"TH&TH chapter 41 teaser!"

That unfamiliar-but vastly becoming familiar-sense of fear creeps up my spine at hearing that particular threat.

Please, God. Anything but that.


“You cannot be that cruel.”

“Once again you underestimate me, Mr. Cullen.”

“B-but...it is horrid.” I stammer, taken aback by how My Obsession can be just as horribly ruthless as me. “It is almost demonic, maîtresse. Please no.”


“It’s reality.” She sighs. She is feigning regret, acting as if this is not beyond sadistic as she pressing the button and proceeds to make my ears bleed.



Every night in my dreams
I see you. I feel you.
That is how I know you go on.

Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on.



It practically physically burns my ears to hear this woman sing. It is a musical monstrosity, holds more evil in it with every passing note.




Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart, and
My heart will go on and on.

Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never let go till we're gone.




“FOR THE LOVE OF THE ANTI-CHRIST MAKE IT STOP!” I cry, grabbing two fistfuls of my own hair in my palms. “I will take you to bloody Pluto if you wish, just turn it off!”


“Okay.” She smiles Impishly, shutting off that vial song at last. “So tomorrow night?”

What she just did was so vindictive, so cunningly cruel, with such absolute disregard for me and my wishes.


There is no other individual on the planet better suited for me than she.

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Chapter 40 teaser

I write a Twilight fanfic called 'The Hunter & The Hunted' on Fanfiction.net and if you don't like that you can shove!

I wave my Twilight freak flag proudly!

Anyways...here's a teaser for chapter 40 (yet to have a title)

*Points* New girl:





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Now Miss Swan.... let me take that from you." Here I sit in the Headmaster's office with a defiant scowl on my face, having the silver letter opener I was just toying with taken off my hands. "Last time you sat in that chair we didn't exactly see eye to eye. And I think it's due to the fact that you seem to harbor some resentment toward the school."

That's the understatement of the century.

His office is the typical highest ranking school administrate's office, all wood paneling and uppity everything.

The man has been pacing back and forth in front of me with his hands clasped his back for at least five minutes now. And it's safe to say I'm a little anxious to be out of here, and way from this short, balding inconvenience, and all his pacing.

"So what if I do?" I shrug, slouching in the black leather chair I occupy. "Are you going to hook me up with some pom poms and have me cheer for the Cricket team?"

"Not exactly." He smirks slyly, perching on the edge of his immaculate desk, crossing his ankles and folding his arms over his chest. "I just want you to participate in some activity-well any activity really-involving Head Royce.

"Like what?" I ask, sitting up and narrowing my eyes at him, having the unshakable feeling that this is going to be just as ominous as it is sounding.

"Oh, settle down Miss Swan, today I just want you to give a new student a tour of the school." He say, in the saddest attempt of a sweet tone I have ever heard. "She is a bit of a handful like yourself, but she needs extra attention. Her parents and her have just relocated from Ireland to here, and have already become very generous contributors to the school."

"So you want me to show their bad seed around, so it reaches their ears and shows how you guys go the extra mile?" I snort, officially done with beating around the bush. "And none of you are brave enough to bite the bullet and do it yourselves?"

"Of course not, Miss Swan." He replies, pretending to sound insulted. "I just want you to fell like you're apart of this school."

I think about just telling the snobby bastard to just shove it, and screw him and his school but...I can't. I need to be here for Jake and I need to prove that I can go toe to toe with these elitist snobs and make it out unscathed.

"Who is she?" I ask apprehensively, still scowling even though I've pretty much admitted defeat. "How old is she?"

"She is in your same grade I believe, but skipped a year." He mutters, walking over to the other side of his desk and quickly glancing through a manila folder. "Her name is Ruhnezmay O'Culhoon , sixteen years-old, quite and the colorful past."

Uh oh.

"Send her in." I gesture him with a wave of my hand, silently telling him to get on with it.

"Quite right. Marion, can you please send in Miss. O'Culhoon please?" He says as he presses the button on his little intercom, calling to the woman who manages the offices front desk.

"Yes, Sir." Sings the woman.

I turn my head as I hear the door slowly opening, trying to stifle the gasp that wants to escape when I see the little figure standing in it.

"Whoa." I exclaim a little too loudly.


Ruhnezmay, wears heavy black eye liner, blood red lipstick, fishnet stockings with her uniform skirt, tall Gothic style boots, and stacks of studded and spiked pyramid cuff bracelets, and a few inches taller than me.

But the way she dresses is not what has me staring at her like a mental patient right now.

No.

Not at all.

It's just that....she looks so much like Edward.



"What are you staring at?" Asks the figure with the hint of an Irish accent, clearly annoyed by my bizarre rudeness.

"Miss Swan...are you okay?" Chimes in the Headmaster as I continue to stare on at the young stranger.
It is not like I don't know I have to stop staring at this girl before she becomes extremely put off by me and calls Dateline. But I just...can't.




She still has a bit of a baby face, and shiny bronze-colored hair-almost as long mine-that waves softly at the ends-but you can tell she styles it to get a more piecey, bed head affect-her nose...all of her features really look so much like Edward's. Even her eyes are an exact duplicate of his when he was human.

And the way she is glaring at me finally shows me what being on the receiving end of one Edward's death glare's is like.

"I'm sorry." I mumble, shaking my head to clear it. "You just remind me of someone."


"Yeah, well that's nice." She says in a snobby tone, occupying herself by inspecting her fingernails. "Can we just get this ridiculous tour of this stuffy, rotting, rathole over with?"

"The Family" (And not the cool Italian kind that whacks people)

My family members are a little...quirky.

So I must share with you at least once a week how a typical conversation goes with them.

This week the spotlight will be on my dad!!!




My dad is very,very sweet dude...but...he just has a little problem with tact...

For example: I make the grave mistake of asking him how an outfit looks...which never goes well.

You see my style leans more toward the Bohemian way...

But seeing as I am part Cuban and part Puerto Rican that is not exactly the norm...

So here it goes!!

Me: "Dad how do I look?"

Asshat: "Okay, I guess?"

Me: "What's wrong?"

Asshat: "It's just...why can't you dress more like the other Spanish girls around here?"

"You know...wear a lot of makeup."




"Some big hair or something."



"Fix or paint your paint your finger nails"



"Wear high heels"


"Wear some big earrings."



"Just...dress like a Spanish girl."



"And go out in the sun some time, you're as white as a ghost!"



Asshat:"But that looks nice I guess."



Me:*Mouth gapes open*


And that is my spotlight family moment of the week!!!

"The Care Bear Hymen Unveiled"

The Care Bear . . .









To most people an adorable childhood cartoon or cuddly stuffed animal that they snuggled with at night . . .








To me . . . a deeply disturbed nineteen-year-old girl whose parents let her watch "Striptease" at age five






. . . hiding dark secrets.



It all began here . . .











And ii MAY or may NOT have been five in the morning, when I unearthed a dark secret in the form of a pink bubble.





Picture it!

I’m talking about ordinary, everyday things, like what is the official medical term for people to attempt to have sex with trees?










What is the official medical term for those who are attracted to fart’s?






And how unsatisfying midget porn is when THIS came on the screen in the form of an avatar!!!







That image brought one of the brightest moments of clarity of my existence.










THAT.IS.WHAT.A.CARE.BEAR.HYMEN.WOULD.LOOK.LIKE!!!!!

I shared my epiphany with everyone, but they didn’t listen. All they could see were clouds, rainbows, obese multicolored bears with sweet smiles, and thinly veiled homoerotic themes.







All they see are Funshine Bear and his lies . . .

But I know the truth!

Some people have a cherry . . .








And some mass marketed, eighties cartoon, multimillion dollar earning trademarks have BUBBLES . . .












Put that in your back pocket and smoke it.