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  Oh, how she loved the village.
        It was a place nestled at the base of the mountain and made her think of all those picturesque towns that a person finds in brochures and travel magazines. A quaint little place you can believe magic existed.
        The main street bustled with the sounds and smells of dusk. Families wandered as children ran about and mothers chatted each others ears off. A bar on a street corner was opened for business as it served it’s customers and the restaurants and cafes released a delicious scent into the air everytime a door opened. It was vastly different from the isolation she knew in the castle.
        ____ hurried her small steps to match Vlads long and relaxed strides as they wandered the darkening cobblestone streets. “Stay close.” He said and placed a hand on her shoulder to steer her in the right direction. He led her into their favorite cafe and sat at one of the tables by the large window. “Any idea what you want to order?”
       “Everything.” She grinned. ____ he wouldn’t berate her for eating too much or ordering more than she could possibly consume, because odds are Vlad would be doing the exact same. The Romanian flashed a playful grin, one of his fang like teeth catching the light before calling a waitress and ordering.
        Turning back to the young girl, he rested his chin in his hand. “So, what do you want to do next week?” ___ knew what he meant. Her birthday was next week, and Vlad and the others wanted to plan something.
         She shrugged.
         “Oh come on. You only turn eleven once. Maybe we can have a party. Or have a day trip to Bucharest. I can talk old Lukas and Arthur into some dragon riding if you want.”
         ____ looked out at the street, the orange light of the setting sun bathed the buildings in it’s golden hue. “I wanna go to the festival.” She finally said, looking at him with hopeful eyes.
     “Festival? As in the Witch Festival here in town?” She nodded excitedly. “You wouldn’t rather go dragon riding?”
     She looked at him, annoyed. “No. We can do that anytime. But this is the first time it’s on my birthday. So I wanna go with all of you.” The Witch Festival was an old tradition in the village. It was part of some kind of local lore that dated back centuries ago. The story went that a lord that owned the village was a powerful witch, and told the villagers that if they celebrated him and the magic he used to keep the manor safe on the first full moon of Autumn, then they would be safe from harm for the next year. Of course, ___ knew that wasn’t true. First of all, the witch lord sat across from her, winking at a pair of giggling women as they passed him. Vlad wasn't even a witch. He was... Well she wasn't quite sure what he was, or if there was even a word for it. But she knew with certainty that what Vlad practiced was not witchcraft of any kind. Lukas, after much of her prying, had told her years ago that Vlads expertise lay in the art of Bloodmagic. A form of magic that was ancient and had ceased being widely used at least five centuries ago. That was the only time in her life Lukas had forbidden her to study something. Secondly, Vlad hadn't even started the trend in the first place. It was the doing of fearful and superstitious peasants who thought it would please their odd lord. Vlad told her he thought the idea fun and felt no need to tell them it wasn't necessary. After all, it was the only newsworthy thing they had until the plague came about.
           The waitress came back and laid the plates of treats on the table, she handed them napkins, the one on top held some kind of scribble that ____ knew was the woman's number. The child made a face behind the woman's back as she walked off. Vlad laughed. "Aw. You don't want to share me?"
          ____ made a face at him next. "I just don't get why ladies always do that and make gooey eyes at you guys. It's gross."
         "Well, as difficult as it is for you to believe, little one, I am quite appealing."
          "But you're old."
          "But I look good for my age." Vlad laughed a bit too loudly and a couple who sat in the table beside them gave them an odd look. But it was true none the less. Vlad and the others had been alive for centuries, yet all of them had the faces and figures of men in their twenties. ____ always wondered if it was a spell or curse that made them this way, or if was simply the practice of magic itself that kept them in the full bloom of youth. It made her wonder if she would live forever too.
         "So can we go to the festival? Please?" It really was a magic word.
         Vlad smiled fondly and picked a cookie off its plate. "Of course. After all, you are my favorite girl." He popped the sugary morsel in his mouth.
        "You know, now that I think about it, Alistar is pretty handsome..."
        The red eyed man nearly choked on his cookie. "What!? He's even older than me!"
        "Yeah, but he looks good for his age." The girl said with a smirk on her face.


       After the duo got back to the castle, Vlad sent ___up to her room for bed before seeking out his two companions. He found  them in the library, Lukas sitting at a desk, no doubt looking over ancient texts from his homeland, or writing to his brother who lived in Iceland. Arthur sat in his favorite green arm chair as he read a fat novel with a steaming cup of tea beside him. Vlad laughed in his head, Arthur could be such a stereotype sometimes.
      "Honey, I'm home!" The Blood Magician said in a joking sing song voice as he strode into the room. The two looked at him disapprovingly.
      "And just where have you been?"Arthur inquired as he shut his book. "You ought to tell one of us before you take ___ away on one of your little outings." He continued to scold.
      Vlad rolled his eyes. "We were just going to the village. And I left a note for one of my bats to give you. I swear, you act like I kidnap her sometimes."
    The blond man's thick brows lowered to give him an angry expression. "Oh sure. Paint me the heartless one.  At least I think of the consequences of what such behavior will have on the child. Meanwhile, all you do is coddle her."
    Vlad glared at his friend. The three had been together for gods only knew how long, but anything pertaining to their young ward always spurred argument of some kind. Since Arthur and Lukas actually had prior experience with raising children,  Vlad was limited in such matters. As such, the Romanian was regarded as an immature guardian.
      Arthur sighed. "Where is she?"
      "Her room."
     "Did she have dinner?"
     "Yes."
     "Is she getting ready for bed?"
     "Well she should, I told her too."
      The British man rolled his eyes and was about to walk out the room to check when Vlad told them what _____ wanted to do for her birthday.
      "The Witch Festival?" Lukas asked, somewhat confused. After all, they had expected her to want a trip somewhere, or a party, or something more exciting. "You take her to that every year, regardless."
        "Yes. But this is the first time its on her birthday, and she told me she wants all three of us to take her. Not just me. As much as it breaks that my heart that my company isn't enough any more."
         Arthur and Lukas nodded. "Fine."Arthur said. "Did she happen to say what she might like for a gift?"
        "Not really. But I doubt she would object to us putting your brother in a bow."
        "What!?"
        "Nothing."

        ____ looked down from the mountain top as she looked at the lights of the town below.
        This castle had sat on the mountaintop since the dark ages, and the source for most of the locals legends. Mortals looked up and could just barely make out the shape of stone ruins. But Vlad had disguised the interior long ago. One could explore the ruins, but only those few non mortals could open the barely standing front doors to discover the castle had barely changed since its golden age.
       When she had first came here, ___ thought she could be a princess. After all, her room was one of the high towers of the castle that gazed down at the country side. Her walls were a bright and cheery pink with flowers painted everywhere and tapestries of fairytales hung from the walls instead of posters and pictures. Maybe after she turned eleven, she would tell them she was too old for those baby pink walls.
      There was faint knocking on the heavy wooden door and Arthur cracked it open a bit. “Are you decent love?”
       “Yep.”
        He opened the door all the way and smiled gently at her. “Ah, you’re all ready for bed.” ___ had changed into her pajamas and had gotten out of the shower a few minutes before. Her hair was even still wet and tangled.
       With a nod, she held out her brush, “Arthur can you please help me? I always have trouble getting the knots out.”
       He chuckled a bit before he took the brush from her hands. “Of course, Poppet.” He sat beside her by the window and started to detangle the (h/c) mass that was her hair. “So, did you have fun with Vlad?”
        “Yep. We went to a cafe and he even bought me a new book.” She said excitedly. “It’s about a boy whose dad is a Greek god and he has to go on an adventure to save the world!”
        “That sounds exciting. Perhaps I’ll pick it up when you’re done.” He said as he brushed at a particularly difficult tangle. If there was one thing Arthur knew he did right, it was installing a love of reading in her. “I should try to find you some kind of detangling spell or potion. Because whatever shampoo we keep buying you obviously dosen’t work as well as it should.”
          Her head moved to gaze out the window, and he had to make her face forward again so that he could finish. “Arthur, do you think I’ll ever get better at magic?”
         “I’m sure you will.” He assured.
         “But when?”
         Arthur sighed, glad that she wasn’t looking him in the eye. “Impossible to say. Some get better early on. Others much later in life. I didn’t finish my training until well into my teens.”
         “Really?”
          “Indeed. I was the runt of my family. In more ways than one. So don’t despair, you’ll find your way soon.”
         Arthur didn’t have to see her face to know she was pouting. “But I’ve had my powers since I was four!” Turning in her seat, her (e/c) eyes looked up at him, pleading for a real answer. “You guys made me learn all kinds of spells! You taught me stuff no one else gets to see! You always say I can do stuff no one else my age can do, but all I can do is magic for babies! Why can’t I do what I’m suppose to do? Why can’t I do anything right!?”
          “Now now love, calm down.” Arthur tried to say calmly, not used to such an outburst. “You’re so eager to grow up that you forget you’re still young.” He brushed some of the wet strands of hair from her face. Sometimes Arthur forgot that she wasn’t five anymore. Why did they grow so fast? “Just remember, you’ll always have me, Vlad, and Lukas to guide you. So don’t think you have to master everything in a day. Just slow down, and everything will fall into place.”
             She sniffled. “Really?”
             “Really.” ___ hugged him and Arthur carried her to bed and tucked her in. “Now. Off to bed, and sweet dreams.”
         As ___ snuggled into bed, Arthur turned out her light and was about to shut the door behind him. “Arthur?”
         “Hmm?”
         “Thank you.”
         “You’re welcome, love.”
  The light flashed upon the stone walls , washing the cold hard surface in a blood red light. The flecks of orange that could be found in it glittered like candles that sat on a cake. In the midst of of the lights stood a figure. Eyes closed as her small hands moved about as it she were conducting a symphony, her entranced audience stood captivated at the very edges of the circle that glowed from power.
    Her arms moved with ease as she felt the energy surge through her body. Every movement of her limbs filled with some unearthly energy that she could barely comprehend. This was it. This was what it felt like to know power. To know herself and what she could do. To lose one’s self in the energy as the words of a language long forgotten rolled off her tongue as easily as breathing. It was power. It was what it was like to be a master. This was what being one with magic felt like.
       As she took a moment to enjoy the sensation, her thoughts wandered to what a great witch she would be. Yes, she would control every magic that was available. Master every spell in every language. She would…
         Her mind had drifted completely away, she stumbled over the Latin chant, no longer able to pronounce the words properly without having to repeat. The light flickered violently, and the light of the runes painted on the floor flashed before dimming and then it brightened like broad daylight. A force roughly push her back as if a strong gust had blown into her center of gravity. The only thing that kept her from being slammed into the rock hard wall was a pair of strong arms. The girl gazed up at a pair of dull blue eyes that bore into her and knew just what was wrong.
          “You lost focus”, He stated in his thick Norwegian accent. “Which was the purpose of this exercise”.
           The man let her down, She gazed down at her shoes. Now she felt like what she was; a ten year old girl that was far off from where she wanted to be. Two more pairs of eyes bore into her back. No matter how hard she wanted to avoid it, she knew that it was inevitable and turned to bare the lecture to was sure to come out of the three men.
          “What caused it this time?” Inquired the the red eyed man.
           Ignoring the disapproving glare of the blond british man beside him, she explained, “I guess I got excited and lost control. I’m sorry.”
           The Romanian waved it off and cheerfully told her, “Ah, you’ll get the hang of it. It’s just a matter of practice.”
           The man beside him shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yes. Intense practice. Young lady, you have to stop letting your mind wander, or else you’ll never improve. Why is it so difficult for you to grasp that concept?”
           Eyes meeting the floor, she refused to answer. Knowing that a reply of any kind would only spur him on into a lecture about the importance of focus.
         His companion rolled his scarlet eyes. “Geez Artie, leave her be. She’s just a kid. She’ll get the the hang of it sooner or later.”
         The Brit scoffed at this and crossed his arms. “You act as if magic is the most simple thing to learn, when you know it bloody well isn’t. It’s difficult and dangerous. The sooner she masters concentration, the better.”
         The Romanian lost his grin and glared. “Don’t act so high and mighty. I know damn well you had problems too.”
         The two continued to bicker as she turned to the Norwegian. He was to decide her fate. Those navy looked over the ten year old in silent judgement, then shrugged. “You did well enough.” He concluded. “Nothing practice can’t fix, but you’re improving.”
         The young girl grinned. “So am I done for today?”
          “No” Said the Brit.
          “Yes.” Said the Romanian. The two glared at each other in disapproval. But the Child stared up at the Norwegian.
          He waved his hands with indifference. “Go on. Off with you.”
          She grinned and hugged his legs. “Thank you, Lukas.” Then she pranced out of the room and out into the hall.
         
          The trio watched as their young protégée skipped out the room and off to cause trouble in some part of the large property. They all sighed in unison.
          "What are we to do?"The blond Brit asked to no one in particular.
           "We keep teaching her." Lukas stated simply.
          "Yes, but  what are we to do when these lessons don't work anymore?"
         "They will."Lukas insisted.
          "But we should prepare in case-"
         "Arthur."The Norwegian said firmly. "We have to teach her and hope she can learn control. We can't afford to think any other way."

          _____ sat in one of her favorite spots: a hole in the wall.
         While she often stayed in one of the men's several homes, the castle that sat on the mountains of the Transylvania and Wallachia border was what she called home. And like most ancient castle's ( or at least, she assumed most.) It was blessed with several hidden places and secret passages. One such spot was a nook in a hall just outside the library. The only thing keeping it hidden was a large painting of some old Romanian noble whose name she could never remember.
        Holding a flashlight, it shined on an old photograph taped to the wall. It was a woman smiling in a hospital bed as she held a red faced infant in her arms. _____ wondered for the thousandth time how that baby was her, and how she used to call that woman Mommy.  She liked to think that the woman on the photo would have been proud of her. Would have held her and smiled at her again. But ___, knew that that would never be.
        It had been five years since she saw her last and heard her voice. Five years since that woman called for help. Five years since things had gone terribly wrong.
         As she lost herself in thought, the painting that kept her hidden swung over and a familiar red eye face grinned at her. "There you are. Room for two in there?" ____ nodded and scooted over so that he could squeeze in beside her. The painting swung back into place and the man hugged his knees to his chest so that he'd fit snuggly into the small space. "There won't be room for either one of us in here soon.  Stop growing on me, kid." He grinned down at his companion, but she only stared glumly at the wall beside him. Looking, he saw the reason for her mood. "Oh..."
          "Do you think I'll ever control it, Vlad? My powers?"
           The grown man sighed and rested his head against the cold wall "I have faith that you will. You just...you need something that will make you focus. That one thing that gives you strength. Lots of people can't do magic properly until they need it most."
           "Is that what happened to you?"She asked.
           Vlad gave a another world weary sigh at the thought of such a memory. "Yes. Maybe one day I'll share it with you."
           The young girl pouted as her elder chuckled. "That's not fair. I wanna know."
          He laughed again and ruffled her hair. "One day when you're ready." He assured. "I'll tell you every secret I know in this world.But for now, I think you need to be out about anywhere but here. How about we go to the village for sweets?"
         Her little faced brightened in the small light that they had. "Yes please!" She tore the painting away, momentarily blinding them both with what was left of the day.
 Warning: mild language.    
~~~~


“What!? But Mom…”
      “Sweetie, I’m so sorry.” You heard the apologetic voice on the phone. “I’ve tried everything to get out of this meeting, but this contract is so big that I can’t get out now. I promise we’ll spend tomorrow however you want.”
       “What am I going to do until then? We always celebrate at midnight. And this is one of the big ones.”
       “I know, I know.” You could hear the woman's voice crack. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. Maybe you can hang out at the neighbors house? You know they adore you.” You could hear voices in the background calling for your mother. “I have to go now,___.”
       “Fine…” You could feel the clench in the back of your throat that would eventually be the start of a sad cry. “I’ll see you in the morning, Mom.”
       “Goodnight Sweetie. Happy birthday.” The line went dead.
       You stared at the lit up screen of your cell phone before looking at yourself in the mirror. All dressed  up and nowhere to go. It had to be tonight of all nights. Your damn eighteenth birthday, and your only plans had been shot down. Now you looked at the girl in the mirror, her hair was glossy and done up, wearing her favorite non-T-shirt, and that good pair of jeans that brought out her curves. But now there was no club or party to attend and all that work had gone to waste.
       Since your birthday fell during winter break, Mom always treated it like a holiday. She would take you out all day, let you get dressed up, and always have cake and songs at midnight, when it was actually your birthday. (Because, as she put it, “You’re a big girl now. You can stay up late just this once.”)
        This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. But it was the first time it felt real and bothered you. After all, no one really cared if you turned eleven or seventeen. Ten, Thirteen, sixteen, those were the mile markers that everyone looked forward to. Eighteen was definitely in that exclusive group. There was no backup plan this year. No pre-made cake, no gifts to open, no party planned to look forward too. You and Mom had planned on going to her friends house for her annual holiday party and just go on from there. You certainly weren’t going to a house on the other side of town by yourself, no matter how familiar.
        With a sigh, you tossed the disgraced device onto your bed and followed suit, staring at the ceiling as if it would solve your depressed state. Now what?
        Choosing not to sit and be depressed, you went down the stairs to the kitchen and decided to eat the misery away. Digging the leftover take out , you dumped it onto a plate and tossed it in the microwave, each movement punctuated with the sheer forced used to complete it. A stomp there ,a slam here, and a weary sigh when it decided to show itself.
         “Boooreeed.” You groaned as the machine beeped.
          Settling down to watch a movie, you had finally found some relaxing comfort until the back door banged familiarly.
          “Yo! Doll-Face!” There was a smacking sound. “What was that for!?”
          “For acting like a jack ass.”
          There was a stream of cursing as you tore the door opened to find the familiar duo bickering on your back porch. “What the hell are you two doing here?”
          “Pops told us you and your Ma couldn’t make it to the party.” The red eyed American said, “So he wanted us to check on you.”
      “Really?” You said, your voice laced in an unamused tone. “You came to cheer me up because your daddy told you so?”
      The tall blond rolled his violet eyes. “Don’t be stupid. We know how much this birthday crap means to you and that you wouldn’t want to spend it alone.” The brothers strolled into your house without invite and stripped off their jackets before tossing them somewhere out of habit.
     “What smells?” Al sniffed around as he wandered your kitchen and opened the fridge as it would answer him.
      “Leftover chinese. Help yourself out.” You tossed over your shoulder as you threw yourself back onto the couch and hitting the play button.
        A familiar warmth threw itself beside you and big feet rested on the old coffee table. Matt just awkwardly patted you on the head as sign of comfort. You knew the Canadian boy wasn’t much for words, so you took the action for what it was and just enjoyed the quiet presence. His brother however….
         “All this shit has meat in it!”
         “Good! You need it!” Yelled Matt in retaliation as he raised the TV volume to drown out his brothers complaints.
          You couldn’t help but smirk a little to yourself as the brief bickering.
           “Aye~ There she is!” Al hopped over the couch and landed on your other side. He poked your cheek and you had to bite it to fight the urge the laugh at him. “Come on. You know we make you happy.”
            “No you don’t. You annoy me.”
           “A happy annoying.” You pushed his face away.
           “Nah. I just tolerate you as my personal court jester.”
           The tanned American smirked, his red eyes twinkling. “Then how can I entertain the queen?”
           “You could throw yourself down some stairs.” Matt told him. “That would be pretty damn hilarious.”
           “Fuck you!”
           “I got better offers!”
           You rolled your eyes and stuffed a forkful of food in your mouth. You didn't want to laugh at them. Not just yet. After all, you should have been depressed and alone right now. That had been plan B after all, it was a shitty plan you had just come up with. But it was a plan none the less.
           “Come on Doll.” Al said and poked you again. “We came to cheer you up, and at least try to look happy.”
            You swallowed. “How can I be happy? I don’t have anything on my birthday. I’m fucking eighteen, Al. I should be at a damn adult party or a club, or something I couldn’t do at seventeen. My mom is stuck at work, its cold as hell out, and my only option left was to watch TV.”
           “Jeez,” Matt said. “Stop blowing things out of proportion. It’s not like your mom isn’t going to make it up to you.”
            Groaning, you grabbed the blanket on the couch and wrapped it around yourself like a shield. “Maybe that’s not the point.” You stared at the floor. “Maybe I just want one damn day about me and not feel like a brat.”
         “Oh please, you’re the least bratty person I know.” Al snorted. “What the hell could you possibly do to sound like one?”
          “I’m always bailing you two out of trouble.” You said, clenching your fists in the fabric. “Or worrying about school. Or whatever unsavory work Francis gives me because I’m always broke. I just wanted one night that wasn’t about any of that.”
          The brothers looked at each other and nodded. You knew that nod. “No.” You said firmly.
           “No what?” Matt asked.
           “No to whatever you two are planning. I know that look in your eyes. It usually means something violent or illegal is about to happen because of you two.”
           “You have no faith in us, do you __?” Al said, a look of fake innocence on his face.
           “Nope.”
           “Shame you have no choice then.” Matt got up and stretched. “You don’t have to come. But give us about an hour. We’ll have this place festive in no time.”
            You knew there was no way to stop them. Stopping Al and Matt while they had their minds set on something was like waving your arms around a freight train to make it come to a halt. Completely pointless, inadvisable, and bad for your health.  “Just...don’t do anything too reckless. I don’t feel like being questioned by the police again.”
            Al waved off your concern. “Relax, Doll-Face. You’ll love it.” He slung on his aviator jacket and marched to the back door. “We’ll be back.”
---
            You glanced nervously at the clock. It had been almost an hour, and you had about ten minutes to midnight. The street remained quiet. The only lights present were the holiday decorations the colored the lawns and sidewalk with their shades of red, green, and yellow.
           “Where are those idiots….”  Speak of the devils.
            Your front door slammed open and the red eyed american stood there with a wild grin on his face. “Party time!”
             “Al!” You yelled. “Don’t just barge in like hat! You scared the crap out of me!”
              “Whatever. Just go upstairs to the porches roof.” You glared at him before reluctantly climbing up to the second floor with Al on your heels. You could make out movement on the porch top as you window at the end of the hall that would lead to the almost flat surface. The roof of your front porch wasn’t at a very extreme angle, in fact it was borderline flat, which made it great sitting on cloudless nights and just hanging around, since almost no one bothered you up there.
                Matt sat on on a blanket and beside him rested one large box and a smaller gift wrapped one on top. “What’s all this?” You asked as you sat down.
                “Some stuff we were saving for later, but we figured we may as well have it now.” Matt told you as he held up his tablet. There was a digital button on the screen that had the word activate under it.  “Do the honors?”
                 “Nothing is gonna blow up this time, is it?
                  “No.” Al said. “Dad took our explosives after last time. Now press it, we worked too hard to get this timing just right.”
                    You rolled your eyes and tapped the red circle on the the screen. Every light in the street went off. The only sounds were a couple dog barks and distant siren. “What did you guys -” You cut off by the lights abruptly coming back to life even brighter than before. They flashed in sequence and up and down every house across the street spelled out the phrase: ‘Happy Birthday ___’ and your favorite song played from speakers that were mounted on the roof on the boys neighboring home. You gasped and dropped the tablet onto your lap and you felt your face grow warm and tears threaten your eyes.
      “Fuck. Don’t cry!” Al said. “what’s wrong?!”
      “I’m just so happy!” You hugged the tanned boy in a death grip before tackling his brother in the same fashion. ‘Thank you guys so much!”
       Matt awkwardly thrusts the smaller box into your hands. “If we let you open it now, will you stop the water works?”
        You nodded and tore off the decorative paper and lid to find a silver bracelet with charms. A pink and blue cupcake, a wine bottle, a maple leaf, a bat, and your birthstone. “It’s beautiful…” You said to yourself.
         “It was Olivers idea.” Matt said. “He had us all pick out the charms. Don’t expect it again though.”
         You smiled and slipped it on before asking what was in the other box.
         “Some stuff from the bakery.” Al flipped it open and you found a (Fave flavor) cake with colorful frosting.
          Just then, the siren that was once distant drove by as it chased...a polar  bear? “Why is Kuma being chased by the cops?”
          “We may have tripped the alarm to Dad’s bakery.” Al smirked.
           “You have a key though.”
           “That’s no fun!”
           You rolled your eyes and laughed at the antics of your two friends. You spent the rest of the night with them as you all messed with the lights to put on a personal show to the playlists, all the while, Kumajiro gave the police a good chase around the neighborhood before he vanished into the safety of the backyard, where they couldn’t find him.
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          Your mother got home late and found you and the boys sprawled across the living room. The TV was still on, You were curled up on the couch, Matt snoring in the armchair, and Al laying on the floor. All three had cake crumbs on their faces and a content look.
          The woman sighed, knowing you would have been alright as long as these two were around. She briefly flicked to the news and stopped at the story that was on.
          “The whereabouts of the mysterious bear that caused a police chase is unknown. But police have reason to suspect a trio of what appear to be local teenagers that laughed at the scene of the chase, as they were the only ones present on the streets and several complaints about them disturbing the peace.”
          Mom sighed in irritation. “Not again…”
Cookies for Krampus by alee1997
Cookies for Krampus
Selene: Mamma told me that you don't really get anything on Christmas. But I'm sure Santa won't mind sharing.

Selene has always had a soft spot for Krampus. After all, he's just doing his job. Poor guy must feel so confused.
Happy Holidays. :3
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The Cat and the Ghost by alee1997
The Cat and the Ghost
Drawing I did on Monster Highs two artist, Catrine and Porter.
Not sure if I ship them or like the idea of them as friends and or rivals. But....I adore how this came out. If you notice random purple marks, my brother did it when I left the room =_=
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Well I've had a fun weekend so far.
Yesterday I saw The Book of Life with my friend and it was awesome. 
Plus, I just got back from the Hetalia Day event in my state, and it was fun. I can't wait for next year. ^_^ I plan on posting pictures later or tomorrow.
Also, This is kinda old news for me though, I finished Blood of Olympus, finally! (like a week ago, but that doesn't matter.)
Anywway now I feel like drawing a crap one of fan art. XD
  • Mood: Adoration
  • Listening to: Carry on my wayward son
  • Reading: The Clockwork Scarab

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alee1997
Adriana
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United States
Current Residence: conneticut
Favourite genre of music: rock
Favourite style of art: MANGA STYLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite cartoon character: Creepie and ruby gloom
Personal Quote: "I'm not a social butterfly. I'm more of a lone wolf. But even a lone wolf needs her pack once in a while."
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:icongiantstorylover:
giantstorylover Featured By Owner 13 minutes ago
Are we still rping?
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:icongiantstorylover:
giantstorylover Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2015
I miss rping with you
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:icongiantstorylover:
giantstorylover Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2015
Are we still Rping?
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:icongiantstorylover:
giantstorylover Featured By Owner May 30, 2015
Hi! ^v^
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:icongiantstorylover:
giantstorylover Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2014
you know that picture of you and Sebastian? Could you make a picture of him and me please? (I could pay ten points or up to 50 points)
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alee1997 Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Do you want me to draw it or reuse the base?
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:icongiantstorylover:
giantstorylover Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2014
(It's up to you)

(Also, ready to rp the others? I'm still waiting for those) (^^;)
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:icongiantstorylover:
giantstorylover Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2014
are we still rping? ^^;
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alee1997 Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Yeah, sorry. It's just school distractions and my brother the computer addict/hog.
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:icongiantstorylover:
giantstorylover Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2014
XD Just making sure ^v^
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alee1997 Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
That's okay. :3
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giantstorylover Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2014
^v^ ^ω^

Ouran quotes?

"A grand total of six hundred thousand yen. ...If you want you can pay me back with your body." *grabs Haruhi and throws her on the bed*

"It's time to play the which one is Hikaru game."
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:icongiantstorylover:
giantstorylover Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2014
more Ouran? I know I'm impatient. and probably annoying ^^; I just love it! It's getting MEGA EXCITING!
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:icongiantstorylover:
giantstorylover Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2014
First World Problems and other songs from Weird Al Mandatory Fun Album are hiliarious. The music Videos are really funny and amazing ^v^
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:icongiantstorylover:
giantstorylover Featured By Owner Sep 15, 2014
I can't wait for the response to the Ouran RP! ^v^ :excited: :iconexcitedplz: :iconexciteditalyplz: 
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