Game of Thrones

So, yeah I know it's been a while!

And for those of you who are following this to keep up with my fanfiction I am sorry, but life just got in the way. Hopefully I'll be reaching some kind of normality within the next week or so and should get back on track with the writing etc!

Now, onto what I REALLY want to blog about!

Game of Thrones is a new-ish show from HBO and it is FABULOUS. It has such a great cast and a great story. It hooks you like a dumb fish and reels you in without protest. Here's a trailer for you:




I have read the first book so as to be able to compare it to the series and apart from a few liberties here and there that you would expect a TV show to take the likeness to the books is remarkable, they really stick very close.

I finished the first book within a week, a record for me considering that I'm in University exam season and the book was huge! I really mean it when I say I couldn't put this down! It's nearly onto episode 7 but if you can watch it I really suggest you do!

Oh and another interesting fact, most of it is filmed in Northern Ireland, just around the corner from where I'm living at the moment, and I didn't even know until about a week ago! How amazing is that? So, I've sent away a few letters offering myself as an extra for series 2. I know my chances are pretty slim, but it would be so amazing to be a part of something this epic that I couldn't resist. Besides, I've got nothing to lose by submitting myself.

So, that's it from me. I hope you're well. I also seem to have one follower! Hello! You are most welcome, hope you enjoy my ramblings!

Sarah xx

My Angst Soundtrack

Angst, it's always in stories. You see it while a character is pacing up and down a room pulling their hair out over what seems like an impossible impending desision. That's angst.

When the two main love interest characters are in their "I hate you!" "I hate you too!" stage of their relationship, which can be seen in any Mills and Boon book, while their lust for each other bubbles away under the surface; that's angst.

Any kind of heated argument: Angst.

Here are some of my favourite songs for writing theses gritty parts of stories:

Blood On My Hands - The Used
The little goth girl in me still loves these guys.



Psycosocial - Slipknot
Pretty heavy, even for me. Although I'm told this is 'light' by their usual standards!



Love The Way You Lie - Eminem ft. Rihanna
Really can't get enough of this at the moment. Brillant piece for when one of your 'bad' characters is a bit of a masochist.



Make Me Wanna Die - The Pretty Reckless
Kick ass is an epic movie. Taylor Momsen gets some crap but I think this is an awesome song.



Taking You Down - Egypt Central
My cousin introduced me to these guys and I just love their music!



Bury Me Alive - We Are The Fallen
Evanescence wanna'be's but still, I quite like this song.



Going Under - Evanescence
The original Queen of Angst. Amy Lee is a legend.

Prince Of Persia - Movie review and One shot

So, although I'm up to my neck in University exams, I still manage to find the time to write. I don't know how this is possible, but apparently it is!

It always happens around exam time, I don't know why, but the writing part of my brain just goes into overdrive and I can't concentrate on anything because these characters in my head just come alive. I'm always daydreaming, but it gets ridiculous around exams. My current daydreams of choice are that of the recent (2010) Disney action film Prince of Persia: Sands of Time.


This was originally a game, which I've played numerous times on numerous platforms and I loved the game, so I couldn't wait until the movie came out! Unfortunately I never got to see it in the cinema, because of a mix up with dates and the fact that it didn't do quite as well as Disney had hoped. I managed to catch it online, but have since bought the DVD because I thought it was completely epic!

Although some people don't like this because, well, because they're hard to impress. Disney have a habit of turning out their live actions in much the same way they do their cartoons. Think Pirates of The Caribbean, with someone else playing Jack Sparrow, because let's be honest, Jonny Depp brought that franchise to a whole new meaning of Epic.

So, if you don't mind being picky about highly unrealistic story lines, then check it out! For the girls you get to gawp at a majorly buff Jake Gyllenhaal. Lads, you can check out Gemma Arterton who's just flawless, and I love everything she's in. There's also the small matter of Ben Kingsley, who does a great baddie. Personally, I think it's worth a look!

BUT - let's go onto the story. Although I'm making my way through a full length story, I did happen to write a little short story. The film starts off with Jake Gyllenhaal's character, Dastan, being adopted from the streets of a Persian city by the King after rescuing his best friend. The film then jumps to 15 years later, where the friend he rescued is his right hand soldier. However, I got an itching to write what happened immediately after the adoption and here it is:

Friends Forever

Silently, the little boy wept.

He was cold, he was hungry, but most of all he was alone.

The noises of the night were so much more frightening when there was no one else beside you. Every little scratch and scrabble of a mouse, or a bat, sounded like some evil being lurking in the darkness, waiting to devour him. He huddled up even tighter and clamped his eyes shut.

This used to be their den. It used to be their palace, where they sat and talked about all the marvellous things that they would do when they were grown. It was built with love and friendship, from a patchwork of cloth.

Now, in the cold and dark, he could see it for what it really was; a shabby tent of rags stolen from unguarded washing lines.

Blinking back tears, Bis heard another sound, and winced automatically. He wanted the noises to stop, so that he wouldn't be frightened any more.

"Bis!"

The boy's heart began to pound thunderously. It was the shadow demons, he was sure of it. They'd come to take him away to the place where all street boys who disappeared went to.

"Bis, are you there?" the voice hissed again. With recognition, Bis looked up, to the voice that was calling from above.

Leaning over the roof of the building beside him he could see a shadow against the inky black sky. Although the voice may have sounded ghostly, it was certainly no spirit calling him.

"Dastan!" he cried for joy as he saw the outline of his dearest friend.

The boy on the roof swung himself over the edge with no fear, and landed with a comfortable flump onto the pile of rags.

Bis flung his arms around his friend.

"I thought I'd never see you again," he cried in elation, "I thought the King had taken you as a slave, or to be hanged, or… or…"

"No!" Dastan laughed, "Bis you'll never believe what happened! I don't even believe it."

"Tell me!"

"Well… I think the king has… I think he's adopted me."

Bis was stunned. When you see the King's brother taking your friend off on his horse, this was the last thing that you would expect.
"What?"

Dastan heaved a long sigh, before beginning his explanation.
"The King has told me to call him father. He's also told the Princes, Tus and Garsiv, to call me brother. Tus, he's older than me, but he's been very friendly to me, showing me where everything is. I don't think Garsiv likes me very much though, he keeps hitting me when he thinks no-one's looking, but someone always is, and he gets into trouble. Oh and I have a room, all to myself, with a big bed, and lots of new clothes and…"

He trailed off. Bis wasn't looking at him anymore, instead, he stared off into the distance, with an ugly scowl on his face.

"What's wrong?" Dastan asked gently.

Bis sniffed back more tears, but instead of sorrow, they were tears of anger.

"I thought you were dead and I was all alone. But you're not dead, instead you're now a Prince."

He spat out the word 'Prince' like it was a foul taste on his tongue.

"I… I thought you'd be happy for me…" Dastan said in a disappointed voice.

"You come here to gloat, and you want me to be happy for you?" he demanded.

"I'm not gloating!" protested the adopted prince, "Bis don't you know what this means?"

"That you're going to leave me, all by myself on the streets?" the boy muttered bitterly, "We used to be a team. You and me against the world, right? You promised me we'd be friends forever."

"What are you talking about? Bis, I'm not going to stop being your friend just because King Sharaman took pity on me. Tus told me that when I'm older I get to have soldiers and I get to fight in wars like all the knights in the stories!"

"I still don't get it," Bis sulked.

"You can be one of my soldiers! You'll get train with swords, and fight wars!"

"Really?"

His eyes began to sparkle as all the jealousy and anger melted away.

"Really! You'll be my best soldier, and then you'll become really important and have soldiers of your own, and live in the palace too!"

The grin on Bis' face stretched from one ear to another as he thought about it.

Suddenly, Dastan stood up.
"Come on!" he said, "Let's go to the palace now."

"Are you mad?" Bis asked disbelievingly, "I can't go in there!"

"Sure you can. I'll just tell them you're with me. I can go anywhere I like in the palace and I can bring whoever I like."

"I don't know…"

"They let me eat whenever I want. I just call for someone and they bring me food."

The deal was sold on the single mention of food.
"Let's go," Bis said eagerly.

In the palace, Dastan was still a novelty. Sharaman's wives fussed over him, pulling his hair and wiping dirt from his face. Except one, who looked at him like a bug that had crawled out from under the carpet.

The guards, though they laughed at their new prince, let him and Bis through the gates. They didn't even stop to question why the little prince had been out so late, and how, in fact, he had managed to get out.

In the kitchens, Bis' eyes were as wide as great clay plates as he stared at all the food. He stuffed his face with as much bread as he could, a hunk of cheese, a slice of meat and some fruit that, although he'd never seen before, tasted heavenly. He finished it all off with a glass of watered wine which still made his head feel a little funny.

When they'd finished eating, Dastan wanted to show Bis all the rooms in the palace, including his room. They were walking down the great corridor, when around a corner, they practically bumped into King Sharaman and Nizam who were talking about whatever it is adults talk about. Bis made a little noise that sounded like a mouse that'd been stepped on.

"Dastan," Sharaman spoke, with an air of a parent that's caught their child making mischief, "Who is this?"

"His name's Bis, sir," Dastan replied politely.

"It's nice to meet you Bis," the King replied, then he turned and looked very seriously at his new son.
"Now Dastan, I know you think you're doing a favour, but we can't have you brining in every urchin you find."

"But Bis is my best friend!" the prince protested.

Sharaman looked at the two boys.
"Alright, we'll make an exception for tonight, but just this once."

"Actually," Nizam interjected, a knowing look on his face, "I believe the stable boy took fever and died only a few days ago. I don't think they've found a replacement yet. Should I go and have a word with the Horse Master?"

Sharaman looked at Bis thoughtfully, with a corner of his mouth turned up in a smile.

"I think that would be a wonderful idea, Nizam."

The two boys looked at each other and beamed.

If you want to see some more of my stories, only about Prince of Persia at the moment, but I plan to get some other's up when I have the time to write them: go to, http://www.fanfiction.net/~woffles92

New Year's Writing Resolutions!

So I'm hoping to get a few things done this year in the way of writing!

1) Finish my Prince of Persia Fanfic.

I've only started it, but I've already been uploading it to Fanfiction.net If you're interested in fanfiction and that sort of thing for movies, tv shows, games, books, then that's your best bet! I wonder what the word count on that site is! There are literally hundreds of thousands of stories, so the word count would be well into the millions, maybe even billions!

If you're interested in the Prince of Perisa fic, then check it out here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6590275/1/Vengeance

I have every intention of finishing this, even though I can never guarantee that. But I have two weeks after my exams (Which start the 10th January, and I'm messing around with Fanfiction, am I insane? - Probably.)

2) Finish Avatar fic. I started this well over a year ago, and was uploading it, again, to Fanfiction.net but a lot of things got in the way. There was A levels, Part-time job, boyfriend and a whole bunch of other stuff and I just couldn't fit it in. But I have over 25,000 words written on it and I'm hoping that I can pick it back up, finish it, and post it up so that all the people who were reading it will finally get some closure! I'll give it a try in my two weeks off.

About those two weeks off. Have you ever been to a really big Library? I have, the one at my University is huge, and it has loads of snug little corners which I can secret myself away in to get writing done.

I love the Library, I find it so easy to work there! So once all the hard exam work is done, I'll be taking myself there every day to work on my stories!

3) Get another chunk of my original novel done. I'm already three chapters into this Medieval based story, but as always the fanfiction voices in my head got in the way as they demanded that their story be told. What can I say, the characters that I fanfic about have such large personalities that they dwarf my own humble creations.

So, three new years writing for you! Let hope I stick to them!

Oh, and I now have started my personal twitter again. You can follow me @Woffles92

Dreaming...

Another place which inspires me is my dreams.

Some people have crazy dreams about flying in a plane made of jam and watching your Aunt Bertie juggling potatoes or something weird like that. Some people don't dream at all.

My dreams tend to be epic. They feel like movies sometimes, and with a little re-working some of them could make pretty awesome stories.

I used to have a dream diary where I wrote down all the dreams which I could remember (because, I can't always remember them, just the extra epic ones!) but I've lost it :( I'm going to have to start it again with another notebook...

Do you dream? What about?

Happy Christmas!

A quick hello to all my readers on this lovely day!

I hope you all had a wonderful day wherever you were and whoever you spent the day with. I spent the day with my mum, dad, gran and grandad and some cats. I got some lovely things and we ate some lovely food! (My mum is a bit of a genius!)

I got the Pillars of the Earth DVD set as a present so I'm immensely happy that I don't have to wait for hours for a megavideo to load every time I want to see it! I also got some nice pens (I love pens... it's kind of a weird obsession) to write with!

I've done it again of course, and found another something which I've fallen in love with, and that is the movie: Prince of Persia!

Jake Gyllenhaal is FITT (the extra T is for emphasis) and I just adore Gemma Arterton in anything she's done so far! This really isn't a good thing as I have University exams coming up in two weeks which I really cannot afford NOT to work for! I'm already about 3 chapters into a fanfiction, which I'll post a link to here if anyone is interested when I do start to post it. Hopefully I can effectively balance the story with my revision.

Hopefully this is only another of my 'phases' and when I've got the story written and out of my system I can return to my original novel!

Boy do I like to keep busy!

Merry Christmas, and God Bless!

Sarah

My Fanfiction History - The Tokio Hotel Year

Next up we have that rather strange German Pop/Rock band, Tokio Hotel.

I don't know what it was, but I saw them on TV in September 2007 and just fell in love, especially with Bill, the lead singer. I thought he was beautiful!


My first fanfiction about them carried on my trend of being unbelievably predictable and silly. It was based around the twins (The one with the black hair and the one with the dread locks in the picture are indeed twin brothers...) who moved to England to complete their school education. (Why I have no idea, but it meant I could write it in English, instead of German). So the main girl in it, she was again, bullied and horribly mistreated by her fellow classmates. She almost went as far as throwing herself off the roof of the school (Which matched the title of the story and one of Tokio Hotel's songs: Don't Jump). But of course this handsome, foreign stranger came to her rescue (Bill) and there began a beautiful adventure of Exams, general school drama, and then she joined the band in Germany for a tour. It all came full circle when she rescued Bill from a roof contemplating suicide after she left him for a misunderstanding.

Oh, how deeply emotional and complex my characters were. Look! They felt so bad they were going to kill themselves!... >_>

Sample:

“Please don’t do this,” begged Bill, tears in the corners of his eyes.

“Bill, let go please,” I whispered softly, lowering my face, unable to look him in the eye.

“Not until I get a face to face explanation.”

“I said what I needed to say in the letter.”

“Then say it again, and say it to my face,” he shouted, raising his voice.

“Fine!” I snapped, “Bill I need to get away. This is just too much for me. I’m going to go insane!” Being mad at him was impossible; I softened my face and put my hands on his cheeks.
“I love you, you’re my world, you’re my everything, but I just can’t cope with all the other crap.”

“Ok, then we delay the tour and take a holiday,” he suggested, trying to rationalise things.

“No Bill, you don’t get it. It needs to be away from you. If you come, then everything I’m trying to escape from comes too. I just need a break, without you.”

To my surprise, he nodded in understanding.
“You’re coming back though?”

I didn’t answer, just looked down at the ticket in my trembling hands.
“Emilie, you’re coming back aren’t you?” he repeated, his voice more urgent.

“I don’t know,” I whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.

“You’re… you’re not coming back are you?” he asked, his voice breaking as he choked up.

“I said I don’t know,” I shouted desperately as tears poured down my cheeks, “Bill, my flight, I have to go.”

“Emilie, tell me you’re coming back,” he pleaded grabbing onto my arm again as I tried to leave.

“I… I can’t.”

He let go of my arm. I was trembling, I hated myself for what I was doing to him. I was tearing his heart out and stamping on it. Unable to bear the tension between us anymore, I whispered a goodbye softly and turned to go. Once more he grabbed my arm and spun me around. His lips crushed against mine and I melted. He was crying too, I could feel his tears mixing with mine as we kissed. I couldn’t take it any longer. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away, breaking the kiss.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I turned and ran towards the gate. I heard him call out my name behind me but I refused to turn around. I couldn’t look at him anymore; my heart couldn’t take much more.

Oh how my heart bleeds... Actually, on second thoughts I don't think it's that bad when it's out of context. In reality their conflict was very petty and fuitile and wouldn't have amounted to that level of drama. One good thing I learnt from this though, was how much I enjoyed writing in 1st person. It gives a really good perspective for emotion and you can really get into it, especially as a writer.

Next I wrote a shameless self insert, which for those of you who don't know is where you put your actual self into the story, not as a character, but just plain old you! Only I wasn't so plain. I was a musician and our band was at the EMA awards in Munich with Tokio Hotel. At the after party we all become the best of friends, and that's when the Eco terrorists attack! MWHAHA. Yes. So terrorists attack, holding us 'celebrities' hostage. Oh the fun. Then we try to escape all James Bond style, because the story would be boring otherwise. Oh, and I made a pretty picture to go with it!



Published: 17th April, 2008. Read it here

Exert:

The blanket that had been around my shoulders slipped, and the cold wind made me begin to shiver instantly. I broke the kiss and bent down to pick it up. When I stood up, something in the distance behind him caught my eye. I looked past, him at the shadowy figure that was standing several hundred meters behind us, squinting to get a better look. Something sliver glinted and my heart jumped as I realized what is was and who was holding it. Bill looked around too.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

“Move!” he yelled pushing me away, causing me to fall to the floor. A gunshot pierced the night air, and I saw something small and silver pierce the back of his chest and exit the other side. His hands flew up, clutching at his chest as he gasped in a breath.

No, not Bill.

“Bill?” I asked shakily. He didn’t reply, just looked down at his chest, and removed his hands. They were covered in his own blood. He looked over at me with wide eyes.

“Help!” I screamed, as he fell to his knees, making choking noises in his throat, “HELP!”

Figures began running over as I too fell to my knees. In the darkness, I could see the stain on Bill’s t-shirt spread. I took off the blanket that had been around my shoulders and pressed it tightly against his chest in a desperate attempt to stem the bleeding. I lifted up his head and wrapped my free arm around his shoulders, holding him as he shook, gasping breaths as a horrible rattling noise emitted from his chest.

I had watched enough horror films to know his lung had just collapsed and that was the horrifying rasping noise was the sound of air escaping through a pool of blood. Suddenly, the hand I was using to hold the blanket to his chest became warm and wet. The blood had already soaked through. That was far too much blood, far too much. I bit my lip fighting back tears as I stroked his head softly, running my fingers through his hair.

“It’s going to be alright,” I whispered, trying to sooth him, “Just hold on Bill, hold on.”

I smiled down at him as tears streamed down my cheeks.
“You can’t leave me now, we’ve only just met,” I laughed, trying to keep my spirit up.

Don’t leave me. Don’t leave Tom. Don’t leave Tokio Hotel. Just don’t fucking leave.

“You think I want to leave?” he chuckled in reply, but even that was difficult as he winced with the pain. His breathing had slowed and become much shallower. The rattling noises from his chest were significantly less. Was that good or bad?

He lifted his arm up and stroked me cheek. I grabbed his hand and held it there, letting my tears mix with the slowly drying blood on our hands. His hands were like ice, they had been so warm only moments before.

“BILL!” screamed Tom as he ran over. He was the third person to fall to their knees. Tom wrapped his arms around Bill, cradling him, tears pouring down his cheeks. I released my grip on Bill, letting his twin take over.
“No, Bill, my brother, my baby brother, don’t you f-ing die on me,” sobbed Tom. It truly is a heartbreaking sight to see an almost fully grown man cry.

Georg managed to prize a reluctant Tom off, so that the paramedics could take Bill away as quick as possible. Tom was inconsolable, screaming insults at Georg to let him go. I stood up and looked around, tears falling down my cheeks. Lucifer was, still lurking in the shadows grinning psychotically. I pointed a shaky finger his direction as I felt my sanity slip away.

“You f-ing b-stard,” I screamed. All reason had evaporated as I started walking towards him. Rosie, who had followed Tom over, grabbed the back of my t-shirt to stop my attempt at madness.

“Let go,” I hissed viciously, as my face drowned in the tears I cried. I turned back around, and stormed towards Lucifer. The police had noticed Lucifer, and were running over to restrain him. There were yells for me to stay back, but my anger had made me deaf to all sense.
“I’m going to kill you!” I screamed, “I’m going to rip you limb from limb, I’m going to…”

I didn’t hear the gunshot, but I felt the bullet. I put my hands against my middle in instinct. Pealing them off, I saw my hands were covered in blood, and this time, it was my own. Three policemen were restraining Lucifer, pinning him to the ground, wrestling his weapon off him.
“Sarah!” screamed a voice behind me. I couldn’t turn around. I was completely numb. I don’t even remember hitting the ground.

So I killed Bill. It was one of the hardest decisions of my life but I did. Too long had my stories ended with a happy ending. It was resolved of course, with a memorial concert thing. I still get messages from small girls telling me how much they cried. Its flattering, but when they start yelling at me, telling me that I can't end a story like that, I get pissed. Never mind!

So, next I jumped on the vampire band wagon. It was about the time that twilight was beginning to pick up some steam, so I wanted to try and get in before it got old (which inevitably it has!)



It was called Tango Of The Moon. I'm quite pleased with the title. For once I had the title before I had the story. I quited liking this one, I can see where the vampire appeal comes from, it was real good fun to write!

Published: 12th June 2008 Read it here

Gingerly, he placed the smallest finger of his right hand into the glass and screwed his face up expectantly as he brought it to his mouth and licked off the gooey red substance. Bill began to splutter as soon as it touched his tongue. There was no mistaking that for anything else. In those glasses was blood.
“That’s real Tom!” he cried, furiously wiping his tongue with the sleeve of his t-shirt, backing off from the table with haste.

“You’re lying,” accused Tom, narrowing his eyes.

“Go try for yourself then if you don’t believe me!” replied Bill sharply, his voice breaking in places from fear. Hesitating, glancing once more at his brother, Tom dipped his finger into the other glass, brought it out again and licked it. His eyes grew wide and he spat it back out on the floor.

“No way...” he breathed, staring at the glasses with a mixture of fear and confusion, “There’s... that’s... oh my god.”
Tom glanced over at Bill who had retreated to the back of the room and was now spreading himself against the wall, farthest from table. Tom could see that he was trembling, like the temperature in the room had suddenly plummeted.

“Bill...what’s the...”

Tom trailed off as he noticed Bill’s face. He looked positively terrified, like he’d seen a ghost or something. He began tentatively walking towards Bill, his brow furrowed in confusion. Bill’s chest was heaving as he breathed in and out deeply. Tom could sense his mounting panic, but could not comprehend why. Suddenly, Bill glanced up from where he had been staring at the floor and looked at his brother. Tom let out a cry and scrabbled back from him across the aged floorboards. Bill’s eyes were not their usual brown, but a frightening crimson.
“Tom...” pleaded Bill, his voice pitiful and scared, “Help me.”

Aw. Poor boys all turning into vampires and what not. I may make these little sarcastic comments about the stories, but I'm still very proud of them!

Next was the one that shot me to momentary fame! But first I need to explain some back story! Fanfiction is heavliy influenced by "slash" which is where two characters of the same gender are paired romantically together. I don't really like this, my romantic heart is in boy/girl pairings. Maybe its my religion or maybe its just me, but that's all I can write. I don't have a problem with the people that do, it's just not my style.

HOWEVER, when the 'slashing' involves the TWIN brothers, it just crosses so many lines that it's just wrong. And this is what dominated the site where I wrote my stories. 'Het' fics (boy/girl pairings) were quite uncommon, and I was the proud owner of one of the only popular het fics around that time!

Anyway, here's the story synopsis: How far will one magazine go to get their story? HiGoss is a cheesy and trashy tabloid. When the scandals won’t happen, they find alternate means of getting their stories, at whatever the cost. Alannah Starr works for HiGoss, and has been assigned to write an article on Tokio Hotel. The catch? She has twenty-four hours to frame Bill Kaulitz as a playboy. Alannah has to break the mould, and get Bill to have a one night stand with her.

The banner:



Published: 29th of July 2008 Read it here

Exert:

In that instant the spell was broken. The reflection in the mirrors on the outside of the wardrobe showed two people, yet I only recognised one. I was a stranger to myself. Then, all the guilt hit me like a train and instead of the heat of passion, I felt a nausea creep up into my stomach. I wouldn’t ever be able to look at myself in the mirror again, to live with myself knowing that I played the key role in destroying the life and reputation of a perfectly innocent and decent guy.

I couldn’t do it.

“Bill,” I gasped suddenly, “Bill stop.”

He halted his kisses and straightened so he was looking down at me, his brown eyes confused and concerned.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.

He was searching my face for an answer. Words caught up in my throat.
“I...I’m sorry,” I managed to croak out, “I can’t do this.”

He looked at me and after a moment gave me a small and sympathetic smile.
“It’s alright,” he whispered softly, “I understand.”

I should have bitten my tongue, swallowed the words down but I found them come up like vomit.
“You don’t understand,” I exclaimed suddenly. He looked at me strangely.

“What’s the matter then?”

There were many things I should have done at that moment in time, for one, I should have left having kept my mouth shut. It would have been so much simpler if I had just put my t-shirt back on and left the room, keeping him ignorant. However, that’s not the way events unfolded. I wasn’t sure if I was stupid or just naive but I found myself compelled to listen to the little voice in the back of my head that was whispering to me, convincing me that everything would work out for the best if I told the truth, if I confessed to him. After all, honesty is the best policy. Right?

“Bill,” I began, the words catching in my throat, “I...”

Every part of me was shaking.

“I’m being paid to do this,” I blurted suddenly, unaware of where the words had come from. All emotion left his face as my words sank in. Bill, who up until now had been on his hands and knees above me, crawled backwards to the end of the bed where he sat up over his heels, his eyes never leaving mine.

“What?”

I let out a long breath before starting the explanation.
“The interview,” I panted, my furiously beating heart leaving me short of breath, “It’s fake. I’m being paid to sleep with you and then write about it.”

His face darkened with pain and anguish.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed, the look on his face breaking my heart.

He remained silent, no longer looking at me. Slowly he got off the bed, to his feet and walked over to the window. He stared out of it for what seemed like an age.
“And Christian?” he finally asked.

“T...taking photos... from the hotel across the street to p...prove it,” I stuttered against the cold that I suddenly felt, his warm and soft body now painfully far from mine.

“Bill...” I began, trying to make sense of everything in my head, “I never meant... I...”

I stopped as he held up a hand to silence me. Turning from the window, the look on his face cut through me like a thousand knives. The warmth and compassion that I’d seen in them all day were gone, to be replaced with ice cold, angry eyes.

“Get out,” he hissed.

Ooooh the suspense. This wasn't meant to be a big and popular story, in fact I wrote it as a side project from this big sci-fi epic that really didn't get picked up at all. I abandoned the sci-fi in favour of a sequal to this story, seeing as it was so popular, and I'd fallen in love with my original characters.

Summary: Alannah and Christian are back for round two, only this time, they’ve got themselves into a spot of bother. They’re jobless and have been cast out into the harsh world of freelance journalism and are struggling to keep their heads above water. Bill makes them an offer they literally can’t afford to reject. Bills solution proves invaluable and things look like they’re on the up. However, the past is not easily forgotten. Once Bill and Alannah were burned by the flames between them, now, both are reluctant to step back into the fire.

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Published: 27th of September 2008 Read it here

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Bill was late. Not overly late, only by fifteen minutes. I knew I would have to make allowances for his hectic lifestyle, but he had said that today was his day off. Maybe Tom had turned his alarm off and he had overslept. That would be one of the most likely reasons. But then he would have called to say he would be late. Bill wasn’t the type to stand anyone up for a date.

Then, I knocked myself around the head. It wasn’t a date. It was simply two friends meeting up for a perfectly innocent cup of coffee in a perfectly innocent coffee outlet.

Fed up with waiting and the girl asking me every two minutes if I was ready to order yet, I got up and joined the queue. When I got to the front, I predictably ordered a Vanilla latte and handed over my credit card. I hated paying for things on the card, but with so little money around, I never had any cash in my purse and had to pay with the card. I placed it into the little slot and waited for the screen to come up telling me to enter my pin. I waited, and I waited. The girl at the till apologised and tried the card again, cleaning the chip. This time the screen for the pin came up and I entered my pin.

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Would you believe me if I said it was only a coincidence that it was Bill’s birthday? In my defence it’s an easy pin to remember.

The little card device started to beep and the girl at the till snatched it off me. I wondered for a moment if I’d entered my pin incorrectly. Then she took the card out and handed it back to me, shaking her head.

“Your card’s been rejected,” she said plainly.

I could feel the colour rise in my cheeks as I was thoroughly embarrassed. Fumbling with my purse I opened the coin department and emptied it out onto the counter trying to see if I could scrape together enough money. The business woman behind me sighed loudly and began to tap her shoe impatiently as I counted out the money. I was one euro and fifty three cents short of my coffee. I had never felt so humiliated before as I gathered up the change and put it back into my purse, muttering apologies.

A ten euro note, accompanied by a hand landed on the counter.
“I’ll pay. Give me a mocha while you’re at it.”

Looking up over my right shoulder at the gangly six foot something I smiled in relief. The smile quickly faded as Bill took off his sunglasses, revealing a very serious look on his face.
“Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?” he asked bluntly.

That was the last full Tokio Hotel story that I wrote. I did start another one, less romantic more action, based on the movie Taken with Liam Neeson, but I never finished it because of lack of enthusiasm!

So. That was the rather long trip through my Tokio Hotel year! I hope you enjoyed it. Next up is my very brief love affair with Avatar!