Betrayed: Spite Fics
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zelda_queenZeldaQueen: Last but certainly not least, here are the spite fics of Betrayed!
Spite Fics
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midoriri
Background: Chapter 2, in response to Zoey being so callous about Aphrodite's parental abuse
Notes from Author: Once again, an OC. I just regret not being able to work in Zoey getting punched out.
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Standing a respectable distance away from Aphrodite and her parents was a girl just a little younger than Aphrodite herself. She leaned against the side of a nearby wall, hands in her jean-pockets, wild brown hair barely contained under her Hello Kitty fedora. It was the right distance for listening to what was going on with her friend--so near that she could hear and see everything, but not too close so someone would see her. She glanced over, noticing the familiar large eyes of one of the newer girls, Zoey Redbird. She hadn't interacted with Zoey much, hardly paid her any attention really, but judging by the few times she did run into her, and all the stories that Aphrodite and Elliot's friend had told her...she was not the most stable of people.
An attention-whore with a holier-than-thou attitude who doesn't care when a classmate dies. Not the best of personalities, she thought to herself, wincing when she heard the sound of the slap. Damn, why wasn't anyone coming out to investigate?
Finally having had enough, the girl pushed herself away from the wall, jogging towards Aphrodite and her parents, waving at them. "Aphie! Hey, Aphie!" she shouted, trying to sound breathless, like she'd been running for a longer time and distance than she really was. Pretending not to notice the red on her friend's cheek, or the way her eyes were shiny, the girl tugged on her arm, grinning broadly. "Hey, you've got to come see this! No time to explain!" And since human strength was no match for vampire--even a fledgling--Aphrodite was out of her parents' grip and the two girls were halfway inside before the harpy and ogre could say otherwise.
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"You feel okay?" she asked, pressing the ice-cold cloth to Aphrodite's cheek.
Aphrodite nodded. "I will be..." she murmured, refusing to make eye contact. The brunette understood why; first her parents had been abusing her like that (and at school, where anyone could hear), then Aphrodite had no doubt seen Zoey eavesdropping--the girl wasn't exactly Nancy Drew...and all that after the "incident" with the gazebo. One humiliation after another. "Thanks, Percy..."
"Percy" shrugged her shoulders, trying to look like it wasn't a big a deal as it really was. "Hey, you know I can't stand people like that," she murmured, pressing a little harder on the other girl's cheek. "I still don't understand why you just don't tell a teacher about them...they could keep them away, maybe."
"They're my parents," Aphrodite returned automatically, as if she'd said this a thousand times before. Quite likely she had. "I can't keep them away from me, and I have to love them and make them proud."
Percy didn't answer, instead lifting the cloth to see if the redness and swelling had gone down. It had. Changing the subject as she grabbed a paper towel to dry Aphrodite's face, she said "Saw Redbird peeping on you guys. Just staring with those big eyes like it was the best movie in the world...disgusting. No wonder you don't like her."
Aphrodite snorted--actually a funny sight, Percy thought, considering who was making that sound. "You weren't there when I came out of the trance," she laughed without humor. "Had the most self-satisfied look, like I was a kid who was caught with her hand in a cookie jar and another in the ice-cream box. And did you hear about her reaction to Elliot?"
"Yeah, I did," Percy's disgust was clear. "I'm just glad she didn't find out about Claire--you know they found her in her bed, blood everywhere...the poor girl probably thought she just had a cold." Percy lowered her head, heart sinking a bit. Those poor guys...neither she nor Aphrodite liked hearing about each classmate's death. They liked the teachers' reactions far less. And the thought of a girl their own age reacting like the kids were just flies who flew into the bug-zapper made them want to hurl.
"Speaking of Redbird though...you didn't mean it when you said she'd be a better leader, did you?" An eyebrow was raised in suspicion.
Another snort from Aphrodite, and Percy had to smile a bit. "Of course not...I just said that for her. I couldn't miss those hungry eyes staring at us--if I said that, then she'd believe it more than she does, then I can give her a little taste of what being a leader truly means. She'll crack under the pressure in two minutes, believe me. She thinks it's all peaches and cream and sparkles being a leader? Ha!"
Percy snorted this time, adjusting her fedora. "Oh man, I'd pay to see that collapse of ego. Though I'd put her at one minute, not two."
"Her pride would never allow her to give up before the thirty-second mark," Aphrodite scoffed, though in a good-natured way. Finally smiling again, she lightly pushed at Percy's hat so it nearly fell off her head. "We'd better get back before anyone makes a scene, or it gets worse for me. ...Stay with me?"
Percy adjusted her hat again before squeezing Aphrodite's shoulder. "Of course. Not like I have anything better to do that serve as bodyguard--Mom couldn't get a later shift."
"Thanks...Persephone."
"Hey, I said not to call me that!"
Title: Circle of Friends
Author:winki_pop
Background: Chapter 4, written in response to Damien's so-called friends constantly making homosexual jokes at his expense
Notes from Author: So, I think it’s about time Damien had some new friends, right? Read on!
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“…So, I think we can go ahead with those ideas for the Senior Council and Prefect Systems, am I right?”
Every one of Zoey’s friends nodded in agreement with one another, rather jovial at her grand plan with both Shaunee and Erin giving her a hug either side of her at the table in the cafeteria, along with a small round of applause.
“I feel like I'm in the court of a great queen,” joked Eric, sitting across from her.
“Yeah, right!” bellowed Shaunee, her voice echoing throughout the cafeteria, “you’re the biggest queen here, Damien!”
“A flaming queen!” Erin added.
Everyone at the table joined in on the laughter. Damien, meanwhile, strained a smile. He was used to the digs at his sexuality, but at times he felt his head grow all fuzzy and his palms start to sweat. Sometimes he wished they could all just go five minutes without making a joke about him painting gay unicorns for his art projects or only watching football for the hot and sweaty guys on the field. No matter what he took an interest in, they all seemed to find some way to turn it into a gay slur or stereotype. At least the taunts were nothing on the level of bullying he used to get back at home at Shelton High, where he got locked out of the male toilets so the other guys didn’t have to share the urinals with him or have ‘fag’ written all across his locker with permanent marker. His parents were another matter entirely, the whole River-in-Egypt deal…
He listened as Zoey and the rest of her bubbleheads discussed the upcoming Dark Daughters ritual. He wasn’t even sure what she had done to get nominated as leader in her short stay here. He didn’t remember her doing much the night she drew the elements together besides stand there and look stoned. Everything had changed once she swanned into the House of Night in Tulsa, Oklahoma. All his friends – Stevie Rae, Erin, Shaunee – seemed to just get worse once they befriended her. Sure, they had been shallow and whiny before she arrived, but now they were all-out harpies, growing more obnoxious and shrill. Of course, their abuse of him grew, too, once Zoey started getting in on the fun.
Although Zoey was nowhere near as overt as The Twins were with using Damien as their gay whipping boy, the way she pretended to sympathise with his ‘plight’ and patronisingly pretended to understand his ‘gayness’ (as she once put it) just made his jaw tighten and his head hurt, while at the same time having to endure her stereotypes and stupid questions: ‘You must know all about fashion, Damien,’ she had trilled to him that morning, ‘what do you think of this skirt on me?’
“Okay, now that we’ll all be apart of the Dark Daughters, I say we fill the last two openings with older members,” Zoey proclaimed, her familiar nasal twang sounding stronger.
“How about Erik?” Damien offered. He and Erik actually got along pretty well, especially in drama where they would joke around and come up with the most outrageous ideas for movies, vowing to one day write a screenplay together. Soon, the world would see their horror movie classic based on a killer house that eats whoever lives inside it (which Damien had named ‘Residential Tendencies’).
All the girls around the table started snorting with laughter. Damien was wide-eyed and confused.
“What?”
“Yeah, sure,” scoffed Erin, “so you can ogle and drool over Erik!”
Shaunee, naturally, just had to put her two cents in. “He likes breasts and vaginas, not penises and anu—“
“Guys!” Zoey cried shrilly. “C’mon, we all know, he’s mine! You better not steal him off me, Damien…”
“That’s it!”
All the girls suddenly went silent.
Damien stood up from his seat, his eyes narrowed and his hands flat on the table. “I’ve had enough of this shit! I’m not your little gay joke to beat around anymore! I’m sick of all the bullshit about me being gay and all the stupid stereotypes! You don’t think I’ve heard them all before?!”
“But Damien…” Stevie began.
“No, shut up!” he snapped at her. “I don’t care if you were just playful and gently joked with me once in a while, but it’s every fucking day of this crap! Just because I like art and painting and whatever music I listen to doesn’t mean I’m some flamboyant queer! And just because I say I like football or I like Erik doesn’t mean I wanna get gay with them either! Erik and I are friends and I’ve always loved football. But hey, if you bitches actually were my friends and got your heads out of your arses for once you might realise that!”
“Hey, calmed down a bit!” Zoey laughed, not fazed in the slightest. “C’mon, you’re gay, we get it. But you have to admit you just give off that vibe…”
Damien turned to her, leaning in Zoey’s face. “And what vibe would that be?” he spat. “Who made you the almighty scholar of gay people, huh? You think you know just who’s gay and who isn’t because they have a ‘vibe’? Anyone you can be gay, you dumbshit!”
Zoey backed away a little bit.
“Ever since you got here, Zoey, you’ve just swanned in and taken these idiots here as your little sycophants!” Damien exclaimed, pointing at the others around the table. “It’s like you’ve all gotten worse and think you’re all entitled to say and think whatever you think is right because, of course, you all know everything! You don’t even deserve to be leader of the Dark Daughters, Zoey! You’re so fucking brain-dead, you think you can just breeze through anything without consequence. Not this time!”
Damien got out from behind the table, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Fuck you bitches, I’m outta here. Enjoy sharing the same brain cell with one another.”
And with that, he left the cafeteria, all the girls staring back at him in awe.
Damien had cooled off outside, wandering around the school grounds as the anger eased. He felt, however, that a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, free of the idiots that had been toxic around him for so long.
As he turned the corner leading into the courtyard, he saw Aphrodite and a few other students chatting by the fountain.
“Hey, Damien!”
He saw her beckon him over. He prayed he wasn’t going to have any more shit hung on him for today, to top it all off. He walked over anyway with a sigh.
“Heard you royally dumped Zoey and the other airheads in the cafeteria,” Aphrodite laughed.
“So?” Damien drawled.
“If anything, I wanna congratulate you,” she replied. She moved aside a little. “Come sit down with us.”
Warily, Damien took the seat beside Aphrodite.
“Thank god somebody told that little slut Zoey-Sue where to shove it,” Aphrodite continued. “Holding her nose in the air like her shit doesn’t stick.”
“God, I know!” the guy beside her snickered. “You should have seen her in Vamp Sociology this morning talking to those stupid Twins, laughing that she hadn’t done any research for the Dark Daughters, but it didn’t matter ‘cos she should be able to whip up something because Neferet would like any idea she came up with anyway.”
“Idiot,” spat Aphrodite. She then turned to Damien. “I should introduce you to the gang…” Pointing clockwise and going around the circle, she began with the guy with the buzz cut and T-shirt that read ‘It’s On Like Donkey Kong.’ “That’s Michael and the girl beside him with the pink skirt is Sarah.”
They both gave a warm hello to Damien, he waving back.
“And these two chuckleheads over here beside me are Jack and Sean,” she continued, pointing over to the guys in black T-shirts, one wearing black-rimmed glasses. “Be careful, though, they might try to rope you into one of their homemade slasher films they’re always making around campus.”
“Oh my God!” Damien laughed. “I have just the idea for a horror movie!”
“So, would you like to be our friend, Damien?” Michael joked, smiling sweetly. “Maybe spill a bit more dirt on Zoey-Sue and her minions?”
Damien smiled back. “Sure. I don’t even know where to start!
Author:midoriri
Background: Chapter 5, in response to how inappropriate Loren Blake's actions are towards Zoey
Notes from Author: Yeah, another spitefic already, but god damn it, I can't let this slide!
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I could feel myself leaning into him, and I swear his body responded. I may not be highly experienced. And, hell yes, I'm still a virgin. But I'm not an utter moron (most of the time). I know when a guy is into me. And this guy—for that moment—was definitely into me. I covered his hand with my own, and forgetting about everything, including Erik and the fact that Loren was an adult vamp and I was a fledgling, I willed him to kiss me, willed him to touch me more. We stared at each other. We were both breathing hard...
And then before we could do anything more, the door swung open, hitting the wall with a loud BANG. Blake suddenly backed away from me, staring at the blue-uniformed men and women swarming into the room with fear in his eyes. One of the officers swiftly turned him around, holding his hands behind his back as she cuffed him and read him his Miranda Rights.
As he was led out, I saw a few other teachers and students standing nearby, some looking as confused as I was, others looking positively murderous. A teacher I hadn't seen before stepped out, taking me by the shoulder and leading me out of the room.
The next day, we were all informed that Blake had been fired from his position as teacher, and that anyone who had been on the receiving end of his advances and sexual harassment was requested to see the counselor.
Author:yemi_hikari
Background: Chapter 10, in response to Neferet';s inappropriate behavior during police interrogation
Notes from Author: Here is my first spite fic for this and it comes from me being a fan of the mystery genre.
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The two police officers stepped into the room, while Zoey stared at them, twiddling her thumbs. One of them glanced over and Neferti. "Mam, we need her legal guardian here please."
"Well, I think I'll serve just fine under the circumstances." The beautiful woman sighed. "How can men be so moronic.
"Mam, you are not her legal guardian." The second officer spoke up.
"Well, she is a member of our school..."
"Last time I checked, the school didn't gain legal guardian status over its students." The officer glared at Neferti and she got up and left.
Author:yemi_hikari
Background: Chapter 10, in response to the illogical way the disposable cell phone was used
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Zoey walked over to the store to get the disposible phone. "Hello. I need to buy a disposible phone."
"For what reason?" The person stated.
"Because... I have a boyfriend I don't want my parents to know about." The small female stared at the person behind the counter.
"Honey, I am sorry, but you need to leave. There is no way in hell I am going to help a minor go behind her parents back." The woman sighed.
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Damien then walked into the store about an hour later. "Hi. I need a disposible phone."
"Look, I've had a bunch of twit girls giving me lame excuses as to why they need such a phone. What is it this time?"
"I need a disposible phone due to the fact I'm being bullied at school and they keep getting my cell-phone number." Damien piped up.
"Goodness..." The lady stated, ringing up a sale.
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Later on, Zoey takes her phone after making the call and then tosses it onto the ground and begins to jump up and down on it. Neferi walks over to her, raising an eyebrow. "What do you think you are doing?" She then grabs the phone and walks off.
Zoey storms off to her dorm and crashes to sleep. Awhile later, there is knocking on the door and Neferti comes into the room. "The police is here for you."
"I didn't call in the bomb threat!" Zoey chirped out.
"I am going to pretend I didn't hear that. They traced that phone to a student here and have testimony that he was being bullied. Since he hangs out with you girls, it has been assumed that you have been bullying him and put him up to buy the phone."
"But... but..."
Title: A Stronger Person Would Have...
Author:overlordmikey
Background: Chapter 10, in response to the massive Kayla abuse
Notes from Author: Are the Cast ladies afraid that is the world fails to agree with Zoey then she will cease to be loved by the readers, because as it is she’s obnoxious and unlikable.
Here some advice I keep close to my heart when I write: It’s okay for the protagonist to get things wrong and be uncertain or uninformed - in fact that creates realistic drama instead of the faux crap this fanfic - I mean novel feeds us.
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I had always been Zoey’s friend ever since we where children; I had felt terrible that Zoey had trouble making friends of her own well it had always come so natural to me so I vowed I would always be her friend.
However since I was young Zoey had strange issues that surrounded her. My normally cheerful dog; Roxie, was terrified of her and I never knew why. Then I would later discover my Roxie dead; someone had poisoned the poor dear, but at the time I didn‘t put it together.
A few years later Zoey’s mother remarried to a very nice and quite handsome man, but Zoey didn’t like him. She would accuse him of being a conservative bigot because he worked at a local church and claimed he was a pedophile. When her older sister and younger brother took his side over hers she accused them of all kinds of horrible things.
“My sister the stupid slut.” She would claim; and well it was true that she was not exactly chaste, her sister was quite responsible and a very bright young women who was studying to be a doctor.
“My brother the violent psychopath who plays those awful games!” She would cry; and well he was an avid gamer who did own some violent games, he also was the nicest kid in town who wouldn‘t harm a fly.
I never understood it, but I tried to brush it off as an inability to accept her fathers death when she was younger.
Although her endless rants about how her step-father got rid of her cat and forced her mother to do all kinds of things where beyond me. Her mother still had the same routine she’d had for years. She was a strong and vibrant women who got along well with her new husband. There weren’t any signs of abuse or anything like that.
The only person she still spoke fondly of was her crazy “Cherokee” grandmother; now don’t get me wrong. She is a Cherokee by decent, but the women is crazy; another Cherokee family in the area had visited her once to ask her to kindly stop misrepresenting their people and she attacked them with a hatchet well claiming they where evil and that as High Priestess only she could cleanse them.
Still life went on for the most part; until she started dating the guy I mentioned I liked; Heath. Heath was nice boy who would sometimes drink a few, but only on certain occasions. Zoey would go on and on about how he was an awful drunk and stupid to boot; funny considering he’s passing all his class with Bs as his lowest grade well she was barely passing and of her classes.
Poor Heath Luck was too nice to notice she was using him; sadly she would do this with another boy later from what I heard, but I’ll get to that later.
I still tried to be her friend; I kept reaching out to her , but soon she was Marked and all those problems began.
We came to save her; we where so worried. Then she drank Heath’s blood and caused him to be captivated with her just as I was beginning to make him see how much I loved him and how much we had in common.
She threatened to kill me and lied about me…
But I’m still her friend whether she wants it or not…
A stronger person would have given up on you Zoey, but I’m not strong.
I'm just Kayla.
Title: Routine Questioning
Author:mancalledtrue
Background: Chapter 10, in response to Zoey's interrogation, and how she tries to pin everything on Kayla being jealous
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I'd joined the force right out of college. They say being a cop runs in the family, but I was the first in mine to put on a badge. Dad cried when I got out of police academy. Never saw him do that before, never saw him do it again.
Twenty years down the line, I was in Homicide. God, I hated it for the first year... Few things are quite as sad as dealing with murder, day in, day out. Got a little better when they paired me with Marx. He's a good man. Keeps me centered.
They'd sent us to the House of Night to talk to one of the students about the murder/disappearance case. The boys in Dispatch call it "Casa Dracula", but Internal gets on your ass if you put it on the report. Figured it'd be a quick affair, none of the baby vampires seemed to know much.
I wanted to get out before my skin crawled off my ass. That Neferet woman makes your hair stand up, like you're too close to a generator box. She led us to the girl in question, one Zoey Redbird.
Halfway down the list of questions, Marx asked if she'd gotten any visitors. Before she could answer, Neferet cut in about how someone had climbed the wall to get to her. I knew instantly she was hiding something, but we couldn't throw her out without her going to the vampire higher-ups, and I really, really didn't want the paperwork.
Last few questions, and before we could ask them, Zoey started talking. "There's something you should know about Kayla Robinson."
I went a bit cold. She had a tone in her voice like she was discussing someone's dog, not a human girl who (by all accounts) was an old friend of hers.
"She saw me kiss Heath. Well, actually Heath kissed me. She likes Heath."
That had nothing to do with this line of questioning at all. Twenty years on the force had taught me that this meant she was hiding something big. She looked between us like she was gauging who to put the next line to.
"You know, she really likes Heath, as in wants to date him now that I'm out of the way. So when she saw him kiss me she got pissed and started yelling at me. Okay, I admit I didn't act very mature. I got pissed back at her. I mean, it's just wrong when your best friend goes after your boyfriend."
What was the point of this? We were trying to get information about a murder, and she was going on about her dating life? Did that really mean more to her than someone's death?
"Anyway..." She started to fidget, like something was scratching at her brain. "I said some mean stuff to Kayla that scared her. She freaked out and left."
"What... kind of mean stuff?" Marx asked. Both of us were getting on edge.
The girl made a show of sighing. "Something like if she didn't go away I'd fly off the wall and suck her blood."
I didn't even hear Neferet start talking at that point. All I could think was that we'd just found our prime suspect.
Author:lamadamerouge
Background: Chapter 12, as a darker outlook on Heath imprinting on Zoey
Notes from Author: Poor Heath, I got to thinking about what his take on all this was. I blame my allergy med-induced loopiness for this.
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The moment I saw her, the motion was automatic. I didn’t even hear the flyers hitting the ground, I didn’t see anything around me. All I saw was her, like someone had taken some massive eraser and wiped everything from my mind except for her. Except for Zoey.
No, Heath, don’t. Stop. Something in the back of my mind was screaming, but my body was moving on autopilot. I didn’t understand this need to just be with Zoey, be around her. Ever since that night when Kayla and I broke into the House of Night to rescue Zoey, something had changed. I didn’t know what, and damned if I could understand it. Anything rational was replaced with constantly thinking of her, kind of like some moony hero in one of those supernatural romance books my little sister and her friends love to read.
I didn’t like this new me, whatever was happening. Nobody could explain or control it, like it was some kind of weird vampire torture. To be honest, in my more sane and rational moments, it scared the shit out of me. I thought maybe if I stopped drinking so much or sneaking the occasional joint, it’d make things better. Apparently not, because I always found myself calling her randomly, even though part of me knew she wouldn’t answer. We were over, right? I’d done some pretty stupid shit that pissed her off, so she was kind of justified in dumping me. Although, now that I think about it, nothing Kayla or I ever did was good enough for her.
“That’s where my girlfriend will be going too. She’s gonna be a vet, a vampyre vet,” wait, what?
Stop it, stop it, stop it! I wished I could stop; I wanted to stop. Everything was going just fine until Zoey waltzed in. God, what did that make me? Her pet human? Was I going to be like this for the rest of my life? Zoey with her oh-so-special Mark and her holier-than-thou opinions, Kayla was right; she’d fit right in with those pretentious blood-suckers, and I’m her loyal little puppy.
God help me.
Author:overlordmikey
Background: Chapter 26, in response to how a good vampire story could be written, mining the unused potential
Notes from Author: Okay this isn’t the first chapter but a scene idea I had for my novel based on what I’ve seen in this chapter.
I’m still coming up with names, but currently I’m using Lilly for the main heroine’s name right now. Lampedo is my version of Aphrodite of this story.
Zoey is - well a fill in for Zoey. I’m skipping subtly and just being obvious.
I decided to make it a trio of goddess; Hecate, Lilith, and Kali. Kali is the only one who is “good” and actively assisting the heroine, Hecate is more neutral, and Lilith is just plain evil. However the cult teaches they are all good and sister - even though they all come from different belief systems…
Also I’m gonna leave it to the readers to decide if they are really goddesses or not.
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“Lampedo I’m asking you; did you or didn’t you steal the Hecate Symbol from the Headmistress’ Office.”
“Shove off, unless you can prove it was me who stole it I don’t really feel like being hassled.”
“Listen, there is something wrong with this place; I mean more wrong than just being a school of vampires! People disappear and then come back weird a week later - if they even come back at all. You seem to be one of the few who knows something about whatever it is that’s going on.”
Lampedo tried to shut the door but Lilly quickly threw her hand out and stopped the door. For a few minutes the two just stared into each others eyes. For the first time Lilly noticed it; there was so much pain and anger in Lampedo’s eyes. She found herself moving her hand followed by the slamming of the door. She left the former head of her dorm alone and returned to her own room where Zoey waited.
“Well, did the bitch talk?”
“She didn’t even know what I was talking about.” Lilly lied, she highly doubted she could trust Zoey to keep her mouth shut.
Zoey eyed her for a minute. She was obviously suspicious, but just grinned her fake grin and chuckled. “Of course not, Lame-pedo is an idiot and a slut." Zoey laughed like that was just inherently funny or something. "We shouldn’t have suspected her from the start. Anyway I better get back to my room; see you later Lil‘!”
Lilly was to tired to argue that it was Zoey who suspected Lampedo that she hated being lumped in with her stupid schemes, or even her hatred of the nickname Lil‘. As Zoey left all Lilly wanted was to go to sleep and forget about today for a little while. Just a chance to clear her head.
As Lilly laid in bed she thought about her human life. Her friends and family; she wondered how many students could still think about these things. She remembered her step-father, how odd he had been acting and how it had been off and on. It was like how the students here acted. She also thought about how she had that dream about Kali. She thought Kali was one of the vampires goddesses, why would she be sending messages to her? She tried to remember where she’s heard the name before; Indiana Jones right? She knew that was far from an accurate depiction. She’d have to sneak out and ask one of her friends outside to find out. She couldn’t ask the teachers, that would probably attract unneeded attention to her and besides she didn‘t know which of them she could trust.
She’d needed to think about it tomorrow. Tonight she just needed to rest.
Author:overlordmikey
Background: Chapter 27, in response to how all famous people allegedly were vampires
Notes from Author: Seriously just came up with this one after reading your post, but I think it‘d make a cool scene for my book (with some work).
You are totally right though - I am so sick of the famous people are vampires or bitter toward the vampires thing...
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Lilly flipped through the school history books. The facts listed in the book just didn’t make sense.
Cleopatra, Circe, hell even Jane Austin; it seemed like every prominent female was claimed to be a vampire by this place. Furthermore every prominent male was either influenced by a desire for a vampire or by jealousy of women. It was like one of the creepy faux-feminist rallies where it’s all men are the devil and men are abusers.
Lilly peaked over to Zoey who was reading the books with a sick grin on her face.
“Wow did you know all these famous women where vampires!?”
“Listen Zoey; I’m pretty sure this crap is propaganda at best. I mean vampires have only been around for like fifty years right? That’s when these schools where founded from what I say so…”
“The history books they gave us said that was because jealous men hiding the truth. You know, like how abuse is because men are trying to dominate women and reduce them to traditional feminine roles.”
Lilly wanted to say something about all the other possibilities for why a person might abuse another person; or even that trusting a book written by the people making these claims might be a foolish idea, but the librarian; who called herself Ms. Arcane, quickly came to their side.
“Is something troubling you girls?” Arcane’s overly sugary voice drove Lilly nuts, they where teenagers not preschoolers. Still Zoey decided she’s had enough stupidity of the day and decided to make her way out of the library. She heard Zoey in the background going off about what Lilly had said, but didn’t think anything of it until she turned around and found herself face to face with the librarian’s silver rimmed glasses and beak like nose.
“Is that how you really feel Lilly?” Lilly just stared into her piercing red eyes, she wondered if they had always been that blood red color. “You should be careful of how you speak Lilly…”
“Circe - wasn’t even real. She’s a character from Greek Mythology.” Lilly didn’t know why she said that, it just seemed like the right way to respond.
Much to her surprise the librarian just smiled at her and handed her a history book. “You should read this one, it’ll tell you all you need to know.”
Lilly slowly took the book and stared at it’s cold black cover with no writing on it. She quickly made her way out of the library, running until she was certain nobody was following her.
Author:midoriri
Background: Chapter 28, in regard to how monsterous Zoey comes across as during her rescue of Heath
Notes from Author: The whole bit with "How dare they drink what's mine?" kinda makes me think of Dracula. I wonder if the Cast ladies read that scene (where Dracula forbids the three vampire women from draining Harker because "He's mine and I give you plenty to eat!") and thought it was sweet or romantic or whatever...They have no idea how bad and monstrous Zoey truly sounds here.
Actually, this sounds like a good place to put that spitefic (featuring guest-appearance from Elliot's friend in the first fic)
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"Death changes people, Zoey," Stevie Rae said coldly, staring at both Zoey and Heath with emotionless eyes. "We learn things about the world we left when we die...We learned how few people truly mourn for us, how easily they abandon our memory--I learned that you, Zoey, are one of those very people." Her voice suddenly turned bitter, and she spat out Zoey's name like it left an awful taste in her mouth.
"What do you mean?" Zoey protested. "Stevie Rae, I'm your friend, I--"
"You are not. You were probably never," Stevie Rae interrupted. She suddenly smiled; it was pleasant at first glance, but there was something icy and sharp underneath. "Zoey dear...did you know that we can sense...certain things? Like your little astral projecting when you dream or have visions about us?" She took Zoey's stunned silence as permission to go on. "Oh yes, we knew you were there...we saw you visit several times, in fact, and at first, I was so sure you'd come for us, try to help me...put us out of our pain and misery." Her gaze suddenly hardened, features darkening. "But you never did. You never came back for us, Zoey, back for me! You never came to help us in the flesh, you just kept having your stupid visions, your stupid dreams and you knew we were there, but you never. Once. Came. To help!" she screeched, looking more monstrous in her heartbroken anger.
Elliot put a hand on her shoulder. "She's not worth it," he whispered. The others nodded their agreements. Their eyes were all trained on Zoey, not Heath--and they were all of betrayal, heartbreak, and pure hatred.
"You showed us your true colors by doing nothing," Stevie Rae continued, calming herself. "And I realized...you only cared for me as your groupie. You never were a real friend...I wonder if you only mourned me when I rejected the change because you were losing a member of your fan-club, rather than a dear friend."
"Stevie Rae, that's not true at all, I--"
"We've had enough..."
"We're starved."
An unfamiliar girl with dyed-red hair (How was that possible? Zoey couldn't help think in the midst of her fear) stepped out, arms folded. "I'll deal with the human--this isn't something for me to take part in. I'd feel too guilty otherwise."
"Thank you, Claire," Elliot and Stevie Rae said together, as the girl (apparently named Claire) pulled Heath away from Zoey. Zoey briefly saw her grabbing the sides of his head, forcing him to stare into her eyes--vampire hypnotism. She vaguely heard the ghosts speaking to each other as they drew closer to her.
"Don't worry, Venus," said one. "Aphrodite won't end this way--she's smarter, a better friend than Zoey here. Once she's able to get away, she'll come for us, come to save us. But for now..."
They descended on Zoey a second later, their own noises covering up her cut-off scream. One couldn't blame them for being noisy. They were hungry.
Author: Anonymous
Background: Chapter 29, in response to how sociopathic Zoey is
Notes from Author:
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"Venus Davis!"
Venus froze, staring at Zoey. She had an oddly satisfied look on her face, as if she had accomplished something major. "How did you know my name?" Venus asked warily. Stevie had talked about Zoey; She was her best friend in life, they were inseparable. Judging by the disgust on Zoey's face when Stevie Rae spoke to her, it seemed Stevie was only a pretty accessory to this girl in life. She could have told Stevie Rae the girl wouldn't be coming for her, but she had held out. It wasn't to save Stevie's feelings really, more that if this Zoey would come looking, maybe, just maybe, Aphie would too.
"Zoey knows a lot of things, Oka-"
"Seems pretty worthy of a dunce cap to me." Elliot muttered under his breath.
"What?" Zoey asked angrily, the flames in her hand growing strong again.
"Oh, sure, Zoey, act high and mighty. My death didn't mean much did it? Not to you anyway; it was annoying, just a fruitless blip on your emotional radar." He snorted, crossing his arms. Even so, Venus though she saw tears in his eyes, and tried to turn and comfort him; Zoey wasn't happy about that. A jet of fire jumped from Zoey's palm and caught Venus' shirt on fire. She yelped and danced around, trying to put it out.
And Zoey laughed. She caught someone on fire, and she thought it was hilarious. She finally doused Venus with water, leaving her dripping wet. Every ghosts' profile was rigid with shock, but not as much as Stevie Rae; the pain in her eyes was blatant in her moment of disillusion.
Sounding somewhat chocked, Stevie gave the command: "Kill her."
"Stevie? But- we're friends! Who cares about the hag? Come on, will get help for you."
"I don't need your help," Stevie snarled. "I can see what you are just fine."
"What? Heath, Heath, don't you think I'm a good person?" Zoey sputtered.
"You laughed," He was aghast. "Just because she was friends with someone else. You laughed."
"But, But-!"
"You," Heath gulped, wide-eyed. "You're a monster."
He turned away as Zoey's blood spattered the floor.
Author:indeedily_do
Background: Chapter 31, to examine the darker implications of Nyx's congratulating of Zoey
Notes from Author: This was an opportunity I couldn't pass up.
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"I wish to congratulate you, Zoey Redbird."
The goddess smiled, showing me her perfect teeth, which were the same color as her skin.
"Oh, thank you!" I squeaked, still overly happy I was alive. "The ghosts weren't hard to stop and-" I cut off as Nyx laughed, tossing her hair back.
"Stopped them? Oh, Little Redbird, you didn't stop them."
"What?"
"You sent the tunnel ceiling caving in. The police won't be able to dig through that, being the pathetic humans that they are. My plan is turning out for the best, it seems." the goddess examined her long nails as she spoke, splaying her hand out to see them better. She finally looked back at me when I never answered her, still frozen from shock.
I ran my tongue over my lips "You-you wanted them to get away?"
Nyx seemed surprised. "Why, of course. It's not like their doing any serious harm."
I took a frightened step back. "They're killing people!"
The goddess laughed again, but there was nothing comforting about it. "They're humans. It's not as if they're killing other vampires."
I was truly seeing my goddess for the first time. Her teeth seemed to grow into fangs and her hands curled into claws.
"What's wrong, Zoey?"
"You're a monster." Well, as long as we're being honest... "And I am, too."
The goddess' face darkened. "Redbird, do you question my choice in Marking you?"
"Yes. Because I've become a horrible monster. But that's over now. I don't answer to you anymore."
A howling wind came blowing towards me from Nyx's direction. Fire leaped from one palm, and water flowed from another. The ground split and huge roots twisted around her feet, spiraling up to her knees. A glowing pearly cloud formed behind her, and it in I saw miserable faces of the deceased glowering at me.
"I wish to congratulate you." She said again, but coldly, waspishly.
"And?"
“And I wish to remind you that the elements can restore as well as destroy.”
"You're right. I going to use them for both."
"What?"
"I'm taking out your twisted regime, Nyx. And I'll be using my powers to help the families of the boys you killed."
She puffed up like an angry rooster. "How dare you even-"
"Meeting adjourned!" I snapped, and in a second, I was lying on gravel. Marx was shaking me.
"Kid? Hey, kid. You okay?"
I sat up and nearly bumped heads with him. My thoughts went to my family. Suddenly John didn't seem so condescending.
"Yeah. Could-could you..."
"What?"
"Could you take me home?"
Author:illyriasacolyte
Background: The blurb, as a challenge to write a more interesting and accurate one
Notes from Author: Sure, it isn't perfect, and it still doesn't describe what the hell the story is about, but it's a damn sight better than the cake made of LIES that ZQ just sporked. It probably helps that my summary is a little longer: mine is 99 words and the original is 82. I always try to keep my summaries to 100 words or less. I'm of the opinion that if you can't explain something succinctly, you don't understand it well enough.
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"After dethroning the former high priestess, Zoey Redbird is living the high life at the House of the Night, an elite vampire boarding school. However, when a rash of murders endangers the life of Heath, Zoey's on-again, off-again boyfriend from her human life, Zoey’s beloved House is targeted.
As her relationships fall to pieces around her, Zoey is trapped between several forces, each with their own agenda. She will need all her wits to save the House and win the hand of any one of her suitors, before she learns the hard way that she can’t save everyone...”
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Spite Fics
Author:
midoririBackground: Chapter 2, in response to Zoey being so callous about Aphrodite's parental abuse
Notes from Author: Once again, an OC. I just regret not being able to work in Zoey getting punched out.
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Standing a respectable distance away from Aphrodite and her parents was a girl just a little younger than Aphrodite herself. She leaned against the side of a nearby wall, hands in her jean-pockets, wild brown hair barely contained under her Hello Kitty fedora. It was the right distance for listening to what was going on with her friend--so near that she could hear and see everything, but not too close so someone would see her. She glanced over, noticing the familiar large eyes of one of the newer girls, Zoey Redbird. She hadn't interacted with Zoey much, hardly paid her any attention really, but judging by the few times she did run into her, and all the stories that Aphrodite and Elliot's friend had told her...she was not the most stable of people.
An attention-whore with a holier-than-thou attitude who doesn't care when a classmate dies. Not the best of personalities, she thought to herself, wincing when she heard the sound of the slap. Damn, why wasn't anyone coming out to investigate?
Finally having had enough, the girl pushed herself away from the wall, jogging towards Aphrodite and her parents, waving at them. "Aphie! Hey, Aphie!" she shouted, trying to sound breathless, like she'd been running for a longer time and distance than she really was. Pretending not to notice the red on her friend's cheek, or the way her eyes were shiny, the girl tugged on her arm, grinning broadly. "Hey, you've got to come see this! No time to explain!" And since human strength was no match for vampire--even a fledgling--Aphrodite was out of her parents' grip and the two girls were halfway inside before the harpy and ogre could say otherwise.
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"You feel okay?" she asked, pressing the ice-cold cloth to Aphrodite's cheek.
Aphrodite nodded. "I will be..." she murmured, refusing to make eye contact. The brunette understood why; first her parents had been abusing her like that (and at school, where anyone could hear), then Aphrodite had no doubt seen Zoey eavesdropping--the girl wasn't exactly Nancy Drew...and all that after the "incident" with the gazebo. One humiliation after another. "Thanks, Percy..."
"Percy" shrugged her shoulders, trying to look like it wasn't a big a deal as it really was. "Hey, you know I can't stand people like that," she murmured, pressing a little harder on the other girl's cheek. "I still don't understand why you just don't tell a teacher about them...they could keep them away, maybe."
"They're my parents," Aphrodite returned automatically, as if she'd said this a thousand times before. Quite likely she had. "I can't keep them away from me, and I have to love them and make them proud."
Percy didn't answer, instead lifting the cloth to see if the redness and swelling had gone down. It had. Changing the subject as she grabbed a paper towel to dry Aphrodite's face, she said "Saw Redbird peeping on you guys. Just staring with those big eyes like it was the best movie in the world...disgusting. No wonder you don't like her."
Aphrodite snorted--actually a funny sight, Percy thought, considering who was making that sound. "You weren't there when I came out of the trance," she laughed without humor. "Had the most self-satisfied look, like I was a kid who was caught with her hand in a cookie jar and another in the ice-cream box. And did you hear about her reaction to Elliot?"
"Yeah, I did," Percy's disgust was clear. "I'm just glad she didn't find out about Claire--you know they found her in her bed, blood everywhere...the poor girl probably thought she just had a cold." Percy lowered her head, heart sinking a bit. Those poor guys...neither she nor Aphrodite liked hearing about each classmate's death. They liked the teachers' reactions far less. And the thought of a girl their own age reacting like the kids were just flies who flew into the bug-zapper made them want to hurl.
"Speaking of Redbird though...you didn't mean it when you said she'd be a better leader, did you?" An eyebrow was raised in suspicion.
Another snort from Aphrodite, and Percy had to smile a bit. "Of course not...I just said that for her. I couldn't miss those hungry eyes staring at us--if I said that, then she'd believe it more than she does, then I can give her a little taste of what being a leader truly means. She'll crack under the pressure in two minutes, believe me. She thinks it's all peaches and cream and sparkles being a leader? Ha!"
Percy snorted this time, adjusting her fedora. "Oh man, I'd pay to see that collapse of ego. Though I'd put her at one minute, not two."
"Her pride would never allow her to give up before the thirty-second mark," Aphrodite scoffed, though in a good-natured way. Finally smiling again, she lightly pushed at Percy's hat so it nearly fell off her head. "We'd better get back before anyone makes a scene, or it gets worse for me. ...Stay with me?"
Percy adjusted her hat again before squeezing Aphrodite's shoulder. "Of course. Not like I have anything better to do that serve as bodyguard--Mom couldn't get a later shift."
"Thanks...Persephone."
"Hey, I said not to call me that!"
Title: Circle of Friends
Author:
winki_popBackground: Chapter 4, written in response to Damien's so-called friends constantly making homosexual jokes at his expense
Notes from Author: So, I think it’s about time Damien had some new friends, right? Read on!
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“…So, I think we can go ahead with those ideas for the Senior Council and Prefect Systems, am I right?”
Every one of Zoey’s friends nodded in agreement with one another, rather jovial at her grand plan with both Shaunee and Erin giving her a hug either side of her at the table in the cafeteria, along with a small round of applause.
“I feel like I'm in the court of a great queen,” joked Eric, sitting across from her.
“Yeah, right!” bellowed Shaunee, her voice echoing throughout the cafeteria, “you’re the biggest queen here, Damien!”
“A flaming queen!” Erin added.
Everyone at the table joined in on the laughter. Damien, meanwhile, strained a smile. He was used to the digs at his sexuality, but at times he felt his head grow all fuzzy and his palms start to sweat. Sometimes he wished they could all just go five minutes without making a joke about him painting gay unicorns for his art projects or only watching football for the hot and sweaty guys on the field. No matter what he took an interest in, they all seemed to find some way to turn it into a gay slur or stereotype. At least the taunts were nothing on the level of bullying he used to get back at home at Shelton High, where he got locked out of the male toilets so the other guys didn’t have to share the urinals with him or have ‘fag’ written all across his locker with permanent marker. His parents were another matter entirely, the whole River-in-Egypt deal…
He listened as Zoey and the rest of her bubbleheads discussed the upcoming Dark Daughters ritual. He wasn’t even sure what she had done to get nominated as leader in her short stay here. He didn’t remember her doing much the night she drew the elements together besides stand there and look stoned. Everything had changed once she swanned into the House of Night in Tulsa, Oklahoma. All his friends – Stevie Rae, Erin, Shaunee – seemed to just get worse once they befriended her. Sure, they had been shallow and whiny before she arrived, but now they were all-out harpies, growing more obnoxious and shrill. Of course, their abuse of him grew, too, once Zoey started getting in on the fun.
Although Zoey was nowhere near as overt as The Twins were with using Damien as their gay whipping boy, the way she pretended to sympathise with his ‘plight’ and patronisingly pretended to understand his ‘gayness’ (as she once put it) just made his jaw tighten and his head hurt, while at the same time having to endure her stereotypes and stupid questions: ‘You must know all about fashion, Damien,’ she had trilled to him that morning, ‘what do you think of this skirt on me?’
“Okay, now that we’ll all be apart of the Dark Daughters, I say we fill the last two openings with older members,” Zoey proclaimed, her familiar nasal twang sounding stronger.
“How about Erik?” Damien offered. He and Erik actually got along pretty well, especially in drama where they would joke around and come up with the most outrageous ideas for movies, vowing to one day write a screenplay together. Soon, the world would see their horror movie classic based on a killer house that eats whoever lives inside it (which Damien had named ‘Residential Tendencies’).
All the girls around the table started snorting with laughter. Damien was wide-eyed and confused.
“What?”
“Yeah, sure,” scoffed Erin, “so you can ogle and drool over Erik!”
Shaunee, naturally, just had to put her two cents in. “He likes breasts and vaginas, not penises and anu—“
“Guys!” Zoey cried shrilly. “C’mon, we all know, he’s mine! You better not steal him off me, Damien…”
“That’s it!”
All the girls suddenly went silent.
Damien stood up from his seat, his eyes narrowed and his hands flat on the table. “I’ve had enough of this shit! I’m not your little gay joke to beat around anymore! I’m sick of all the bullshit about me being gay and all the stupid stereotypes! You don’t think I’ve heard them all before?!”
“But Damien…” Stevie began.
“No, shut up!” he snapped at her. “I don’t care if you were just playful and gently joked with me once in a while, but it’s every fucking day of this crap! Just because I like art and painting and whatever music I listen to doesn’t mean I’m some flamboyant queer! And just because I say I like football or I like Erik doesn’t mean I wanna get gay with them either! Erik and I are friends and I’ve always loved football. But hey, if you bitches actually were my friends and got your heads out of your arses for once you might realise that!”
“Hey, calmed down a bit!” Zoey laughed, not fazed in the slightest. “C’mon, you’re gay, we get it. But you have to admit you just give off that vibe…”
Damien turned to her, leaning in Zoey’s face. “And what vibe would that be?” he spat. “Who made you the almighty scholar of gay people, huh? You think you know just who’s gay and who isn’t because they have a ‘vibe’? Anyone you can be gay, you dumbshit!”
Zoey backed away a little bit.
“Ever since you got here, Zoey, you’ve just swanned in and taken these idiots here as your little sycophants!” Damien exclaimed, pointing at the others around the table. “It’s like you’ve all gotten worse and think you’re all entitled to say and think whatever you think is right because, of course, you all know everything! You don’t even deserve to be leader of the Dark Daughters, Zoey! You’re so fucking brain-dead, you think you can just breeze through anything without consequence. Not this time!”
Damien got out from behind the table, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Fuck you bitches, I’m outta here. Enjoy sharing the same brain cell with one another.”
And with that, he left the cafeteria, all the girls staring back at him in awe.
Damien had cooled off outside, wandering around the school grounds as the anger eased. He felt, however, that a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, free of the idiots that had been toxic around him for so long.
As he turned the corner leading into the courtyard, he saw Aphrodite and a few other students chatting by the fountain.
“Hey, Damien!”
He saw her beckon him over. He prayed he wasn’t going to have any more shit hung on him for today, to top it all off. He walked over anyway with a sigh.
“Heard you royally dumped Zoey and the other airheads in the cafeteria,” Aphrodite laughed.
“So?” Damien drawled.
“If anything, I wanna congratulate you,” she replied. She moved aside a little. “Come sit down with us.”
Warily, Damien took the seat beside Aphrodite.
“Thank god somebody told that little slut Zoey-Sue where to shove it,” Aphrodite continued. “Holding her nose in the air like her shit doesn’t stick.”
“God, I know!” the guy beside her snickered. “You should have seen her in Vamp Sociology this morning talking to those stupid Twins, laughing that she hadn’t done any research for the Dark Daughters, but it didn’t matter ‘cos she should be able to whip up something because Neferet would like any idea she came up with anyway.”
“Idiot,” spat Aphrodite. She then turned to Damien. “I should introduce you to the gang…” Pointing clockwise and going around the circle, she began with the guy with the buzz cut and T-shirt that read ‘It’s On Like Donkey Kong.’ “That’s Michael and the girl beside him with the pink skirt is Sarah.”
They both gave a warm hello to Damien, he waving back.
“And these two chuckleheads over here beside me are Jack and Sean,” she continued, pointing over to the guys in black T-shirts, one wearing black-rimmed glasses. “Be careful, though, they might try to rope you into one of their homemade slasher films they’re always making around campus.”
“Oh my God!” Damien laughed. “I have just the idea for a horror movie!”
“So, would you like to be our friend, Damien?” Michael joked, smiling sweetly. “Maybe spill a bit more dirt on Zoey-Sue and her minions?”
Damien smiled back. “Sure. I don’t even know where to start!
Author:
midoririBackground: Chapter 5, in response to how inappropriate Loren Blake's actions are towards Zoey
Notes from Author: Yeah, another spitefic already, but god damn it, I can't let this slide!
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I could feel myself leaning into him, and I swear his body responded. I may not be highly experienced. And, hell yes, I'm still a virgin. But I'm not an utter moron (most of the time). I know when a guy is into me. And this guy—for that moment—was definitely into me. I covered his hand with my own, and forgetting about everything, including Erik and the fact that Loren was an adult vamp and I was a fledgling, I willed him to kiss me, willed him to touch me more. We stared at each other. We were both breathing hard...
And then before we could do anything more, the door swung open, hitting the wall with a loud BANG. Blake suddenly backed away from me, staring at the blue-uniformed men and women swarming into the room with fear in his eyes. One of the officers swiftly turned him around, holding his hands behind his back as she cuffed him and read him his Miranda Rights.
As he was led out, I saw a few other teachers and students standing nearby, some looking as confused as I was, others looking positively murderous. A teacher I hadn't seen before stepped out, taking me by the shoulder and leading me out of the room.
The next day, we were all informed that Blake had been fired from his position as teacher, and that anyone who had been on the receiving end of his advances and sexual harassment was requested to see the counselor.
Author:
yemi_hikariBackground: Chapter 10, in response to Neferet';s inappropriate behavior during police interrogation
Notes from Author: Here is my first spite fic for this and it comes from me being a fan of the mystery genre.
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The two police officers stepped into the room, while Zoey stared at them, twiddling her thumbs. One of them glanced over and Neferti. "Mam, we need her legal guardian here please."
"Well, I think I'll serve just fine under the circumstances." The beautiful woman sighed. "How can men be so moronic.
"Mam, you are not her legal guardian." The second officer spoke up.
"Well, she is a member of our school..."
"Last time I checked, the school didn't gain legal guardian status over its students." The officer glared at Neferti and she got up and left.
Author:
yemi_hikariBackground: Chapter 10, in response to the illogical way the disposable cell phone was used
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Zoey walked over to the store to get the disposible phone. "Hello. I need to buy a disposible phone."
"For what reason?" The person stated.
"Because... I have a boyfriend I don't want my parents to know about." The small female stared at the person behind the counter.
"Honey, I am sorry, but you need to leave. There is no way in hell I am going to help a minor go behind her parents back." The woman sighed.
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Damien then walked into the store about an hour later. "Hi. I need a disposible phone."
"Look, I've had a bunch of twit girls giving me lame excuses as to why they need such a phone. What is it this time?"
"I need a disposible phone due to the fact I'm being bullied at school and they keep getting my cell-phone number." Damien piped up.
"Goodness..." The lady stated, ringing up a sale.
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Later on, Zoey takes her phone after making the call and then tosses it onto the ground and begins to jump up and down on it. Neferi walks over to her, raising an eyebrow. "What do you think you are doing?" She then grabs the phone and walks off.
Zoey storms off to her dorm and crashes to sleep. Awhile later, there is knocking on the door and Neferti comes into the room. "The police is here for you."
"I didn't call in the bomb threat!" Zoey chirped out.
"I am going to pretend I didn't hear that. They traced that phone to a student here and have testimony that he was being bullied. Since he hangs out with you girls, it has been assumed that you have been bullying him and put him up to buy the phone."
"But... but..."
Title: A Stronger Person Would Have...
Author:
overlordmikeyBackground: Chapter 10, in response to the massive Kayla abuse
Notes from Author: Are the Cast ladies afraid that is the world fails to agree with Zoey then she will cease to be loved by the readers, because as it is she’s obnoxious and unlikable.
Here some advice I keep close to my heart when I write: It’s okay for the protagonist to get things wrong and be uncertain or uninformed - in fact that creates realistic drama instead of the faux crap this fanfic - I mean novel feeds us.
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I had always been Zoey’s friend ever since we where children; I had felt terrible that Zoey had trouble making friends of her own well it had always come so natural to me so I vowed I would always be her friend.
However since I was young Zoey had strange issues that surrounded her. My normally cheerful dog; Roxie, was terrified of her and I never knew why. Then I would later discover my Roxie dead; someone had poisoned the poor dear, but at the time I didn‘t put it together.
A few years later Zoey’s mother remarried to a very nice and quite handsome man, but Zoey didn’t like him. She would accuse him of being a conservative bigot because he worked at a local church and claimed he was a pedophile. When her older sister and younger brother took his side over hers she accused them of all kinds of horrible things.
“My sister the stupid slut.” She would claim; and well it was true that she was not exactly chaste, her sister was quite responsible and a very bright young women who was studying to be a doctor.
“My brother the violent psychopath who plays those awful games!” She would cry; and well he was an avid gamer who did own some violent games, he also was the nicest kid in town who wouldn‘t harm a fly.
I never understood it, but I tried to brush it off as an inability to accept her fathers death when she was younger.
Although her endless rants about how her step-father got rid of her cat and forced her mother to do all kinds of things where beyond me. Her mother still had the same routine she’d had for years. She was a strong and vibrant women who got along well with her new husband. There weren’t any signs of abuse or anything like that.
The only person she still spoke fondly of was her crazy “Cherokee” grandmother; now don’t get me wrong. She is a Cherokee by decent, but the women is crazy; another Cherokee family in the area had visited her once to ask her to kindly stop misrepresenting their people and she attacked them with a hatchet well claiming they where evil and that as High Priestess only she could cleanse them.
Still life went on for the most part; until she started dating the guy I mentioned I liked; Heath. Heath was nice boy who would sometimes drink a few, but only on certain occasions. Zoey would go on and on about how he was an awful drunk and stupid to boot; funny considering he’s passing all his class with Bs as his lowest grade well she was barely passing and of her classes.
Poor Heath Luck was too nice to notice she was using him; sadly she would do this with another boy later from what I heard, but I’ll get to that later.
I still tried to be her friend; I kept reaching out to her , but soon she was Marked and all those problems began.
We came to save her; we where so worried. Then she drank Heath’s blood and caused him to be captivated with her just as I was beginning to make him see how much I loved him and how much we had in common.
She threatened to kill me and lied about me…
But I’m still her friend whether she wants it or not…
A stronger person would have given up on you Zoey, but I’m not strong.
I'm just Kayla.
Title: Routine Questioning
Author:
mancalledtrueBackground: Chapter 10, in response to Zoey's interrogation, and how she tries to pin everything on Kayla being jealous
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I'd joined the force right out of college. They say being a cop runs in the family, but I was the first in mine to put on a badge. Dad cried when I got out of police academy. Never saw him do that before, never saw him do it again.
Twenty years down the line, I was in Homicide. God, I hated it for the first year... Few things are quite as sad as dealing with murder, day in, day out. Got a little better when they paired me with Marx. He's a good man. Keeps me centered.
They'd sent us to the House of Night to talk to one of the students about the murder/disappearance case. The boys in Dispatch call it "Casa Dracula", but Internal gets on your ass if you put it on the report. Figured it'd be a quick affair, none of the baby vampires seemed to know much.
I wanted to get out before my skin crawled off my ass. That Neferet woman makes your hair stand up, like you're too close to a generator box. She led us to the girl in question, one Zoey Redbird.
Halfway down the list of questions, Marx asked if she'd gotten any visitors. Before she could answer, Neferet cut in about how someone had climbed the wall to get to her. I knew instantly she was hiding something, but we couldn't throw her out without her going to the vampire higher-ups, and I really, really didn't want the paperwork.
Last few questions, and before we could ask them, Zoey started talking. "There's something you should know about Kayla Robinson."
I went a bit cold. She had a tone in her voice like she was discussing someone's dog, not a human girl who (by all accounts) was an old friend of hers.
"She saw me kiss Heath. Well, actually Heath kissed me. She likes Heath."
That had nothing to do with this line of questioning at all. Twenty years on the force had taught me that this meant she was hiding something big. She looked between us like she was gauging who to put the next line to.
"You know, she really likes Heath, as in wants to date him now that I'm out of the way. So when she saw him kiss me she got pissed and started yelling at me. Okay, I admit I didn't act very mature. I got pissed back at her. I mean, it's just wrong when your best friend goes after your boyfriend."
What was the point of this? We were trying to get information about a murder, and she was going on about her dating life? Did that really mean more to her than someone's death?
"Anyway..." She started to fidget, like something was scratching at her brain. "I said some mean stuff to Kayla that scared her. She freaked out and left."
"What... kind of mean stuff?" Marx asked. Both of us were getting on edge.
The girl made a show of sighing. "Something like if she didn't go away I'd fly off the wall and suck her blood."
I didn't even hear Neferet start talking at that point. All I could think was that we'd just found our prime suspect.
Author:
lamadamerougeBackground: Chapter 12, as a darker outlook on Heath imprinting on Zoey
Notes from Author: Poor Heath, I got to thinking about what his take on all this was. I blame my allergy med-induced loopiness for this.
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The moment I saw her, the motion was automatic. I didn’t even hear the flyers hitting the ground, I didn’t see anything around me. All I saw was her, like someone had taken some massive eraser and wiped everything from my mind except for her. Except for Zoey.
No, Heath, don’t. Stop. Something in the back of my mind was screaming, but my body was moving on autopilot. I didn’t understand this need to just be with Zoey, be around her. Ever since that night when Kayla and I broke into the House of Night to rescue Zoey, something had changed. I didn’t know what, and damned if I could understand it. Anything rational was replaced with constantly thinking of her, kind of like some moony hero in one of those supernatural romance books my little sister and her friends love to read.
I didn’t like this new me, whatever was happening. Nobody could explain or control it, like it was some kind of weird vampire torture. To be honest, in my more sane and rational moments, it scared the shit out of me. I thought maybe if I stopped drinking so much or sneaking the occasional joint, it’d make things better. Apparently not, because I always found myself calling her randomly, even though part of me knew she wouldn’t answer. We were over, right? I’d done some pretty stupid shit that pissed her off, so she was kind of justified in dumping me. Although, now that I think about it, nothing Kayla or I ever did was good enough for her.
“That’s where my girlfriend will be going too. She’s gonna be a vet, a vampyre vet,” wait, what?
Stop it, stop it, stop it! I wished I could stop; I wanted to stop. Everything was going just fine until Zoey waltzed in. God, what did that make me? Her pet human? Was I going to be like this for the rest of my life? Zoey with her oh-so-special Mark and her holier-than-thou opinions, Kayla was right; she’d fit right in with those pretentious blood-suckers, and I’m her loyal little puppy.
God help me.
Author:
overlordmikeyBackground: Chapter 26, in response to how a good vampire story could be written, mining the unused potential
Notes from Author: Okay this isn’t the first chapter but a scene idea I had for my novel based on what I’ve seen in this chapter.
I’m still coming up with names, but currently I’m using Lilly for the main heroine’s name right now. Lampedo is my version of Aphrodite of this story.
Zoey is - well a fill in for Zoey. I’m skipping subtly and just being obvious.
I decided to make it a trio of goddess; Hecate, Lilith, and Kali. Kali is the only one who is “good” and actively assisting the heroine, Hecate is more neutral, and Lilith is just plain evil. However the cult teaches they are all good and sister - even though they all come from different belief systems…
Also I’m gonna leave it to the readers to decide if they are really goddesses or not.
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“Lampedo I’m asking you; did you or didn’t you steal the Hecate Symbol from the Headmistress’ Office.”
“Shove off, unless you can prove it was me who stole it I don’t really feel like being hassled.”
“Listen, there is something wrong with this place; I mean more wrong than just being a school of vampires! People disappear and then come back weird a week later - if they even come back at all. You seem to be one of the few who knows something about whatever it is that’s going on.”
Lampedo tried to shut the door but Lilly quickly threw her hand out and stopped the door. For a few minutes the two just stared into each others eyes. For the first time Lilly noticed it; there was so much pain and anger in Lampedo’s eyes. She found herself moving her hand followed by the slamming of the door. She left the former head of her dorm alone and returned to her own room where Zoey waited.
“Well, did the bitch talk?”
“She didn’t even know what I was talking about.” Lilly lied, she highly doubted she could trust Zoey to keep her mouth shut.
Zoey eyed her for a minute. She was obviously suspicious, but just grinned her fake grin and chuckled. “Of course not, Lame-pedo is an idiot and a slut." Zoey laughed like that was just inherently funny or something. "We shouldn’t have suspected her from the start. Anyway I better get back to my room; see you later Lil‘!”
Lilly was to tired to argue that it was Zoey who suspected Lampedo that she hated being lumped in with her stupid schemes, or even her hatred of the nickname Lil‘. As Zoey left all Lilly wanted was to go to sleep and forget about today for a little while. Just a chance to clear her head.
As Lilly laid in bed she thought about her human life. Her friends and family; she wondered how many students could still think about these things. She remembered her step-father, how odd he had been acting and how it had been off and on. It was like how the students here acted. She also thought about how she had that dream about Kali. She thought Kali was one of the vampires goddesses, why would she be sending messages to her? She tried to remember where she’s heard the name before; Indiana Jones right? She knew that was far from an accurate depiction. She’d have to sneak out and ask one of her friends outside to find out. She couldn’t ask the teachers, that would probably attract unneeded attention to her and besides she didn‘t know which of them she could trust.
She’d needed to think about it tomorrow. Tonight she just needed to rest.
Author:
overlordmikeyBackground: Chapter 27, in response to how all famous people allegedly were vampires
Notes from Author: Seriously just came up with this one after reading your post, but I think it‘d make a cool scene for my book (with some work).
You are totally right though - I am so sick of the famous people are vampires or bitter toward the vampires thing...
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Lilly flipped through the school history books. The facts listed in the book just didn’t make sense.
Cleopatra, Circe, hell even Jane Austin; it seemed like every prominent female was claimed to be a vampire by this place. Furthermore every prominent male was either influenced by a desire for a vampire or by jealousy of women. It was like one of the creepy faux-feminist rallies where it’s all men are the devil and men are abusers.
Lilly peaked over to Zoey who was reading the books with a sick grin on her face.
“Wow did you know all these famous women where vampires!?”
“Listen Zoey; I’m pretty sure this crap is propaganda at best. I mean vampires have only been around for like fifty years right? That’s when these schools where founded from what I say so…”
“The history books they gave us said that was because jealous men hiding the truth. You know, like how abuse is because men are trying to dominate women and reduce them to traditional feminine roles.”
Lilly wanted to say something about all the other possibilities for why a person might abuse another person; or even that trusting a book written by the people making these claims might be a foolish idea, but the librarian; who called herself Ms. Arcane, quickly came to their side.
“Is something troubling you girls?” Arcane’s overly sugary voice drove Lilly nuts, they where teenagers not preschoolers. Still Zoey decided she’s had enough stupidity of the day and decided to make her way out of the library. She heard Zoey in the background going off about what Lilly had said, but didn’t think anything of it until she turned around and found herself face to face with the librarian’s silver rimmed glasses and beak like nose.
“Is that how you really feel Lilly?” Lilly just stared into her piercing red eyes, she wondered if they had always been that blood red color. “You should be careful of how you speak Lilly…”
“Circe - wasn’t even real. She’s a character from Greek Mythology.” Lilly didn’t know why she said that, it just seemed like the right way to respond.
Much to her surprise the librarian just smiled at her and handed her a history book. “You should read this one, it’ll tell you all you need to know.”
Lilly slowly took the book and stared at it’s cold black cover with no writing on it. She quickly made her way out of the library, running until she was certain nobody was following her.
Author:
midoririBackground: Chapter 28, in regard to how monsterous Zoey comes across as during her rescue of Heath
Notes from Author: The whole bit with "How dare they drink what's mine?" kinda makes me think of Dracula. I wonder if the Cast ladies read that scene (where Dracula forbids the three vampire women from draining Harker because "He's mine and I give you plenty to eat!") and thought it was sweet or romantic or whatever...They have no idea how bad and monstrous Zoey truly sounds here.
Actually, this sounds like a good place to put that spitefic (featuring guest-appearance from Elliot's friend in the first fic)
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"Death changes people, Zoey," Stevie Rae said coldly, staring at both Zoey and Heath with emotionless eyes. "We learn things about the world we left when we die...We learned how few people truly mourn for us, how easily they abandon our memory--I learned that you, Zoey, are one of those very people." Her voice suddenly turned bitter, and she spat out Zoey's name like it left an awful taste in her mouth.
"What do you mean?" Zoey protested. "Stevie Rae, I'm your friend, I--"
"You are not. You were probably never," Stevie Rae interrupted. She suddenly smiled; it was pleasant at first glance, but there was something icy and sharp underneath. "Zoey dear...did you know that we can sense...certain things? Like your little astral projecting when you dream or have visions about us?" She took Zoey's stunned silence as permission to go on. "Oh yes, we knew you were there...we saw you visit several times, in fact, and at first, I was so sure you'd come for us, try to help me...put us out of our pain and misery." Her gaze suddenly hardened, features darkening. "But you never did. You never came back for us, Zoey, back for me! You never came to help us in the flesh, you just kept having your stupid visions, your stupid dreams and you knew we were there, but you never. Once. Came. To help!" she screeched, looking more monstrous in her heartbroken anger.
Elliot put a hand on her shoulder. "She's not worth it," he whispered. The others nodded their agreements. Their eyes were all trained on Zoey, not Heath--and they were all of betrayal, heartbreak, and pure hatred.
"You showed us your true colors by doing nothing," Stevie Rae continued, calming herself. "And I realized...you only cared for me as your groupie. You never were a real friend...I wonder if you only mourned me when I rejected the change because you were losing a member of your fan-club, rather than a dear friend."
"Stevie Rae, that's not true at all, I--"
"We've had enough..."
"We're starved."
An unfamiliar girl with dyed-red hair (How was that possible? Zoey couldn't help think in the midst of her fear) stepped out, arms folded. "I'll deal with the human--this isn't something for me to take part in. I'd feel too guilty otherwise."
"Thank you, Claire," Elliot and Stevie Rae said together, as the girl (apparently named Claire) pulled Heath away from Zoey. Zoey briefly saw her grabbing the sides of his head, forcing him to stare into her eyes--vampire hypnotism. She vaguely heard the ghosts speaking to each other as they drew closer to her.
"Don't worry, Venus," said one. "Aphrodite won't end this way--she's smarter, a better friend than Zoey here. Once she's able to get away, she'll come for us, come to save us. But for now..."
They descended on Zoey a second later, their own noises covering up her cut-off scream. One couldn't blame them for being noisy. They were hungry.
Author: Anonymous
Background: Chapter 29, in response to how sociopathic Zoey is
Notes from Author:
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"Venus Davis!"
Venus froze, staring at Zoey. She had an oddly satisfied look on her face, as if she had accomplished something major. "How did you know my name?" Venus asked warily. Stevie had talked about Zoey; She was her best friend in life, they were inseparable. Judging by the disgust on Zoey's face when Stevie Rae spoke to her, it seemed Stevie was only a pretty accessory to this girl in life. She could have told Stevie Rae the girl wouldn't be coming for her, but she had held out. It wasn't to save Stevie's feelings really, more that if this Zoey would come looking, maybe, just maybe, Aphie would too.
"Zoey knows a lot of things, Oka-"
"Seems pretty worthy of a dunce cap to me." Elliot muttered under his breath.
"What?" Zoey asked angrily, the flames in her hand growing strong again.
"Oh, sure, Zoey, act high and mighty. My death didn't mean much did it? Not to you anyway; it was annoying, just a fruitless blip on your emotional radar." He snorted, crossing his arms. Even so, Venus though she saw tears in his eyes, and tried to turn and comfort him; Zoey wasn't happy about that. A jet of fire jumped from Zoey's palm and caught Venus' shirt on fire. She yelped and danced around, trying to put it out.
And Zoey laughed. She caught someone on fire, and she thought it was hilarious. She finally doused Venus with water, leaving her dripping wet. Every ghosts' profile was rigid with shock, but not as much as Stevie Rae; the pain in her eyes was blatant in her moment of disillusion.
Sounding somewhat chocked, Stevie gave the command: "Kill her."
"Stevie? But- we're friends! Who cares about the hag? Come on, will get help for you."
"I don't need your help," Stevie snarled. "I can see what you are just fine."
"What? Heath, Heath, don't you think I'm a good person?" Zoey sputtered.
"You laughed," He was aghast. "Just because she was friends with someone else. You laughed."
"But, But-!"
"You," Heath gulped, wide-eyed. "You're a monster."
He turned away as Zoey's blood spattered the floor.
Author:
indeedily_doBackground: Chapter 31, to examine the darker implications of Nyx's congratulating of Zoey
Notes from Author: This was an opportunity I couldn't pass up.
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"I wish to congratulate you, Zoey Redbird."
The goddess smiled, showing me her perfect teeth, which were the same color as her skin.
"Oh, thank you!" I squeaked, still overly happy I was alive. "The ghosts weren't hard to stop and-" I cut off as Nyx laughed, tossing her hair back.
"Stopped them? Oh, Little Redbird, you didn't stop them."
"What?"
"You sent the tunnel ceiling caving in. The police won't be able to dig through that, being the pathetic humans that they are. My plan is turning out for the best, it seems." the goddess examined her long nails as she spoke, splaying her hand out to see them better. She finally looked back at me when I never answered her, still frozen from shock.
I ran my tongue over my lips "You-you wanted them to get away?"
Nyx seemed surprised. "Why, of course. It's not like their doing any serious harm."
I took a frightened step back. "They're killing people!"
The goddess laughed again, but there was nothing comforting about it. "They're humans. It's not as if they're killing other vampires."
I was truly seeing my goddess for the first time. Her teeth seemed to grow into fangs and her hands curled into claws.
"What's wrong, Zoey?"
"You're a monster." Well, as long as we're being honest... "And I am, too."
The goddess' face darkened. "Redbird, do you question my choice in Marking you?"
"Yes. Because I've become a horrible monster. But that's over now. I don't answer to you anymore."
A howling wind came blowing towards me from Nyx's direction. Fire leaped from one palm, and water flowed from another. The ground split and huge roots twisted around her feet, spiraling up to her knees. A glowing pearly cloud formed behind her, and it in I saw miserable faces of the deceased glowering at me.
"I wish to congratulate you." She said again, but coldly, waspishly.
"And?"
“And I wish to remind you that the elements can restore as well as destroy.”
"You're right. I going to use them for both."
"What?"
"I'm taking out your twisted regime, Nyx. And I'll be using my powers to help the families of the boys you killed."
She puffed up like an angry rooster. "How dare you even-"
"Meeting adjourned!" I snapped, and in a second, I was lying on gravel. Marx was shaking me.
"Kid? Hey, kid. You okay?"
I sat up and nearly bumped heads with him. My thoughts went to my family. Suddenly John didn't seem so condescending.
"Yeah. Could-could you..."
"What?"
"Could you take me home?"
Author:
illyriasacolyteBackground: The blurb, as a challenge to write a more interesting and accurate one
Notes from Author: Sure, it isn't perfect, and it still doesn't describe what the hell the story is about, but it's a damn sight better than the cake made of LIES that ZQ just sporked. It probably helps that my summary is a little longer: mine is 99 words and the original is 82. I always try to keep my summaries to 100 words or less. I'm of the opinion that if you can't explain something succinctly, you don't understand it well enough.
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"After dethroning the former high priestess, Zoey Redbird is living the high life at the House of the Night, an elite vampire boarding school. However, when a rash of murders endangers the life of Heath, Zoey's on-again, off-again boyfriend from her human life, Zoey’s beloved House is targeted.
As her relationships fall to pieces around her, Zoey is trapped between several forces, each with their own agenda. She will need all her wits to save the House and win the hand of any one of her suitors, before she learns the hard way that she can’t save everyone...”
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