Insomnia

[Edward Price]

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RUSSIAN ROULETTE IS NOT THE SAME WITHOUT A GUN,
and baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun.
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Edward was off work, and for some reason could not sleep. Usually he got off work and just crashed before he could hit his bed. It could have to do with it being a slow night. Usually he could come up with ideas like that, but even his slow mind could make it out. Slow night, not many customers, keeping most of his blood, no dancing. It all kind of worked itself out. He wished that he had stuff to do at work because that was his favorite place to be. Fangtasia was like his home away from home. Well….actually it was just his home period. The place where he slept during the day was not anything to him, besides just a place to sleep. Everything within those red and black walls made sense, he didn’t have to think about much of anything, and everyone was really nice.

Errrr….actually not nice but they didn’t yell at him and make him feel stupid. He felt like there was one time Eric got mad, but he couldn’t really put his finger on it. Somehow he knew that something had happened, but every time he tried to recall the memory it fluttered just out of reach. It must be because of too many blows to the head as a child from other football players. His mom always said that it was damaging his brain cells, and he believed it now since he was not able to think on his own properly.

Instead of going to sleep Edward decided to take a walk. He had been in the darkness of Fangtasia during the night and sleeping all day for so long that he didn’t remember the last time that he had actually taken a stroll in the sunlight. There were no fresh bite marks to worry about, but the scars might still be visible….So Edward put on a collard shirt, popping the collar up. Yeahhhh, that was cool and it covered everything up. The other alternative was to wear a scarf, and he would rather sit inside then prance around the town in a scarf. He didn’t need anything that would ruin his reputation more than it already was. Nothing would make him want to have fairy stamped on….well….all of the other names.

After dressing in his least ‘slutty’ clothes he headed out for his stroll. As soon as opened the door and walked out into the sun his eyes began to burn. Edward lifted a hand to block the sun out of his eyes. A few blinks later the sting went away and Edwards big cockeyed grin appeared on his lips. This might actually be fun! The tall, well built man walked out of his house, bounding down the road as if he was walking to a soundtrack of a cool action movie.




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[ANTONIA FORBES]

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“In that direction,” the Cat said, waving its right paw round,
“lives a Hatter: and in that direction,” waving the other paw, “lives a
March Hare. Visit either you like: they’re both mad.”
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The original Alice in Wonderland was based off a universe filled with mad people, created by drugs and such. While no drugs surely flitted through her vains, her insanity would have fitted well in the fantasy book. In her twisted view of reality she was scared of everything, even the shadows she caused yet she wasn't afriad of anything. She was deathly afraid of being touched by anyone, yet she yearned to feel a mans touch. Her multi-personality ran her into a lot of trouble, so she simply avoided people. Antonia could blend very well into her surroundings, seeing as she was a shifter. A being with the ability to transform into any kind of animal she wishes as long as she could see it whole and alive. Currently she was a large grey wolf, on the outskirts of Shreveport, a dirty brown backpack hanging from her large maw. Her paws were silent upon the ground as she trod forward with determination. Her current mind frame was wrapped around the subject of sex, drugs, and violence. Antonia was in one of her darker moods, her mind playing tricks on her again, making her feel dark and sexy. She could smell the human settlement and she slowed down, eager to find someone to releive the burn within her.

Toni was shifted within seconds, and another few seconds she had a shirt pulled over her frame. Antonia walked from the forest, in nothing but the oversized white t-shirt that hung off her dainty shoulders. In this persona she was Antonia, simply that, and she was not someone to mess around with. If she wanted something you gave it. She was strangely clear headed, yet her mind was fogged at the same time. Toni knew everything that she was doing, yet it felt as if she was being surpressed from stopping what 'Antonia' wanted. Madness seemed to be oozing off of her as she trudged out of the trees, her hair flowing behind her in the wake of air she created as she strode forward. Someone might find it odd she was walking out of the forest with nothing but a t-shirt on. A smirk was on her face and Antonia was thirsty for a game. The sound of pounding feet gathered her attention and she turned, doe-eyed at the approaching man. She was a good liar when she wanted to be and this was no exception. Antonia crossed her arms and fiend helplessness, but on the inside she was gloating at her plans, ready to revel in the power she had over men. Well, what she thought she had over men.


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““But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
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``TAGS: Edward!
``WORD COUNT: 439!
``WEARING: Jeans and a plain Tee!
``CREDIT: Made by ``requiem for the moon of Caution !
``NOTES: Sorry for the shortness, and I hope you like my post!!

[Edward Price]

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RUSSIAN ROULETTE IS NOT THE SAME WITHOUT A GUN,
and baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun.
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Nice and serene in the daylight. That’s all that Edward was looking for. The sun that had burnt his eyes bore down on his skin, spreading the heat over his entire body. It was strange that he still had his golden complexion in tact, seeing as he rarely ever saw the sun. He must just be blessed with eternally beachy boyesque skin. Not that he complained, that was his whole appeal. Beach boy, surfer man to the rescue of the damsel in distress. Edward tossed his golden hair just thinking about it, knowing that he looked good. The sun, the source of human life or something like that, sad that he missed it. It made the…plants grow that the cows ate, and yadda yadda the circle of life. Anyway, he appreciated what was there, but it kinda sucked that it was burning his flesh

This day was dedicated to normalcy, because apparently what he did was not normal. According to him it was normal, but everyone else and their brother thought that he was some sort of crazy. Hey, it was fun, and life was short and a guy only got to live once. Edward toyed with the possibility of being turned into a vampire, but he was still unsure if that was in the cards for him. His stipulation was that he didn’t want to ask anyone; he wanted someone to want to do it. So far, no one wanted to do that

So in the middle of his serene, thought provoking, walk of normalcy here comes a lady stumbling out of the woods looking like she had just gotten it on with some dude and put on his clothes. All she wore was a big shirt on top with nothing on the bottom, and her hair was all tangled looking. It looked as if she was laid down and fucked good. The look on her face, though, told a different story. Somehow she looked scared, like a little girl walking out of the woods half naked and looking for her mommy. Edwards eyebrow rose, and he tried to think of what to do. Should he call 911. Was this one of those situations were calling was ok? Or did he do something else. She approached him with intent. Yeah, she definitely was coming this way, and she was on the path he was headed on too. Edward scratched his head; he was never really one to think well on his feet

“Why are you half naked?” he asked once he was close enough to be heard. With all of the other things he could have said or noticed, it had to be her state of dress. It was not his fault because he was a guy, but he could have been a bit more sympathetic


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