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Drink up, baby [Oct. 6th, 2010|01:20 pm]
Catastrophic Genius
Fandom: Chicagoland Vampires
Pairing: None. Just overly displaying of testosterone.
Notes: Ethan gets challenged (by Catcher) to a rigged drinking contest.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Chicagoland vampires, Chloe Neill does.
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Second Choice [Oct. 6th, 2010|01:15 pm]
Catastrophic Genius
Title: Second Choice, Second Chance
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Daniel/Vala
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Stargate SG-1 or anything related, I'm just writing for fun.
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Tie me up, Take me down [Oct. 6th, 2010|12:37 pm]
Catastrophic Genius
Fandom: Smallville (damn the hubby..)
Pairing: Ollie/Chloe
Notes: Somebody got naughty... very, very naughty...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Smallville, Superman or anything like that. It all belongs to the people it belongs to.
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We're in this together.. [Oct. 6th, 2010|12:34 pm]
Catastrophic Genius
Fandom: Chicacoland Vampires
Pairing: No pairing just... GORE!!?
Notes: Tanya shows her wild side...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Chicagoland Vampires series. Don't claim to. They all belong to the wonderfully fabulous Chloe Neill (http://www.chloeneill.com) and I'm just playing around with the dirty fantasies that roam around in my head.
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Sick of You [Oct. 6th, 2010|12:30 pm]
Catastrophic Genius
Title: Seeing Myself
Fandom: Chicagoland Vampires
Pairing: Ethan/Merit
Notes: Ethan comes clean.
Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me. Belongs to Chloe Neill. Not stealing. Just fanfic.
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What a Mess You've Made [Oct. 6th, 2010|12:27 pm]
Catastrophic Genius
Fandom: Chicagoland Vampires
Pairing: Merit/Nick
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own any of the Chicagoland Vampires series. They all belong to Chloe Neill, and I'm just playing around with the sick fantasies lurking in my head.
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Blood Play [Oct. 6th, 2010|12:25 pm]
Catastrophic Genius
Fandom: Chicacoland Vampires
Pairing: (Either Ethan and Merit or Lindsay/Merit)
Notes: Somebody got naughty...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Chicagoland Vampires series. Don't claim to. They all belong to the wonderfully fabulous Chloe Neill (http://www.chloeneill.com) and I'm just playing around with the dirty fantasies that roam around in my head.
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You Just Burn [Oct. 6th, 2010|12:22 pm]
Catastrophic Genius
Fandom: Batman (The Dark Knight -- Movieverse)
Pairing: None
Notes: The Joker's last Hurrah
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Batman, the Dark Knight, etc. They belong to who they belong to.
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(no subject) [Oct. 6th, 2010|12:19 pm]
Catastrophic Genius
you just burn
blood play
sick of you
what a mess you made
we're in this together
tie me up, take me down
too much / too rough
wait your turn
it's just skin
second choice
drink up, baby
take everything you've got
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Brigits-flame, week 2: Fuel: Moonlight in the blood [Oct. 15th, 2008|08:13 am]
Catastrophic Genius
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Title: Moonlight in the blood
Author: fiercebydesign writing as _gigo_
Notes: For the second week in brigits_flame

Faster.. faster...
Engines revved as our RPM's increased. But was I fast enough?
Bullets ricocheted off my passenger side window, and I shifted into fourth gear, my foot solid lead on the pedal. More bullets, and my rear view mirror was almost completely blocked by the behemoth SUV behind me.
Oh God, I'm too late!

I could feel more adrenaline surging into my system as I switched a lever on my dashboard. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but they were in range.
My eyes calculated the feet in distance between me and my target. Close enough. Four missiles had popped up from what looked like a spoiler. Pressing a knob on my gearshift, I felt the kick as they launched off, accelerating me that much further, and demolishing the SUV in a fireball of metal and rubber. I switched my air conditioner vents to the off position, circulating the air already inside the cab. I wasn't sure if they'd had anything that could be released as an airborn toxin, but, better safe thans sorry.

And boy was I sorry now. That meant more would come looking for me. Those few were only scouts, and there are more coming, more determined than ever to find me.
The one that escaped. The one that got away.

They taught me, they trained me into what I am today. One hundred percent human, four hundred percent as deadly. And I had a penchant for hardcore weaponry. I was good at hiding, good at running, but a special toy, a pet to the government. So good at being found. Which government, I can't say, honestly because I don't know. Maybe several governments collaborated against the United States, or maybe the US was involved. I don't think I'm meant to know, and I can't find out without being captured, which is the last thing on my mind. Fear drove me away from my 'home', fueled my desire to live.

My story is short: I was given a mission, trained, and somehow, I failed. I tracked my target, I destroyed it and left no traces, just like commanded. And now they want me dead. I've been chased ever since, and it's only been two months since my mission debriefing. I didn't understand why they tried to shoot me and failed, why I was stunned, tasered, stabbed, but I did understand how I got away. That's what they trained me to do: leave nothing, and no one, behind.

I drove in silence, hearing the purr of my engine as the sun set in the distance. The Witching Hour.
I'd have to hunt soon before I couldn't see, and I couldn't afford to wait until dusk. That last adrenaline dump was starting to wear off and I was getting weary. Driving to a more wooded part of the countryside, I found a grove of trees and parked. Locking everything down, I stepped out and stretched. Hearing rustling behind me, I saw the trees uproot and move themselves closer together to hide the unnatural obstruction. Backing away, I made note of the trees and hoped I'd be able to find them again. Knowing where my car was didn't pose a problem: we were attuned to one another. The issue was getting the trees to move and let me have my car back.

I can run fast, but sometimes taking a car is faster, especially when one was being chased. Taking view of my surroundings, I hoped not to have to use my legs much. They were starting to cramp, which meant I'd need to find water soon, and food. But, the occasional battle in between the two ought to do me some good. In the short months between my last mission and now, I hadn't used my skills much, except to hide. Looking around, I found trees, more trees, and the occasional berry bush. I snacked here and there, the bushes lacking the thorns that made them poisonous. In this territory, I decided, waiting until cover of darkness was the best possible way to hunt, and get the biggest catch. Which meant only an hour or so to go. Witching Hour was upon me, that hazy stillness between the last death throws of daylight, and the onset of dusk.

Tapping on a tree, I realized it sounded hollow, and then it tapped back.
I tapped it again. And more tapping resounded from within. I'd seen no driftwood or fallen branches.
And then an idea struck. “Have you...” I started, and realized how crazy I sounded, but continued, “Got any spare branches you could do without..?”
Not expecting a response I shook my head. My reflexes kicked in as something fell toward me, and I ducked out of the way.
Laying there, as it hadn't a moment ago, was a tree branch. It had many twigs and several sets of dead leaves, so I guessed it was nearing the end of its cycle. Something the tree could do without. Dead weight.

Breaking apart the twigs and leaves, I broke the larger part of the fallen branch into more manageable pieces. I dusted off a clearing, away from most of the newer, green things, and grabbed some paper from my pocket. Lighting it, I dropped it onto the pile.
There it was, a sort of macabre dance, between the fire, the paper and the twigs and leaves, almost like a dance of war, a dance to the death.

Soon, night fell, and my eyes switched to the view of night. I could see things almost as clearly as in daylight. I was wearing black which would make me harder to see. I strayed away from my camp, away from the light of the fire, which was dimming. I was walking slowly, hoping nothing within here would notice my presence until it was too late. Taking step after cautious step, I walked, I waited, and I was rewarded.
Movement, in the brushes ahead and to the left. Taking another step further and another, pausing in mid-step, something lunged, but not where I couldn't see it. I was after it, and it was gone, muscles rolling and coiling under its fur. I jumped, and tackled us both, plunging my knife in its back, severing the spinal cord, and pulled it upward, cutting across its neck, the fatal blow.

Turning it over, I saw its main fangs hadn't even come in yet. Not even a year old... just a pup. Which broke all the government's theories about werewolves... they couldn't create more. But this disproves that, all the current wolves on record were close to a century old, some much older.
Which meant that my creators had lied either way. They couldn't be unaware, we were trained they were omnipotent. And there were more wolves... some uncharted. So maybe there were more.. more wolves, more lies. More of others like me. Maybe other things that need hunting. I took the energy of my kill, and walked back to the clearing.

We don't 'eat' the things we hunt, we simply take their energy through an almost...psychic means. That's the only way I can describe it. I knew better than to ask questions, so I don't know for sure how it happens, but I'm grateful that it does. I'd die within 48 hours without some form of food.

My fire had been extinguished, thanks to dousing by the trees. Maybe the fire had spread too far...
In any case, it was taken care of. The moon was full, high in the night. I tapped on the tree again and asked for my car. It tapped back and a grove of trees seperated, my wheels unscathed save for a few leaves on the hood. Stepping in, I started the engine, my mission officially changed.
Running and hiding were no longer options. This was officially war.

The only mission now was to find answers. I knew I'd be hunted. I knew things the government didn't want me to know, and I was officially a threat to the regime. So they'd come after me. And maybe eventually find me. I had to go home, had to go back. They'd want me dead now, but I can honestly say that I wanted the same for them. I'll be waiting for them to find me.

I'd be there. Right on their doorstep. I'd be waiting. I'd always be waiting.
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