The Vampire Blade (story.)

[Hatter Blade]

Oh come on, Blade! You always say you know what you're talking about when it comes to writing, but we haven't even seen any of your writing! If you think you're good enough to give critique in the manner that you do, then show us your writing.



Vampire Blade stood at the window, looking out upon the smoldering ruin of Wondertropolis through the red stained glass. He chuckled softly to himself; what a splendid job he had done. Succeeding in killing Queen Alyss with a single bite, draining her sweet, warm blood from her neck as she moaned in agony, unable to do anything, helpless. It had been so... pleasurable.

So pleasurable, yes, watching the life drain from her body as her eyes rolled back into her skull, as her tutor’s lifeless body lay sprawled on the table, a sword jammed into his chest.

The vampire turned from the window, his black cape flaring out behind him as he spun, and he walked down the corridor. His footsteps echoed through the ruby hallway has he made his way to his personal dining room, joining in with the sound of distant screaming and thunder from outside as he went down the obsidian floored hall.

Keeping a fist in the pommel of the sword at his belt, Blade couldn’t help but grin and expose his fangs. As he passed by a mirror, he held the pose and laughed at his nonexistent reflection.

...Taking over Wonderland had been so deliciously easy.

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The Alyssians were outnumbered.

They all came at once; snarling, fangs bared and claws ground sharp as they flung themselves at the chessmen and the general. Savage, maniacal beasts they were, and the Alyssians had had no choice but to retreat into the Everlasting Woods, where now, the trees were silent...

There were no trees. The trees that were left were burning, smoldering and smoking.

General Doppelganger, leading what was left of his battalion, coughed and squinted his eyes, peering through the thick smoke. They were there, but only as shadows, flashing around them, crashing through the foliage, encircling their prey.

They wanted to scare.

The Rook and Knight came up behind the general, equally coughing from the smoke. They glanced around at the dead, blackened foliage. Several skeletons, garbed in ripped and bloody Alyssian uniforms, were halfway buried in the sooty floor.

“General,” said the Rook, “I don’t think there’s anything left that we can do. The Queen is dead, and the rest of the chessmen...” he glanced behind at the rest of the squad, most of which were coughing and wheezing with their hands on their knees, weak from exhaustion.

The Knight nodded. “General Doppelganger, we don’t even have the Millinery anymore. Slaughtered, captured, or turned into one of them...”

The General sighed and rubbed his forehead, passing his gaze over the battered remainder of his troops. “I am well aware of the situation, men. But we cannot give up; the sake of White Imagination still depends on us, and we will fight until we can fight no more.”

The Knight and the Rook lowered their heads.

They knew what they had to do.

“Prepare your men for battle,” Doppelganger said. He split into the twin figures of Doppel and Ganger, and in synchronization, both of them drew up a sword from its scabbard, the metal ringing in the air.

Around them, the fleeting shadows could taste the blood far before it had yet to come.

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Gripping his top hat in his hand, Hatter Blade flicked it and whipped it into his oncoming aggressor. It snarled and fell to the hard asphalt as the curved blades were embedded deep into its chest; it fell forward and lashed out with its claws at the last moment, striking the Milliner across the arm and tearing through his uniform.

Blade staggered backward but caught himself. It lay dead before him, its straggly brown hair splayed out around its head.

After being chased for several days, the Milliner had seen no rest. With Wondertropolis turned into a city of raving, savage creatures, there was no safety; Milliners were hunted down first, because they were the only soldiers trained enough to be able to slay them.

Or so they thought.

With a boot, Hatter Blade nudged over its body to retrieve his hat. Its dead eyes were a bright crimson and glowing. It was a young male, only looking around nineteen or twenty. With its unnaturally pale skin, Blade considered it to be possibly related to the albino species, although he highly doubted it. Bending down, he grabbed his top hat blades from his chest, jerked them out and flipped it back into the innocent orange top hat.

He kicked the beast again, cursing it for destroying his life.

For destroying the Queendom.

For destroying the Millinery.

... For destroying Wonderland.

The blond haired Milliner plopped his hat on his head and set out to the end of the alleyway. He paused and looked down both ends of the grimy street; the blood-red light shone down from the moon, just as it had during Redd’s thirteen year rule.

But this is worse, Blade thought, frowning. This is much, much worse. It's... terrible.

A snarl from behind him.

The Milliner spun around, activating his wrist blades and backpack, a hand at the brim of his hat in the ready position.

The creature was standing on its feet, licking the blood from its claws, grinning and exposing its sharp teeth.

That’s... that’s impossible!

“You should know better than that, you foolish mortal,” it hissed. “Vampires cannot be killed by your petty weapons of steel and iron!”

With that, it launched itself at the Milliner with an unnatural speed. Blade jumped out of the alleyway and into the street in an attempt to sidestep it, but it was no use; it was too fast. It rammed into him hard, slamming the breath from his lungs and pinning him to the ground. The vampire straddled him and leaned down low into his face, snarling, cold saliva dripping down onto the Milliner’s neck and rolling down the side of his skin.

“I’ve never had Milliner blood before!” the creature growled. “What a pleasant surprise!”

With a grunt, Blade jammed his wrist blades into its side and simultaneously jerked upward, smashing his forehead into the creature’s nose.

Crunch.

With a howl, the creature’s hands flung up to its face and it launched itself backward off of Blade, who leapt up and grabbed his hat, taking off down the street at a high paced sprint. He frantically glanced around, looking for an escape.

There was none.

Behind him, the vampire had stood up and reeled unsteadily on its feet. “I CAN SMELL YOU!!!” it screamed after him.

Blade kept running, without glancing behind.

There was only one place left he knew he could go to.

[Hatter Blade]

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A pair of boots clinked on the obsidian tiled floor. Through two panels of the wall, the bloody light shone through thick grey clouds and streamed into the room. The windows were on panels alternating with other panels made of stone, and on each of the stone panels was an alcove with chains. There were only two occupants, however; the light shaded everything with a red hue, which the vampires found most pleasing.

“Why hello there!”

Hatter Chez jerked his arms, struggling to break free from the iron cuffs his wrists were bound in. The skin on his forearm was rubbed raw and bloody from endless days of captivity. He had been stripped of his entire Millinery uniform, and he hung against the cold stone wall, bare naked.

“I suppose you’re hungry!”

Chez didn’t answer. He wanted to get out. He glanced down; the cuffs on his ankles were not as advanced as the cuffs on his wrists, yet they were still stained as bloody as the other cuffs from rubbing on his skin.

“Oh, are you not hungry? Well, that’s perfectly okay, because I am very hungry!”

The man was in front of him now. No, not the man; the vampire.

He was neatly dressed; he was garbed in a polished, black leather amour that clung tightly to his skin and showed the contours of his chest and abdomen. Over that was a short, vest like coat, unzipped; it was a deep shade of purple, and clipped to his shoulders, a black cape hung down behind him. He wore black, boots with more straps than a belt bazaar, and strapped around his waist was a belt the width of two, dark navy, with a highly decorated sheath dangling from it by a gold chain at his side. To match his boots, he worse black leather gauntlets over the purple sleeves of his vest with just as many straps.

Vampire Blade looked up at his prisoner and smiled. He could smell the sweet scent of the blood pulsing through the veins in the Milliner’s neck, and it was even stronger in the vein on the inside of his thigh. He grinned and ran a tongue around the outside of his mouth, eagerly licking his lips, thinking about which would be more tender and sweet to bite.

“To be, well, straightforward,” the vampire began, fingering his lip, “I’m going to go ahead and tell you what I’m going to do.”

Chez glared at the vampire from beneath the overhang of his black bangs. “I don’t want to hear it,” he said. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you aren’t Blade.”

Vampire Blade unsheathed a jeweled dagger from the side of his boot and flicked a stray part of white hair from out of his face. “Oh really. Blade. Hmm. Who said I was this Blade person to begin with?”

“You look exactly like him.”

“Even the eyes?” Vampire Blade batted his eyelashes at the chained up Milliner.

“No,” Chez said between clenched teeth, scowling. “His eyes aren’t savage and bloody like yours.”

The vampire smiled. “’Savage and bloody’? Oh, why thank you! Anyways, I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do, if you don’t mind. I think it will be quite exciting myself, to put it simply...”

Clink! The Milliner jerked his legs free of the iron clasps and harshly kicked the vampire in the face, sending him staggering backwards.

Vampire Blade caught his footing, and as he slowly drew up his head to look at the Milliner, he laughed and laughed and laughed.

“Oh dear me,” he said, gasping for air, “Look’s like you’re a feisty one! Hahaha! I like that!”

Chez gritted his teeth as the vampire laughed. Suddenly, Vampire Blade’s expression changed and he was glaring, cold and hard, his eyes dark and menacing.

“I'm going to eat you now,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

The Milliner froze as the vampire marched up to him. Paralyzed by his piercing gaze, Chez could do nothing but stare at the dagger in his cold, pale hand. Vampire Blade placed the blade on the Milliner’s abdomen and sawed downward, carving off a strip of flesh, peeling his skin as easily as a carrot.

Vampire Blade laughed as the Milliner screamed and cried out, kicking.

Carrots.

“HAHAHA!!!”

He jabbed the dagger deep into the flesh, placing it there like one would place a needle into a pincushion, and he unsheathed his sword. With the metal still ringing in the air, he slashed at the Milliner with a quick one-two and his legs dropped to the floor, a fleshy thud sounding through the dining hall as they landed on the tiled floor. Blood pulsed from the slowly dying flesh.

The vampire licked the blood from the sword; it tasted... metallic.

“Oh,” he said with a frown. “Oh, how interesting. How disgusting, I might add. Dear me, this won’t work at all. How disappointing.” He spat onto the floor and glared at his bloodstained sword as Hatter Chez moaned in agony.

Blade turned and screamed down the hallway. “SERVANT!!”

From the shadowed corner of the room, a young girl in her early teens stepped up to the vampire, her head tilted downward, hiding her scowl underneath her homburg. “Yes, my Lord?”

Vampire Blade reached out with a curled claw and caressed her cheek. “Dearie, I know how much you want to cut me right now, but you know that I’d kill your father if you do,” he said in his suave voice. “In the meantime, why don’t you clean up this mess. I’m going off to find someone else to eat. Milliner blood is so unappetizing...”

She smacked away his hand and looked up at him with a glare. “As you command, my Lord.”

He smiled at her... enthusiasm, and chuckling, he walked past her and patted her head. She jerked away from his touch. The vampire kept walking, laughing, turned to the right and continued off down the hall. His laughter continued to echo throughout the dining room and the hall after he was gone.

Homburg Molly stepped up to Hatter Chez, and she averted her eyes and looked down; she’d rather look at his severed, bloody legs then at his...

“Homburg Molly,” he gasped. “Homburg Molly. Help me.”

“I...”

“Please,” he whispered.

Molly closed her eyes and flung a dagger, piercing him in the forehead, silencing him and ending his agony. She clenched her teeth and she watched the rest of his blood drain from the severed ligaments on the floor, flowing down into a drain underneath his body.

Doing her best not to cry from her overwhelming want of vengeance, Molly turned her head and looked behind her.

On the opposite wall, between the two full-wall panels of red, glass stained windows, chained up and in his full Millinery uniform, was Hatter Madigan. He was unconscious, and his breathing came with much effort; dried blood caked the side of his head from where a nasty gash had been dealt.

“I’ll get you out of here,” Molly said through a tight jaw, fingering the outline of her father’s top hat blades in her pocket. “I’ll save you, Dad.”

...Because if she didn’t save him soon, he was going to be next.

[homburgmolly_fan]

Blade.

You're like, so disturbed. XD



So where's the rest of it, gosh darn it????

[The Hattertant]

Oh gosh, I can hear YOU Blade, all over in this story. It's just your voice, I can hear you. Does that make sense? It just sounds like Hatter Blade wrote this story. Like... eeeeeaaahh!!! It's YOU!

...Vampire Blade is wierd. But kind of cool. He's interesting. XD

[homburgmolly_fan]

But kind of cool. He's interesting. XD

Vampire Blade has a naked Milliner that he slowly eats inside his house.

He has eaten Alyss.

He has captured Hatter Madigan.

He made Molly a servant.

He hits on Molly.



He is cool HOW??????

:eek::eek::eek:

[The Hattertant]

He is cool HOW??????

:eek::eek::eek:

I dunno. Just the way he is. He thinks everything is perfectly normal but when things go wrong he's like "Hm. Wah. Oh well."

It's like people liking Redd, I suppose.

Except I think Vampire Blade is more evil. I mean, you don't see Redd eating Alyss now, do you? LOL

[homburgmolly_fan]

I dunno. Just the way he is. He thinks everything is perfectly normal but when things go wrong he's like "Hm. Wah. Oh well."

It's like people liking Redd, I suppose.

Except I think Vampire Blade is more evil. I mean, you don't see Redd eating Alyss now, do you? LOL

Indeed.

I like Redd.

But Redd does not strip people and then eat them.

XD

[The Hattertant]

Indeed.

I like Redd.

But Redd does not strip people and then eat them.

XD

LOL! Wouldn't that be so strange if she did. Eeeeiiiaah!!!!

[homburgmolly_fan]

LOL! Wouldn't that be so strange if she did. Eeeeiiiaah!!!!


Arch is dead, in that case.

Goodbye, Arch. You certainly had it coming to ya. :D

[Hatter Josephs]

Hatter Blade. I no longer think to you as a cheeto/Carrot/Mac and cheese.

That story was amazing. I'm just glad Josephs was no where near/in that story.

[Hatter Blade]

Blade.

You're like, so disturbed. XD



So where's the rest of it, gosh darn it????

Heh heh.... soon to come, I suppose.


Oh gosh, I can hear YOU Blade, all over in this story. It's just your voice, I can hear you. Does that make sense? It just sounds like Hatter Blade wrote this story. Like... eeeeeaaahh!!! It's YOU!

...Vampire Blade is wierd. But kind of cool. He's interesting. XD

... *slight smile*

[homburg_molly_devotee]

Hatter Blade. I no longer think to you as a cheeto/Carrot/Mac and cheese.

That story was amazing. I'm just glad Josephs was no where near/in that story.

No. Now he is the writing Cheeto.

[Hatter Blade]

Hatter Blade. I no longer think to you as a cheeto/Carrot/Mac and cheese.

That story was amazing. I'm just glad Josephs was no where near/in that story.

I didn't even see you had posted.

.... Thank you.

[Hatter Josephs]

I still dont like the fact that the dude holds a nude Miliner in his house,and holds HM hostige. I just hope you dont include HJ...unless you make him work WITH Vampire blade.

[Hatter Blade]

I still dont like the fact that the dude holds a nude Miliner in his house,and holds HM hostige. I just hope you dont include HJ...unless you make him work WITH Vampire blade.

Heh heh. I don't think you're supposed to like Vampire Blade's mannerisms.

[Hatter Fan]

Blade, you have a some what sick and twisted mind, and your story is cruel and gory. but its so interesting! i love it! please write more.

[Hatter Josephs]

I could care less of the tutor and Alyss...but the miliner....and hatter...and molly? You have a sick twisted mind,my freind.

[Hatter Blade]

'Sick and twisted', you both say? *subtly flicks hair away from face* Why, thank you. I guess you're in for quite a surprise one of these days...... Heh.

[Hatter Josephs]

'Sick and twisted', you both say? *subtly flicks hair away from face* Why, thank you. I guess you're in for quite a surprise one of these days...... Heh.

Why am I scared now?

[Hatter Blade]

Why am I scared now?

No reason. Heh....

[Hatter Josephs]

No reason. Heh....

Yep,still scared....:eek:

[Hatter Blade]

Hatter Blade ran through the burnt leftovers of the Whispering Woods and toward the Pool of Tears. He was almost there when-

He froze.

The lifeless bodies of General Doppel and General Ganger lay sprawled out on the forest floor, their bodies cold and lifeless, dried blood on their necks from tears and bites in their neck. Around them was a squad of Chessmen, a White Knight and Rook; bloodstains on their marred battlements, they too dead and lifeless.

Blade blinked. The air smelled of death and rotten corpses.

But they had died for their Queendom.

If I go through the Pool of Tears, Blade thought, then I might not have a chance at protecting the Queendom.

...What Queendom??

I could stay here and try like they did.

He would end up dead if he stayed.

But I can’t run like a coward. I am a Milliner and I will attempt to protect the... no... what Queendom? What is there left to protect?

Sanity.

...Sanity. What sanity?

Your sanity.

Heh heh. It’s obviously gone by now.

A rustle of leaves came from behind. Blade turned, activated his wrist blades and-

“H-Hatter Blade?”

A face peered between the leaves and, very cautiously, a Milliner stepped out of the foliage. He wore a standard black Millinery uniform and top hat, and he peered at Blade as if he wasn’t real. The side of his face had streaks of blood running down, and his left eye was stuck through with a shard of glass. “Blade, is that you?”

“Hatter Justice,” Blade said. “I... I thought you were killed in the HATBOX skirmish?”

“The HATBOX,” Justice said, his voice raspy. “I have some regeneration powers, Blade. I thought you knew that. Nasty stuff, those creatures. Here,” he held out a carton of jolly jellies to Blade. “I think these are some of the last ones left. You take them. I won’t last long.”

Blade took the carton and turned it over in his hands. “Justice, I...”

The other Milliner shook his head. “Keep them. Blade, you have to find a way to stop what’s going on. I think you’re one of the only Milliners left.”

“But there was Madigan--”

“Madigan was captured after the HATBOX was destroyed,” Justice said quickly. “I don’t know what will happen to him in the Heart Palace. The place is overrun. It reeks of blood and death, Blade, and I don’t think there is any hope left.”

Blade glanced around at the surroundings again. The smoldering forest, the dead chessmen; it was all heart wrenching. He frowned and looked back at Justice, opened his mouth to say something, but-

A shadow flashed behind the Hatter Justice. “Look out!” Blade yelled.

It was too late; Hatter Justice was snatched from behind by ravenous claws and yanked backward; a female vampire, dressed in a black corset dress with high heels, yanked Justice’s head backward and buried her twin fangs into the side of his neck, drawings her claws down and into his chest.

“NO!” Blade jumped forward with his wrist blades in front of him and stabbed them into her, drawing the blades upward and cutting the ligaments in her shoulders. She howled and stumbled backwards, landing on the forest floor, and Justice slumped to the floor.

“Justice!” Blade took hold of the Milliner’s shoulders. “Justice!”

Blood leaked from the corners of the Milliner’s mouth. His skin was ashen grey, and he opened his eyes and gaped at Blade. “Run,” he gasped. “Run, Blade.”

“I’m not leaving you here!”

“Yes, you are!” Justice said, weakly pushing Blade away. “This one will finish me off. I won’t be able to regenerate fast enough, Blade, just go...”

From the bushes, the female vampire was staggering to her feet, snarling and growling. Blade glanced at her, then back at Justice, then at her and Justice again. Then he said, “Where do I go?”

“T-The portal,” Justice whispered. “Find the portal.”

“What portal?”

“Just... go!!”

Justice shoved Blade, and he was grabbed by the female vampire and yanked into the bushes. Blade turned and ran, away from the Pool of Tears, deeper into what was left of the Everlasting Forest. The further he could get, the better; they could smell him. He would need time to meditate, to think about what to do.

Whatever it was, a portal didn’t sound anything like an immediate fix.

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“Why hello there, My Queen!”

Vampire Blade stepped up to the bloodstained throne of the Heart Palace and bowed, mocking. “I see you are having a lovely evening, Your Majesty!”

Queen Alyss’s half rotted corpse said nothing, only grinned at him with her nonexistent gums.

Blade smirked. “Lovely as ever... heh heh. Haha. HAHAHA!!!”

Laughing, he wheeled away from the throne and let his cape swoosh about him as he pranced to the nearest window; it was a glass door, in fact, and he opened it and stepped outside to the balcony, closing his eyes and breathing in the sweet scent of death all around.

“What a lovely day!” he sang, smiling and grinning. He planted his hands firmly on the white railing and looked out at the smoldering ruin of Wondertropolis, all in its hues of bloody red from the cloud clogged crimson moon-sky. In the distance, he spotted something and his expression was immediately replaced with a menacing scowl.

“Great Issa, DAMN IT ALL!!” he raged. He spun around and went back into the throne room, but he didn’t open the door; he pummeled it with a fist and smashed it apart, the glass shards flying and shattering all around.

“SERVANT!!!!!”

From the shadows stepped Homburg Molly, still scowling. “Yes, my Lord?”

“I hate how you always put a damned emphasis on ‘my Lord’, you say it like it’s a bad thing!” Blade shrieked, flailing his arms about.

“Well, my Lord, maybe you should-”

“SHUT UP!” He screamed. “Tell me, why do you think I’m not happy right now??”

“Can’t you just make up your mind?” Molly huffed.

Vampire Blade blinked. “What? Oh, forget it! You’re so useless!”

He stomped off down the hallway, muttering and growling to himself with a hand on the pommel of his sword.

Molly scowled after him. She peered out the window; yes, it was another building that was still standing. Amazingly. She glanced down the hallway again; there was no sign of the vampire. Quickly she made her way past Alyss, averting her eyes as she went, and she made it down the hallway. Vampire Blade had had the entire Palace redone to his liking; white walls with obsidian floor tiling and red stained glass windows. The entire place.

“White walls, I said, damn it!” she heard Vampire Blade screaming from far down the hall. “So when I kill some insolent fool for absolutely no reason at all, as in, for fun, everyone will know the spot where I killed him because there will be a GIANT RED BLOOD STAIN!! It will look like a gelatin on the wall, and everyone likes gelatin!!!”

Molly quietly made her way into Blade’s dining hall and across the room to her father.

“Dad,” she whispered, gently nudging him. “Dad, wake up!”

Hatter’s eyes slowly fluttered open, and he coughed before speaking in a raspy voice. “M-Molly....”

“Listen, Dad,” she said quickly. “I have your hat. I’m going to get you out of here, but I still need to find a key or something to get you down.”

“J-Just go... without me...”

She shook her head. “Just wait, I’ll get us both out of here. You hang tight, okay?”

Hatter Madigan weakly sighed as Molly ran off to the other side of the room and back down the hall, turning another corner disappearing into the shadows. He closed his eyes as a slight smile came across his face; he was so proud of his daughter.

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“WHITE WALLS!!!!” Vampire Blade screamed at the top of his lungs, spittle flying from his mouth. “I SAID WHITE!!!!”

A young male vampire, dressed in a pale blue jumpsuit with paint splatters on it, indicated at the walls with the paintbrush in his left hand. “M-My Lord, it is white, and-”

“I don’t see any white!!” Blade snarled.

“I-It is white, My Lord, it’s off-white, th-that’s the color--”

“OFF-WHITE?!?! I want ON-WHITE!!!”

“But My Lord--”

SHWOP!!! Blade swung his sword and the vampire’s head was rolling down the hallway. His body fell to the ground, limp. Vampire Blade harrumphed and frowned at the wall. “Hmph. Not even a speck of blood... oh well.”

Without bending down, he whirled his sword back down and sliced off an arm from the body. He kicked it up and snatched it, and he sunk his teeth into the wrist and sucked out the blood as he sheathed his sword.

He happily skipped down the hallway, humming a tune, the arm bouncing and flopping as it dangled from his mouth.

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Dodge Anders sped through the Crystal Continuum, and he brandished his sword—

A vampire came from behind, faster than he could slice, and it rammed into him hard, pushing him forward out of the Continuum. They were shot out of a looking glass and they landed in the middle of Wondronia Grounds, or what was left of it; it too was abandoned and the buildings and attractions crumbling, the poster of Hatter Madigan in front of the Total-ImmEx Unit crudely graffitied.

Dodge Anders cried out as the vampire sunk its teeth into the side of his neck and drained his blood.

[homburgmolly_fan]

The depression mounts.

But I know that now I am going to be yelling, "I want ON-WHITE!" at everyone every chance I get. XD

[Hatter Josephs]

YOU NEED TO KEEP WRITING THESE,BLADE!

Oh my god,I'm hooked on this.

[Hatter Blade]

The depression mounts.

But I know that now I am going to be yelling, "I want ON-WHITE!" at everyone every chance I get. XD

Heh... *subtly flicks hair from face*


YOU NEED TO KEEP WRITING THESE,BLADE!

Oh my god,I'm hooked on this.

Ah yes, thank you. Now if only you could edit your post so that you don't include the entire chapter over again.

[Hatter Fan]

wow. you are an amazing writer, Blade. i am not joking when i say you should write a novel. it would be a fricking new york times best seller. although you have this disturbing tendency to kill off the main characters...

[homburgmolly_fan]

wow. you are an amazing writer, Blade. i am not joking when i say you should write a novel. it would be a fricking new york times best seller. although you have this disturbing tendency to kill off the main characters...


As long as it's not Molly and Hatter, I'm good.

Although dead Queen Alyss kind of freaked me out, as well as Hatter Justice being pulled off into the bushes. :eek:

[Hatter Fan]

yeah, what hm_f said. if you kill molly or hatter i will kill you. they are my favorite characters, but i could care less about Alyss or (don't kill me) Dodge.

[homburgmolly_fan]

yeah, what hm_f said. if you kill molly or hatter i will kill you. they are my favorite characters, but i could care less about Alyss or (don't kill me) Dodge.

WOAH!

You're supposed to at least care for poor Alyss. :( Her being dead and propped up like a sick doll saddens me.

But don't worry. Blade won't kill off Molly. I don't think he'll do Hatter, either. Or I will yell at him so loud that his ears will ring forever. And if he hurts Hatter, then Hattertant will scream at him also. Downside to knowing us, huh Blade? :p XD

[homburg_molly_devotee]

WOAH!

You're supposed to at least care for poor Alyss. :( Her being dead and propped up like a sick doll saddens me.

But don't worry. Blade won't kill off Molly. I don't think he'll do Hatter, either. Or I will yell at him so loud that his ears will ring forever. And if he hurts Hatter, then Hattertant will scream at him also. Downside to knowing us, huh Blade? :p XD

I'll scream at him too. Me and HJ have some questions for you back at the couch. ;)

[homburgmolly_fan]

I'll scream at him too. Me and HJ have some questions for you back at the couch. ;)

*Blinks*

I only see Mara at the Couch. HI MARA!!!!!!



Ahem. Back to the point of this thread. BLADE, WRITE FASTER!!!!!!

Seriously, you guys, if I had not been pestering him yesterday he NEVER would have posted up that bit. SLOW POKE CHEEEEEETOOOO!!!!!!!!

[Hatter Blade]

*Blinks*

I only see Mara at the Couch. HI MARA!!!!!!



Ahem. Back to the point of this thread. BLADE, WRITE FASTER!!!!!!

Seriously, you guys, if I had not been pestering him yesterday he NEVER would have posted up that bit. SLOW POKE CHEEEEEETOOOO!!!!!!!!

I have other things on the top of my priority list. I apologize.

*subtly flicks hair away from face*

[Heart Artemis Hunter]

*is crying over Dodge's body* how could you???? but ... i was wondering what had happened to him.... *bursts out crying* DODGE!!!! HOW COULD YOU?!

[Hatter Blade]

wow. you are an amazing writer, Blade. i am not joking when i say you should write a novel. it would be a fricking new york times best seller. although you have this disturbing tendency to kill off the main characters...

Who says they're the main characters of the story?

This is Blade writing now, not Frank Beddor. *flicks hair away from face*


*is crying over Dodge's body* how could you???? but ... i was wondering what had happened to him.... *bursts out crying* DODGE!!!! HOW COULD YOU?!

... It happens.

Heh.

I never even said he was dead.

[homburgmolly_fan]

... It happens.

Heh.

I never even said he was dead.

Well, generally when a vampire bites you and sucks your blood, um....

You die.


XD

[Hatter Fan]

Who says they're the main characters of the story?

This is Blade writing now, not Frank Beddor. *flicks hair away from face*

oh, shut up, blade. i give you a commpliment and you pick out the only bad thing. you are so pessimistic sometimes.:p

[The Hattertant]

oh, shut up, blade. i give you a commpliment and you pick out the only bad thing. you are so pessimistic sometimes.:p

Cheetos don't see happiness in life.

XD

[Hatter Fan]

lol gothic cheeto!:D

[homburgmolly_fan]

Cheetos don't see happiness in life.

XD


lol gothic cheeto!:D

Poor gothic emo cheeto. XD

Blade is gonna go pout in a corner when he sees this, like the depressive form of junk food he is. Hee hee!!!!

[homburg_molly_devotee]

Poor gothic emo cheeto. XD

Blade is gonna go pout in a corner when he sees this, like the depressive form of junk food he is. Hee hee!!!!

Ahh... if only he was a dorito. Wait, then we would eat him!

[homburgmolly_fan]

Ahh... if only he was a dorito. Wait, then we would eat him!

Poor nacho cheese flavored Blade. XD

[Hatter Fan]

Poor nacho cheese flavored Blade. XD

poor gothic/emo nacho cheese flavored blade.:p

[The Hattertant]

Uh oh, looks like someone TOTALLY doesn't know the difference between emo and goth! There is a HUGE difference!

And I'm going to pull away now, otherwise I could spend all day ranting about that. Seriously. It makes me mad when people mix them up. Gah. It really does.


But I will say that Blade would be on the emo side. LOL. Emo Cheeto.

[Hatter Fan]

no, i know the difference. i'm just saying, he could be a little of both.:p

[Hatter Josephs]

Uh oh, looks like someone TOTALLY doesn't know the difference between emo and goth! There is a HUGE difference!

And I'm going to pull away now, otherwise I could spend all day ranting about that. Seriously. It makes me mad when people mix them up. Gah. It really does.


But I will say that Blade would be on the emo side. LOL. Emo Cheeto.

*Douses Blade in black food-coloring*

There ya go,all nice and Emo :D

[homburgmolly_fan]

Uh oh, looks like someone TOTALLY doesn't know the difference between emo and goth! There is a HUGE difference!

And I'm going to pull away now, otherwise I could spend all day ranting about that. Seriously. It makes me mad when people mix them up. Gah. It really does.


But I will say that Blade would be on the emo side. LOL. Emo Cheeto.

I DO know the difference! That's why I didn't say a gothic emo cheeto. I said Goth/Emo. As in two seperate things but a bit of both. Ha ha. :rolleyes:

[Hatter Fan]

I DO know the difference! That's why I didn't say a gothic emo cheeto. I said Goth/Emo. As in two seperate things but a bit of both. Ha ha. :rolleyes:

thank you. someone agrees with me!:D

[Heart Artemis Hunter]

quit calling him a dorito. I like Cheetos more....you know this is going to stick right blade???? Emo Cheeto.

[Hatter Fan]

here ya go blade. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9onvD6CkCvc its how to be emo!!

[homburgmolly_fan]

here ya go blade. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9onvD6CkCvc its how to be emo!!

LOL!

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

[Hatter Fan]

i know, right? there are 4. they go in this order. how to be ninja, how to be gangster, how to be emo, and how to be nerd. they are hilarious:D

[The Hattertant]

here ya go blade. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9onvD6CkCvc its how to be emo!!


LOL!

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I think I shall choose to cry. What a terrible video. I don't they have a CLUE on what they are talking about.

*puts tape over mouth to keep from ranting about stuff that people will not believe anyway*

[Hatter Blade]

BEFORE YOU READ, a quick note: I was contacted by The Hattertant several hours after I posted the second part for this story. She threw at me an interesting piece of writing she had written and politely requested that I use it in this story. I’m sure you all will recognize what part is written by her, it is rather... obvious. I was nice enough to add it as requested, without editing or cutting it. Have fun reading.

~ H.B.



Vampire Blade peered into a vast room with a large statue of a queen inside. Taking the arm out of is mouth, he licked off the blood from around his pale lips and stepped inside the room. He slowly strolled up to the statue.

“Great Issa,” he said. “Literally! Haha!”

The Issa Statue towered above him. Blade made a mock bow to the ancient Wonderland Queen, chuckling. Then he stuck the arm back into his mouth and sucked out the last of the blood, like a child drawing out the last bit of wringlefruit juice from a juice box through a straw.

Behind him, a male vampire, dressed in a long black coat and top hat, stepped into the room. “My Lord?”

Vampire Blade turned and scowled, eying the pale figure in the doorway. “What?”

The vampire at the door politely bowed. “I’ve brought you a special gift, My Lord.”

And with that, Dodge Anders stepped forward from behind, his skin pale and glistening, his eyes glowing a bloody red. He stepped forward and knelt as Vampire Blade raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Dodge Anders,” he mumbled from behind the arm in his mouth. “Eh. Alyss’s lover. How... pathetic.”

“What would you like me to do with him, My Lord?”

Blade took the arm out of his mouth; it was entirely drained and had no more interest to him. Sighing, he weakly tossed the arm onto the floor and stepped forward to Dodge, who knelt still. “Get up, you.”

The guardsmen stood up and immediately snapped to attention. Vampire Blade frowned, seeming disinterested; he stepped around Dodge and circled him, walking behind him, beside him, and then back in front, with the vampiric Milliner still in the doorway, waiting for approval or disapproval. Blade stood another moment, rubbing his chin.

“Eh, I suppose I can use him,” Blade said finally. “Stick him outside the dining room. I don’t have a guard there, and I have a feeling I’ll be needing one.”

He sharply turned his head and glared at a spot in the shadows, where there was seemingly no one. The vampire in the door bowed and then stepped forward, leading Dodge Anders out of the room and down the hall, leaving Vampire Blade alone in the room.

The finely-dressed vampire sighed. “Servant.”

Homburg Molly stepped out from the spot in the shadows he had been glaring at. “Yes, my Lord?”

“Ah ah,” Blade said, wagging a disapproving finger. “What did I tell you about that?”

She frowned. “Yeah, whatever. What do you want now.”

Blade snatched her by the collar and slammed her up against the Issa statue. “What do I want?” he hissed, leaning close to her face. Then he screamed: “WHAT DO I WANT, YOU ASK!??!”

Molly scowled. “Yeah, isn’t that what I asked?”

The vampire blinked, his expression suddenly gone blank. “...Yes.”

He gently put her down and stepped back as she huffed and readjusted her coat and homburg hat. Blade glanced at the arm on the floor, blinking as if confused. “Please clean that up, Homburg Molly.”

Without saying another word, he briskly left the room; something was wrong.

---------------

Bubbles formed on the surface of the Pool of Tears.

Sfphoosh!

A Milliner wearing a forest green coat surfaced on the pool, gasping for air. He began steadily treading water, and he blinked; he looked frantically about him, as if something were missing. Then he spotted a burgundy top hat on the surface, his eyes widened and he immediately ducked back under the water-

He resurfaced a moment later, holding another Milliner up by the collar of his burgundy coat. He dragged him to the shore and grabbed the floating top hat on the way, flicking it and folding it into a stack of blades and pocketing it. Upon reaching the shore of the Pool, the Milliner pulled up his younger comrade and frantically felt his wrist for a pulse, for anything. He closed his eyes and was still for a moment, then he took his fist and pounded it against the younger Milliner’s chest.

The burgundy coated Milliner sputtered and coughed, regaining consciousness as he vomited water. The older Milliner sighed with relief, but then immediately regained his normal stature and frowned disapprovingly.

“Rohin, I thought I told you to hold your breath when we jumped.”

Hatter Rohin, beginning to recover, coughed some more before answering. “I did hold my breath, Tock.”

“And if you really were holding your breath, you wouldn’t have drowned,” said Tock. He took out two sets of stacked top hat blades from his inner coat pockets and flicked them both simultaneously; one morphed into a forest green hat, which he placed on his own head, and the other burgundy hat he handed to Rohin. “And you used the wrong pocket. It’s the sealed one, Rohin, the sealed one.”

Rohin took his hat. “I did use the sealed one,” he grumbled quietly to himself as he fitted it back onto his head. Then he looked about his surroundings, and his eyes widened; his mouth hung open, shocked.

“Well,” Tock said, standing and looking down at Rohin. “Come on. We’ve spent too much time here already; we need to be getting back to Wondertropolis to report in. You have been reciting what to say, correct?”

“Tock,” the younger Milliner breathed. “Tock, oh Tock, the forest..!”

Hatter Tock frowned. “What about it?”

Rohin pointed, and the older Milliner looked; his expression fell and was replaced with a shock to match Rohin’s. The forest had been reduced to nothing but a charred wasteland of burnt, crisped stubs of trees and bushes, dead and smoldering as far as the eye could see.

“This... this can’t be Wonderland?” Rohin asked shakily. He stood up and stepped close beside Tock, as if the older Milliner could somehow provide protection against the horror of what his eyes were registering.

“I... I don’t know.”

Rohin tugged at Tock’s sleeve. “Tock, I-I... I don’t think this is right.”

Hatter Tock glanced down at Rohin’s hand tugging at his forest green coat. “Rohin,” he said at length. “I think... you might be right.”

Rohin and Tock both looked off to the north; Wondertropolis wasn’t even there, there were only several black pillars of smoke looming up from buildings half as tall as they used to be, their sparkling crystal foundations shattered and splintered apart.

A black shadow whizzed in front of them from the blackened bushes.

“ROHIN!!!”

Tock slammed himself into Rohin and fell flat to the ground, dragging the younger Milliner with him just as a humanoid figure flashed overhead, snarling and growling as it missed its target, splashing into the Pool of Tears; it was sucked down into the water without another sound.

Silence.

Then-

“Tock?”

“Stay quiet, Rohin.”

“I can’t-”

“Shssh!”

“I can’t breathe.”

Tock blinked and looked down, right into Rohin’s face. He froze and his eyes widened. “Oh... Oh.” The older Milliner quickly rolled off of Rohin and lay beside him, and they both glanced around at their surroundings for any signs of attackers. Rohin slowly went to sit up, but Tock lashed out with an arm and shoved him back down to the ground.

“Don’t move, Rohin,” Tock whispered, “and don’t say anything, anything unless absolutely necessary.” He activated his wrist blades, and Rohin quickly followed suit, choosing to remain silent, lest their enemies be alerted of their whereabouts.

And silent did they remain... for the most part.

[Hatter Blade]

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Boarderland.

King Arch paced his tent, back and forth, his arms clasped behind his back. Where were his bodyguards? Ripkins and Blister said they would be back in half a revolution of the Thurmite moon. The king paused in his pacing and glanced outside of the tent at his dead silent encampment. Across from his tent, one of his wives urgently hurried to shake out a rug before whisking back away inside the tent.

Whatever was happening in Wondertropolis was beginning to happen in Boarderton as well.

Arch rubbed his brow and resumed his pacing. Left, right, left, right, pace pace pace. And where had Redd gone off to with her routine? He had assumed she would be back, but no, she hadn’t returned yet.

A shuffling outside; King Arch looked up as he recognized Ripkins and Blister stepping into the tent, their faces shadowed from the sun’s light shining in behind them.

“Sorry for being late, boss,” Ripkins said. Then he smiled, Arch could see his teeth glinting in the light, and the king vaguely thought about ho he had never noticed any Fel Creel with teeth like that.

He didn’t have time to finish that thought before Blister leapt forward with Ripkins, his bare hands exposed, his newly acquired claws ripping into Arch’s now bubbling and blistering flesh as Ripkins began shredding with serrated fingertips, lapping up the squirts of blood with his comrade, making it into a game to avoid the pus as King Arch of Boarderland screamed and screamed.

---------------

Hatter Blade briskly walked past the looming mushrooms surrounding him, huffing and panting for air as he went, searching and searching. The portal, find the portal, what portal? Having stopped to briefly meditate and consider, he had decided that only the caterpillars could know about any sort of portal. Either that, or Hatter Justice had been desperate to give Blade some sort of hope as his final words.

He passed and leaned heavily against a tree. A green tree. A living tree.

For some reason, the only place in Wonderland that hadn’t been smothered with death had been the Valley of Mushrooms. The lush, dense foliage hugged the edges of the path, and tuttlebirds called out to each other through the humid air of the forest area. Colorful arrangements of flowers still hummed and sang bouncy tunes; it was still a place that could be called Wonderland.

And a wonder it is, the Milliner thought, taking slow deep breaths. Surprising that it still remains. How... puzzling.

He ended his thirty-second break and continued running through the woods.

----------------


“...Tock?”

“Yes, Rohin?”

“I’m hungry.”

“... Just stay quiet.”


----------------

Hatter Blade stepped into a clearing in the Valley of Mushrooms, where there they were; the caterpillars’ mushrooms, each mushroom for each color Oracle. Around him, the tuttlebirds had fallen silent.

Where are the caterpillars?

He continued walking until he was in the middle of the clearing. He looked around, and there was no sign of any caterpillars and their hookahs. Blade frowned; he supposed that they would have known him coming, and if they had wanted to see him, they would obviously be there. That, and they must have already known what he had come to ask of them; if they knew anything about a portal besides the Pool of Tears. Or something. Something that would help return Wonderland to the way it was...

In the distance, the Milliner caught sight of blue smoke rising. Ah, he thought, taking off at a run. They haven’t given up hope after all.

He silently ran through the trees and shrubs of the Valley, the foliage barely brushing against his uniform as he made his way to where the smoke was coming from. Finally, he reached the spot; it was another small clearing, with all the caterpillars gathered in a circle, silent, as if they had been waiting for him; red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. They all smoked from the same hookah, and unlike how Blade had heard of them, their eyes were dead and lifeless as they incessantly puffed.

Blade blinked, and bowed in front of them, not knowing what else to do. “Great Oracles of Wonderland,” he said, “As you are well aware, creatures, vampires have taken over more than half of Wonderland and are spreading a reign of terror across this world. I have come to you as a last resort, and I come asking a favor of your reverent selves; I search of a portal I have heard of, a portal that might have the power to restore Wonderland.”

There was a long silence.

“Ahem hum hum,” grumbled the blue caterpillar. He blinked at the Milliner before him, as if waking from a dream. “The portal, ah, yes. You seek a vampire blade. The question is not where the portal resides, but when and how.”

Blade’s brow furrowed in concentration. “When... and how? That’s... not very specific.”

“The question is not in specifics, but in the lacking of the manner to which it comes,” said the blue caterpillar. “Though hidden, searching deep will lead you to a place long forgotten inside yourself, a place that shall grant you the power to overcome which you have wrought.”

“What I have wrought?” The Milliner blinked. “But I haven’t done--”

“In essence, you must forget who you are and embrace both sides of yourself to overcome the present evil that this Wonderland faces. Only then will you succeed in finding this portal of which you seek.”

Hatter Blade stood for another moment in silence, thinking over Blue’s words, staring and frowning at the lush Wonderland grass. Search inside myself...?

He looked up. “What exactly do I--”

The caterpillars were all gone, including their hookah, leaving the space empty and quiet. Around the area, the entire forest had gone quiet as well.

What exactly do I look for? Look inside myself, yes. But... it is part of me? The portal, the portal, how is it, when is it??

Glancing around, he saw nothing. But he still thought about what the caterpillar had said, how it was inside. Perhaps it was something in his past.... perhaps the Millinery? No, that couldn’t be it. His Wonderland exile and return?

Perhaps.

I failed, that’s all that happened, he quickly thought, not wanting to linger over the past. Things went wrong, and I tried to run, which I did end up doing, but I came back anyway to face the chaos... Is this really all my fault? What could I have possibly have done?

He sighed and glanced up. Then he tilted his head; there was a pale blue glow from the bushes in front of him.

[Hatter Fan]

I think I shall choose to cry. What a terrible video. I don't they have a CLUE on what they are talking about.

*puts tape over mouth to keep from ranting about stuff that people will not believe anyway*

really, hattertant. don't take it so seriously. it was just a joke. of course they don't know what they're talking about. they are just haveing some fun. don't be a blade.:p

[Heart Artemis Hunter]

Oh!!! YAY!!! you didn't "kill" dodge!!! You're awesome, Emo Cheeto!!! i love it!!!! ^_^

[homburgmolly_fan]

Very nice job, Blade.

Awww, you were so sweet to include Hattertant's bit of story in there! :)

[The Hattertant]

LOL!!! Blade, you really DID use it!! I thought you were joking. :D:D Also interesting was how you wrote something yourself, even if it was four miniature lines of them. Tee hee~

But...

You get to decide what to do with them now! :p



don't be a blade.

Whatever you say, HF. :)

[Hatter Josephs]

Blade,you have outdone yourself yet again. I swear.....You could write a book and it would be on the WORLD's best seller list. #1,to say the least. Amazing.

[Hatter Blade]

*subtly flicks hair away from face*

Heh. Thank you all.......... I suppose. I am debating whether or not I should continue to let my frustration at being called a Cheeto fuel my desire to write this twisted story... Considering that my frustration at no one appreciating my constructive criticism is what really made me start this in the first place.

Yes, thank you all; it's your fault Alyss is dead, Madigan is captive and is tortured, Molly is a slave, Arch is ripped apart, and Wonderland is burning in hell.

[homburgmolly_fan]

Yes, thank you all; it's your fault Alyss is dead, Madigan is captive and is tortured, Molly is a slave, Arch is ripped apart, and Wonderland is burning in hell.

Oops.

*Hides*

[Heart Artemis Hunter]

Okay, Emo B, calm down. But, thanks for not "Killing" dodge. ^_^

[homburgmolly_fan]

So, Blade, when do we get to see what happens next? :)

[Hatter Fan]

So, Blade, when do we get to see what happens next? :)

i agree. when will the next chapter come out, when you undoubtably slaughter more people? its pretty fun to read.

[Heart Artemis Hunter]

I love your siggy, Hatter Fan! That's so sweet!!!! >.< it sounds like something i would read in a book!!!!

[Hatter Fan]

I love your siggy, Hatter Fan! That's so sweet!!!! >.< it sounds like something i would read in a book!!!!

why thank you!:D

[The Hattertant]

I think Blade fell off the edge of the world or something.



EDIT: jumped* off the edge

[homburgmolly_fan]

I think Blade fell off the edge of the world or something.



EDIT: jumped* off the edge

Well bring him BACK! He can't just jump off the world and leave us hanging like that!

Hattertant, I give it to you as your duty to find him. Have fun. Ha ha ha.

[The Hattertant]

Well bring him BACK! He can't just jump off the world and leave us hanging like that!

Hattertant, I give it to you as your duty to find him. Have fun. Ha ha ha.

That makes sense, seeing as how I know where he is. LOL.

[homburgmolly_fan]

That makes sense, seeing as how I know where he is. LOL.

Exactly why I gave you that mission. :D

[Heart Artemis Hunter]

So, when Blade? I sent thepicture i sketched did i not?

[Hatter Blade]

I sent thepicture i sketched did i not?

I received no sketch. I don't believe it was attached correctly.


So, when Blade?

Never, if you keep bothering me about it.

While you wait, why don't you go read The Adventures of Rohin and Tock. It's a story that I myself would recommend. And that says plenty, I assure you.

[Heart Artemis Hunter]

I'll try it again....*glares at computer screen at mail* evil mail.....

[The Hattertant]

While you wait, why don't you go read The Adventures of Rohin and Tock. It's a story that I myself would recommend. And that says plenty, I assure you.

........


BWAHAHAHAHAHA


Nice. Thanks. LOL

[SkyDancer]

I'm in love with this story.Even though Vampire Blade sort of reminds me of Mr Collins from "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen.Don't ask me why.

But I suppose there ARE people in the world like Jane Austen that have such amazing talents in writing.

[Hatter Blade]

I'm in love with this story.Even though Vampire Blade sort of reminds me of Mr Collins from "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen.Don't ask me why.

But I suppose there ARE people in the world like Jane Austen that have such amazing talents in writing.

That's interesting. Uh... *pauses* ...Thank you, I suppose.

[Heart Artemis Hunter]

*cough* when are you *cough-cough* going to write more? *coughcoughcough* I've been sick.

[Hatter Justice]

As long as it's not Molly and Hatter, I'm good.

Although dead Queen Alyss kind of freaked me out, as well as Hatter Justice being pulled off into the bushes. :eek:

"secretly mumbles under breath" There is no need to be freaked out by me coming out of the bushes.

[homburgmolly_fan]

"secretly mumbles under breath" There is no need to be freaked out by me coming out of the bushes.

No no no not you coming OUT of the bushes. You being dragged off INTO the bushes.

[SkyDancer]

No no no not you coming OUT of the bushes. You being dragged off INTO the bushes.

Still.All the more exciting!

[Hatter Justice]

*cough* when are you *cough-cough* going to write more? *coughcoughcough* I've been sick.

"glares at you with an icy stare" He will do make another very soon.Be patient.

[SkyDancer]

"glares at you with an icy stare" He will do make another very soon.Be patient.

Haha.Heart got told.

As for the story,I hope he does!I love it!

[Heart Artemis Hunter]

i asked him a while a go to write it....-_-

[Hatter Blade]

"glares at you with an icy stare" He will do make another very soon.Be patient.

*nods* Thank you, Justice.


As for the story,I hope he does!I love it!

Thank you.


i asked him a while a go to write it....-_-

Oh well.

[Heart Artemis Hunter]

*watches blade with an empty stare.* I'll chuck corn at you if you don't write.

[Hatter Blade]

*watches blade with an empty stare.* I'll chuck corn at you if you don't write.

I shall do what I wish to do, whenever I wish to do it.

[Heart Artemis Hunter]

...fine...but how long have we been waiting?

[Hatter Blade]

...fine...but how long have we been waiting?

For as long as you want to have been.

[Heart Artemis Hunter]

blade....* closes eyes and tries to calm down * ... hey, i was wondering if you would pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeee allow me to use your character in a script i'm working on, if i do get it accepted, i will request you to play the part and you can re do the lines and say them as you see fit! *holds hands together in front of face* please?

[Hatter Blade]

blade....* closes eyes and tries to calm down * ... hey, i was wondering if you would pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeee allow me to use your character in a script i'm working on, if i do get it accepted, i will request you to play the part and you can re do the lines and say them as you see fit! *holds hands together in front of face* please?

Private message me on the matter.

[Hatter Justice]

blade....* closes eyes and tries to calm down * ... hey, i was wondering if you would pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeee allow me to use your character in a script i'm working on, if i do get it accepted, i will request you to play the part and you can re do the lines and say them as you see fit! *holds hands together in front of face* please?

"starts to grab for some water"

QUIT WHINNING SO MUCH. Trust me,he is still writting it.You shall know when he is done with it.

[homburgmolly_fan]

"starts to grab for some water"

QUIT WHINNING SO MUCH. Trust me,he is still writting it.You shall know when he is done with it.

She's not talking about the Vampire Blade story. She's talking about something else. At least I think so.

[Hatter Justice]

She's not talking about the Vampire Blade story. She's talking about something else. At least I think so.

"starts to read a book"

IF it is not the story than i am truelly sorry.

[Heart Artemis Hunter]

Hatter Justice, i also wanted to know if you would please allow me to add you into my script under the same conditions as blade.

[homburgmolly_fan]

IF it is not the story than i am truelly sorry.

I hope that's not a rude tone I detect in your voice. LOL

[Hatter Justice]

Hatter Justice, i also wanted to know if you would please allow me to add you into my script under the same conditions as blade.

It depends on what my character does.....

[Heart Artemis Hunter]

basically, saves the lives of stupid teenagers who think theycan fight the government's top assassins, along side Blade, blade has agreed by the way

[Hatter Justice]

basically, saves the lives of stupid teenagers who think theycan fight the government's top assassins, along side Blade, blade has agreed by the way

"sighs while the hair onhis head change from snow white to Black"

Sure,why not

[Heart Artemis Hunter]

YAYA! *hands bottle of wine* DANKE SCHON!

[SkyDancer]

:rolleyes:How amusing.