The FicSix are adding another F or two (or more) to FanFic Friday this week – it’s Fearsome, Fantastic, Fun, Fanfic Friday, otherwise known as the Week Before Halloween. Get your scare on and join us for Fright-Friday… costumes not strictly required…
*Reviews by Gingerandgreen*
Asylum ~ He is sin personified, wicked and inked, cruelty always at the tip of his tongue. Black wings grace his back, and blood stains his hands. She’s the poison he wants to consume, but can she survive?
I don’t know, but I think darkNnerdy may be some kind of genius. She’s managed to script an Edward (well, actually a Masen) both truly terrifying and frighteningly attractive. I’m warning you now, you need a strong constitution to read this supernatural tale. It’s both dark and addictive, right from the first word:
Black wings flutter under a long grey coat as he sits in the shadows and watches her.
There is a shiver up his spine, crawling and snaking its way under his skin. The only indication of what’s happening around them. Around the bubble he’s placed her in.
“I drew you a picture.” Her tiny little legs carry her all the way to the corner of her yard. Big brown eyes find his as he smiles down at her, taking the picture she drew.
He observes her for a moment. Her wide smile, framed by dimples set in chubby cheeks. She looks so much like the woman inside.
The woman whose blood is staining the walls and soaking their cream colored sofa.
He could protect her, but he’d much rather sit outside with Bella. Watching her play, hearing her laughter.
Even with a heart as dark as night and as cold as snow, the small girl warms him. She’s an enigma. So small and fragile, yet the strongest person he’s ever met.
She’s a contradiction.
She shouldn’t be able to survive, not with him, but she does.
“Do you like it, Masen?” She asks, tugging at his slacks, annoyed that he isn’t paying attention to her.
“I do.” His eyes drift to the sliding glass door of the house as blood sprays across it, and he takes her into his arms, walking them to the swings.
He fights the urge to turn around and enjoy the sight before him.
“Do you think mommy will like it?” Her hands make fists on his jacket, and he knows she can sense what’s happening. He can feel it within her, the unease, the tension.
“I think she’ll love it.” He brushes her wavy hair out of her face, his skin connecting with hers and easing her mind.
It’s a gift he doesn’t use often, something he shares with his brother. Something forbidden with mortals.
He’s supposed to follow the code. Rules set in place centuries ago to protect them. But Masen rarely does as he’s told, especially when breaking the rules is so much fun. When breaking them means he gets to keep Bella.
And Bella is spared nothing – no atrocity is too evil for her to witness, it seems. Life gets complicated, and every chapter brings with it another dark turning, never what you expect to read. If I tell you anything at all about the story, I’ll be taking something away from you, so I urge you to lock all the doors, check under the bed and snuggle up next to someone strong and protective.
In the true spirit of Halloween, read Asylum for the thrill of being frightened and enthralled – I dare you.
World To Come ~ “We look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come.” – Nicene Creed. In the middle of a zombie apocalypse, a group of survivors leave what’s left of civilization behind. With Florida in the rearview, they begin their journey toward Alaska. Five thousand miles with the undead.
Rated: Fiction M – English – Adventure/Horror – Edward, Bella – Chapters: 2 – Words: 9,728 – Reviews: 385 – Favs: 486 – Follows: 721 – Updated: 10-20-13 – Published: 10-12-13 – id: 9759063
Nothing says “Halloween” quite like a zombie apocalypse. Tension, fear, scruff, muscles, dirt, tough guys, tougher women – CaraNo has skimped on nothing in this brilliant beginning to what promises to be an epic gore-fest.
Bella screamed, putting all her strength into each blow, but the surface was just too small. She could barely move, cornered in an alley by three fucking monsters. Out of options, all she could do was fight with her fists to buy time until she reached a head she could drive a blade into.
She was covered in sweat and grime. The smell from the undead was revolting; nausea crept up, but as sad as it was, she was getting used to it. Her clothes were in shreds, jeans and a too-big hoodie. Hair greasy and tucked in under her shirt in a ponytail; she didn’t want to give a walker more to grab onto.
“Fuck!” she cried out and shoved her blade up the closest one’s chin. He fell to the ground with a grunt, blood and gore splattering all over. Another beast tried to claw at her, but with tears of fury and exhaustion streaming down her cheeks, she managed to push him away for now. “Seth!”
She needed her little brother to be alive. He was out there—right now, fighting. A fifteen-year-old boy…he shouldn’t have to see this. With another scream, Bella’s fist flew out, her knuckles throbbing so painfully. Her only protection was the duct tape that covered her hands. They could bite through, but it gave an extra few seconds.
Somewhere out on the street, a car alarm went off.
Bella was too busy staying alive to give a rat’s ass, but she still acknowledged the fact that the blaring noise was going to attract more walkers. “Seth!” she shouted again. Due to the rotten-smelling blood soaking her fingers, her blade almost slipped out of her grasp, and it was enough for a walker to try to take a bite outta her arm. “Oh my God!” She pushed and shoved, internally weeping…I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die…over and over. But she refused to let her weakness show.
She couldn’t quit.
It was amazing how quickly you could harden your heart and pull up armor to keep the emotions at bay.
Love it? You’ll enjoy it even more if you head over to CaraNo‘s WordPress site to see the incredible manips and banners there, made by the talented Lolypop82. She’s promised us some for every chapter. I don’t watch The Walking Dead myself, but I’ve heard it’s great, and it has to be if this story is what the show inspired!
Dark Goddess ~ A free-spirited archaeologist & a shy, absent-minded genius find a 500 year old vampire who thinks she’s a goddess. They try to sneak back to the US, teach her about the modern world, and try very, very hard not to fall in love with the Dark Goddess. OOC/AU/Rated M
Twilight – Rated: M – English – Romance/Adventure – Chapters: 33 – Words: 154,588 – Reviews: 2733 – Updated: 11-24-12 – Published: 3-28-12 – Bella, Edward – Complete
This is not an Indiana Jones crossover fic, but every time I think of it, the movie soundtrack plays in my head:
I had so much fun reading this story. It’s adventurous, hilarious, gripping and silly, all wrapped in a parcel of delicious geeky genius Edward and beautiful goddess/vampire Bella. The whole cast and crew have creative roles, especially Jake.
Jacob approached it and added his light to Edward’s. “It’s a sarcophagus,” he whispered. “I know it is. I can’t believe it. Fuck me, I can’t believe it!” He traced his fingers over the carvings and a look of determination crossed his face as he swung his bag off his shoulder.
“Jake, what are you doing?”
“I’m opening it.”
“No, no way.” Edward extended a hand to grip the bag. “Jacob, stop and think for a moment. We don’t know what’s inside, what condition it’s in. Exposing it to air – ”
Jacob’s jaw clenched. “I’m opening it. I have to. I can’t leave without knowing if I was right.”
“You can’t use a crowbar on this, Jake, it’s just wrong. You’re an archaeologist, for Christ’s sake, not Indiana Jones!”
Jacob whipped off his t-shirt and wrapped the end of the crowbar to avoid chipping or scratching the stone. He wedged the crowbar into the rim under the lid at the narrow end and shoved. The lid lifted slightly with a puff of air, scented luxuriantly with that rich, spicy smell. Edward filled his lungs and bent to help Jake slide the lid down safely. Like entering the temple itself, if he couldn’t talk Jake out of it, he’d do all he could to lessen the consequences. They slid it down a few feet and then shone their lights inside.
“Holy fucking moley,” Jacob said mildly.
“I .. can’t … believe …” Edward gaped in shock.
A perfectly preserved woman’s body lay within.
The whole supernatural world, Lissa Bryan-style, is to be found in the Dark Goddess. There are elves – quite freaking scary elves, too. Vampires have their own laws, and Aro is not the usual suspect (a reason enough to read the story in my book). If you want to enjoy Halloween but aren’t in to horror at all, you can still join in by reading this story.
If you have the stomach for it, you can read two versions of Dark Goddess. There’s the original which seems to have some sort of Edward/Bella/Jake three-way thing going on. *Shudders* Or if you get squicked out by that sort of thing (like me!) you can stick to the version posted on Fanfiction.net. There are lots of options. You can read the story, see the pictures and read a Q&A on Lissa’s Blogspot or her Facebook page; you can read her original version on TWCS; or go the traditional route and read her here story here:
*Reviews by Cared*
Don’t Fear the Reaper ~ Halloween in Philly is a month long affair. Edward is hunting among the freaks and geeks on South Street when he spies her. Traditional vampires, very mature content. OOC Edward.
Rated: Fiction M – English – Supernatural/Romance – Edward · Bella – Words: 9,581 – Reviews: 56 – Favs: 131 – Follows: 79 – Published: 10-16-10 – Status: Complete – id: 6402561
Javamomma0921 gives a warning that Edward is a traditional vampire who hunts humans, a premise that may offend some who should not read on, but if you find dark traditional vampires hot, then proceed. I hesitated for only a moment before reading on.
The only thing that was different about South Street around Halloween was the costumes. Even they weren’t terribly different from the outlandish things the regulars usually wore … just more honest. It was as if the freaks took the masks off around Halloween and let everyone inside their twisted heads. Not that they could ever hide from me.
The locals here knew how to draw out a party. In the weeks before All Hallow’s Eve, they’d host party after party just for an excuse to drink and grind, dress up and then get naked. I couldn’t blame them either; Halloween was a damn fine holiday.
I could usually blend into the sea of humanity fairly well, despite being cold, sparkly, and undead. But I refused to put on fake fangs or dress up just to fit in. I shrugged past the humans as they glanced leeringly at my beat up leather jacket and torn jeans. I looked the same tonight as I did every other night. And though it drew more attention to me, I wasn’t bothered by their glances. They would never truly guess what I was.
I wouldn’t classify the 21st century as my favorite century—a vampire just didn’t get the same respect today as he did in the sixteenth or seventeenth century—but modern times had their perks. For instance, my red eyes used to be a dead giveaway to all the superstitious bumpkins walking around. When I’d slip and let them see my eyes, I would be forced to make quick work of killing them before they did something foolish like raise a pitchfork army against me. Now, no one gave me a passing glance. Colored contacts were all the rage, and people just took me for an eccentric.
I also had to give modern times major “props” for the sexual revolution among women. That had been quite useful to me. Constantly being forced to woo my prey for months at a time before getting them naked bored me. I often bit them before I got all I wanted from them. The game was much more efficient in the present day. It took me a week at the most before these modern beauties were writhing in my bed, begging me to fuck them senseless. And I did … though likely not in the way they expected.
Tonight, I was hunting. The humans looked at me, drawn to me despite the terror coiling in their stomachs. I could see it in their minds, the fleeting fear that they pushed away as quickly as it came. Their patent denial of their natural instincts was so useful to me. It was almost too easy. When I found my target, I didn’t have to worry about fear driving them away. I didn’t even need to work for them. I simply stood and stared … they always came to me.
Javamomma0921 also tells us her Edward is out of character, and that is true in relation to his diet and the complete lack of guilt for his blood-sucking ways, and indeed, his attitude to women. But when this Edward and his 400-year-old, cold dead heart meets his Bella – quite a mysterious and self-assured lady – he loves her every bit as much as Canonward loves his. Don’t ask me to explain why, but that fact alone allows me to gloss over the taking of human life and wish him an eternal HEA. Okay, I admit it, Edward being so thrilling, primal and sexy helps too 😉 What a sucker I am for a dark, hot Vampireward – no pun intended.
And now for something completely different…
Murder at Masen Manor ~ Four friends, a creepy ghost story, and a haunted house come together to create a night one of them will never forget. Halloween o/s
Rated: Fiction M – English – Mystery/Humor – Bella · Edward – Words: 12,033 – Reviews: 50 – Favs: 134 – Follows: 38 – Published: 10-31-10 – Status: Complete – id: 6442753
This spooky story gave me whiplash! Honestly, I vacillated between being scared and holding my breath as I read frantically, and giggling like a sugared-up schoolgirl.
I hate horror movies.
I hate all things creepy, spooky, macabre, disturbing…
I pretty much hate anything and everything that can be associated with Halloween; spiders, ghosts, goblins, witches, ghouls, skeletons, gore, bats, webs, hockey masks, zombies, vampires, and last but not least…
How the hell did I get roped into this?
“Edward,” I whimpered, squeezing my boyfriend’s hand tightly as he slowly navigated the truck through the overgrown path and fog that was so thick it hung like impenetrable curtains around us. The screeching of the branches scraping the sides and roof of the truck, as we pushed forward at a snail’s pace, had chills running down my spine and gooseflesh permanently marking the skin over my entire body. “I hate this…you know I don’t like spooky stuff. Do we have to do this?”
“Bella…” His laughing voice trailed off as he squeezed my hand back and shook his head at me. “It’ll be fine. Emmett and I used to come here all the time. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Mmmh Edward, why don’t I believe you?
I fancy SparklingTwilight stirred the perfect portion of essential into a bubbling cauldron: a vial of great characters, a touch of creepiness, a pinch of fun, and a sprinkling of romance to produce Murder at Masen Manor. I doubt she followed a spell book though, just her own inherent skill at storytelling.
I felt I was sitting around a campfire inhaling the heady scent of wood smoke, while a lone eerie voice cut through the night air as the firelight flickered scarily across their face, and every gust of wind was hand of the undead – ghosting across my back. Oooh, I’m as bad as Bella for being a wimp and for getting carried away…what did this terrifying tale do to me? LOL
*Reviews by Midnight Cougar*
Halloween, also known as All Hallows’ Eve, is a yearly celebration observed in a number of countries on October 31st. It’s well-known for its haunting and ominous imagery, and for those of us who enjoy a damn good horror tale, it presents the opportunity to read the creative and daunting genre of horror-filled, suspenseful writing. So, in keeping with that scary theme, today I bring you two tales of death, but in two totally different presentations!
Master of Puppets ~ I’m pulling your strings. Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams. Blinded by me, you can’t see a thing. Just call my name, ’cause I’ll hear you scream. A collab between darkNnerdy, Livie79, and Raggdolly.
Rated: Fiction M – English – Horror/Suspense – Chapters: 6 – Words: 6,041 – Reviews: 89 – Favs: 32 – Follows: 65 – Updated: 10-23-13 – Published: 10-18-13 – id: 9774726
This haunting collaboration between master storytellers darkNnerdy, Livie79, and Raggdolly is one that will make you shiver and shake, one that epitomizes the theme of thrilling blood and guts horror at Halloween, and one that will have you anxiously waiting for updates to see what the man behind the mask with the bloody machete…will do next!
Silver moonlight sliced through the trees, casting long shadows that danced over the leaf-littered forest floor. In a clearing, among the deafening sound of thousands of crickets, stood a man. The blade of his machete glinted in the moonlight. Dark red blood dripped from the tip and splatted onto the dried leaves below. He exhaled heavily, his hot breath billowing up in a fog as it hit the crisp night air.
His eyes narrowed behind his mask as he stared at the cabin across the clearing. The lights were out, and to anyone passing by, it would seem deserted, empty. But he knew better. She was inside. The only one left of her ten person group who’d decided to take a last minute camping trip before the weather turned cold. …
He stood over her, a sinister smile gracing his lips that were hidden behind a blood covered mask. With one last satisfying glance at her blood-soaked body and mangled blonde hair, he waltzed out of the cabin and toward his home. There he would wait, hidden in the shadows, until the next group of unfortunate fools decided to go camping.
Less than a hundred miles away, Bella threw a duffel bag into the back of her jeep and slammed the door closed. Grabbing her best guy’s hand, she flashed him a warm smile and pressed her lips to his. “Is everyone ready?”
He grinned and tugged her closer. “Yeah, we’re taking three cars so no one is crowded. Are you sure you’re up for this?
Nodding in reassurance, she slipped behind the wheel. “Yeah, baby. Of course. I love camping.”
*raises eyebrows* ‘Cause, yeah, you know what is happening next, right? As Bella and E (maybe Edward?), Esme and Carlisle, Kate and Garrett, and Angela and Ben – a group of good friends looking for some partying time away from real life – make their way to these ominous cabins in the “beautiful” woods. They have no idea what kind of frightening fun they’ll really have or what in fact awaits them…
Checking herself over in the mirror, she [Bella] grabbed her phone and headed for the other cabin.
When she pushed the door open, she was assaulted with Kate’s drunken giggles. “Bella, tell E that I can totally out drink him.
Falling onto the couch beside him, Bella gave Kate an indulgent smile. “E,” Bella said, her tone serious, her expression blank. “Kate can totally drink you under the table.”
The room was silent for a moment before everyone double over with laughter. Drinks flowed and stories were exchanged. The light, happy atmosphere a stark contrast to the evil lurking outside the windows. The man moved without sound from vehicle to vehicle. Cutting wires and ripping cables, he disabled their vehicles one after the other.
His hot breath fanned around his masked face like a puff of smoke as adrenaline coursed through his veins. Satisfied, he slipped through the cover of trees and to his home. Once inside, he fell onto his sofa and closed his eyes. He thought about all of the blood he would spill, the pain and death he would cause. Running his thumb over the blade of his machete, he smiled when skin split and warm blood ran over the shiny silver surface. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted their blood.
And he would have it.
*shivers* And you will be shivering too, I can guarantee it! I read all six chapters in one sitting; I couldn’t stop, even though I was scared as Hell… The spine-chilling sense of suspense, of what will happen next, does not disappoint in this disturbing yet captivating tale of death, blood and gruesome murder! Enjoy! *grins evilly*
For more “creepastic news,” Master of Puppets chapters, and also daily Halloween flash fic prompts and related storytelling, visit The Unholy Trinity’s blog: http://theunholytrinityofhorror.blogspot.ca/
Edward lives a lonely existence in his career as a mortician. Will a chance meeting with a certain brunette bring all of his fantasies to life? Rated M for hot, funeral home lemon! E/B O/S
Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance – Edward, Bella – Words: 6,744 – Reviews: 21 – Favs: 48 – Follows: 14 – Published: 05-13-11 – Status: Complete – id: 6988512
What’s one of the things we think of most when considering Halloween? Yes, dead people and funeral parlours, and that’s exactly where this little one shot it set…in The Cullen Funeral Home. Edward has been the “owner and operator of The Cullen Funeral Home for a mere decade, not one hundred years” and as he tells us, now that he’s buried all his family, that at the age of twenty-nine, he is “all alone in the world,” well, except for, “the dead that passed through my doors,” he says. I know it sounds like a morbid and sad tale – but then this is Halloween, right? *wink* – but have no fear because “Bella. Bella Swan” is here to breathe new life into Edward’s dull and lonesome life…
Her hands fluttered nervously as she dug into her briefcase. Withdrawing a stack of business cards, she pushed one across the desk. I reached for it as quickly as I could, ensuring another jolt when our fingers touched. I couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off my face that stayed put longer and longer each time I touched this fascinating woman. Reluctantly, I looked away from her to the card. It read, “Til Death Do Us Part.”
“It was Alice’s idea. I worry it might be a little tacky. I mean, who wants to hire a wedding planner with a name like that, I know. Like you just started your new life together and if you book your funeral when you put down your reception hall deposit, you get half off your casket. I mean, we don’t have that sort of a deal… but I just feel like it’s a little callous. Sorry. You don’t have to take those. I realize it’s a little silly.”
I refused to let her take back the stack of cards that were on my desk.
“No!” I practically shouted as her hand tried to tug mine free from the pile. She jumped in surprise at my tone. “I mean, no, it’s really a great idea. Of course I’ll hand out your cards. A lot of people could use some guidance when it comes to funerals. More than I can give them anyway. Besides, you seem like you’d be really good with people.”
There was that blush again. “You don’t seem so bad yourself.”
“When you spend your life living above a funeral home, you become a little reclusive. A little out of touch.”
“Not to me.” She spoke quietly and I felt my heart and cock lurch at the same time.
Oh, yes, LOTS of things cum, I mean, come to life in Edward’s funeral home showroom, and maybe even a fantasy is lived out on top of a “mahogany casket,” by the end of this humourous, somewhat strange, and quirkily romantic *lol* tale!
‘A Journey into the Dark & Twisted Twific- Contest’
All 10 Horror/Suspense entries are in, and voting is over, with winners being announced October 30th, but if you want some truly Dark & Twisted fics, love gore and the thrill of hide & seek… Well you’ve come to the right place!
Dark and Twisted Contest (FF.net)
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