn my head to the side, or worse, call her back.

"Dude!" Shane slapped the side of my head.

I turned towards him, rubbing where he hit me.

"Sorry." I was anything but.

"She's my little sisters' best friend, don't be so obvious."

"I'm anything but!" I insisted.

"Dude, you're drooling."

"****!"

I wipped my mouth with the back of my hand, and sure enough, he was right. I hated it when that happened.

"Kyle, you're life is over," Shane said with a smirk.

He awkwardly patted my shoulder. We weren't exactly friends, but we were close enough to it. We hung out and we were both on the football team. But we never really hung out unless it was school or team related.

I shrugged. "It has been," I said, forcing myself to look like I was just joking.

It was, without a doubt, the hardest thing I had ever done.

*Sorry about all the dialogue. I don't always write that much, it's just this scene happened to have a lot of it. I need help making it more believable and the like. They're in a hallway at school in front of the MC's locker, after school's been out for the day for about 10 minutes. Thanks in advance for your time and help!*

"Jade!" I said, and she turned to face me.

I got lost in her beautiful hazel eyes. I licked my lips, wishing I hold her and kiss her. Even just once. She was so perfect in every single way. He slim build, her tanned skin, her blonde ringlets, the way her nose crickled and she threw her head back when she laughed...

"What did you want?" She said impatiently, interupting my thoughts.

"What?" I asked, hoping she hadn't caught me.

"You called?" She looked at me like I was from a different species.

"Oh, right. Are we still on for tonight?" I smiled my most seductive smile, my dimples fully exposed.

"Yeah, the test's still tomorrow, isn't it?" She said with a hair flip.

"I-Yeah." I blinked.

"See you later then, Kyle."

This time, I let her walk away, I watched her go, barely resisting the urge to turn my head to the side, or worse, call her back.

"Dude!" Shane slapped the side of my head.

I turned towards him, rubbing where he hit me.

"Sorry." I was anything but.

"She's my little sisters' best friend, don't be so obvious."

"I'm anything but!" I insisted.

"Dude, you're drooling."

"****!"

I wipped my mouth with the back of my hand, and sure enough, he was right. I hated it when that happened.

"Kyle, you're life is over," Shane said with a smirk.

He awkwardly patted my shoulder. We weren't exactly friends, but we were close enough to it. We hung out and we were both on the football team. But we never really hung out unless it was school or team related.

I shrugged. "It has been," I said, forcing myself to look like I was just joking.

It was, without a doubt, the hardest thing I had ever done.

It saddens me to say so, but it's true.

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Anna was tired of the constant rain. Enough was enough. She glided across her room and placed her pale hand against the window. Was it just her, or did she look paler than normal? Water slid like tears down the cold glass. Anna exhaled deeply, fogging up her reflection. She made a fist and hit the window, smudged away the evidence of her dismay, and continued to pace across her wooden floors.

The young woman just wanted to go hunting. She hadn't been in days, and her mood was worsening with the weather. Running her fingers through her hair, she wondered what on Earth had possessed her to cut it so short. She gulped and shook her head, growing weary from all her pacing. She just couldn't seem to stop.

Anna was facing the window again, but a soft bark had her spinning around as quick as she possibly could.

Her hand flew to her chest, "Jebus, Josiah, you scared me," she scolded.

The Australian shepherd just ****** his head to the side, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as his tail wagged happily.

"Oh," she relented. "Come here, baby."

The happy dog slinked into the bedroom and leaned against her leg. His tail was thumping harder as he looked up at her. Anna couldn't help her small smile as she reached down and scratched his head. Josiah barked happily before quickly running off.

"What's gotten into him?" Anna wondered aloud.

She shrugged, then decided to follow him. She almost tripped over him for he was laying at the top of the stairs, looking up at her expectantly.

"Josiah, are you trying to kill me?" Anna scolded, then laughed and sunk to her knees to scratch behind his ears, like she knew he loved so much.

At least he could be happy, even if she couldn't. Josiahs' tail had to be wagging a mile a minute. Anna smiled wider at him.

"Oh, you silly boy."

Suddenly, he was standing up, his hair raised as he growled menacingly. Anna pushed him out of the way and quietly worked her way downstairs. She, for reasons unknown to her, glanced back up at Josiah, and he had laid back down, covering his eyes with his paws.

“My mother always told me to not play with fire-” Sara started.

“Would you just get to the point?” I interrupted.

According to my phone, it was getting late, and I was getting tired. On top of that, there was no way in Hell that I was spending the night at her house again, not after what happened last time.

“Jesus, Penny. It was just getting good,” Matt, her ex-boyfriend, winked at me.

I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at him. Instead, I shrugged, “my dad wants me,” the lie came easily.

“That’s illegal.” Matt teased.

Yeah, well, so is trying to take advantage of an under-aged girl, I thought. I rolled my eyes, noticing that Sara was watching us closely.

“May I continue?” She said, hurt lacing her words.

“If you hurry,” I sighed, allowing my eyes to close.

Sara took a dramatic breath, and launched back into her tale. “My mother always told me to not play with fire. As you both know, I never did listen that well. A few summers ago, I was out camping – Matt, you remember? You were there.”

Matt and I both sighed at the same time. Did she really have to repeat this story? She’s told it so many times, and for whatever reason, it always seems to change slightly.

I was getting uncomfortable, sitting on her floor while she took up the bed, and Matt had the chair. I guess that’s what happens when one shows up late.

“Please, just get to the point,” I begged closing my eyes. “I don’t want to get grounded again.”

I would have just left, but I didn't want the silent treatment from my only friend for God knows how long, so I sat there and tried to urge her on. Sara was stubborn though. She'd get to her point when she felt like it, and not before.

“It was in the middle of summer, and we had the camp all set up for the week. Matt had to go take a leak or something. Anyways, I was alone with the lighter in my hand, trying to get it to work so I could light the fire-” She stopped again. “Matt!” She scolded, throwing a pillow at him. “Stop staring at poor Penny.”

I opened my eyes, and sure enough, he was staring. I arched an eyebrow, but quickly sat up taller and straightened my shirt out. Matt winked at me again, and I barely suppressed a shudder.

“Anyway, I lit the fire, and went out looking for Matt, because I was lonely, and he’d been gone an awful long time. The next thing I remember, I’m waking up again and Matt’s talking me into drinking some Jack with him. And that’s how I ended up in the middle of nowhere -naked.”

I couldn't seem to remember her forgetting anything, drinking any Jack or being naked in any of the other versions, but I just shrugged.

"Well, guys, it's been real, but it's time for this bird to fly back to her nest. Adios."

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Questions? Comments? Critiques? Helpful hints? Anything else? Please and Thank You!

I couldn't figure out what woke me up, and then I heard the banging on the door. I groaned before rolling over and snuggling deeper into my blankets. It was so warm and comfortable, and I couldn't find the urge to move anywhere within me.

"Kathryne!" An urgent male voice shouted. "Come on, I don't have time for this!"

There was more pounding on the door, but I had already thrown back the covers and jumped out of bed, instantly wide awake when he used my full name. My black hair laid in knots against my scalp, and I was in my Hello Kitty Pajama's, but I had no time to fix it.

Slipping and sliding in my hurry to get to the door before he pummeled it to the ground, I let out a curse as my knee slammed into the wall. I threw the door open, and there stood Shane. Of course, he was wearing all black, and looked simply amazing, even though it was three in the morning.

"Wha--" the partial word whooshed out of my mouth as he threw me over his shoulder.

I was too shocked to object. He held me around the waist and ran like our lives depended on it. Which, knowing him, that was probably exactly what was on the line. Shane wasn't even breathing harshly, like I would have been if I had to carry myself -don't even ask me how that would work- but I was used to his amazing stamina. He had been more or less my personal bodyguard for as long as I could remember.

Suddenly, he stopped, turned around, and started racing back the way we had came. Not once did his footing falter, or anything about him give anything away.

"What's going on, Shane?" I demanded, and I had every right to know, given that he was running me through the palace in my pajamas.

"Not now, Princess," he didn't say it to be condescending, but as my proper title.

"Shane Jensen Chamberlain, I demand an answer," I tried to sound regal, like my mother, but probably failed since my breath was taken away as he rounded a corner, and he threw me on a bed, slamming the door shut.

****. It has to be pretty bad if he's throwing me. I felt safer know that he was the one watching my back. However, there was a door separating us, and what happened if the danger got in here? I mean, this room wasn't the most secure.

That happy thought in mind, I quickly dived under the bed, trembling way more than any seventeen year old Princess would care to admit. I gasped softly when I found myself face to face with Jared. He winked at me, laying his finger across my mouth. He didn't say anything, but his message was clear; don't speak.

I had no choice but to obey, because my throat had constricted. A single tear slid down my face, and he quickly wiped it away. I had so much I wanted to say, but I couldn't say anything. He wasn't supposed to be here. If he was caught, it would mean certain death. Gulping, more hot tears slid down my face. He scooted closer to me, and I curled into him.

He was a traitor, but that didn't change the fact that my heart tried to break free of my chest, and the fact that I couldn't stop crying because of him. Jared gently grabbed my chin and angled my face towards him, "I missed you," he mouthed, and I mouthed it back.

So, this is why Shane was so stressed. I shook the thought of him away though, as soon as Jared's lips touched mine. His heat radiated off of him, which was probably why I wasn't shivering even though I was laying on a concrete floor. He felt like heaven, and I simply melted under his gentle, pleading kiss. I didn't even have to think about it to be kissing him back. There wasn't much room under the bed, but we were as close as possible, almost tangled as it were.

Forgotten was the fact that he was human, and I was not. Forgotten was the thought of banishment, or even death. For both of us if were caught. All I could think about was how much I loved him, and how perfect this moment felt.

His lips gently moved down to my neck, and for that I was grateful, because even an elf needs to breathe every now and then.

I've been working on this story called The River Killer. Basically, it takes place near Corvallis, Oregon, in the year 1996. There's a man going around, picking up blonde women with golden brown eyes and a slim figure, keeping them for a few days, then dropping their bodies off at Battle Creek.

One Erickah Chamberlain decides to help the police out, being how she is his type. Even though she works at the local grocery store and can't be older than his own daughter (17) Sheriff Washburn gives the go ahead.

The day before she is supposed to be River bait, she is helping an older man get the bags into his car, when everything goes wrong.

Here it is:

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"Everything is about to change, my baby grr," he rasped as he curled his gnarled finger into her silky, blonde hair. "Everything."

A broken sob passed her parted lips; "why?"

His deep green eyes were the only beautiful thing about him, nevermind the fact that they were full of hatred and anger. Even then, they drew her golden gaze, even as she was trembling in fear and clenching her teeth together to keep from uttering anything else.

"Because, I want it too," he murmured, letting her hair fall to her face as he stood up and started pacing. "I need it too."

Abruptly, he stopped and faced her again. He hesitated, then walked to her and sunk back to his knees. He grabbed her clammy hand harshly with his left hand; he used his free hand to force her to look at his aged face.

“Look at me,” he almost begged, his insanity shinning through.

She gulped before obliging him. He was scary when he was angry, as she had come to realize. And, Erickah would be damned if she were to give him another reason to hurt her.

“Sammy, I’ll make everything alright again. I promise you. You will forgive me.” He said. “My lovely baby grr, you’ll come to realize that I never meant for any of this.”

“I’m not Sammy,” she whispered under her breath.

His eyes flashed. “What was that? Speak up!”

“I said I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whimpered as his hand tightened on her chin.

“What did I tell you about apologizing?” He spat as he un-grasped her chin and hand, standing up quickly.

“That it’s a sign of weakness.” She replied without hesitation.

He had held her there for three long days; she had grown used to his dementia. A strange old man in need of help loading his groceries into his van turned out to be certifiably insane.

There had been someone else in the car. It was too quick for her to comprehend, but the next thing Erickah knew, she was waking up, tied to a chair, and forced to play into his illusions, or face a possible death sentence.

He was The River Killer.

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So, a few questions, if you wouldn't mind?

1. Honest opinion? Great, okay, horrible?

2. Would you keep reading if this was the first page?

3. Anything that needs fixed or edited?

4. Anything else? Comments? Questions?

Please and thank you! :D

-Baby Grr