KAY!! i'm medium bordering on shortish height, blonde (ish pinkish orangish), freckled, bispecticaled (means i wear glasses), and I laugh alot. like, when there's absolutely no reason to be laughing, i'll be cracking up.

and i'm pretty much always super hyper *bounces away*

Sounds great, now pick a door.
The left is wooden oak door kinda like the one from Narnia.
The right is metal door that goes WHOOOSHH like on Star Trek.
Pick just one and it will help me decide something about your placement in the story.

wooden door cuz Narnia rocks (even though the end of the books was kidna corny...though they do all die at the end which is amusing) and the ice witch lady is awesome

Coolness, then you should be seen in either the chapter tomorrow or the next one. It depends on wether I choose to use the prewritten chapter 5 or not.
And the ending was corny, but I still feel bad for the dwarves.

yah....i liked that father time stood up and thats what ended Narnia. anyhooo....i hope you choose the one that will take the quickest to post (yeah bad grammar, but i'm getting tired)

um...
im gonna PM my details, cuz if i post them, people kinda know what to expect...
oh, and do i have to pick a door too?

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Originally posted by doormouse:
Yeah, I am in need of a few extra characters, however, I make no promises of anybody "getting" any of the band. The story is less interesting if everyone is hooked up and happy.
Anywho, here is chaptah 4. I have a possible chapter 5 typed up already but I still don't know how I feel about it.

no probs i don't want a band member... will send me details

Yeah, both of you pick a door too.
And here's your chapie! Soon to be some confrontations with Panic.

Chapter 5: Not Even A Big Mac Can Save You

Lily's POV

The first time I met Brent was when I was first starting out in this business, the year, 2005. Pete introduced us because he believed I would need help if I planned to stay alive and not undead. (Because he did such a good job of that himself!) He used to be close friends with Brendon, Spencer, and Ryan. Jon wasn't apart of the picture yet and I wish he weren't, that's just one more for us to stake. Brent is the only person I've ever known to be capable of understanding the complex minds of Panic At The Disco. Partially because he has been hunting them for much longer than Terra and I. Brent is one of the best as far as vampire hunting goes. As far as driving goes, well that's another story....
"You got four tickets?!" I laughed loudly as he entered the warehouse.
"And at that McDonald's I had to bribe the tow truck dude with 6 big mac's and my chocolate shake." Brent said grimly. He put his coat on the hanger and then followed me to the living room.
"You could have tried seducing him Brent, what with your dashing good looks." I joked and did an eyebrow wiggle.
"I'd rather not find out if the big, burly, and rather frighteningly hairy tow trucker is gay." Brent grimaced. I took the chance of having him here with me to get a good look at him. He tends to change his appearance frequently so he won't be too recognizable by any one person.
"Seriously though, you clean up good. I can see you've lost that tummy you had a few years ago." I commented smiling at the fact that he finally had a decent haircut and looked all around better.
"Running from legions of ticked off vampires will do that you. You just haven't made enough big kills yet to let things change. You'll see how tiring it is once one of them decides they want to see you struggle, when they decide to turn things around, when they fear being staked so much that they fight back, when one decides that you're so vicious a killing machine that they want you for themselves instead, and that's when you're the hunted." Brent lectured and I instantly felt like we had a student-teacher thing going on.
"Okay Confuscious, before you lay down anymore wisdom do you have any idea how we might find Terra?" I asked with concern lacing my voice. I stared at Brent, he frowned for a moment and looked down at his shoes. They were bright red chucks and at the moment they seemed to be more interesting to him than all the vampires in the world. Then he looked back up at me and smiled.
"I think it's a trap." Brent grinned.
"You think that Brendon set up a trap for a trap?" I stated lamely while plopping down on the couch. I still hadn't cleaned up all the glass mess so little crystal like shards littered the area beneath my shoes.
"Pretty much. I think he will tell us how to get there soon enough, or leave us a rather kind clue as to where they are. Though I'm a little unsure about wether this is something just Brendon is doing or if it's a group effort. I still don't know much about that Jon character. Got anything on him?" Brent asked while tugging at the ends of his shirt.
"Yeah, Jon doesn't like fighting for himself. I don't know if it's because he's a bad at fighting or if he just doesn't like the idea of breaking a nail. So since he doesn't do much dirty work I'm going to go ahead and tell you that he's probably got lots of connections." Stated simply.
"Interesting. Jon could lead us to more vampires if that's the case." Brent said while pulling out some papers from his back pocket. "I doubt the Jon fellow is the one who's leading this whole plot against you since you seem to have stronger connections with Brendon and Ryan. Speaking of which, it could be Ryan leading this whole mess." Brent said looking over the papers.
"What does it matter who's leading my downfall as a hunter? We stake the four of them and it's no longer an issue who it is." I stated swiftlly, then I looked to Brent's hands. "What are those?" I asked, pointing to the papers.
"Lists of places we might want to check out for possible vampire hideouts. Panic could be in anyone of these or even somewhere else." He said absentmindedly.
"Well, then again, I suppose these don't matter much. Sooner or later they will get bored with waiting for us to come to them and give us a push in the right direction. All we have to do is wait it out." Brent said and got up from the couch. He walked over to the broken window and laughed at the shotty job I did trying to tape it up.
"Care to tell me why Panic has gotten so fixated on you two lovely youn huntresses." Brent said turning and give me an eyebrow wiggle. My eyes got as big as plates as I realized what he was implying.
"They aren't lusting after us like rabid dogs, Brent. They just probably want us eliminated, like you. I mean trying to cut a girl in half with a chainsaw is a real charming way to tell her your feelings but I doubt there are any." I responded already knowing that I didn't like where this conversation was going.
"That, was Terra and Brendon's little shindig. I personally heard a little rumour about how you and Ryan's battle went." Brent walked back over to me and sat on a broken piece of the coffee table in front of me. "I'm just wondering if it's true." Brent winked. I glanced out the at the taped up window.
"I heard that in this epic battle between one of the now most well known vampire covens and six unbelieveablely brave or stupid hunting groups, that a certain male vampire tried to make one of the hunters into his own. I just want to know if Ryan tried it. He always did fall hard for a girl, hard enough that he'd do anything to keep her with him." Brent whispered and began rolling up one of his sleeves.
"How dare you even suggest-" I stopped mid sentence to look at a strange black mark on Brent's forearm.
"I wasn't kidding about what I said, you know that you're in trouble if they love you. It means that you the hunter, and they the hunted, have switched the roles. When you're the hunted you will be marked and sought after completely by this vampire." Brent whispered and touched his mark lightly. It was an odd combination of a circle with lines crossing through the middle of it that lead out to become wings.
"There's this vampire lady after me now, she can find me using this. I have to leave where ever I am every so often but it's enough to keep her away. She's afraid that if she gets too close to me that I'll do something drastic like try to kill myself to avoid her." Brent laughed a little. Then, he looked back at me in the eyes.
"Do you have a strange symbol anywhere on you? Did Ryan do anything to suggest that he might be in love with you?" Brent asked looking at me seriously.
"That night in the mansion," I sighed knowing that Brent would be pissed off at me in a moment. "He bit me."

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dun dun duuuun..... OMG that was awesome! where did he bite her? what happened? I simply MUST know!

All is revealed in due time, but right now it's too soon, oh and THERE MAY OR MAY NOT BE A CHAPTER TOMORROW.
I have to go to a school football game tomorrow to see this boy that is taking me to Homecoming play in the marching band on the field. He plays the tuba but he's so skinny that I'm surprised he can hold it.

skinny dudes are alway like really strong. my cuosin is skeleton boy, but when we fought with sticks he broke mine in half. i laughed really hard, cuz like five minutes earleir he'd told me to stop hitting so hard. anyhoo....i hope there's an update tomorrow.

errr... i pick the wooden door...
to much metal is not very atractive to me, unless its chains

woah... cool. um......I pick he metal door that goes WHOOOOSH! i'm so easily entertained+ i like noisy things lol

Okay so sorry for no updates this past weekend. I had a VERY busy weekend and my school dance got postponed due to Hurricane Ike, which both pissed me off and made thinking of anything to write difficult. Anywho, here's yo chappie.

Ch.6: Isn't He A Charmer

Generally I think I'm a smart person who knows how to handle herself. I also think I can take care of almost anything, I mean once you've registered the idea that vampires and creatures of the night exist, and you fight them, wouldn't you think that you can do anything? Well I must tell you, I am. Horribly wrong. The one thing I could not handle was Brent's complete fury. I mean it's like I need a muzzle for this dog because I might get rabies from how crazy he can get.
"HE BIT YOU!" Brent stood up and shouted at me. "HOW ON EARTH COULD YOU LET THAT HAPPEN?!"
"It's not like I walked in to Pete's art room, looked at Ross and was like 'hey Ryan wanna try and to get in my pants while drainin' my neck?'" I stated lamely. Brent so far wasn't taking the news very well. I'd tried to play it down but he refused to let it go very easily, I knew the consequences of letting this happen but I really couldn't stop it from happening.
"You do realize what this means." Brent said looking at me with a glare. I shrugged not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I knew that I had fucked up.
"You have to stake Ryan fast. He's got a hold on you now. How the hell did you even get out of there without him turning you if he did well enough bite you?" Brent asked with an eyebrow raised. I rolled my eyes, I really didn't like this part of the memory of that night...hell I don't like any part of the memory of that night.
"Ross made with the bitey-ness, I managed to regain enough control to throw him off. He made with the bloodlusty and when he thought he had me cornered and I somehow managed to tap into those self-preservation instincts that we all got and hauled ass out of there." I replied looking annoyed. Brent continued to stare like there was something missing but by now I didn't care. He was being frustrating and I was tired.
"Interesting, I've never actually known someone to get away from a vampire after they have already gotten their fangs into you. I mean, I've read books and theories about the effects of what this could have but no substantial evidence has ever presented the chance for possible confirmation to me before." Brent breathed out in an amazed voice. However, this deeply annoyed me. Here I was having gotten God's worst form of a hicky and he was acting like this was an experiment for the science fair.
"I am not here for you to find out the effects of a vampire's bite on a mortal. We kill Ross and there won't be any effects." I mentioned glaring at Brent. He glanced at me and nodded, he was thinking deeply about his whole thing. Then, he looked up at me and his face got that lightbulbish look to it.
"Fine, I'll call in a friend for this job. She's a vampire like Pete, on ourside. She's kinda crazy and hyper but she's good and understands vampires." Brent explained. I thought about this for a moment, I didn't really like working with vampires too much, I never feel like you can really trust any of them, except Pete. Because hell hath no fury like a Peter Wentz scorned.
"Fine, but if she even starts to seem suspicious, I'm staking." I said simply. Brent smiled at me and pulled out his cellphone.
"Hey Maggie, yeah I need you to come down and help a friend and myself out with somethings. Yeah it's a vampire problem. A major one. No, your mom is a major one. Cool, yeah Vegas, some warehouse, just follow my scent you should have it memorized by now. Kay, bye." Brent closed the phone looked at me lazily. I raised an eyebrow.
"Soooo.....can I see your bites?" Brent asked, his voice barely containing his excitement.
"I swear your like a kid on christmas Wilson, fine, but only because I know you'd find away to see them reguardless of whatever I say." I said while pulling at the color of my black converse shirt.
"Amazing," Brent remarked as he stood up and stared at the bites. "This is truly incredible."
"Brent, they are two holes in my neck, sometimes druggies like your mom get them too, not that big a deal." I said beginning to feel like my personal bubble was being waaaayy invaded.
"Hey, my mom is not a druggie, and they are a big deal, you have a mark surrounding them. I guess you couldn't see it before. Hmmm...." Brent started working those gears in his head again. "Must mean Ryro luuuurrrvvvvvssss youuuuu!" Brent did an eyebrow waggle at me.
"Ew...vampire affection, gross as cooties and higher chance of dying from it." I mumbled. This was not a good day. "So what does the mark look like?" I asked feeling curious. Brent just smiled at me and shook his head.
"It's very Ryan, makes me think of the good 'ol days back when we were friends, but I think you should wait and let Ryan tell you about it before you stake him in the heart, thus ending your dramatic fairytale of a dark love that is not meant to be." Brent said sighing and falling on the couch. I gave him a look. He rolled over on his back.
"Go to sleep, Blue. I know I'm hot but staring at me while I rest on the couch won't make me sleep with you." I could hear the grin in Brent's voice. I smiled feeling irritated.
"Interesting proposition Wilson, but actually I was noticing your taste in boxer, I must say, Pikachu? How unoriginal of a pokemon can you choose?" I asked while exiting the room and heading down the hall. The last sounds I heard from Brent were of him swearing as he flipped off the couch and onto the floor in a desperate attempt to pull up his trousers. I laughed quietly as I ascended the stairs to my room. I laid down on my bed and thought of Terra. Soon we'd get her back, all she had to do was stay not dead until Brent's friend got here. Then, we could go take on Ross and save her. I'd kill Ross as soon as she was safe. He'll get staked and....I'll just...dust...
"Why do you do that?" A loud voice in my room asked. I bolted right out of my slumber and reacted instantly, I grabbed the stake under my pillow (Mr. Pointy), and flipped off the bed.
"Who the hell are you. What are you doing in my room?" I demanded to the darkness.
An alluring voice that made you feel almost sleepy responded in a casual tone, "why I'm simply watching a lovely lady as she rests."
"Well I don't appreciate being watched by creepers who sneak into my room and act like 50 year old myspace pervs. No, actually I find that both creepy and frightfully disgusting, I actually think I may go throw up in the bathroom after I deal with you." I responded searching for the direction of the voice.
"Calm down dearie, we wouldn't want you to hurt yourself. I was merely trying to understand your brilliant unique...ness." I heard a slight shuffle and suddenly saw two piercing gray eyes watching me from the darkness. "My name is William, I am quite honored to meet such a beautiful huntress. Perhaps in the future we'll have the chance to become better acquainted. Maybe like you and the rumoured Ryan Ross have. He does have good taste in girls, not only are you lovely but you smell absolutely delicious." My eyes bulged. I was talking to Beckett. Pete's arch nemesis. His rival, the vampire that has escaped all of Pete's attempts to kill him and landed me in one that almost ended with me dead at the hands of Ross.
"You're doing it again." Beckett noted like with a slight click of his toungue. I furrowed my eyebrows, what did he mean?
"What do I mean? Well isn't it obvious, you always have this awful habit, this awful habit of returning your thoughts straight to Ryan Ross. You haven't even actually seen him for a month and yet you think of him nonstop. It's a little obsessive don't you think, love?" William said with a grin that allowed his white teeth to shine out in the darkness.
"I don't know what you mean." I responded venemously. Now he was on my shit list. He was going down. I gripped my stake.
"I wouldn't do that, love. You have such a pretty face, even in the dark, I'd hate for you to ruin it with something like cuts and bruises." Beckett warned. I death glared the darkness. DIE STUPID VAMPIRE!
"Exactly why we're ruining your's." I shot back and jumped across at his eyes, aiming my stake for right between them. Now boys and girls, this idea seemed like a fairly good one at the time but you see, I sometimes forget that I'm a short little girl who's only good for her temper and her mouth. Just as I was landing into Beckett, he grabbed both my arms, squeezed them until I dropped the stake, and then quite painfully placed them behind my back.
"I think, I like you." William commented in a cheery tone.
"And I think you're a disgusting pig but that doesn't seem to make you go away so I gues we'll both just have to live with our losses and move on." I sighed like it was a sad thing. The asshole tightened his grip on my arms.
"Hmm, I think I'm going to keep an eye on you, you're so different. You don't even shy away from my teeth, you're either brave or dumb. I can't decide which. It's quite lovely really." He whispered with a smile evident in his voice.
"Flattery will get you and Mr. Pointy better acquainted, he's the only man I need." I responded. "And he's quite possessive."
"Hmm, well I suppose we could just try getting rid of him. Then no one will have to worry about how possessive he is. That sadly, is a job for another day. I do believe that you dear should get some rest because Mr. Wilson is quite alarmed by my presence in your home and is listening at the door for the right moment to come in. So, I'll be off now and I hope we get to spend more time together later." William said and turned to my window, he gave me one last grin to show off his fangs before he jumped out of my window. Successfully breaking the glass. Perfect, one more broken window for me to scotch tape up.

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"Your mom is major" lqtm that made me smile.

and why do vampires like her so much??? it would be kindof annoying.